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Sivir's Grandma had sex with a bird. Azir build guides on MOBAFire. League of Legends Premiere Azir Strategy Builds and Tools. Apart from distant relatives, what is the NEW relationship between these two? For starters, Azir is Sivir's only real remaining family, they are both of the same blood. . Some kind of God complex or just the "lust for power"?. Simple, travel to the other various location to make friends and other close relationships. Emperor Azir, brought back from nonexistence by the blood of his Sivir would stay quiet before groaning "God damn it Azir, you're.
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Azir's life have been around in darkness. Darkness from his birth,his room as a child,his death,the empty years of waiting in his tomb and finally darkness destroyed by his rebirth,the Ascension. If not for his desire for power and gold,the desire that runs down deep in his blood,Azir might just be an ordinary Shuriman soldier. Although his love of wealth and power is immense,it can not be denied that he is a just and a wise emperor. Then,a great illusion transformed the chamber into the great hall of the Shuriman palace.
Then,there was an emperor and and empress. The empress bore 2 sons,one year apart each other. The oldest was Zasir and the youngest was called,Azir. The royal family would have been complete if not for the mysterious oracle from the Order of the Black Rose,warned the emperor with a prophecy. Heed my words for this shall surely come to pass. Years passed,and being raised by a good general,Azir grew to be a wise tactician,a strong soldier and and with the help of royal blood coursing in his veins,was both blessed by magic of the sands and cursed with desire for gold and power.
The scene changed,Azir remembered this fateful meeting. Despite Azir's desire to name Xerath his brother, he could not do so until all Shurima's slaves were free.
Through these years, Xerath protected Azir from his political rivals and guided the expansion of the empire. Azir married and fathered numerous children, some by wedlock, others by ill-advised liaisons with slaves and harem girls.
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Xerath stoked the emperor's grand vision of an empire greater than any the world had ever known. But to stand as ruler over the entire world, Xerath convinced Azir that he would need to be all but invincible, a god amongst men - an Ascended being. As the kingdom reached the zenith of its power, Azir announced he would undertake the Ascension ritual, that the time was right for him to take his place alongside Nasus and Renekton and their glorious forebears.
Many questioned this decision; the Ascension ritual was highly dangerous and intended only for those near the end of their lives, those who had devoted their lives to Shurima and whose service was to be honored with Ascension. It was for the Sun Priests to decree who would be blessed with Ascension, not the hubris of an emperor to bestow it upon himself.
Azir would not be dissuaded from his rash course of action, for his arrogance had grown along with his empire, and he ordered them to comply on pain of death. The day of the ritual finally came and Azir marched toward the Dais of Ascension, flanked by thousands of his warriors and tens of thousands of his subjects.
The brothers Renekton and Nasus were absent, having been dispatched by Xerath to deal with an emergent threat, but still Azir would not turn from what he saw as his great destiny. He climbed to the great golden disc atop the temple at the heart of the city and in the moments before the sun priests began the ritual, he turned to Xerath and finally freed him. And not just him, but all slaves Xerath was stunned into speechlessness, but Azir was not yet done.
He embraced Xerath and named him his eternal brother, as he had promised he would all those years ago. Azir turned as the priests began the ritual to bring down the awesome power of the sun. Azir was unaware that Xerath had studied more than just history and philosophy in his quest for knowledge. He had learned the dark arts of sorcery, all the while nursing a desire for freedom that had grown like a cancer into a burning hatred.
At the height of the ritual, the former slave unleashed his powers and Azir was blasted from his place on the dais. Without the protection of the runic circle, Azir was consumed by the sun's fire as Xerath took his place. The light filled Xerath with power, and he roared as his mortal body began to transform.
But the magic of the ritual was not intended for Xerath, and such awesomely powerful celestial energies could not be diverted without dire consequence. The power of the Ascension ritual exploded outward, devastating Shurima and laying waste to the city. Its people burned to ash and its towering palaces fell to ruin as the desert sands rose up to swallow the city.
The sun disc sank from the sky and what had taken centuries to build was brought to ruin in an instant by one man's ambition and another's misplaced hate. All that remained of Azir's city were sunken ruins and echoes of its people's screams on the night winds. Azir saw none of this. For him, all was nothingness. His last memories were of pain and fire; he knew nothing of what befell him atop the temple, nor what became of his empire. Most of the buried structures they had seen were shattered from millennia spent beneath the sands, but this wall was uncannily intact.
Sivir felt her blood stir as she gazed at the carvings, mesmerized by a creeping sense of recognition. In that moment of inattention, her fate was sealed. Taking advantage of Sivir's distraction, Cassiopeia stepped in close and rammed a blade through her back. Sivir collapsed in agony, her lifeblood soaking into the sand. Cassiopeia pried Sivir's crossblade from her grasp as her senses dimmed like a guttering candle. As warmth faded from her body, death closed in. But fate was not yet done with Sivir.
As her lifeblood drained, her ancestor, the long-dead emperor Azirwas resurrected by the echoes of royalty within her blood. He carried her body to the Oasis of the Dawn, a sacred pool once brimming with healing waters.
Bone-dry for thousands of years, it now overflowed with crystal water at Azir's presence. The healing waters enveloped Sivir's body, miraculously undoing the fatal wound dealt to her by Cassiopeia. With a labored gasp, Sivir opened her eyes, dazed and uncomprehending, as if dragged from a dream.
A vaguely familiar face looked down at her with kindness, and Sivir blinked, unsure if she was alive or dead. All around her, spirals of dust whirled hundreds of feet in the air forming towering palaces, ornate temples, and expansive plazas. The ancient city of Shurima rose from its sandy grave in all its glory and splendor, crowned by an enormous golden disc shining brighter than the noonday sun. With Azir's return, the ancient city was restored to its former majesty. Sivir had grown up hearing tales of the legendary Ascended, but thought only children and fools believed in such fantasy.
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Surrounded by a city that, stone by stone, restored itself from nothing, and confronted by a long-dead Emperor who spoke of his enduring bloodline and vision of a reborn kingdom, Sivir was shaken to her core. Everything she had ever believed in was cast into doubt. With his words still ringing in her ears, she retreated to her life as a mercenary, taking solace in the everyday realities of fighting for coin. She struggled to accept she might be the heir to a forgotten empire, and tried to put such thoughts out of her mind.
Even if everything Azir said were true, she was sure no one could unite the disparate tribes of Shurima. The most powerful warlords could command small territories for a time with enough gold and warriors, but the land would never rally beneath a single banner, let alone bow to one man - even if he truly was an ancient emperor. As Azir strives to reestablish his once-mighty empire, Sivir is tormented by increasing doubts as to whether she can fully return to her former life.
Looming forces encroach upon her world, and for better or worse, fate has given her a second chance at life.