[League of Legends] Red moon, Silver Wolf

[CripleMikeHD]

Chapter 1: Frel Jord
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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.

 

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Chapter 2 ~ The Ice Queen​

The icy fields of Frel Jord has always been a contested area. Ever since the three great tribes started their domination over the territory. On this bright and cold evening our story continues in the Capitol of Frel Jord. The palace of the icy talons to be exact. Our story is about to take its first steps and the roles of our champions are about to unfold. The walls are as high as legend has it, the icy towers as glimmering as ever. Frel Jord counts over three-hundred thousand inhabitants, yet so few have powers like the might champions. The capitol of Frel Jord is filled with free slavers from the south. The economy has been flowering the last couple of years and many scientists and professors alike have found their way to the north. It's starting to become a multi-cultural mixture of Runeterrans.

There it is, the magnificent castle of the queen of the North. The birds of Frel Jord often fly by it, seeing nothing but a glim in the snow. Approaching closer, the sharp designed structures begin to reveal. High Born nobles roam the palace steps, socializing and gossiping about the latest news. The palace steps soon came to a deadly silence when a large escort appeared. A dozen guards fully armored in the queens sigil stepped alongside the steps, creating a pathway directly into the castle. Children dropped their belongings and rushed to the highest crate to have a glance upon the arrival. Something like this they have never seen in their life-time. It was the well-known arrival of Anivia, the phoenix of Frel Jord. The last time they have seen her, it was during the Summoners War.

The crowd cheered and chanted, Anivia the protector of the North and ally to the Queen. Even those chants soon came silence when the skies became brighter and snow started to drop in a slowed pace. Wings, could be heard flapping as the snow started covering the palace steps. Guards, who were supposed to remain dead calm; started shivering in the cold breeze. "Look there! It's her, It's really her! Anivia!" One boy screamed as her saw a shim of Anivia's body appearing over the horizon. The glorious wings flapped as the snow formed a single path between the guards. Her beak as sharp as always and wings as huge as legends. Anivia set foot on the ground, on top of her freshly fallen snow path. The guards were as cold as ever, but as soon as Anivia walked by; the warmth started grasping. Anivia made her way to the top of the palace steps, guards opened the doors revealing what seemed to be a throne at the far end of the room. Gently making her way to the edge of the chamber. The doors closed and the guards left the chamber behind it.

"Anivia, you have been terribly missed by the people of Frel Jord." The queen said. Anivia shook off the snow covering her wings. "It's just as terrible as ever here, how much bloodshed still has to come." Anivia mumbled. The queen stood up from her Throne and made her way down to Anivia. "When I, Ashe of the Avarosan; was made Queen. I pledged to unity the Frel Jord. This task is not a simple one Anivia. I hope you understand." Ashe replied. Anivia broadened her wings, revealing battle scars from the battles she once faced. "My time is near it's end Ashe, The cycle of life has made it's end; my rebirth shall take quite some time this time." Anivia sheathed her wings and slowly started walking to the Queens balcony "Follow me Ashe, there is something you have to see." Anivia continued walking as Ashe slowly made pace behind the ticking footsteps. Ashe accelerated her pace as she opened the balcony doors for Anivia. Upon arriving on the Balcony, the scenery quickly changed. This was no longer Frel Jord, Ashe turned around only to see that the door had disappeared. They were no longer in the castle, yet the area reminded her so dearly of Frel Jord. "What is this Anivia, what has happened; where are we." Ashe asked in panic.

A loud roar from the mountains foot shook Ashe's senses. She quickly took her bow, and armed it with one of her magical arrows. Aiming as the foggy mountain foot, she waited patiently. A flying creature came soaring by. Ashe released her fingers, shooting her arrow directly in the beasts heart. The arrow slipped right through the beast. "This isn't real Ashe, at least not yet." Anivia said. Ashe retook her breath as she sheathed her bow. "Than where are we?" Ashe asked confusedly.

The clouds were darkened and blood flowed through the mountain paths. Loud drumming could be heard, but it's not Sejuani's camp. This was the drumming of death, the screams of the people being tortured and feasted upon. Deformed and horrifying monsters roamed the darkness. "This my dear Ashe, will be the future of Runeterra. This will be its future if our people do not unite. I am of the embodiment of ice magic, and soon; if this happens. My rebirth will end, the world as we know it will end". Anivia flapped it wings twice and covered Ashe under one of her wings. Once her wing was off the Queen they appeared to be back exactly where they stood before on the balcony. "There are some shamans and magicians who also had visions of this future. There is a darkness coming, and it's coming for all of us." Anivia said. Ashe walked back inside the throne room, looking pale and disturbed. Her only word to Anivia was "How?". Anivia followed her path and answered " When the time is right, you shall know. For now, find those who wish to unity Runeterra as well; form an allegiance. After that, all there is; is stopping the darkness."

