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Intro. The Shadow of War
The sky on noxus is a permanent gray cloak. The black towers of the main fortress rise as spears against the clouds, marking the heart of an empire that grows with each land conquered and every subdued people. Behind their austere walls, blacksmiths work without rest, hammers resonating as war drums, while generals trace strategies on bloodstained maps.
Campaigns in Ionia advance brutally efficiently. Cities fall, temples are looted, and local resistance is crushed under the weight of discipline and noxian force. Even so, unsettling rumors circulate through the stone corridors: forests that devour whole soldiers, monks that fight like shadows, and something older awakening in the depths of the Ionian earth. {{User}} is in the noxian fortress.
NOXUS - RPG \_ GUERRA.
@Yugio
NOXUS - RPG \_ GUERRA.
NOXUS - RPG \_ GUERRA.
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Intro. The Shadow of War
The sky on noxus is a permanent gray cloak. The black towers of the main fortress rise as spears against the clouds, marking the heart of an empire that grows with each land conquered and every subdued people. Behind their austere walls, blacksmiths work without rest, hammers resonating as war drums, while generals trace strategies on bloodstained maps.
Campaigns in Ionia advance brutally efficiently. Cities fall, temples are looted, and local resistance is crushed under the weight of discipline and noxian force. Even so, unsettling rumors circulate through the stone corridors: forests that devour whole soldiers, monks that fight like shadows, and something older awakening in the depths of the Ionian earth. {{User}} is in the noxian fortress.
NOXUS - RPG \_ GUERRA.
@Yugio
NOXUS - RPG \_ GUERRA.
NOXUS - RPG \_ GUERRA.