This is a very simplified guide, not too wordy.

As the mightiest warrior to ever emerge from the Minotaur tribes of the Great Barrier, Alistar defended his tribe from Valoran’s many dangers; that is, until the coming of the Noxian army. Alistar was lured from his village by the machinations of Keiran Darkwill, General Boram Darkwill’s youngest son and commander of the Noxian expeditionary force. When Alistar returned, he found his village burning and his family slain. Bellowing with rage, he charged an entire regiment of Noxus’ elite, slaughtering them by the hundreds. Only the intervention of some of Noxus’ most skilled summoners checked Alistar’s rage. Brought in chains to Noxus, Alistar spent the intervening years as a gladiator in the Fleshing, pitted in endless battle for the entertainment of Noxus’ wealthy leaders.

Alistar’s once noble soul slowly became twisted, and he would have been driven to insanity if not for Ayelia, a young servant girl who befriended him and eventually arranged for his escape. Suddenly free, Alistar joined the newly formed League of Legends to fight as a champion, hoping to one day exact his final vengeance upon Noxus and find the girl who had renewed his hope. Initially unwilling to cater to his celebrity status as a champion, Alistar has since discovered that there is power in fame, and he has become a vocal advocate for those whom the Noxian government treads upon. He also calls to light things that the Noxian military would prefer remain hidden — something that has made him very unpopular with Noxus’ nobles. His charitable work has earned him several philanthropic awards, which serve as an interesting contrast to the rage and destruction he brings to the League of Legends.

If you intend to grab the bull by the horns as a summoner, Alistar might have something to say about that.

Pros: Swagalicious ganks, CC king, super tanky with ult

Cons: slow, long cooldowns without cdr

Trample (Innate): Each time Alistar casts a spell, he gains the ability to move through units and will deal 9 + (1 x level) + (0.1 per ability power) magic damage per second to nearby enemy units and structures for 3 seconds. Trample deals double damage to minions and monsters.


Pulverize(Active): Alistar smashes the ground where he is standing, dealing magic damage to all surrounding enemies and knocking them up for 1 second, additionally stunning them upon landing for 0.5 seconds.
Radius of AoE: 365
Cost: 70 / 80 / 90 / 100 / 110 mana
Cooldown: 17 / 16 / 15 / 14 / 13 seconds

Magic Damage: 60 / 105 / 150 / 195 / 240 (+0.5 per ability power)


Headbutt(Active): Alistar dashes to an enemy's positon and rams them, dealing magic damage and knocking them back a set distance over 1 second, also briefly immobilizing them.
Range: 650
Knockback Distance: 650
Cost: 70 / 80 / 90 / 100 / 110 mana
Cooldown: 14 / 13 / 12 / 11 / 10 seconds

Magic Damage: 85 / 130 / 175 / 220 / 265 (+0.7 per ability power)


Triumphant Roar (Active): Alistar instantly restores health to himself, healing nearby friendly units for half of that amount. The cooldown of this ability is reduced by 2 seconds each time a nearby enemy unit dies.
Cooldown: 12 seconds
Radius of AoE: 575
Cost: 28 / 41 / 54 / 67 / 80 mana
Self Heal: 60 / 90 / 120 / 150 / 180 (+0.2 per ability power)


Unbreakable Will(Active): Alistar instantly gains bonus attack damage and takes reduced physical and magic damage for 7 seconds. If he is under crowd control effects at the time of casting, they are also removed.
Cost: 100 mana
Cooldown: 120 / 100 / 80 seconds
Bonus Attack Damage: 60 / 75 / 90

Damage Reduction: 50 / 60 / 70%

Start with pulverize for your jungle. After getting lvl 2 decide whether you want to get Headbutt for an early gank or heal to continue jungling until 3. Max Headbutt first then pulverize then heal.

Wolves, Blue, Wraiths, Mini Golems, Red, gank anywhere in between if opportunity arises and for the rest of the game. Continue to get blue whenever possible or give it to ap carry.

This guide is only a work in progress, so please give me suggestions in the comments to help me improve it. I am working very hard on it every day.

Here is a really cool fan fiction I found about Alistar. Thanks to 1Boban for writing this amazing piece. If you want to check out the forum post, here is the link: http://eune.leagueoflegends.com/board/showthread.php?t=432521

The days in Noxian prison camps were as dark as any other day in that hellish place. Deprived of joy. Deprived of hope and light.
A new «shipment» of prisoners arrived today, the sound of the caravans was unmistakable to any other poor soul being locked in there. It was always 6, always… 3 coming in and 3 exiting trough the south gate, although no one ever knew what was in the ones exiting the gate. Some people said it were the lucky ones, the ones who's days of suffering ended and can finally return to their loved ones. Others said that they were being shipped to the fronts with a promise if they fight for Noxus they would earn their freedom… they all knew they were going to get used as meat shield, but those who stayed the longest in the camp would embrace death with open arms.

The prisoners were being stripped of their humanity and stripped of their hope. Like cattle, they burned the prison numbers on their backs and therefore even losing their individuality.

After one such processing, a young man, barely old enough to hold a sword was put in one of the cells that was whispered of being the cell of a bloodthirsty minotaur all the way from the Great Barrens. The bars were twisted, distorted, the ground was full of holes and cracks in the ceiling matching the beasts horns. But the beast wasn't there anymore… it was dead for sure.

After being left to his loneliness and anguish, he fell to his knees... crying in pain... crying for all the faces he will never see again, crying for all his loved ones he will never hold in his arms again... he even cried for the simple things that he loved, like food, or the fireworks of the summer festival. All those things seemed so far away to this man, and so he begins punching a wall out of desperation. He punched it till he could feel his hands no more, 'til the blood, sweet and tears mixed all into one sweet potion of desperation and hopelessness.

