A/n Hey guys Here's the next part of the Iron Revenant enjoy!
Centuries passed under Mordekaiser's rule over the whole continent since his revival. His metal rule had seen multiple attempts at defeating him, all failing with the men who tried joining his ever-growing army of shades. Every attempt, though, had made the former warlord more paranoid about being defeated and he had began to make serious measures to defend his one weakness; his bones. Of course he couldn't be destroyed simply by destroying his bones but it would likely stop him for a large amount of time, and regardless of his immortality he did not enjoy that prospect. So he had a citadel built on top of a mountain to protect his bones. The Immortal Bastion had massive slabs of Steel for walls defended by his army of shades with the sorcerer liches staying near his bones for whenever he needed to be revived. Little did the revenant know his paranoia would be for use.
While Mordekaiser built up The Immortal Bastion, small groups of barbarians and war camps began to secretly gather under one banner to defeat him, similar to those centuries ago when the warlord was a mortal man. Only because Mordekaiser's iron claw caused pain and suffering to all people on Runeterra did these groups work together. Both had vastly different ideologies, some believing in their physical strength's making them superior to anyone weaker, while the others believed that they should use their power to bring justice for all. This would be the only time in the upcoming centuries that these vastly different groups would work together.
So these tribes and groups of men worked to collect the resources needed to supply their army and find a way to give a final defeat to the undead warlord. Eventually the growing force found an archipelago hidden in great white mist called the Blessed Isles that agreed to help them by giving them powerful magic enchantments to give to their armor and weapons so that Mordekaiser couldn't rend them apart with their own protection and agreed to seal away the revenant in a labyrinth full of dangerous relics so he could not be revived and bring the continent to its knees again.
However, the king of the Isles asked that the location of his home would never be revealed to protect the relics sealed in the earth. After this agreement made with the militia of tribes and the Isles, the king of the Isles gave them a medallion for them to use to tell the Isles when they won and remove the barrier of mist temporarily so they could bring the bones of the warlord to the Isles.
Finally they were ready to begin their siege on the massive fortress of iron in which the warlord lurked to protect his bones. This would decide whether he could be stopped once and for all or if he would continue ruling, possibly for an eternity. The band of tribes began their siege.
The Immortal Bastion's gate was charged by battering rams made of thick logs as small groups of the united force laid tall wiry ladders up the walls to attempt to climb over. As the garrison stood firm against the besieging army, Mordekaiser prepared his army of shades to defend his metal fortress. The shades climbed to the wall's walkways and either shot with bows and slings at the invaders or jumped off with swords, clubs, axes, and a myriad of weapons and engaged the attackers. The bands of tribes were ready for the shades, drawing their enchanted weapons and fought the shades, slashing them apart with the bright glowing steel.
As the first wave of shades were ended and released from their grim enslavement, the gates of the garrison was taken down, letting the main force of the united armies in to the Bastion. While the shades were taken down with ease from their simple attacks, the undead warlord was another story. Mordekaiser crushed slews of men each swung of his Morningstar. Slowly, the sheer amount of men fighting him overcame the warlord just like his original death and he was forced onto the ground, men running to tie him with thick cords of rope. The ends of the cords were tied onto four horses, each having the cords tied to one of his limbs. The horses were whipped and they ran, all in a different direction. Mordekaiser's blackened armor creaked and as the pieces broke off from each other the warlord screamed, "NOO!" as the armor shattered, and a human figure, black as night, faded away leaving charred bones in the fragments of armor.
The tribes gathered the bones and put them in a sack and entrusted the sack to a ship to bring back to the Blessed Isles, where they were locked underground for years, with the malevolent force waiting for the moment it could rise again to bring the continent to it's knees once and for all.
The wait ended years after the lock up of its corpse when a warden was assigned to watch it with other artifacts…
