The following day started well; we had a great breakfast prepared by both Uzug and Pantheon and Ashe and Tryndamere were making preparations for our leave, instructing the camp what would happen for instance. As we were breaking down the tents and packing whatever we would need for our new journey Tryndamere suddenly looked around as if he had sensed something. I looked at him and wondered what was going on. I would find out as seconds later he yelled in a voice that carried all over the camp, 'Arm yourselves!' Tryndamere's rallying cry seemed to have huge impact; everyone stopped with what they were doing in an instant and reached to whatever could be used as weapons, some found actual material fit for combat, others weren't as lucky and grabbed rocks. Before I knew what had happened in those seconds, I found myself surrounded by battle again, dozens of armed men stormed at our group. I sighed and reached for my new bow. Pantheon seemed quite annoyed, 'damn them, they picked the exact right time'. He, Leona and Uzug charged into the vanguard. Thrall called upon his shamanistic powers and summoned balls of lightning to cast upon the invaders. Here I first met the powers Thrall told I had within me; some of my arrows went straight through the barbarians without leaving any trace of injury and struck down the attackers behind them. Ashe saw this and looked at me with confusion, 'could you explain you how you do that?' 'I cannot explain', I answered, I was just as confused as she was, 'I don't even know how I do it myself'. Moments later it seemed that I had carried over this ability to Ashe, she totally missed a shot and instead of killing one of her own people, the same that happened to me happened to her. 'Well, crap', she said, 'this is weird'. 'How about some rapid fire', I asked, 'we have no need to aim'. 'Bright remark', she answered. Meanwhile I heard Tryndamere yell from all over the field, I turned around only to see him take down four invaders on his own, which really impressed me. A certain kind of joy had overcome me when I saw the attackers running; they clearly hadn't expected a resistance like this from a camp that was preparing to travel. I was weary and sat down. Tryndamere walked to us, took ashes shoulders between his hands and kissed her. Ashe blushed, 'did you have to do that in front of everybody?' 'Yes', he said. Uzug appeared and said, 'you know what? I really like this guy'. 'Who?' I asked. 'Tryndamere of course'. Pantheon and Leona also appeared, Pantheon seemed to have enjoyed himself, I wish I could say the same of me. The blaze of glory quickly made place for reconsidering. Instead of taking our leave we now had to tend to the wounded. The number of casualties was low but there was a lot of triage to do if the small amount of wounded was to come out of this without lasting incapabilities. Not that I was encouraged to bind together bloody wounds but I seemed to find peace in helping these people, so I helped them. Ashe helped me using several new techniques of which I had not known until then. It was quite nice to work with her. We spent the rest of the morning healing. Early afternoon we were called to attend a ceremony in respect of the dead. Their bodies were laid on piles of wood and then ignited after Tryndamere had spoken out words in a foreign language, a last honour. The ambience was filled with sadness, we might have prevailed but at what cost? I went to my tent which was rebuilt quickly after the news came out that we wouldn't be going anywhere soon, and fell into the sheets, wanting to clean my mind, which didn't seem to work anyway. The only thing that I could make up from this was that these people, unlike the story told barbarians do really care about each other. I lay there for some time contemplating when I heard Ashe's voice right from behind me, 'Are you okay?' 'I'm fine', I said. 'Who were they?' I asked her quickly. She sat down next to me, 'Noxian assassins', she spoke, resenting at the word. 'And why do they attack your camp?' I then asked. 'I do not know', she sighed, 'They are at war with Demacia but they attack anything if they will grow better of it'. 'They quite failed this time then', I said. 'They do that a lot, but their numbers are endless and their leaders are malevolent, they will behead anyone who didn't reach their standards to maintain discipline'. I don't quite know what happened after that conversation but the first thing I had come to see was Thrall's face. 'What happened?' I asked. 'You fainted', he answered, putting his hand on my forehead, the cold feeling of it streamed through my entire body. 'You are warm', he spoke calmly. Of course I was, I was getting sick, sick of this bloody mess, and the worst part was yet to come. I didn't tell him this of course but he seemed to read it in my eyes; he left the tent saying that he and the others would take care of further treatment for the wounded, as I would need my rest. I didn't feel much like remaining idle and let others do what I could do as well, but I also knew that I wouldn't be of any value if I was to get worse, so I reluctantly decided to stay here. Once I mustered the strength to look outside the camp seemed empty I wondered where everyone had gone and went to Ashe's tent, expecting the others to be there. I was right. 'Where's everyone?' I asked. Tryndamere answered me that they were praying in their tents to ensure that their friends would find a way to the afterlife; it was an old tradition in his tribe. 'And what are we supposed to do?' I then asked. 'You will go to Dalaran and find out about your bloodline'. 'And the others?' I asked, not willing to leave anyone behind. 'Ashe and Leona will come with you, there will surely be someone there who can train them too'. 'And Uzug and Pantheon?' I asked specifically for them because I knew that it was Tryndamere's responsibility to stay here with his people. 'They will stay here and focus on the opposite of magic', it seemed Thrall had already discussed the whole plan with the rest since no one seemed to hesitate. 