Khazdorm: King of Minions
Lore
Galrin, Ionia, Day One of Experimentation
The weird constructs had been at my home since the day i came to this isolated place. It has been a mystery as to how, and why these four constructs appeared. However strange they may seem, they interest me. One is small, has an awkward hat and a staff of sorts. We shall start with this. At first, my studies prove very interesting. This construct seems to be flowing with srange magical power. Strange, however powerful. Moving on. After multiple tests, the construct seems to have it's magical power contained in its staff. Mage-like qualities have been shown, as it also has power to shoot small bolts of power at a time. It adds to my confusion of these strange beings, and i grow curious. These constructs must be kept in custody with powerful constrictions. It's getting late, better get to bed. More testing will commence tomorrow on a construct of similar size, although wielding a mace rather than a staff.
Day Two of Experimentation
Let the experimentation begin. This construct is interesting. It has the same magical power as the mage. It has the same amount of magical power also. My curiosity leads me to a construct wielding a large cannon. This construct has power greater than those of the mage and warrior. It's cannon shoots bolts of magical power. The same magical power as the other constructs. Something is up here. However, I am extremely interested in this power. One construct remains to be tested. It is the largest, and seemingly most powerful. It is indeed as I predicted. With it's large shield and hammer, it is extremely strong. And, as i've predicted, the same power flows through it as the others. I have learned much today, and sleep is required for my plans tomorrow.
Day One of Extraction
My plan is simple; extract power from these constructs: become powerful and take revenge on Noxus, those bloodthirsty bastards had killed my family. I had fled to Galrin in retreat. Now it's time to act. These constructs seem to be just the things to give me the power to act. Their power is immense, especially when in great numbers. I shall have to settle with four for now. Let the extraction begin. I happen to have just the machine for this occasion. As I hook up myself and the constructs, i begin to question my choice. Is the answer to bloodshed more violence? Images of family come to mind, and my stomach churns. My fate is now sealed. As I enter the machine and turn it on, I feel immense pain. I cry out, and suddenly the pain stops. I feel power. A lot of power. Enough power that I try to release the machine, and instead break it. The constructs to my right are now weak, and frail. Meanwhile, I have more power than i've ever felt. Tomorrow, I begin my journey.
The Journey
