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Volibear: The War for Freljord – 17

24 Jul

Volibear stood in front of the canyon with his ursine army. They had delayed their journey from the ancestral Winter’s Claw territory to give Ashe time to get the barbarian army. The yetis had left shortly before for they had a longer task. Nunu was to lead the yetis around, on top of the canyon sides and ambush the Noxian army from behind when they came to meet the ursine attack. It had been Ashe’s idea, and Volibear thought it had a high chance of success.

All Volibear could do now, was wait. He was confident that Nunu would manage to lead his team into position at the correct time. His army was paused in plain sight. He wanted the Noxians to know they were there and prepare to fight them. He knew from his experiences with the dragon that the Noxians liked to use bombs. He was prepared to be trapped in there and have his bloodthirsty ursine pitted against the humans.

The sunset seemed to last an eternity, but finally, the sun dipped behind a mountain and a shadow fell across the land. The time was now. Volibear let out a roar filled with anger and excitement. The ursine behind him bellowed out as one and the resulting sound carried down the canyon. He had decided they would not get the element of surprise, but the element of fear was just as useful.

Volibear began to march into the canyon with his army following closely on his heels. Just as the entire group crossed the threshold, a loud explosion sounded all around. He began to charge forward on all fours, and his people did the same behind him. He had prepared them for this and they took the lesson to heart. The canyon walls behind them crumbled to the ground, but not a single ursine was caught. Volibear was proud, and looked back. A wall of debris had formed, and now they were trapped in the canyon.

‘Just as I hoped,’ Volibear thought to himself. He looked ahead and there was another explosion on both sides of the canyon. The walls in front of them crashed down and formed another barrier to the front. Volibear was concerned, for now they were trapped. He had underestimated Noxus. He had become too confident from his victories and made a potentially fatal error. He looked above and saw a contingent of archers appear on each side of the canyon.

“Ursine, it has been my honor to fight alongside you.” Volibear knew he had led his men into a trap and felt like a failure. Suddenly he heard a cry from above and saw the archers falling into the canyon. Mere seconds passed before the entire contingent lay dead on the canyon floor and Volibear looked up. He saw yetis, bellowing war cries into the howling wind. Volibear saluted to the yetis above and then turned to his warriors.

“I almost made a costly error there. It cannot happen again. Unfortunately, the only thing we can do is march on. I must let you know, my fellow ursine, that it is likely we face death here today. We will do whatever it takes to attain peace in Freljord!” He roared again, invigorating his men. “March on ursine! March on!” The army began to climb over the debris in front of them and headed towards the capital.

When they reached the top, Volibear saw in the distance an enormous group arrayed in front of the castle. The army boasted at least twenty thousand troops and Volibear despaired. His thousand ursine and the two thousand yetis would not be able to hold out long. He wondered how soon Ashe and the barbarians would get here, but knew it was no use planning for something he couldn’t control. He and his men formed up in front of the army and marched forward.

They stopped when they were just out of archer’s range and Volibear walked out between the two. The woman general from the last battle, whom Ashe had called Katarina, and a man dressed in black armor walked out to meet him. They stopped ten paces away from each other and Volibear called out, “Why do you threaten peace here in Freljord?” The man in black took off his helmet and stared Volibear in the eyes. Volibear was begrudgingly impressed by the man’s bravery. Not many humans could stare down an angry ursine. “It is you who threaten our peace, ursine. We will not suffer invaders on our lands. There will be no negotiations, prepare yourself for battle.”

Volibear was outraged, but the two leaders had already turned their backs and headed towards their lines. He turned and walked back to his own, seething with anger. They had tricked the citizens of Freljord into thinking that the ursine were invading, and now they had to fight the very people he wished to protect. Upon reaching his army, he began pacing back and forth in front of them. “Ursine, you have all heard what I have to say more than enough times. The only thing I can add right now is that if you are destined to die today…” He let the pause hang in the air, letting his men soak in the gravity of the situation, “Make sure you leave your mark on this world before you do.”

The ursine army let out a resounding roar that reverberated throughout the canyon and hopefully frightened the enemy. Volibear turned to face the enemy and yelled as loudly as he could, “For Freljord!” He got down on all fours and began to charge forward. His ursine got down as well and followed closely on his tail. He saw the humans in front of him hold up shields and spears, as if those could stop his charge.