Then… he punched a hole in the wall and from the hole, papers started falling out! The papers were written out with coal, dirt, mud and some even with blood.

The man sat in the corner of the cell where a single ray of moonlight fell upon the usually pitch dark cell of the former mentioned beast. He started reading…




«If you are reading this then it means that both of us have suffered the same fate friend.
I am writing this to leave behind a mark, to be remembered at least by someone in this wretched dark world, but mostly… I am writing for what little sanity I have left in me…

The name is Alistar of the Great Barren, and I am the last of my clan… my family, my friends and my children all slaughtered by the hands of the ones that keep us both here.

I do not care about myself or others anymore, I just want their blood on my hands, for them to deserve the death they have brought upon themselves and when I get out of this place, I swear I will kill them all one day»

It was now sunrise, the man was reading the manu*scripts of this creature that lived for one thing only: Vengeance.
And in those words, he found meaning and strength, strength that kept him alive trough the next day, strength that kept him from pleading the guards for death after the terrible torture he was undergoing... he could not die yet, not until he finished the letter... it was only them that kept the man alive...


«Every day I look upon those caravans with expectations of seeing another one of us, at least to know that I am not the last one. I am desperate to find out what is in the 3 exiting the gate, maybe my tribesmen were in one of them? It could be possible… the one with the clunking wheel... it could have been damaged by one of our people... CLANG CLANG CLANG... the sound of it is driving me insane.

I have acquired the paper from a little girl that traded it to me for a symbol of my clan that I hid while undergoing the processing… I don't know what she will do with it, but by now I do not care anymore… it is the remain of a clan that no longer exists...

The tortures they put me every day are driving me mad from the pain, even at night I cannot rest cause of the screams I heard from other cell blocks... it was their turn in the torture chambers»

It was sunrise again... and the man started looking for the little girl but he couldn't find her... he asked about her but no one saw her for the last couple of years... he has to find out who was she... maybe the letters have some clues of her whereabouts. The search gave him purpose, he searched for her everywhere he would go, risk getting caught by peaking trough the guard room's windows, shouting trough the hole in the wall that separated the cell blocks, anything… to get his mind of the pain caused by this place. It gave him purpose, even something small like this can give a desperate man a shiny glimmer of hope… but what happens when he finds her? What then? What if he never does?... The questions started emerging from his mind.

«One of the guards came to close to my cell when giving me the food today... I have no regrets in killing him... it felt like my anger, just for a moment, was leaving me…it felt like my fallen family was a little closer to eternal peace. The punishment was severe indeed... but never death... no... because the guards know that this place is worse that the most gruesome death.

As I was lying on the floor recuperating from my wounds... CLUNG CLUNG CLUNG… CRUSH! The caravan... the one with the broken wheel tipped over, I dragged myself to the prison window overlooking the yard as much as I could but my bones were broken… but my will wasn't! I mustered all the strength I could to reach the window and finally see my loved ones again, let them know that I'm alive, and see them one more time!

… I reached the window… I looked over and I saw the 3 caravans meant to be passing trough the gate... one of the was tipped over, and on the floor hundreds of lifeless bodies were laying in the dirt…the much rumored caravans were only transporting the dead from here into the the crater that was used as a mass cemetery… no honor or final rest for the fallen...
With that sight I couldn't bear it any longer... I just sinked into a deep depression and laid there in a puddle of blood and tears for days.

Today I saw the girl again, it was here who was bringing me food... and without fear, she sat next to me... and we began talking…we talked for hours, hours turned into days, days into weeks! Weeks into months!.. For the first time in a long time I was happy for just a moment... she told me stories of distant places, happiness and friendship outside the world that I know... she also told me of the injustice that befell upon her family.

For months we talked together... we laughed together... and we cried together, she was all I could think of... the little girl that restored my fate in the world…

And one morning... the girls said: ... we escape together... »

It was the last paper... the man was desperate, nearly destroying everything in the cell in search for another paper, he had to know, he just had to... it was the only thing he looked forward to every night after the beating, the torture, and the monotony of this hellish life. It couldn't be over!
He started screaming in rage, demanding the Gods to help him!

And then... a paper airplane flew inside his cell... trough the hole in the ceiling which gave him his reading light every night…

«Stranger, do not hate as I did…do not loose yourself in the hatred, pain and suffering as I did…Take your life into your hands and show them that they may break your bones and take away your life or your freedom... but they can NEVER take your will and your hope!

I will come back one day for all of you, I promise that, but until then; stay strong and spread the word of love and comfort... not of anger, hatred and pain…»

The last paper was given to another man above his cell, and when he heard the scream he just threw the letter in…

The man had a purpose, a purpose and a will so strong not even the entire Noxian army could hope to shake! He started copying the letters, spreading them among the prisoners. Organizing the masses, giving them the hope and the will to carry on with their lives and say NO! To all who try to break who they are.


The following was taken from the Noxian journal:

Prisoner uprising in the south Noxian war camp, the guards have barricaded themselves in the barracks.
The Prisoners outnumber the guards 17 to 1 and there is no hope of stabilizing the matter at hand. Keiran Darkwill, the son of the famous general was taken hostage in the uprising during a routine visit to the camps.

The Demacian diplomats requests their immediate release unless the noxian army would like some «secrets» to come out in the open. we have yet to find out more about before mentioned secrets but the diplomat had a meeting with the rebel leader this morning and says he has solid proof of them.

The prisoner organization calls themselves «The Last Remaining Tribesmen». We have yet to find out more about the name.



Thank you for sticking to the story until the end and you are welcome to give me your opinion and constructive criticism.
Grammar and spelling mistakes fixed by Egheiterknut

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