"Aye! Welcome, welcome lads and lasses! The inn is open to work! Oh you Noxian ladies are lovely! Please take a sit next to the Ionians! Bounty hunter gents! Aye perfect coats there! Oh my old friend Jhin you're here as well. I got a special place for you deep in the corner, I'll even bring you some whiskey! Arghhh! Look at this my fellow friends from Bilgewater! You want rum? Of course you do! Please sit down I'll fetch you the bottles in a moment! Welcome, welcome my dear friends! Ah! Grand General, please sit here at the bar, we're just waiting for King Jarvan and we can officially begin! Ah speaking of the devil! He's here. Have a sit next to the Grand General, dear King of Demacia."
Everyone sat down in the massive inn. It was full. Noxians, Demacians, Ionians, Yordles and who knows what else. The grand opening! The owner walked behind the bar and a few young men, walked out from the room on the side, bringing drinks to the guests. All the tables and chairs around the inn were made out of massive oak, so they might not break if a fight comes out. The owner placed a document in front of the king of Demacia and the Grand general of Noxus. They both singed and then raised their mugs!
"Cheers!" they both shouted and everyone followed. Bards entered the inn and music started, songs and drinks all around. People didn't hate each other. Nobody wanted to kill anyone at this moment. Someone might say that world peace had came. But if that is just an illusion. The story of the inn starts around the time Noxus appeared.
The owner, back then was one of the deadliest pirates. Blond hair, perfectly shaved, and a big broken nose. He had tons of scars on his face, but the first one to spot was the one passing his mouth, giving it a X shape. He used to trade with the viking tribes, today known as Noxians. But once they took over Mordekaiser's keep, they decided to call their old friends the pirates. The first Grand general, a fearsome figure. Hated pirates and thieves. The first thing he did when the pirate captain entered his throne room, was to cut off his arms. And to remove one of his eyes. Cruel, but most other pirates were just slaughtered. This one had the chance to live only because the weapons he sold to the vikings, which assisted them founding Noxus.
When he returned to his ship, his crew were scared. But he didn't care. The pain didn't stop him. He knew there was a way to heal himself and take his vengeance on the general. He set sail to find the temple of life, which was rumored to be hidden deep into the uncharted seas. Years passed. No news came of the captain or the crew. But one day, when he was old and gray, he managed to find it. A small temple, in the middle of the ocean. The temple was made out of ancient stones, not known to the people of the mainland. All covered with seaweed. The old captain entered on his own. He had no issues opening doors, as there was none. Once he reached the center he heard a voice.
"A soul for a life time." the voice whispered with a soft female timbre.
His eyes were confused a bit, but then he realized what he was asked, blinded by vengeance he offered his whole crew, for a lot of lifetimes. The voice pleased, accepted and gave him eternal life, instead of just few lifetimes.
The ship just sank, out of the nothing, together with all of the crew. A bright green light came from the water. Then the temple locked itself. A lot of years later, back on the mainland. A ground of Noxian soldiers in training found a naked young man, during their daily running exercise. He was laying on the beach, breathing heavily, but not moving. The Noxians took him, as they were to bring him back to Noxus, a large elderly man stopped them.
"He's a friend of mine. Leave him with me". he said with a deep voice. The soldiers gave him a nod and left the youngster. The elderly noxian pulled him to his hut near by. And left him on the ground.
Few hours later the young man woke. To find himself in an unknown hut, as he started to get up he saw the elderly noxian sitting on a chair near by.
"I know you." the Noxian said. "When I heard you vanished in the seas, I did not expect to ever see you again. But now? Not only you somehow got your arms back, but you're somehow, younger."
"I know you?" he asked confused. "Impossible I have been gone for so many years."
"Oh? You did not recognize me? I expected you to be here to finish me, after what I did to your arms." Noxian coughed and then picked a cup of tea.
"Aye... now I remember you 'grand general', but after what I did. My desire for vengeance looks pathetic."
"You found it ? Didn't you? The temple of life... You killed all of your crew just to have eternal life? I am not surprised. You're a pirate after all. But you seem changed, are you not?" the Noxian asked while giving the pirate a piece of bread, from the near by table.
"Aye. I feel different. I feel as if I need to do good, to make up for the waste of the lives of my crew." he grabbed the piece of bread and started eating it.
The Noxian pulled out a knife from under his robe and stabbed the pirate. As he expected. The wound healed nearly instantly.
"Perfect. You're going to be perfect for what I have in mind." the Noxian smiled and left the blooded knife on the table next to him. The pirate still surprised of what happened looked at him confused.
"Don't look at me like this. Everyone might think I am dead, but I got a lot of influence. The black lotus made sure I can live for hundreds of years, so I can guide the rulers of Noxus from the shadows. I know you're confused. The wild viking Noxus you might remember does not exist. It's been hundreds of years. I am no longer a grand general, as they all think I am dead. But I have powerful friends in all the nations. This is why a glorious day will come, as long as you agree to it."
"Agree to what?" confused the pirate asked "I am do not wish to enter any wars..." the Noxian interrupted him.
"Wars? No, my boy. You're going to be the keeper of peace and neutrality. There is an inn, placed on the boarders. Half of it is in Demacia, the other half in Noxus. The contract states, that the inn will open when one who can live as long as the elder oak and is neutral to the conflicts appears. And you are one such. You just need to agree.".
I shall not bother you with what follows, as the inn is open! The neutral zone. Everyone is welcome. Any political conflict is ignore there. There is no Noxus or Demacia or Ionian. There's only the 'Drunken Bear' inn. If any murder or act of aggression appears, the owner shall decide who's guilty and who's not. He's the judge, the king, the God of this place. And in such a place many stores could be told. Stories, of the Legends of the Rift.