The land of Freljord, long divided, great legacy burns and brothers and sisters turned against each other. As the light dims, shadows grow ever darker. Ambition corrupts the future and harmony shatters in the flames of turmoil.
Avarosa tribe led by young queen Ashe, while others war, Ashe works day and night to establish a single alliance throughout the Freljord. They are an agglomeration of progressive tribes that believe in diplomacy through the teachings of Avarosa. They dwell mostly in the slightly warmer regions, and many settlements under their banner are agrarian. Though Ashe's methods are peaceful, she is still backed by a powerful and committed army.
The Winter's Claw tribe is led by the ferocious Sejuani. Sejuani wishes to conquer the Freljord through absolute strength. In her eyes, the Freljord is a place where only the strong deserve to prosper. Warlike and traditionalist, they gather food and supplies from the high plains, forests, and northern waterways during the summer. In winter months, they survive by raiding southwards. As Sejuani raids, her warriors allow the stalwart to live under her banner while they pillage the weaker tribes, leaving them without the means to sustain themselves. Once her work is done, only the mighty will be left in the Freljord.
The Frostguard dwell hidden beneath an eternal winter, deep in the ruins of the ancient Freljord. They live among the ancient ruins to the far north, protecting their leader Lissandra as she watches over the Howling Abyss. A cult shrouded in secrecy, the Frostguard archive of all Freljords archaic history. Though seemingly peaceful, the truth of the Frostguard's allegiance is far more disturbed. The world had forgotten the terrible enemy that ruled the Freljord long ago and was cast into the depths of the Howling Abyss following a long and brutal battle. And now, whilst the ignorant sleep, Lissandra keeps the Watchers at bay and plots to rule over all of Runeterra. Even so, missionaries and healers from the cult are common throughout the Freljord.
But this story won't be about them, no. This story will be about the free city state of Berun, located between the lands of Winter claw and Avarosa, led by the Old King Birger.
Berun was a port city, enabling its people to trade with foreign kingdoms and it was rich with expensive and rare minerals in their mines. At one time it wasn't even considered a Freljord city, as it was technologically advanced, with its farmers using the most modern methods and farming tools, sailors who rivaled Bilgewater pirates and army equipped with finest Demacian and Noxian weaponry.
It was a city of legend and this is its story.
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An elderly looking man with black hair and beard of the same color on his face, and grey eyes sad on a black throne gently taping its arm rests with his fingers.
The throne room was big, with red carped going from its massive double doors to the throne, on many of its columns were blue flags hoisted with three white interlocking horns in the middle.
''Dear your wrinkles are showing''
Said a beautiful voice, when the man turned he saw red haired woman, sitting on a white throne besides him, whose deep blue eyes stared right at him.
''I just worry, Ingrid''
He said in a gentle voice in which the woman gave small chuckle.
''For the love of the Old Gods, Birger, who would have thought that the man who slain a Troll King in his younger days and lived through countless battles would be worried''
Ingrid said, but she saw that her husband still frowned.
''Look, love, he will soon come, don't worry he is your son after all.''
Ingrid then said gently pressing her gentle hands against his rugged ones.
''I guess you are right, I'm just worried if he didn't softened after spending four bloody years in Demacia''
He said in firm tone.
''Didn't you were the one who send him there, to learn how to be a king?''
Ingrid asked.
''Yes, but still…''
He said, in a whinny town like a small child.
Then the doors opened and a soldier dressed in dark silver armor rushed in and bowed to the both of them.
''My King, My Queen, I got news, that Prince Erik's ship is entering the port as we speak.''
The soldier said.
''Hahaha, finally, I was getting tired of waiting''
King said as he stood from his throne and descended a couple of stairs, and then he grabbed his wife by the hand and went to meet their son.
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A young looking man, with short jet black hair and blue eyes stood on the small ships forecastle deck as he watched a port and the City of Berun appear in his view, the high walls slightly shined from the frozen ice on them, the sole tower that acted as a watchtower and a home to the city's maester.
The young man takes a deep breath and inhaled the cold northern air.
''It feels good to finally breath in the northern air, isn't that right captain!''
He shouted at a man who stood on the quarterdeck and navigated the ship to port.
''Aye, nothing feels better as swimming in the north waters again, my Prince.''
Said the Captain.
Soon enough the small ship safely docked in the port with people coming near it.
