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Olaf: The War for Freljord – 11

17 Jul

He sprinted into battle with a reckless abandon. As soon as he caught up to the invading humans he was throwing his axes. Instantly beheading two Winter’s Claw, he quickly retrieved his weapons and rounded on another group. His blood was pulsing, and every time he struck an enemy he felt invigorated. The yetis around him were valiantly fighting and holding their own. Unfortunately, Olaf could see that there might just be too many soldiers for them. Between the yeti and the ursine, their forces were only around three thousand, while he knew he had seen at least ten thousand of the enemy.

‘I guess I’ll just have to even those odds,’ he thought to himself. Grinning maniacally, he dove into the midst of ten enemies. With one mighty swing he slew four of them and turned to face the rest. They stared him down, ready to fight when they were smashed from behind by a group of ursine. Olaf laughed, “Thank you mates!” Then he turned back into the fray, looking for anything he could do. He spied Ashe on the edge of the engagement, picking out her targets and taking them down, one by one.

He was impressed with her marksmanship and turned back to face the battle. At that moment he saw a group of yeti young lying on the ground, injured. Two grown yeti were in front of them, attempting to hold off a large group of Winter’s Claw, but as Olaf sprinted towards them, both were impaled by battle maces. Olaf cried out, “Death by steel!” and charged at the group. They paused for one second and that was all he needed. He threw one axe and it landed firmly in the chest of the closest Claw.

He stood there, forming a barrier between the Winter’s Claw and the yetis. The enemies hesitated for a moment before charging at him. Olaf focused and used one of the mightiest abilities known to his people. He was channeling his inner energy and would be temporarily infused with the power of a demigod. As he opened his eyes, he knew that the blood of the Ragnarok was flowing through him and he prepared himself.

All in one movement, Olaf cleaved through the middle of an enemy as though his armor did not exist, following through and picking up his second axe from the soldier’s corpse. Having both axes back, he proceeded to bring down the soldiers two at a time, ignoring any wounds they inflicted upon him. He was the Ragnarok, the mightiest of all the Lokfarian gods. Nothing would slow him down now. He slaughtered the group without mercy, blindly letting his fury out. After no more than ten seconds, he stopped to let himself breathe and saw a group of more than thirty dead by his blade.

He looked down at himself and saw he was covered with injuries. ‘This is nothing,’ he thought to himself. He looked back at the yetis on the ground, smiled and waved his hands away from himself, trying to communicate that they needed to leave. The closest one nodded and collected his fellows. As Olaf watched them leave the battlefield he was proud to have done his part in protecting them. Fleetingly, he wished Tryndamere were here. He wanted to go to battle with his friend again, and resolved himself to free his king.

Olaf took stock of the battle and saw that things were going well. It was true many yetis and ursine lay dead, but none had given in without a fight. For every fallen soldier on his side, Olaf counted two or three for the enemy. He looked around and was shocked with what he saw. Katarina DuCouteau of Noxus was throwing her knives into the necks of the nearby yetis. Olaf knew he didn’t have time to think of what this meant, all he knew was she was dangerous. As he sprinted towards her, Katarina caught sight of another target and Olaf’s blood grew cold.

Katarina had spotted Ashe off to the side and was now sprinting at her. Olaf followed along as closely as he could, but his fear for Ashe had offset his adrenaline a bit. Now that he had stopped he could feel his injuries clearly. He had taken many wounds and knew he wasn’t in great shape, but he would protect Ashe whatever the cost. Ashe caught sight of Katarina and began to fire arrows as quickly as possible, but Katarina dodged soldiers and arrows with ease. She had woven her way through the battlefield well, and as soon as she had an opening, flung four knives with deadly accuracy at Olaf’s queen.

Ashe dodged as best she could, but was still struck in her right leg and left arm by two knives. She collapsed, fitted another arrow in and tried to let fly at Katarina. It passed harmlessly to her left and Katarina began to dive in for the kill. As a last resort, Olaf readied an axe and threw it as hard as he could at her. Just as Katarina was about to strike the Frost Archer, Olaf’s axe cut her deeply on her side, passing through cleanly and landing on the far side of her.

She lurched to a stop and looked back for her attacker. Seeing Olaf coming near she looked at him contemptuously, and readied herself for his attack. He felt vulnerable with one axe, and knew he couldn’t channel the might of Ragnarok again, injured as he was. He began to duel with Katarina, but he soon realized that she would be too fast for him. He kept up, blocking as best he could, before shouting out to Ashe, “Get away! Go, save Tryndamere!”

That momentary distraction was all the time Katarina needed. She plunged a knife deeply into Olaf’s chest, right through his heart. He gasped with pain, and sunk to his knees. With the last of his energy, he swung his remaining axe as hard as he could, hitting Katarina’s waist. She cried out in fury and pain, before picking up two of her knives. She walked over to the injured berserker, and without hesitation, brought her knives sweeping across his neck.

The last thing he felt was pride at having done his duty admirably, and then all at once, felt no more.

Short, sweet, and back on target. I think I’ve hit my stride again (If I do say so myself 🙂 ), and I’ve really enjoyed the last two days. This one has been planned for some time, but originally it was going to be much later in the story. Despite that, I felt like now was a good time for this, and more answers will be coming soon!

Hope you’re enjoying these as much as I’m enjoying writing them, and have a good one summoners!

-Tale Master

Olaf: The War for Freljord – 8

14 Jul

The pair had been traveling for two days towards the ancestral homes of the Winter’s Claw. The self-named capital of Freljord was the western-most city in the state. The yeti lands were approximately fifty miles east of there, and the minotaur lands were a further fifty miles east of the yeti. The Winter’s Claw were formerly located around 30 miles northwest of the yeti encampment, and that was where their search would start.

