"It is our duty to speak of unity, here among the ruins of our past. Now our people stand divided, torn apart by ancient hatreds. Brothers and sisters, our enemy is not our neighbor. Our enemy is a land without law and a long winter's night. It is hunger, poverty, desperation and chaos. Look around you, these monuments from a bygone age, each older and grander than anything wrought by our hands. These are the works of a united Freljord, a fractured land that we can repair. From these ruins, we can raise a great nation. We are the people of the Freljord, and this land belongs to us all", Ashe's voice rang loud against the frozen walls and monuments that surrounded the icy platform she was stood upon. Her people cheered at the climax of her speech and she gazed at the tribes which had pledged themselves to her cause. These were good people. If they weren't then she would not have allowed them into the Avarosan. Proud of the rallying cry she had given, the young woman headed down the platform and into her the tent which housed her war council. The tribe leaders and her trusted friends gathered around a heavy stone table which was bordered with brilliant white snow and painted stone figurines which represented her loyal tribes and her enemies. The group smiled and clapped joyously as she entered.
One of Ashe's fondest friends, Gragas, pounded her on the back with a little too much force and shouted close to her face, "A feckin' great speech m'lady. Really got the crowd ready for action."
She smiled fondly and inconspicuously wiped the droplets of wine which were accidentally spat onto her face as Tryndamere moved to embrace her next. His warm arms wrapped around her and he muttered congratulations into her ear. She smiled and moved to the head of the table, nodding at other friends and tribal leaders. They were all present, as they should be for possibly the most important movement they had ever planned. Tryndamere and the other barbarian tribe leaders were gathered to her direct left. The barbarians who were loyal to her oathbound - Tryndamere - and therefore her, took up a large and exceedingly important part of the Avarosan army. Gragas was next to them and while he wasn't a leader of the sort, he was a great friend and ally to have in the room with her. Braum stood, hands crossed and smile wide, to her right. Having the hero of the Freljord pledge his allegiance to her cause had swayed many of the lesser tribes to join with him and she was ever thankful of his undying faith, and warm heart, on her side of the fight. Finally stood the Cryophoenix herself at the opposite end of the table. Anivia had brought a lot of the Northern tribes with her when she pledged for Ashe, the Notai tribe being a major part of Ashe's army. Those tribes were used to the much harsher conditions in the far north and were known throughout Runeterra as the fiercest of fighters whose only beacon of hope was Anivia, the demi-god spirit herself.
"My friends", she started warmly, "Thank you again for being here, my Bloodsworn: Tryndamere the Barbarian King, Gragas the Rabble Rouser, Braum the Heart of Freljord and Anivia the Cryophoenix. We have it on good intelligence of a Winter's Claw camp just a few days march north of here and Anivia's bird scouts have spotted that Sejuani herself is present there. If this is true we can presume that most of her army is there too, possibly going back to their main encampment after a raid or recruitment mission on one of the lesser tribes which roam these lands. So, provided we act quickly and with the power of our full army at our backs, we can completely wipe out one of our two enemies in Freljord."
"Drive the buggers out", Gragas exclaimed.
"Braum will lead the charge!" Exclaimed the man to her right.
Ashe and the others chuckled, "I want half of the Barbarians leading the charge into the camp. Do as much damage as possible before they can be prepared and retaliate. Then, once they do, return to the rest of us and we will all charge as a group, under Anvivia's blizzard. Anivia, how long can you keep the blizzard going for?"
"As long as you require", Anivia chimed, "If my body is kept safe away from the main fight, I can keep it going until sunrise."
"Good. Braum, you and the Notai tribe will hang back from the fight and protect Anivia in case some of the escaping Winter's Claw finds her while she focuses on aiding the rest of us."
"And what about me lassie?" Gragas shouted.
"You, my dear friend, will do exactly what you always do."
"Drink and headbutt the feckers?"
"Hell yes."
The others cheered and Gragas poured everyone a glass of his special brew before they went to prepare the army for the march ahead.
The march was done and now Tryndamere hugged low against the soft snow, his Barbarian army scattered around him as they edged closer to the dwindling campfires of the Winter's Claw camp. A few scouts where spotted here and there along the way but Ashe's archer scouts had made very quick work of them. All that was left were the few scouts present at the camp and the rest of the slumbering army. There would be no rallying cry from the barbarians tonight. Nothing that could wake the rest of the army up before they had torn through half of the camp. After that would come Anivia's blizzard and the head of Sejuani being marched back to their home on a spear.
They were close enough now that Tryndamere could smell what they tents surrounding one of the bonfires had for supper that night. This was it. Time to fight. He held up a single hand which held his Greatsword and jumped into the air, the rest of the hundreds of barbarians following suit. His feet trampled the smoldering ashes of the bonfire as some of the others stayed to hack at the screaming bodies entrapped in the collapsed tents. White turned to red as a single swing from Tryndamere hacked the body of a fumbling tribesman in half, his upper body still twitching in the snow as the barbarian king moved to his next victim. But, before the army could get even a quarter of the way through camp, ice exploded all around him. It wasn't anything to do with Anivia, however. This wasn't beautiful and deadly like her blizzard. This was a savage cold that gnawed its way into his muscles, making his movements slower and slower. The arm that gripped his Greatsword turned blue and began to grow icicles on the underside. The snow that was once soft seemed to become part of his legs, begging them to melt away and become part of the snow. The cold seemed to demand that he stay in one place for he feared that even a single movement would shatter his entire body.
One of his tribe leaders in front of him had managed to let out a scream and just through the ice Tryndamere could just make out an entire fleet of white bears, each one about the size of three men, charging towards his people. Sejuani was definitely there it's just they had no idea Volibear and his Ursine warriors had also joined her. And they were awake. They were waiting. He had to tell Ashe, or they were all going to die.