As he reached their lines, he smashed as hard as he could into the shield and its wielder fell backwards. Around him the same thing happened everywhere and the front line disintegrated. From then on, the ursine were in the middle of the human army, causing as much chaos as possible. They swung their powerful arms in every direction, smashing anyone that got in their way. Volibear was a seething mass of anger, ignoring the pained cries coming from all sides and focused on the enemy. Any time he saw exposed flesh he bore his sharp teeth and ripped it apart.

The ground quickly became more red than white and Volibear looked like a feral beast in his element. He had blood stains all down his body, a mixture of his own and his enemies. Finally, he was given a moment to think. In his immediate area all the enemies were dead, so he closed his eyes and focused on the battle gauntlets he wore. He let the storm rush through him and fill his body with power. When he opened his eyes, his paws had electric sparks flying off of them. He gave out another roar and the ten nearest humans turned and ran.

He chased them down angrily and smashed the first one with his front paw. Lightning arced off and struck five others, bringing them all down writhing. He quickly finished them off with bites to the neck and took stock of the situation. It looked as though half of the ursine were left. They had taken down a sizeable number of the Freljordians, but he could not see the generals anywhere. At that moment he heard battle cries from above. Everyone on both sides of the battle stopped momentarily and looked up to see what was happening. The yetis had come and were cascading down both sides of the canyon with giant leaps onto ledges.

He saw Nunu riding Jessup in the front on the left hand side and was delighted. They just might have a chance. The yetis joined the fray and began attacking the flanks wildly. Volibear concentrated in front of him and finally saw the general in black. There were fifteen soldiers between them, but rather than fight, Volibear just plowed through and they flew away like rag dolls. Just as he was about to reach the general, he took a spear directly into his gut. He roared with pain and looked down. He brought his paw across the soldier’s face and knocked his head directly off. The lightning sparked from the loose head and hit another soldier, causing him to have an epileptic fit.

Volibear broke off most of the shaft, and quickly tore the rest of the spear out. There was a searing pain in his stomach, but he had shrugged off worse before. He spotted the general again and charged at him. The general turned just in time, and right as Volibear was swinging his paw at him, it seemed as though the man disappeared. Volibear felt a blade slip into his back but roared mightily in retaliation. The shockwave sent the man flying back and he bounced twice.

The man acrobatically leaped to his feet, facing Volibear again. The two slowly began to circle, both aware of their surroundings, refusing to let the other gain the upper hand. After a moments deliberation, Volibear charged again, determined to forced the general’s hand. Just as he pulled back to swing at the general, he appeared to disappear again, but Volibear was ready for him. He let his swing carry all the way around and this time, made contact

It was like punching a metal wall, but the general was thrown back again. This time he hit the ground hard and was not as quick to get up. Volibear smiled inside, glad he had this chance to eliminate such a powerful opponent when he heard a loud cry from above. He gazed above and was amazed to see a beautiful blue bird carrying a minotaur. He turned back to the general and bared his teeth. Suddenly, the tables were turned, and the Freljordians had a chance.

July 23rd. A day a that will live in League Tales infamy. I finished this one at 11:36 pm Pacific Standard Time, and quickly sent it to my editor. I did not receive it back until 12:12 am July 24th. This makes July 23rd the only day nothing appeared on the site. I’m ashamed and broken. Gasp.

xD This one marks the beginning of the end, and I hope you guys enjoy it. I like writing Volibear, and I’m hoping you’ll enjoy the next few! Have a good one summoners.

-Tale Master


Volibear: The War for Freljord – 9

15 Jul

Volibear had an army of one thousand ursine accompanying him on his journey to the capital. He was in front of the same group that had gone to battle him several days ago, and he trusted them completely. Normally he would never bother bringing such a large delegation with him on such an excursion. It could even be seen as a hostile move by the Freljordians. However, despite the risks, his visions of catastrophe and the attack they had warded off had persuaded him that he’d rather be ready for battle at any point.

There were two days travel left, and night was falling. He called for a halt and the ursine began to prepare for sleep when Volibear heard a howl. He quietly spread the word that his people would feast tonight, on the flesh of wolves. An excited murmur began spreading through the camp and as one, the group began marching toward the mountainside. As he got closer, Volibear heard grunts that sounded like humans, and cries of dying wolves. He knew that they were close to Winter’s Claw territory and decided that they could take care of this problem now. He prepared himself and yelled in his loudest voice, “Defiler’s of peace, show yourselves!”

