User:ClayHuang158/Myrkur lore

Myrkur is a dangerous mage who wields one of the darkest magic used in Noxus. He was chosen for an extensive training given by Noxian magelords to young children talented in magic. These magelords taught him a dark arcane art, utilizing both magic and mana to augment the strength of the bolts released by the wielder. However, this conversion required a twisted dark soul, and so this art was found most commonly in Noxus, where "justice" was a foreign word.

However, these magelords did not create these young mages for the benefit of Noxus. On the contrary, these men wished to conquer Noxus for themselves, using this dark art. Of course, this information was unbeknownst to all but the magelords themselves.

Myrkur was very talented, and soon became very well-known throughout Noxus. The magelords praised him, saying that he would be "a valuable asset for the future of Noxus." As for the magelords themselves, they were excited: their program was much more effective than they thought.

Suddenly, attacks on the magelords' estates erupted throughout Noxus. Many magelords were killed. As Myrkur investigated the scenes, he could see one thing in common: many of the mages either had brutal cuts and lacerations, or had plenty of knives stuck in them.

The revolution had been revealed before it had gone into effect. The magelords were attacked by competing wealthy households as well as the Noxian military as well. While the mages trained by the magelords inflicted many casualties on the attacking enemies, there were too many even for the magelords. In a few weeks, the estate where Myrkur stayed was the only one remaining.

Surely enough, that estate was, too, attacked. Noxian soldiers poured through the entry hall, but their attack was repelled by the powerful onslaught the mages gave. The remaining magelord, along with his highly well-trained dark mages, advanced through the streets of Noxus, coming ever closer to the capital. It seemed as if, despite everything that had happened, victory was in their grasp.]

Then, everything went wrong.

A new wave of Noxian soldiers was led by none other than, the captain of Noxus's military. He plowed through the dark mages' ranks, cutting them in half and causing major lacerations. However, many Noxian soldiers were falling to the mages' might, and Darius's men were being pushed back.

Then, at that moment, the magelord was slain by a shadowy assailant, greatly lowering the morale of the dark mages. Myrkur did not need to see the entire figure to know who he was: the glint of the sun off of his cape of blades allowed Myrkur to easily tell that the murderer of the magelord was none other than. But, Myrkur thought, that would meanthe knives...!

A whirlwind of knives suddenly showered the dark mages as entered the fray, blinking from one mage to the other, landing knife after knife, spinning and stabbing in a deadly fashion. The Du Couteau family had decided to assist Noxus's military, knowing that that action would elevate their status among the rich in Noxus.

Hopeless, the dark mages fled into the night. Myrkur knew that he would be hunted down if he remained in Noxus, and so fled the nation. He now resides in Bilgewater, where dark arts like his are seen everywhere, and where its citizens are either too drunk or too busy shooting at one another to report a person to Noxian High Command. There, Myrkur plans his revenge on the family that ruined the revolution and destroyed the magelords who had raised him: the family which answered to the name Du Couteau.