''The Prince is here!''
''Welcome back Prince!''
The crowd shouted as they watched their Prince disembark the ship.
''It truly is good to be back.''
He said with a smile as he waved to the crowd and more cheering erupting welcoming him back
After more unloading and putting everything to carts the young Prince began to make his way towards the palace, while waving the citizens of Berun along the way.
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''Prince Erik is here!''
Announcer shouted as the gates of the keep went up and a brown carriage went into the courtyard of the keep.
At the same time the King and the Queen walked out of the keep and with small steps deceased down the stairs.
Soon enough Erik stepped out of the carriage and bowed down to his parents.
''Mother, Father I have returned''
He said and soon enough King Birger enveloped his son in bone crushing hug.
''Father…air…please''
Erik pleaded for his father to release him from his embrace.
''It's good to have you back, son.''
Birger said as he released his son from his hug, it was good to see him again after 4 years; no parent wants to be so far away from their children.
''I missed you, my son.''
The Queen said as she gave a light hug and peck on the cheek.
Erik then brought them both into a hug, it was good to be back home, it truly was.
Then after a couple of seconds they broke their group hug and the King faced the crowd who was dead silent since the Prince entered the keep.
''The Prince is back! Tonight we party!''
The King shouted and immediately the crowd cheered.
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It was already dark outside and all of the guests were separating. The party for Prince Erik's return was a wildly fun, when they say that no one parties harder the Freljordians, they weren't lying.
But as all good things, this party has eventually ended, seeing their last guest the royal family were about to retreat to their chambers ,when a three eyed jet black crown flew in the hall and then from it a bald man with long white beard and dark brown robes, holding a dark book appeared.
''Maester Ralph what do we owe the pleasure to?''
King Birger said to the maester.
''My King.''
Acknowledged the maester as he turned and then he turned to the Prince who was looking curiously at him.
''My Prince, I'm sorry that I couldn't have welcomed you.''
Maester said with a small bow, he wanted to welcome the Prince, after all he was the one who raised him and taught him everything when his parents weren't available, you could say Erik was the closest thing that Ralph had got to a son and now to see that young boy who would run around and prank people has grown up to such a splendid man was truly a welcoming sight.
''I understand Ralph.''
Erik said with a smile, he wasn't mad at Ralph for not welcoming him; it was understandable as Ralph was busy with overlooking all that concerns magic in the city, plus speaking to the Old Gods.
''Now speak Ralph, you definitely didn't came here to join the now ended party''
Briger said with a small lough at his own joke, at least attempt at it.
''My King, the winds changed, something stirs at the north, I advise you to be causes.''
The maester said calmly as Briger slightly clenched his fists.
''Lissandra and her damned cult.''
Birger said with slight anger in his tone, he remembers when her cult entered this city and started raising trouble, now they are digested and made into wolf's shit by now.
''I'm afraid so, my King. Though, I bring other news from the south. A massage came that Queen Ashe of Avarosa tribe is coming here in two weeks' time.''
Everyone knew of Ashe, Ashe commands the most populous horde in the north. Stoic, intelligent, and idealistic, yet uncomfortable with her role as leader, she taps into the ancestral magics of her lineage to wield a bow of True Ice. With her people's belief that she is the mythological hero Avarosa reincarnated, Ashe hopes to unify the Freljord once more by retaking their ancient, tribal lands.
''She always tries to make us join us…At least she tries to do it peacefully, unlike like Sejuani and her lot. Thank you, Ralph for the service, if that is all you are free to go.''
The King said as the maester bowed, then turned to the three eyed crown and flew away through the opened window.
Birger then looked at his son who stared at the widow from which the maester flew out, Erik was always fascinated by magic, though he didn't had the aptitude to it, which was a shame, but Erik accepted his fate and trained his body and mind instead and King Briger couldn't be more proud of his son, he will make a good king in the future.
''Well boy, get ready, because you will attend that meeting with me, we will see what you learned in Demacia''
Birger said firmly to his son, making clear that he will take no for an answer, not like Erik even would deny him.
''Yes, father, I will make you proud.''
Erik said determined to put the skills he learned in Demacia in to good use.
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A woman with gray scaled armor and grey helmet on her head that counseled her eyes was walking in a dark corridor, the only source of light being some kind of stones that radiated light blue light, she moved graciously along the corridor until she reached the door at the seemingly endless corridor.