His voiced roared across the mountainside, echoing down the valley. Then lumbering on all fours, he began sprinting forward, looking to catch the murderers off guard. He rounded a jagged edge of the mountain and saw a woman and an injured man standing there, weapons drawn. He quickly came to a stop and said, “Winter’s Claw, you have attacked our homes. Because of this, you must die.” He began to charge reckless at the two when the woman yelled, “Wait! We are not Winter’s Claw. I am Queen Ashe of Freljord, and this is Olaf of Lokfar.”

Volibear halted and growled quietly, before saying, “Why should I believe you human?” The woman who called herself Ashe looked uneasy and he knew she was choosing her words carefully. “Perhaps you’ve heard tell of the Frost Archer? That was my title before I was crowned queen of these lands.” Volibear regarded the woman and decided to question her further. “Alright, what are you doing out here in Winter’s Claw territory?” The self-styled Frost Archer hesitated and then said, “We’re looking for clues about where they went. They kidnapped my husband and I’m on a mission to get him back. We came here specifically to find some trace of them.”

Volibear had kept his sense attuned to the woman and had not been listening to her words, but reading her body language. He was satisfied she was telling the truth and said, “I believe you, and would like to extend my apologies to you, Queen Ashe. I am Volibear, chieftain of the ursine. We were attacked several days ago by a band of the Winter’s Claw and we were on our way to your capital to discuss a friendship. Perhaps we can cement our bond by helping you track down the Winter’s Claw.”

Ashe smiled and said, “The ursine eh? We’ve been meaning to send an envoy out for quite some time, but had no diplomatic ties. I’m pleased to meet you Volibear and I would be delighted to have your help. Currently we are on our way to a cave higher up this mountain to investigate. We are fairly sure it’s a trap, but we could find no sign of where they went. We were hoping that if we sprung the trap, it might give us an idea of where they went.”

Volibear looked over at the male and said, “Your companion here doesn’t seem to be in great shape. We should wait until morning before continuing on.” Ashe agreed and went to collect her arrows from the midst of a many fallen wolves. The ursine chieftain was impressed that the two humans had managed to survive this attack alone. The two Freljordians slept in the midst of a large ursine army that night. Nothing threatened them, and in the morning Volibear went to wake his new friends. He was surprised to see the man she had called Olaf already largely healed. He hadn’t looked in good shape the night before and said so.

Olaf chuckled and said, “It’s one of the defining characteristics of my tribe. We’re actually not from Valoran, and it is why I don’t wear much armor. I can take a great deal of damage and still be fine after a good night’s sleep. The less restricted I am by clothing the more I can take down with me, so it seems a good trade for my people.” Volibear laughed and said, “You are truly warriors then. Now, let us go spring that trap.”

They went up the mountainside with Ashe, Olaf, and Volibear in the lead. The ursine army was following closely behind, ready for battle. As they reached the cave, they looked inside and saw that it went very deep into the mountain. It sat on top of a plateau that only let the Freljordians and ten ursine on at a time. They began to walk inside the cave warily, but there appeared to be no trap upon entering. As Olaf was walking in the lead, Ashe suddenly yelled out, “Stop!” but it was too late. Olaf snapped a wire and a large explosion shook the mountain. The ceiling began to crumble down and the group sprinted forward as fast as they could. They could tell a cave-in was coming and they were running blindly, deeper into the cave.

The three escaped, but they couldn’t tell what was happening. Ashe used magic Volibear had never seen to light up the area with an enchanted arrow and Olaf gasped. Sitting there, looked perturbed to have been woken up, was a large dragon. The cavern they ended up in was at least fifty feet tall and several hundred yards wide. Volibear knew they were in trouble, but instead got ready to attack. Just as he was about to charge, hopefully giving the dragon something to shoot at, Olaf began sprinting at it, yelling “Faster to battle!”

