The sounds of morning bustle outside your inn room wake you before you’re ready. The bed beneath you isn’t the worst you’ve endured during your long journey to Noxus, but it’s far from the best. A blend of aromas wafts through the cracked door: the savory warmth of the innkeeper’s breakfast stew mingles with the damp, musty scent of old stone.

But you’ve made it. After countless miles, you’ve finally reached Drekan—the settlement closest to the Immortal Bastion, nestled on the eastern edge of Noxus.

Your legs protest as you rise, aching from days on the road. You stumble to the small, cloudy mirror mounted on the wall. The reflection staring back at you makes you grimace. Commoner’s clothes hang loosely from your frame, patched and worn from travel. Dressed like this, you’ll never rise above obscurity in this brutal, unrelenting empire. Noxus is a place of ambition, where strength and cunning are the only currencies that matter. The nobles and aristocrats are as ruthless as the empire’s warriors, and success is not given—it’s seized.

But you didn’t endure this journey to remain in the shadows of poverty. No. You came to carve out a new life, a better one. The question is how. Will you swear allegiance to the Trifarian Legion and prove your strength on the battlefield? Seek out the Crimson Circle, a fanatical cult devoted to Vladimir and the dark art of blood magic? Or perhaps pursue knowledge at the Noxian Academy, where raw power is honed into devastating might? You’ve even dared to dream of the Black Rose—its name whispered in awe and fear, shrouded in secrecy and power.

You shake your head, pushing the thoughts aside. First, you need to look the part. New clothes are your first task. The rest of the day will be spent navigating the twisting streets and labyrinthine alleys of the Immortal Bastion, chasing the faint glimmer of opportunity. Today marks the beginning of your fate in Noxus.