She opened the door and was hit by the cold howling wings, but the cold didn't bother her as she continued her walk and now was walking across the bridge which connected the two large mountains.
She crossed the bridge and entered the other mountain, then she was met by a lot of black hooded figures who bowed to her and cleared the way to her.
She then reached a throne made of dark blue ice and sat on it, then the figures stood up.
''So, what news did you bring me?''
The woman said with a voice of authority and soon a hooded figure stepped out and bowed in front of her.
''My lady Lissandra, Ashe and Sejuani are still battling each other, though Ashe is now moving towards the city of Berun, we speculate that she will try to make them to join her cause.''
The figure said with a manly voice.
''Yes, the city Berun is rich even if it's just one city, it will tremendously help the one witch haves it, that old fool of a king will refuse her as ever… Speaking of the old fool how my Ice Born assassin is doing?''
Lissandra asked.
''Just as you instructed, my lady, he is currently spiked the wine that was delivered from Demacia and now he is waiting in the forest for the animals to kill him, which he poisoned some of them, or to end Kings life himself.''
The man said.
''Excellent, soon the fools will fall; he will know how to meddle with me.''
Lissandra said in darker tone, no one that made her fool had lived another day, and for those crimes committed against her cult, he will pay.
''What about his boy, my lady?''
The man asked.
''Leave him be, he is no treat, soon everyone will fall to the ice age.''
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A young beautiful woman with beautiful silver hair and bright blue eyes rode on her horse in front of caravan.
She wore black cape with a hood, which was down at this time, and a bow seemingly made out of ice rested on her back, then she wore a piece of black cloth that hugged her breast and it had golden ornaments before turning to white color and covering her belly along her back, on her hands there were black gloves, with her index finger and little finger exposed, the gloves were long they ended at her elbows, next she wore a black skirt and on her legs they were golden boots who expanded till her knees accompanied by black thigh highs.
One would think it would be complete suicide to walk around like that in the cold Flerjodian weather, but the cold never did bother her, she was immune to it, instead she liked the cold.
''Ashe, tell me again why are we going to that city if that old man will deny you again?''
A manly voice asked behind Ashe.
She turned around to see a tall man with emerald eyes staring at her, the said man wore a silver horned helm with a shoulder guard and vembrace of the same color on his left arm, the only difference was that the shoulder vembrace guard and the had green emeralds on them, he was bear chested and only wore dark silver tasset accompanied by pants and black graves.
''Because, Tryndamere, I think this time will be different.''
Ashe answered calmly, she was amazed how she managed to sway Tryndamere to her side, well a good coin, free will to do anything as long as he didn't break the law, women and good fights, apparently did the trick, but she can't deny that he was a massive help, he could singlehandedly take on hundreds of men, he was her bargain chip in every diplomatic meeting if say she needed to be a little more persuasive.
''And why do you think that?''
Tryndamere asked, he was in this city quite a few times and in each of them Ashe was denied all she managed to get is trade right agreements and nothing else since, but hey as long as there is good ale and pleasure houses in Berun he was more than willing to go there and stay for a couple of days.
''You will see.''
She answered him with a small smirk, yes this time everything will be different she hopes at least, if this fails she can always try again, like she did before.
''My Lady, we are approaching Berun.''
A soldier snapped her attention and she turned forwards to see the high walls glistering in the distance.
Ashe was always amazed by Berun, it was city like no other, paved roads made from granite setts, the houses tall as three stores, different kind of shops from around the world, but Ashe was amazed by the people, most of them could read and write, citizens of Berun were really intellectual, but all of that wouldn't be possible if not for the wise Kings that led the Berun to greatness, it's said that the City of Berun is ancient as Freljord itself, though if this is true no one knows.
When Ashe and her caravan reached the gates they were met by guards, it went as usual, they checked everyone for illegal substances and etc., reminded to obey the law and wished a good stay.
As she rode through the city she taken in the sights, no matter how many times she comes here she still holds that child-like excitement, there was always something new to find in this city and it never bore her, it was a shame that she never got to explore it all, maybe it will change in the future, we will live and see.
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THRUST
SLICE
HIT
Battle raged inside the snowy village as men and women fought each other, their blood painting the white snow.