Volibear roared with all his might and sprinted towards the dragon on all fours. He saw Olaf jump onto the dragons side and start climbing up, using his axes to haul himself up. The dragon was screeching with fury and turned its head to bite at the berserker. Volibear distracted it further by biting hard into the beast’s leg, taking a chunk out with it. The dragon, now enraged spit fire at the ursine chieftain, singeing his fur slightly. He saw arrows appearing in the face of the dragon, with one finally hitting its intended mark. A giant, clearly enchanted arrow struck the dragon in the eye and in howled with fury, stamping around. With its one good eye looking around, it found Volibear and let loose with fiery breath again.

He dodged and circled around, taunting the dragon as much as he could when he noticed Olaf sprinting up its back. Volibear roared again, trying to keep the beasts attention on him and charged at the monster. He was struck hard by a large swing from the monster’s hand and landed hard against the wall of the cave, hitting his head on the ground. His vision began to swim, and he barely managed to lift his head to see what was happening. He watched as the berserker made it up to the neck and brought his axes down with a thunderclap, beheading the beast.

Impressed again with the display of strength, Volibear allowed himself to be taken away by the sweet embrace of unconsciousness.

Hey guys, another late post, and I think this may end up being the time that they come out from now on. I’m not going to promise that by any means, (I don’t really have a writing schedule, just a time of day where I sit down and do it!) but I do like to keep some sort of regularity :). I’ve gotta say, Volibear is entertaining to write, and I don’t know why. I think I just like that he’s a giant bear.

Also, I’ve been wondering how you guys got referred to League Tales. It’s mainly just for me so I can know what promotional things I did that worked, and which ones were fairly pointless. Just let me know in a message, in the comments or anywhere! Have a good one summoners.

-Tale Master

Volibear: The War for Freljord – 4

10 Jul

He stood on his haunches and sniffed the air. Something was coming, and it was not friendly. Volibear stood in the middle of his village. There were ursine tucked away in snow caves everywhere and cubs wrestling around in the snow. It was just past noon, and Volibear had been basking in the sun’s warm glow. He thought briefly of his brother, who had ruled until his unfortunate hunt. After dying, the honor and responsibility of being the ursine chieftain had passed to Volibear. He looked down at his massive paws and saw the gauntlets sitting there, bold against his fur.

It had only been a month since he had ascended to the peak of the ursine sacred mountain, and he remembered his vision well. He had seen a grand war in Freljord, with many of his kin and friends lying slain on the battlefield. The vision had shaken him and he knew that he must make contact with the newly crowned Queen Ashe. He had been preparing it earlier today, but now that he smelled the danger in the air, he thought he might call it back until the threat presented itself.

The Thunder’s Roar broke away from his musings and decided to take action. He headed down the rows of snow caves and found the chieftain’s personal dwelling at the end of the settlement. He entered briskly and immediately called for his advisors. They came in and he said, “We must stop the delegation headed to the Freljord capital. Something is coming our way and I want to be prepared.” His two advisors looked at each other and said, “Your highness, is that wise? Your vision cannot be spared unless Freljord is united!

Volibear stared them down and said, “Do as I ask. This is not up for discussion. Bring in my top generals.” The two advisors stammered apologies and backed out of the room quickly, looking to fulfill their tasks. Volibear was pleased that he could command with an iron fist when needed. He only had to wait moments before his two generals came in. He appraised them both as they stood upright and waited a beat before saying, “Has there been any word of something unusual approaching?” The pair looked surprised and one said, “Actually, that is why we were here so quickly. We were just now coming to inform you that a small army is marching this way. At their head appears to be a woman riding a boar.”

Volibear closed his eyes, soaking the information in. So Sejuani had decided to make the first move after all. Keeping his eyes closed, he asked, “What is our best course of action in your opinions?” The first advisor said, “I believe we should face this head on. It will instill fear should they ever try to return, and may give us the upper hand.” Volibear nodded before saying, “It is always wise to think of what could turn the war in the future. And you general?”

The other general paused before saying, “I think we will take too many losses in this manner. The enemy may be beneath us, but there is a plan that could guarantee almost total slaughter.” He took a breath, saw Volibear was not moving or giving anything away and continued. “I believe that we could have a detachment bury themselves in the snow on each side of their path, as well as a small one to confront them. I don’t believe they know how many we number, and we can use this to our advantage and corner them, wiping them out to the last man.”

