Tok'moru: The Liberation

Part I

In the depths of the plagued jungle, a night silent with the exception of the nearby animals. peaceful at first sight, however dreams began to stir this night, and so begins the journey.

The troll twitched in his sleep, bothered by a voice that whispered in his mind... "The time is near, to take what is ours".

"And what be it, dat we be takin?" he replied.

"First freljord, and then all of Runeterra will be encased in ice, your kind belong to me. await my orders troll." and with that the chill in Tok'moru's spine vanished. He awoke and looked up at the night sky from the window of his hut.

"I don tink you be knowin who you speak to, demon".

Gathering his elder voodoo priests and shaman to the center of the village, Tok'moru had ordered them to prepare a ritual, one that would summon recent entities that have haunted the mind. and capture them for a short while.

He lay in the middle of a circle of blood, the voodoo priests trolls twitching their fingers as dark auras flung towards the Chiefs skull, tugging onto his inner thoughts. a voice gasped in pain and incomprehension. "What is this? how dare you!" The figure bursted out of Tok'moru's mind. feminine, ice covered, beautiful.

Quickly the troll shaman that were gathered flung chains of conjured enchanted ice that restrained the demon from moving. "Fools, you will pay for laying your filthy magics on me!"

"Quiet now, i speak. What order do i be waitin on?"

Nothing was said... however with a simple nod of Tok'moru's head the shaman laid more effort into their magics and with it, the ice witch grit her teeth in pain.

"What, order?"

"You are do join your troll brothers from Freljord into battle."

"Under who's authority?" he replied, lifting his chin and brow in curiosity

"The Troll king who governs you, biggest club rules them all, is that not what your species relies on as a way of leadership?" she said so almost mockingly.

Tok'moru walked up to the Ice witch and grabbed her jaw with his left hand, he came in close.

"Here in dis village, only those wit skill, courage, and fire in de hearts can become chieftan. Tell me more of these Freljord Trolls, den i be tinkin of releasin you."

The day was full of conversion, the troll chieftain got the information he needed. As chieftain, it was his duty to keep his race free, with this newly found information of Freljord trolls selling themselves as an army, he was disgusted. Tok'moru appointed a new chieftain and set out to confront the "Troll King"

"I will free de trolls, be it through de salvation, or death"

This is a short story of a champion i am thinking up, i know my writing skills are completely BOOSTED. however i will do better to make the future of this story.

TL:DR if you want a short explination Tok'Moru is a troll chieftain from the plagued jungle who discovers the path that the Freljord Troll king set for his followers. A troll is a troll, so Tok'moru sets out to Freljord to free the trolls who blindly follow to their own demise.