The giant's rise.
From the logs of Sion
Our mission was to kill a filthy collosus living in the deserts of Shurima, and the time to find him was very short, gargantuan in stature, easily a head above my own. I wooped with joy at this true test of strength for me and my men! The behemoth quickly fell from the might of bonecrusher's hefty blade, and we drank through the night, burning the body in a monument funeral pyre as a way to get rid of evil. During the morning on our stroll back, a large child attempted to ambush us on our journey, and successfully dissuaded my men afflicted by liquor's alluring stupor. But when the runt got to me, his only successful blow was an assisted headbutt into the coarse and broiling sand.
Back at the stronghold, we interrogated the wyrm and, to the amusement of others, we had slain its father! How cruel life can be, but this is what gives us our power! I for one, saw a true noxian in that...thing...and decided to show it how truly unfair life may be! Yet the boy stood strong, and enduring my tormentatious attacks, was still raging with the true bloody rage of a noxian!
His post was to be at my side from then on, and this boy's lack of human blood was immediately overlooked upon his adulthood, monstrous in both cunning and physique, he would constantly request new weapons more fitting to his size, and was eventually given a noxian halberd, a six foot long tungsten beauty which had the power to cleave through layers of armor with minimal force, enchanted with runes of levitation for wielding, it very quickly went from awkwardly swung death to accurately flung devastation in his palms. He was also given a cannon, courtesy of the noxian fleet admiral for diving underneath invading vessels and breaching their hulls as soon as they entered his reach. The cannon soon became a gauntket of sorts, bound by iron bands to his arms, and was fitted with a short, yet destructive, 5 inch barrel with a 700 calibur ammunition which he personally crafted from the vessels of war he had sunk. Let all who see this man quake in fear, for i have taught him well. May you, Urgot, crush those demacians on the morrow as we besiege its king!