Volibear smiled and said, “I agree with this course of action. Let us make it happen. I want one of each of you with the squadrons who bury themselves. I will take the front of the main army. It will ensure that they keep their eyes ahead. Now go.” He dismissed them quickly and the Thunder’s Roar prepared himself for battle. He donned his helm and his heavily armored breastplate and stepped outside. Already prepared for him, a battalion of one hundred of his finest ursine warriors lined the street, standing at attention. Volibear walked down the street halfway, examining his warriors, pleased with their discipline.

As he stopped, he began to speak to the soldiers. “Today will be your first day in battle with me. I understand that as a new leader I need to earn your respect, but I also demand that you earn mine! No ursine will fall today without knowing that they put everything on the line for themselves and their country.” He paused, looking around. “I see several brave soldiers here; strong ursine that have hunted for their people. Today, we have a different goal. We seek the total annihilation of this force that comes today. We cannot let a single soul pass, for we will show them what it means to try to invade our land. Today we fight for our homes. Today we fight for each other. Most of all, today… we fight for our pride! Let us go forward, and bring honor to our families!”

Volibear let out a gigantic roar and the soldiers on either side of him followed suit. The sound echoed for miles around and he knew that he had done his job. Already, the army that attacked would be frightened whether they knew it or not. The humans were always afraid of the ursine, and they would capitalize on that weakness. He marched out in front towards the plains where the battle would take place, and his warriors followed suit behind him.

They reached a mile out of town when Volibear stopped. His ursine formed ranks behind him and stood patiently waiting. In the distance the army was now visible, coming towards them. Volibear smiled and saw a woman riding a battle boar at their head. She wore a breastplate featuring a large blue claw. When the two armies were within thirty yards of each other the invaders stopped. The woman in the front yelled, “Stand down bears. We have come to speak to your leader.” Volibear bristled at her tone, as if ‘bear’ were an insult, but kept his cool. “You speak to him now. I am Volibear, leader of the ursine. What do you come here for woman?”

“I come to demand your allegiance, or to end your species existence.” Volibear laughed mirthlessly and stared her down. “Well, it looks like we have a problem then. I demand you leave, or our lovely plains will be stained red with your blood come nightfall.” The woman looked outraged and said, “So be it, animal.” She gave a signal and her army charged before her, yelling with fervor. Volibear gave out another thundering roar and his army charged as well.

As the front lines clashed, the humans looked shell shocked. The ursine were bodily throwing the invading over their heads into the midst of their comrades who noisily tore them open with sharp teeth and claws. Upon hearing the battle start, two squadrons of buried bears rose up from beneath the snow, trapping the human army in a triangular prison. They closed in, and with a bestial fervor slaughtered the human. Volibear winced every time he saw an ursine fall, but knew he couldn’t bother with that until after. He activated his thundering gauntlets and charged in headfirst, smashing humans left and right, letting the lightning arc off of his enchanted artifacts.

Within a matter of minutes, there was only a small group left standing in the center of a massive ursine army. The Thunder’s Roar calmly walked up to the survivors and asked, “Why did you come here Sejuani?” The woman laughed, a harsh, grating crackle and said, “You really think Sejuani could be bothered to come here herself. You’re hardly worth our time, bear.” Volibear narrowed his eyes into slits. Then, he appeared to gain his composure and said softly, “So it shall be.” With that he lunged forward and tore the throat out of the impudent woman. His army quickly dove in and finished the rest of the invading force.

Volibear told his two generals to have the men collect the dead. He left the battlefield and proceeded back to his home to think over today’s events. As he arrived, he came to the conclusion that the war had indeed come to Freljord, just as he had feared. After a long period of deliberation, he decided the best course of action would be to go to the capital and seek an audience with Queen Ashe. He would offer the ursines’ services to the Freljordian army, and together they could fight the Winter’s Claw. He would find his advisors in the morning and let them know his decision.

As he curled up to fall asleep, Volibear’s final thoughts were, ‘I wanted to avoid this war, but since it is here, they will soon find out that the ursine do not know fear.’ With that, he drifted off, resting up before his long trek.

This is turning into far more of an ensemble cast from the Crimson Elite series, and because of that it may end up going longer than that one did. I really love Volibear and I’m a little bit glad he’s getting involved :). I suppose you were expecting some unbeeeearable pun? Have a good one summoners.

-Tale Master