Character

Renekton

Story

"No one goes there. Shurima is not a place for humans."

It had been centuries, maybe longer, since the legendary city had collapsed. Time and merciless winds had turned stone to sand, leaving no traces of the ancient civilization. It became a myth. The entire region was a lifeless desert. Travelers and merchants were avoiding it at all costs, either by superstition or because no roads or maps were known.

One day, a foolish explorer decided to go to the desert on his own to find out the truth about the ruins of Shurima. The man was thin. He had tools, food and water. He was not looking like any of the usual thieves and tomb raiders who had tried to find the ruins before him. He had claimed he would find the legendary city following the stars. Nobody believed him, and thus, he had gone alone.

After a couple of weeks, under the scorching heat, the man spotted a shiny reflection in the middle of the sand. Was it luck? Was it fate? Were his calculations correct? Either way, he promptly walked towards whatever was the source of this reflection. When he reached it, his disappointment was indescribable. He had only found old pieces of armour and what looked like ceremonial blade. Surely they had been buried in sand for a while and had been only recently unveiled by the wind. There were no traces of any ruin nearby. 

The man sighed. He was running short on water. His skin was dry and burnt by the sun. If he wanted to come back alive, he had to go back immediately. At least, maybe the pieces of armour he had found would allow him to maybe have another expedition later. He approached the blade to inspect it. It was definitely too heavy to be transported through the desert... a shame, because it was a real work of art. If he was to leave it here, the sands would probably cover it again for the centuries to come. It was worth a try. The man grabbed the ceremonial blade. Immediately, a strange force had the muscles of his arm tense. His entire body was crossed by a surge of tremendous power. He could not take his fingers off the blade. He saw his muscles bulge and swell. His skin got thicker and leathery, covered with rough, green scales. Quickly, he grew into a massive, reptilian beast. His mouth filled with sharp fangs, his spine grew a powerful whipping tail. Unable to understand what was happening to him, he could only helplessly see his body continue changing. And he realized his body was rapidly transforming to fit in the armour he had just found. He was not a warrior. He had never been. But soon... he started feeling his growing strength. It was exciting and new. He became curious about how good of a fighter he could become. All this energy and power building up inside of him needed to be unleashed. He wanted to fight.

The armour had found its new champion.