Ashe looked at her throne as she wondered who Anivia was speaking about. If this darkness was real, she would need all the champions of Runeterra to unite under a single banner. She already had a number of allies, but it was far from perfect. "But how do I convince them?" Ashe asked. Hearing no reply Ashe turned around only to see Anivia no longer being there. Looking down upon the ground all she saw was an egg. An icy egg filled with Anivia's energy. As Ashe laid eye's upon it, she was amazed by the eggs beauty. Laying one hand on the top, the egg slowly faded away; turning into snow that the breeze took atop the mountain. Hearing the breeze soar by, Ashe also heard a faint voice coming from the breeze "Faith" it said.

 

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Chapter 3 ~ Voodoo Lands​

This day brings us to another part of Runeterra. The south has always been known for its relations to magic. Just south east of the great barrier, lays the Voodoo lands. It's a darkened patch of land, where the married couple of city of Noxus were outcast. Gregori Hastur, the Gray Warlock, and his wife Amoline, the Shadow Witch. They both established a tribe of outcasts from all over Runeterra. There true victory however, and strongest point lays with their daughter Annie Hastur, the Dark Child.

You see long ago, there was a huge and terrifying bear that terrorized the tribe. It caused havoc and destruction. What many do not know, is that the bear was the embodiment of shadow. This the Shadow Bear terrorized his way to the camp. Their daughter Annie, managed to entrap and force the bear into servitude. He took on the shape of a playful bear, and Annie name him Tibbers. Since that day on, she became well known for this and even entitled to champion of the League. Though her age may seem young, Annie has the mind of an adult.

Upon dusk a figure approached the border of the Voodoo lands. His cape as red as blood. He stands tall, as his feminized boots leave thin prints behind. The sudden shrouds of mist make him weary, black magic played a trick; yet he already knew. Reaching in his pocket he took out a small vial he slowly drank. The shrouds slowly cleared as a path revealed itself. Leading to the edge of a small lake, he calmly walks the path before him. The lake seemed still, not a single bird chirping. The waters still and no sounds of anything but the breathing of the cloaked figure. As he makes his way further along the edge, he sees the water shake. Leaning down he takes a glance at the surface of the water that showed the reflection of his pale face and pink hair. With another small quake the surface of the water becomes unclear, but slowly calms again. This time however, it is not his face he sees; but the face of a small child. The cloaked figure grins as he stares into her eye's.

"Have you met my bear Tibbers." The reflection asked rhetorically. What was shrouded mist, slowly ignited around the cloaked figure. Flames dancing in a unnatural pattern, but yet not touching him. "Sadly, Yes; many times" the cloaked figure responds as he stands up to face whatever lurks in these flames. A shadowy figure approaches from out the flames. A huge bear, rather it seems a huge teddy bear. It's tear marks and stiches are clearly visible, and it's face corrupted by a darkness. It's tears and stiches leak flames and it's eye's as evil as they say. The bear takes a leap at the cloaked figure, rushing him with his claws wide open. The man sets his feet steady and jumps off into the air. As the bear becomes smaller, he hears a crackling of flames above him. The little girl he saw in the reflection is now, higher above him with a huge ball of flame in her hands. She shoots it without hesitation, the man has no choice but to engage in combat as this point. His hands searing forward he releases what seems to be frozen blood shards. The two projectiles collide mid-air releasing a huge pressure pushing the man downwards. His eye's still focused on the girl, he ignored the threat from behind. The bear standing with open arms, catches him; only to grip him once again In an impossible position.

"You got me, well played Annie." The man said. The bear stood still without moving a muscle, the man looked behind him gazing on the bears eye's. "You've improved your binding magic. You're becoming stronger every day Dark Child." The man added. Before him came Annie, but unlike the man she didn't seem that eager to see him "I should burn you right here where you stand Crimson Reaper". The man chuckled and released a soft sigh "The Crimson Reaper, how much I have missed that name." The man chuckled as his face and body began turning red. So dense it nearly looked like he was becoming liquid. The bears grip became stronger as he felt the man loosening, until the man exploded into a puddle of red blood. Annie just stood there watching carefully, the blood slowly made its way next to Annie. "You can go now Tibbers." The bear vanished in flames as the puddle of liquid became materialized into the shape of the man once again.

"I am not here to fight Annie, we both know what I'm here for." The man said. Annie took her belongings and headed off into the forest. The man panicked, this wasn't the reaction he was expecting "Hey! Wait! Where are you going." The man followed Annie as he slowly made pace next to her "Go back to Noxus Vladimir. I don't want to hurt you." Annie said in a monotone voice. Vladimir reached in his pocket, and gave the girl a small black stone "That belonged to your father, right before he was exiled. We were both experimenting black magic in the tombs of Noxus." Vladimir replied. Annie gazed on the stone, coming to a stop at what looked to be her father's tombstone "I will burn them all." Annie said while placing the black stone on top of it.