They arrived at the abandoned city at nightfall. Olaf was wary of an ambush, and was keeping his eyes open. Ashe was focused on inspecting the various ruins and Olaf was glad he came. She couldn’t split her focus like this and survive out here. They went to various buildings without any luck. Ashe couldn’t find any hint of where they may have gone, and Olaf could tell she was getting frustrated. He kept his mouth shut, instead focusing on the feeling that something was watching them. It was strange, it didn’t feel hostile, just eerie.

Finally, they found the remains of Sejuani’s home. It looked as though it had a been a large building, though it was knocked down when they abandoned it. The rubble was covered with snow, but they climbed over then low wall and walked around. After a few seconds, Ashe said, “Olaf, come here and take a look at this.” He walked over, unsure of what to expect, and was surprised to see a map sitting on a table. It was a clear and precise topographical map of the area and showed a large red X on the mountainside that was visible from the ruins.

They both looked over at the mountain and saw a cave there. They looked at each other and burst out laughing. “There’s no way they’re that stupid,” Olaf said after they had finished, “This has got to be a trap.” Ashe sat down, clutching her side from the laughter and said, “I would be inclined to agree, but you know what sounds fun?” Olaf had a bad feeling about where this was going, but said, “What sounds fun, m’lady?” Ashe got a devious grin on her face and said, “Let’s spring the trap. At the worst, we will let some poor people avoid it, and at best, they are holding Tryndamere there, thinking they’ll get the drop on us.”

Olaf thought privately that the Winter’s Claw probably did have the drop on them, but didn’t say that out loud. “M’lady, please. Let me go, you stay down here and camp for the night. I’ll go see what it is up there.” Ashe looked at him reproachfully and said, “Olaf, although I am now your queen, you came on this journey with me as a friend. Please don’t treat me like royalty, and speak candidly with me.” Olaf hesitated before saying, “I think it’s just a trap. It’s something to throw us off, and nothing good can come of it.” Ashe’s face grew thoughtful. “I suppose you’re right, however, there don’t seem to be any clues here. Maybe they’ll be less careful about hiding things if it’s in a place where we’re supposed to die anyways.”

Olaf considered it for a long while before saying, “I don’t like it, but you’re right. Let’s go check it out.” The two began to journey towards the mountain when a howl came shrieking through the night. The two looked at each other for a moment before breaking into a sprint, trying to get to the high grounds. That sound was the spine-tingling howl of the giant wolves. Weak, summoned versions of these creatures were well known to champions of the League of Legends. Summoner’s had captured one and created weaker versions so their bonds with their champions would grow on the fields of justice. Unfortunately, Olaf knew that these were no weak animals, and a whole pack of them may be too much for the two Freljordians.

As they sprinted up the hill, Olaf glanced back and saw a group of at least twenty chasing them down. He spurred himself on to go even faster, but looking left and right, he saw another two groups of ten closing in on each side. He yelled at Ashe and the two stopped running, allowing themselves to be encircled. They needed a strategy quickly and Olaf unsheathed his two battle axes. Ashe had already drawn her bow and had seven arrows slung and ready to let fly.

The wolves gathered around the two and began to prowl, growling. There was a tense moment where neither side dared make a move. Olaf tightened his grip on his axes, waiting for Ashe to fire. They sat there for what seemed an eternity and then suddenly Ashe let fly. Not even waiting to see if her arrow hit, Olaf charged into the lines of wolves in front of him, hacking and slashing both ways. He was receiving several bites, but ignored the pain, allowing them to fill him with an adrenaline surge which only made him faster.

The bodies of the wolves began to pile up around him, and he saw arrows in many of their corpses, glad Ashe was watching his back. Finally, there were only two wolves left, but as he looked over, Ashe was out of arrows. They split up and both began to charge for her, but Olaf was too quick. He threw his axe into the stomach of one wolf, stopping it in its tracks before turning to face the last one. The beast had already jumped and was at the top of its arc down to Ashe when Olaf swung upward with all his might and cleaved the monster through the middle.

Olaf slumped down, having killed the threat and looked at himself. He was drenched in blood, much of it his own, but knew he would be ok. He was used to taking many hits like this, wearing as little armor as he did. Ashe looked over at him and exclaimed, “You’re hurt! Let me help.” She rushed over and attempted to administer treatment, but Olaf waved her off saying, “Just let me rest for the night and I’ll be fine. We’ll spring the trap in the morning.” Ashe agreed and the two found an overhanging cliff to sleep under.

Just as they were smoothing out areas to sleep on, Olaf felt the ground give a low rumble. He groaned, knowing he was not in shape to fight more tonight. He stood up, grabbed his axes and prayed that it wouldn’t come to more violence, but prepared to die to protect Ashe. She had her bow in hand and the two looked around, unable to tell where the noise was coming from. After thirty seconds of vigilance, a loud, roaring voice came out from the side of the mountain.

“Defilers of peace, show yourselves!” Olaf, looked at Ashe and hung his head. He feared it would be battle, and one he could not walk away from.

Hey there summoners. I know this post is a little late, but it’s still made today (my time anyways xD). I liked this one because it’s had the first real action in a while, and I felt like things needed to get spiced up. There are several action-packed ones coming up, but no reason we can’t throw Random Monster Encounters in there lol.

Feel free to help me edit if you see anything. I haven’t had as much time in the last week or two, so any errors you and would like fixed, let me know!

-Tale Master