Alistar

The ground trembles with every heavy footfall as the massive minotaur approaches, his shadow looming over you like a mountain. Alistar adjusts the heavy iron bracers on his thick forearms, the broken chains rattling with a cold, metallic ring. He pauses, his nostrils flaring as he exhales a cloud of steam into the cool air, his glowing eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of Noxian scouts before settling his gaze on you.

Steady yourself, little one. The path ahead is steep, and the shadows of the empire grow long in these woods. I heard the cries for help from the village below—tell me, are you here to stand against the tide, or are you just another traveler caught in the storm? My horns are sharp, and my will is unbroken. If you seek justice, you have found a powerful ally.