"This is not the time of Revenge. You have a responsibility now as queen of the Voodoo Lands. Others will soon come to negotiate a peace treaty, they sense the dark powers coming as well." Vladimir said. Annie turned around and faced him with a devious smile " And you are here to represent Noxus and that obnoxious grand general?" Annie replied. Vladimir stepped closer, not a few inches away from Annie " No, I am here to tell you how we will burn them all. Noxus will belong to us soon, and you need a army." Vladimir's face quickly changed as his evil grin took hold.

 

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Chapter 4

The story continues at the war camps of Frel Jord. Volibear had just spoken to Udyr in his lonesome tent and prophecies were exchanged. Dawn breaks as the two suns rise at the horizon slowly. Udyr still meditating in his tent, he gently stood up from his position. A calm breeze shook the tent as it flew out of the tent, changing the cloaks color on Udyr's back. His eye's turned into humanoid colors as he stood up. Udyr doesn't sleep, or so the legend says. His shamanic ability allows him to travel to the spirit realm, guarded by the four ancient spirits that aid him in battle.

Making his way out of the tent Udyr finds nothing but utter silence. The feast of the night has taken its toll on the warrior tribe. Udyr sighs as his feet touch ground outside his tent, the snow clutched between his feet he grips his hand on the tents handle. Udyr made his way to the largest tent in the camp, it's symbol a sigil of the Winters Claw. The fierce rebellion of Sejuani has once again conquered a village of Frel Jord. Outside the tent a huge battle boar was taking rest, it was Sejuani's mount in battle. This boar was known as the terror in the north, until Sejuani single handedly managed to tame this wild beast. Some say he is a Iceborn creature. Making Sejuani one of the few north-lings that possess ice magic.

Udyr sets foot inside the tent, calmly getting used to the darkness inside. Udyr had just placed one foot inside as an axe swooped by his head and landed with a terrifying quake besides his feet. Udyr noticed the sigils on the Axe and stepped back carefully. "My presence here is merely to seek the blessing of the Iceborn before my leave Olaf" Udyr said. The darkness in the tent slowly faded as Sejuani the leader of the Winters Claw lit the camp fire in the middle of the tent. Revealing two people inside it, Sejuani, The Winters Claw and her ally Olaf, the Berserker.

"I should cut your tongue out Shaman, pledge your allegiance to the north like any other." Olaf shouted. Udyr stepped forward a few steps before he saw Olaf tightening his grip on his axe. "Enough Olaf, let the man speak freely." Sejuani commanded Olaf. Udyr made a quick bow as he continued closer to the camp fire. " I have to take my leave of the north. Urgent matters require my attention up south." Udyr said. Sejuani stood up and made her way closer to Udyr.

"Tell me old friend, what is it you see in these vision. Is it my glorious victory over the North." Sejuani chuckled out. Udyr grabbed one of Sejuani's hands. Olaf abruptly stood up, but was interrupted as Sejuani told him to sit back down. "Sejuani, what I see is the destruction of Runeterra. A chain of events that will devour not only our world, but every other world out there. It has to be stopped, as your friend I urge you to seek a unified North." Udyr whispered. Sejuani roughly shook her hand loose as she turned around to Olaf, her gaze changing back to her hand; which as in Udyr's hand.

"Of course, I will unify the north. I will unify it under my command!" Sejuani shouted. Olaf cheered and chucked away a pint of ale. "If we cannot unify Runeterra as a whole, there won't be a North to Unify anymore." Udyr said before turning around leaving the tent. Volibear was outside eavesdropping on the conversation. Udyr shook his head towards Volibear and slowly walked along the tents towards the south. Volibear continued in his footsteps until a small passage way into the fields. "Udyr, I wish you the best of luck; but my journey lays to the west. Demacia has to bear news to this prophecy." Volibear said before coming to a stop. Udyr turned around and raised his fist. "Then we see each other on the fields of Justice my friend." Udyr said before turning around and leaving. Volibear glared at his shamanic cloak before him as well turned around and took his leave.

The journey of the Shaman has just begun. Back inside Sejuani's tent, Olaf was still cheering as Sejuani's mind wondered off. In a few seconds Sejuani's face turned red of anger as she slammed her fist against the table. " Send a messenger to the Frel Jord Capitol, arrange a meeting with Ashe." Sejuani told her squire. The little boy rushed off to obey the order as Olaf's cheerful face soon turned to a question full one. "You will talk to your sister? For what, let's raid the capitol!" Olaf asked. Sejuani calmly walked past her tent walls, touching the rough leather it was made off. "Udyr is a old friend, if he says Runeterra will suffer such a fate. Then we are all doomed, we will do what is necessary; but we will plot Ashe's downfall behind her back." Sejuani said.