'How about yourself then?' 'I will see to it that the humans will be further delayed', Thrall answered, I nodded. 'My hawk will allow me to communicate with them', Ashe tried to soothe me. 'Your hawk?' Ashe whistled and moments later a snow-white hawk entered the tent and carefully landed on her hand. She took some breadcrumbs from her pocket and fed the animal, which cawed, seemingly in joy. 'How do you think I found Tryndamere?' she winked. We took our bags which were already prepared and wished goodbye, wanting to move as quickly as possible. We exited the tent, the camp was still empty, it would be better that no one knew that we were leaving I thought. We waved to our friends and set off to the mage-city of Dalaran, of which I had only heard in stories, southeast of Freljord. Dalaran is said to attract the most powerful of mages of the world to study. Soon Leona, Ashe and I reached the border of the oasis and we were surrounded by snow and icy plains again. We put on our extra clothes and kept walking relying on a compass Ashe had brought with her. I longed for the warmth of the oasis within the mountains. We were lucky that it wasn't snowing; I wouldn't want to right getting frostbite or something similar. Despite the agreeable weather that day was the hardest; there was nothing to be seen but snowy plains. The joy was great when the endless white glaciers started making place for the least of vegetation. After a long silence Ashe started to speak, 'We have had the worst part now the only thing that can happen to us now is running out of supplies but we will be able to replenish them soon. 'How' I asked. 'There are plenty of edible plants and berries there, we might even be lucky to catch some animal, I do hope you like boar meat', she said, 'It will do', I answered. The trip seemed to proceed quickly as at the start of the evening we reached a border where grass was growing again, I even heard a river flowing at the other side of the hills. Notable was the great amount of trees that grew here but they weren't close enough to each other to form an actual forest. I was on the lookout for supplies when Ashe said, 'If you hear any trace of a river let me know'. 'Couldn't you say that earlier?' I asked, 'I've been hearing a river for the past five minutes'. 'Where does it come from then?' she asked me, thinking that I was bluffing I guess, 'This way'. I guided Ashe and Leona, who weren't as gifted with ears like mine, over a hill and found a river streaming from the direction of Freljord. 'How did you know?' Leona wondered. I pointed to my long, pointy ears, making her laugh but understand it. 'Right', Ashe said, 'We will just have to follow it to reach Dalaran. She seemed to be well informed by Thrall. Once we arrived at the river I started to drink its water, it was clean and started refilling our bottles when I heard this sound come from behind me, 'Well, well, well if it aren't three ladies waiting to be robbed', it was a heavy muscular voice, I turned around and looked right over the blunt side of a long knife into a mask-covered face. I started to panic but the thought that panic may cost me my life calmed me down. I saw Leona reaching for her shield in the corner of my vision; she was no match, however for the scoundrel's crew lightning fast reflexes before she knew she had a knife to her throat. In anger I muttered 'if only we'd seen you coming', to the rogue in front of me. 'What did you say missy?' he said, lowering his blade an inch too far. I saw my chance and grabbed it; I fiercely threw away his blade and kicked him in the stomach, causing him to reel in pain. That action had also cost me a cut in my own arm, leaving it covered in blood, I, however didn't feel a thing. The five man crew of this unknown man lost its focus when I burst out. Leona grabbed her shield and jumped in front of Ashe letting her shield emit a bright glow blinding the scoundrels and blocking any attacks with all her might. I, on my turn grabbed my bow and shot them down one by one. After the short but heavy encounter I sat down and took a closer look at my bleeding, it seemed to be a deep cut but I couldn't understand why it wouldn't hurt. Ashe took some bandages from her back and bound my would together, 'thanks', I said. Leona quietly waked the in the meanwhile passed-out leader of the group and took his knife, 'he won't hurt anyone anymore', she said. I offered to take him with us to Dalaran and see that he would be condemned. They both agreed. We decided to spend the night here as dusk had already arrived. We made a campfire and Leona and I would try to find some food as Ashe would guard the thief and keep the fire burning. We searched through a denser part with more trees and collided with an unfortunate boar. We even fetched some firewood which was easily found around here, we thought it would be a nice addition. Then we decided to go back, Ashe was already waiting for us, she had caught some fish herself and had tied the rogue, who was still unconscious in rope which she always had in her bag, quite convenient for situations like this and many other. After eating we decided to go to sleep already, we wanted to reach Dalaran as quickly as possible and we couldn't move on any farther today after all. I would have first guard, not just for the prisoner we had with us, but for who knows what other creatures might lurk around here at night. I sat there for some hours trying to keep my eyes on the surroundings and watching Ashe and Leona sleep tightly. Our prisoner had some moments where he woke up but he remained quiet then as I had my bow ready. After those quiet hours I decided it was time to wake up Ashe. It took quite some effort to get her out of her sleep, 'hmm?' she whispered. 'Your turn', I whispered back, shaking her, 'So soon?' 'Yes', I responded. She took her bow and sat down next to the fire pinching in the fire with an arrow. I grinned quietly, took my sheets from my bag and lay down.