But one individual stood out, it was a woman wearing a helmet with only one ice horn sprouting from it, with a couple strands of blond hair escaping from the helmet, a metal breastplate was on her chest, next was the skirt made of fur and leather boots on her legs.
She swung her giant ice mace around herself taking out a couple men that surrounded her, seeing that she was still outnumbered she clicked her tongue and scowled.
WHISTLE
Then she begun whistling, surprising her enemies that were surrounding her, but in the next second came a giant bore like creature with white fur, the creature ran rampant around her stomping and stabbing everyone with its giant tusks.
She then using the distraction caused by the giant boar, she begun once again swinging her mace taking and attacked her enemies.
Soon enough they taken out their enemies and the boar came to the woman.
''Good job, Bristle.''
The woman said while gently stroking the white fur of the giant boar, then she mounted it and begun looking around, her forces were meaning it's only a minutes before they win.
WARCRY
Then she turned around to see a man with ginger hair and beard swinging his two axes taking out a couple of men instantly, then the man jumped in the air and swung his axes down separating the arms of the man that was too foolish to get in to his field of vision.
''Olaf!''
The woman shouted and the man snapped at her.
''Sejuani!''
The man shouted back and then he calmly walked to her while cleaning his axes from the blood with a piece of cloth.
''So what do you thing?''
The man asked clearly referring to the village.
''A bunch of weaklings.''
Sejuani said and her boar gave a snort, obviously thinking the same as its master.
''Yeah, this was easy, how about we raid south next? I have a score to settle with Trynd.''
Olaf said, it was really amazing to watch as the two berserkers went for each other, no one dared to interrupt them as anyone who got caught in their battle was killed in the most brutal ways possible, Sejuani herself wanted Tryndamere by her side, but she denied him saying that then he won't get to fight with Olaf, Tryndamere was strong so she respected him.
''That can be arranged.''
Sejuani said while patting Bristle, it always got her blood going when she raided south as they were the ones who defended themselves fell, even of their were weak like their Queen Ashe, she saw Ashe's men and women, slight and soft, who preferred to farm instead of fight.
In the end, it was an offer of peace - rather than an act of war - that began Sejuani's campaign of conquest. On the first day of winter, envoys from Ashe's tribe approached Sejuani's camp bearing a gift of Avarosan grain. Ashe's intent was clear: if Sejuani united with her tribe, the Winter's Claw would never go hungry again. To Sejuani, the gift was an insult.
So Sejuani gathered her people and set the grain alight. She proclaimed that Ashe's offer of charity would bring only weakness. Stripping the envoys of their supplies, Sejuani sent them back with a message: the Winter's Claw would prove to the Avarosan that only the strong deserve to survive in the Freljord. As the grain burned behind them, Sejuani rode out with her war band to inflict the first of many painful lessons to come.
''Sejuani, what should we do with the captured men.''
A man wearing only lather clothes with fur and a great-axe in his hands came to her.
''Make them slaves or execute them on the spot, I don't care they are weak.''
She answered the man.
''What about the village?''
''Loot and raze it to the ground.''
Sejuani answered coldly, those who are weak don't have a place in Flerjord, only the strongest survive here and the weak perish.
And so Sejuani calmly rode with her war band and the burning village behind her. To think that they thought they could defeat her, heck she would have taken the village by herself, it was weak.
''Were to next?''
Olaf asked besides her as he walked on foot, while she rode on her boar Bristle.
''South.''
She said with a smirk, it was time to make another visit there, she will show Ashe that Flerjord is no place for weaklings who don't have the will to fight.
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The room was quite as King Briger and Erik waited for Ashe, they both knew that she was already here and probably is going here already as they sit here
Briger just wanted to end this quickly and be done with it, he already had an idea what Ashe will be talking about and seriously that girl can be quite irritating when she wasn't to be, even Sejuani didn't raid Berun this much as Ashe came here for the ''diplomatic talks''. Every meeting was the same, she would as for Birger to join her, he would deny her then she would try again. Maybe he made a mistake when he agreed to that trading agreement…
Erik on other hand looked with interest, he never was in this kind of meeting before, so all of this was new for him, he saw a tall man with slick brown hair that parted in the middle, brown eyes and mustache sitting near his father. The man was Lamont Brownjoy and he was master of coin in the city of Berun, he was responsible for all things concerning coin, like trade agreements, taxes, invested funds and etc., Lamont was a calculating person, he only cared about facts on the paper than myths or legends, he was a superb analyst of data, no one was better at his job than he.
