Chapter 1: Frel Jord
The lands have always been in turmoil since the last summoner war. Thief's and bandits who claim the title champion, warriors torn away from real war to fight for these summoners. The lands have seen far better days. The world has seen far better days for that matter. The world is no longer as it used to be, the league of legends has been disbanded and most summoners were executed on King Jarvans order. To perverse the greater nation he said while ordering the slaughter of thousands. One thing he indeed was right in is that we in Runeterra live far longer than the humans on earth. With the League disband and no summoners left, all that remains is the dreaded vile evil from the Shadow Isles. Not to mention the constant war for domination over Valoran and Ionia's Political interference with state affairs. Yes, Runeterra has truly changed over the last decades. Yet, there are still some who fight for the old ways, the old gods and the summoners.
You see, when the last summoner was slain; his last words were never spoken. Instead on his final hours the summoner wrote down a prophecy that to this day remains sealed. Summoners are quite simple actually, they are humans from earth; which is another dimension as you will. How they found their way to Runeterra is beyond my comprehension, but I do know they possess a power far more dangerous than any I have ever witnessed. They can enslave and manipulate any inhabitant of Runeterra to their bidding. Our story starts in the snowy north, which holds the icy cold capitol Frel Jord. Even in the north battles for these icy cold plains are being waged. The sky is as clear as always and drums are being played in the far distant. The encampment of the mighty and brave Sejuani stands tall before the foot of the mountain. In the last few years Sejuani has proved to be a mighty leader while raiding and pillaging cities and villages. Claiming most of Frel Jord's North Western lands.
All tents are loud and cheerful as the camp celebrates yet another victory. All tents but one, one tent is as calm as the clear dark sky. A faint light of a single fire and soft whispers inhabit this one tent. Steps are slowly approaching the tent, the weather changes. What was a clear darkened sky, now is clouded by clouds filled with rage. Winds blow and glide along the night sky, the tent being in its path. As the steps reach closer a white armored paw reaches in between the curtains. The rest of the body enters along revealing a huge white bear, covered in victorious armor. The skies settle down as the bear enters the quite tent. The bear continues steadily until reaching the camping fire inside. Next to him a man sits, chanting words while sitting in a meditating position. "Your spirits will not save us from what is coming my friend." The bear said softly. His eye's focused on the fire, images raised from every flame. Visions of the near future and fallen souls of the battlefield.
"Neither will your armor Volibear" The man answered, his eyes still as closed. Volibear tapped his armor twice and stood up on both his back paws. The man sighed, dusted off his robe and stood up beside him. The flames now rising even higher they revealed a face of a unknown person. "Udyr, we are both Shaman's. We have both seen the same future have we not. The time of prophecy is before us." The bear mumbled loudly. His expression quickly changed. "What do you suggest, Unifying the kingdom under a single tribe. We would have more luck finding a drop of water in the desert. " Udyr replied with a worried face. Volibear knew that this would be his response. It was his initial thought as well. As long as chaos remains in the lands of Runeterra, they will never know true peace or unity. "I guess we have to do something about that" Udyr added, both Volibear and him already knew the objective of this day. As Shaman's their goal now seemed the same.