Chapter 12
The story continues from the very place it started, The Frel Jord. Sejuani had decided that unity in the North has to be established. The only way she knew how was to face her sister Ashe. A royal meeting was set up, and Sejuani was invited to the Capitol. Being unfamiliar with the customs Sejuani arrived earlier than appointed. With her entire tribe at her side, they entered the Ice Palace. Citizens took this day off to hide from the tribe men accompanying Sejuani. Upon entering they already noticed the grim mood set by their arrival, it was somewhat an insult to the tribe.
"Fearsome folk these bastards are" Olaf said. Slinging her weapon Sejuani hit Olaf on the head "Silence fool, we are guests at this palace. We are here for peace, not war. Understood". Olaf mumbled before silencing himself completely. Outside the palace doorsteps Ashe was already waiting patiently, escorted by her allied champions. This meeting was not just meant for Sejuani, but Ashe gathered all the allied champions of the North together. Familiar faces roamed the streets of the Capitol, the mood turned grimmer as the remaining champions arrived as well. Ashe did not speak a word, but retired to her castle without mentioning anything. An announcer appeared as he stood in Ashe's place now "Silence!" he yelled. Taking out a scroll he started reading loudly "Dear Friends, Hereby I thank you for coming to this meeting. We will gather inside the war room in a moment. When your name is called, please do enter alone." The announcer stared around the court of the palace. It seemed rather crowded. Most of the champions were paying attention, but some were reeking of vandalism if not addressed.
"First, The winter claw tribe" The announcer yelled. Sejuani and her allies stood straight up listening carefully. "Sejuani, The Winters Claw" Sejuani stepped forward. Without looking at anyone else, she entered the castle. Making her way to the War room, she saw Ashe sitting at the very end. "Olaf, The berserker" The announcer continued. Udyr and Volibear were absent on their own journey. Ashe was already informed about this, and spoke to them a month ago. The champions of the winter claw were not present at the meeting. "Next the champions of Avarosan" The announcer yelled. Avarosan is the capitol of queen Ashe, and current location of the meeting. "Tryndamere, King of Frozen Wastes". Tryndamere scuffed his way inside, leaving a drag mark on the ground as he dragged his blade along. The announcer frustrated by this act of vandalism, Tryndamere was supposed to be King of Avarosan. Ashe was democratically chosen and that fact angers Tryndamere, making him liable to damage the reputation of the crown.
"Gragas, The Rabble Rouser". Silence dominated the courtyard, everyone was looking around; but no sign of Gragas. The announcer repeated himself, yet Gragas did not come forward. "Here!" A voice in the distant yelled. A smell of strong alcohol flew by as a breeze. Gragas reeked of beer and ale, his face drunken red. Nearly stumbling he made his way inside knocking over most of the statues in h path, the announcer placed his palm on his head; shaking it rapidly. "ok….next. Nunu, The Yeti rider". Nunu stepped forward, mounted on a Yeti his steps trembled the grounds. A breeze of cold air rushed his face as the Yeti looked up "Anivia….". Nunu stared at the yeti and patted his head. All that remained of Avarosan was Anivia, but she was in her rebirth cycle. Nunu entered the castle as the last of the champions. The warriors and guards remained outside in total silence.
Ashe head of the war room, sat at the very end of the table; overseeing the champions gathered here today. "Welcome dear friends and allies. Today we have an important topic to discuss, for far too long has the North seen war and ravaging of villages. This needs to end, at least until the darkness passes that is too come." Ashe said. Tryndamere slammed his fists on the table "Let them come, I will hack them in two if they dare stand tall" he yelled. The champions all began talking, and arguing "I remember when I hacked my axe in your chest!" Olaf said. Tryndamere was easily agitated, his hand reached for his blade, but was stopped as Ashe screamed "Silence!".
"We are here because we have all sensed this darkness, it is not simply a threat we can deal with alone. We must unite the Frel Jord under a single banner" Ashe continued. The room still quite, Sejuani stood up "Ai, and who to lead this army." She asked sarcastically. "I will of course!" Tryndamere said. "I am the true king of the North" he added. The entire room burst into laughter "A brainless goon like yourself?" Nunu said. Tryndamere's frustration was beyond exploding, his face warming up he began breathing heavily. "Leave him alone, I suggest we all lead it" Ashe said. Everyone's attention turned to Ashe, they liked the idea. "A temporary alliance, until we deal with this threat. Afterwards we can figure out politics. For now, we set up a War Counsel, every decision shall go through us first, and this castle shall serve as our headquarters." Ashe explained. It didn't take long before everyone agreed to this, a share of power for every champion in the North. They knew it wouldn't last of course, but that is why everyone was already trying to establish their position of power.
"From this day on, Until the end of the threat that we face. We now are a united Frel Jord. This however is not the end, we must unite the whole of Runeterra; but this is the first step." Ashe said. The room was filled with awe, they did not realize the whole or Runeterra was their objective. For some in the room, including Tryndamere it was his dream to command the whole of Runeterra. This might prove to be another chance for some champions to have alternative motives. The day ended with the champions establishing new homes in the capitol of Frel Jord, it would not be their base and they would temporarily reside within the castle walls.