Next to Erik sat a small man a dwarf to be exact with blond curly hair and dark beard, he was Tyrion Lannister and he was The Hand of the King, this was the highest position in the Berun's council, he would advise the king in every way he could and serves as the King's proxy during his absences. Tyrion was from Demacia a really powerful noble house, but he was disowned for being imperfect and supposedly killing his mother when he she was giving birth to him, so he traveled to Freljord to escape all that and now he is The Hand of the King. Tyrion is an eccentric person; he has a fondness for prostitutes and drink, but is also intelligent, cunning, and educated. He also is a kind man who would protect the innocent, claiming that he loves broken things.
Next to Tyrion sat and old man with a bold head and a small white beard, as a sign of his age, he was Barristan Selmy, better known by his nickname Barristan the Bold. He holds the position of Lord Commander of the Kingsguard: the realm's chief military advisor, particularly in regards to land-based warfare and law. While the King personally appoints knights to the Kingsguard at his whim, once chosen they are lifetime appointments, which cannot legally be removed. Barristan was as considered by many to be one of the best swordsmen and most honorable men in the whole of the Freljord.
Grand Maester position was taken by Ralph who stood behind King Briger.
The last member present in the room to surprise of all was a woman with red hair and blue eyes, her name was Francis Drake she hold the position of Master of Ships: the realm's chief naval officer, supervising the Berun fleet and coordinating the realm's maritime defenses and development. A personality that treats good people and evil-doers alike without distinction. A hedonist, and at any rate she likes to be flashy. Though momentary pleasure is good, she likes it when there is nothing left afterwards in both private life and in war as if a storm has blown. Though she likes treasure, she is not fond of hoarding, but instead loves to spend.
Erik knew all of them, but he never interacted with them that much apart from Ralph, who educated him on math,writing and reading, geography, astronomy and mythology, plus he was like a grandfather to Erik as he always as there for him when his parents weren't able. The next person Erik interacted from this room was Barristian Selmy, Barristian taught the young prince since he was strong enough to lift a sword about warfare and the art of sword. The last person Erik was accustomed was Tyrion Lannister, Erik liked those weird jokes that the Tyrion would make it was fun to be around the dwarf, but just as he was laid back he always offered advice if he saw that the prince was doing something wrong. It was Tyrion's idea to send Erik to Demacia as Tyrion said ''It's better to learn how to play the snake game from the snake den''
''So when will the high and esteemed Queen Ashe will come?''
Tyrion said while he drank a glass of wine.
''My men said that she will come here shortly.''
Replied Barristian.
''Can't we just say no and be over with all of this?"
Tyrion asked, he like most of all here knew what's going to happen, so he didn't see any point in this meeting. He sacrificed his time to come her instead of being at a pleasure house and doing adult things, damn how he missed Rebeca and her big tits…
''I would be bad manners to do so Kings Hand, plus we are here to see how Prince Erik will do and she already is here.''
Said Ralph and soon the doors opened and wearing a beautiful dress consisting of royal blue top and white bottom, with her long silver hair hanging loosely on her back Ashe stepped in.
The council stood up and greeted the Ashe who was accompanied by a well build man, Tryndamere, who was now wearing a black top with fur on it and black pants and another man who was wearing the same clothes as Tryndamere.
As the greeting were over everyone sat down at the table.
''I really appreciate that you accepted to meet King Briger and-.''
Ashe first begun, but she stopped as King Briger slightly raised his hands stopping her from talking further.
''I glad you think so, but let put the pleasantries aside and let's get down to business, so why are you here Queen Ashe of Avarosa?''
Birger said, he just wanted this to be over with quickly as possible.
''Yes, I have proposition for you.''
Ashe calmly said and Birger just let out a sign, he already knew which it was.
''We will not join you or your war.''
Birger said.
''I'm willing to marry you son.''
Ashe quickly said and the room went silent, Tyrion almost fell out of his chair, Barristian straightened up, Ralph had wide eyes, Erik's jaw was dropped so low that it could touch the floor, Lamont gave a calculating look, but he was too surprised and Francis just glared at the Queen before them, but the most unexpected reaction was of the King.
''HAHAHAHAHAHA!''
Birger said taking everyone by surprise by his uncontrollable laughter.
