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.