''I starting to like you Ashe, no one dared to propose this kind of idea in the history of Berun.''
The King said giving the young lady in front of him a smile, this taken him clearly by surprise, this woman had more balls than some of the men he knew.
''I'm flattered to hear that so what is your answer?''
Ashe asked cautiously, she is now in danger zone one wrong word or intonation and everything will be lost today.
King Birger adopted serious face thinking seriously over every option.
''Well, what do you say?''
Birger turned to his son who was still recovering.
Erik looked at his father, he won't deny that Ashe was really beautiful woman with her long silver hair, bright blue eyes, but he wasn't of those who would chose the partner over the looks, sure he heard her heroic deeds here and there, but as Ralph said ''Never judge a book by its cover''
''C-Can I have time, before I give my answer?''
Asked Erik, he really need to thin over this really hard, he can't give answer right away.
Being the good father that he is Birger understood it his.
''Then it's settled, I give Ashe and Erik one week to know each other and we will talk about it then.''
Birger said as he smacked Erik's shoulder.
''I'm glad to hear that your Highness.''
Ashe said as she bowed, pleased at the outcome of this meeting.
''I will leave the housing to our Master of Coin, now you may leave.''
Birger said while eyeing Berun's castle members, they nodded understanding what the King truly wanted.
''Then I bid you farewell King Birger and Prince Erik.''
Ashe said as she gratefully walked out of the hall, this meeting was a success now all she need is some way to make the Prince accept the proposal.
''Erik you may leave too.''
Birger said as he saw his son not moving from his place. Erik wanted to say something, but one glare from his Father King was all that it needed for him to bow respectfully and walk out.
''Is it wise to do this, my King?''
The first to speak, when Erik left the room, was Tyrion.
''It's unprofitable to do this.''
Said Lamont, and Barristian agreed, marrying Erik to Ashe would be the same as forging an alliance and that means losing their neutrality in the ongoing war, that means lot of gold would be spend a lot of blood spilled.
Birger let out a deep sigh, he knows what the members of the council think, he knows this really well.
''Francis, what do you think?''
Birger addressed his Master of ships who was silent thought this entire meeting.
''As much as I like to blow stuff, I don't want my men to die on the wish of a young girl.''
She said calmly as she looked the King in the eyes, Francis may be a lot of thing, but she deeply cares for her men and her ships, that much was evident in her eyes.
''Ralph, tell them''
Birger said and all eyes were now focused on the old maester, who conjured a little fire in his hands who took up a form of a sword.
''Last night when I was attending the holy fire in the altar of old gods, I saw something. The flame took the form of a sword; it's a bad omen, the Warrior God grows ever restless, he sharpens his sword day and night and the Smith God has re-ignited his war smith, making armor and weapons. They didn't act like this even when the War for the Freljord started, so this is highly troubling. War bigger than ever before is coming, when or how sadly I can't tell.''
Ralph finished his tale.
''That and before this meeting, Ralph, said that the winds have changed in the north, this isn't just a coincidence, we have to be ready and this is the first step towards.''
Birger added.
''This all good and all, but what if the Prince doesn't wants to marry Ashe?''
Tyrion added while taking a big gulp of wine, the information he got now was not good.
''He will marry her.''
Birger said back to his Hand.
''My King, how can you be sure?''
Baristian said, he wasn't sure about this plan.
''Don't worry my old friend, those two are more alike than you think.''
Birger said and stood up.
''The meeting has ended, Laimont if you can be so kind make sure that our guest would get everything best that the city can offer.''
Birger said and walked out of room. War is coming and he will make sure that none of his people would die.
A/N: So here it is folks, my third fanfic. I had this Idea for a long time now and I finally managed to bring myself to write it, as usual my first chapter will be pretty short, because I suck at writing beginnings without dwelling in too much on the actual plot, so the next chapter will be around 10k words. Though I have to warn you that I will update this fic when I feel like it, meaning that updates will be inconsistent. As you know this fic will be OC x Ashe fic, why I choose that? Honestly I don't know I just like Ashe in general and I feel like she deserves more fanfics of her and OC pairing.
Note: By the time I wrote this Ashe's comic came out and honestly we will see if I use something from it, though I will definitely use the first volume of the comic.
So with that finished, leave a review how did you like this, how awful this is and how can I improve.
Bye-Bye!
