Tryndamere awoke in a flash of shock from his black fur bed. Sitting with his hand resting his head, he pushes himself up off the ground where the fur lay, he walks over to a leather jerkin and some leather pants laying over his wooden chest. After putting them on, he straps some thick leather boots to his feet and walks out of his tent, throwing the fur tent cover aside and stepping out to the harsh cold weather.
-"Tryndamere, lad. Come sit by the fire, share a few pints with us!" Gragas called.
Tryndamere steps through the cold snow and takes the horn of ale from Gragas' offering hands.
-"That's the spirit, my king!" Gragas laughed and cheered as he was handed back the horn.
-"Any news about the Noxian movement?" Tryndamere asks in a stern expression.
-"You know I am not the man for that. Ashe is only over in the war tent." Gragas said.
-"Friend, before you speak to the Queen, I would consider her recent events with Noxians, she may not be in the most rational state." Braum says to Tryndamere.
Tryndamere nods and walks over to the tent.
-"Tryndamere..." The female voice hits him.
-"Anivia, what is it?" He asks in desperation.
-"Ashe is ill, she needs to be tended to, the cold has gotten her again."
Tryndamere nods and turns to her.
-"What will I need to do? Is there any remedy?" Tryndamere asks.
-"There is indeed, but it lays where it is dangerous, in an old Watcher tomb." The frozen bird looks into his eyes in fear.
-"Tell me." He says slowly and sternfully.
-"Come." Anivia says, lifting the cover to the tent with her wing.
-"My Queen, your husband is here." She moves aside, allowing Ashe to see Tryndamere.
-"Ashe... Are you okay?" He gently rests his hand against Ashe's forehead.
-"Tryndamere, I am okay. I have great news though. Sejuani departed a day ago to come and arrange peace." She says illfully.
-"Good, when will she arrive?" He says curiously.
-"In an hour, which will allow you to prepare. Clothing, groom yourself. We need to appeal to the woman. She is the only peace we can make, certainly the watchers won't help." She moves to Tryndamere, getting off her seat and puts her hand on his shoulder.
-"I don't count on it." He puts his hand on top of hers.
-"Well go groom up. We will set up the table for her and her guests. This time she promises no weapons will be in the hall." She teases him by taking her hand and slowly brushing his beard.
Tryndamere walks out of the tent into his and Ashe's quarters. He picks up his silver blade, after rubbing some cream into his facial hair. Gently, he runs the blade against his beard, cutting it off. The blade runs against his chin, and bumps his elbow down onto a table in his quarters, leaving a cut in his chin, from his mouth. Finishing off, he grabs a rag and runs it over his jaw and upper lip, cleaning the small amount of blood and cream.
-"Tryndamere!" Yells a man. "Sejuani is here, my king."
Tryndamere stands and washes his hair at a bucket. He then moves over and puts on a clean white shirt, and black leather pants, strapping some black leather boots on as well.
Tryndamere, walks out and into the royal diner, opening the large doors he steps into the room and looks around at the people inside. Firstly, he sees Ashe, next Volibear, then the Viking Olaf, Udyr and then finally, Sejuani. On the other side of the table, he sees Braum, Gragas, Anivia and Nunu. Yeti is in the corner, sitting down. The room littered with guards made Tryndamere uncomfortable. Looking at Volibear, he smiles at Tryndamere. Approaching his seat, he sits. Looking opposite to him, he sees Olaf, a bloodthirsty brute, just like Tryndamere.
-"Good if you to join us... Finally, Tryndamere." Olaf says.
-"Mhm..." Tryndamere says, uninterested.
-"Sejuani." The silence is broken by Ashe. "Tell me, what are your requests for our little truce."
-"I want more resources and for once some help in the areas we live in, the damn Watchers keep attacking, troll hoards. I also want to be able to freely pass through your land, the same will apply to you of course." She looks to Ashe and then Tryndamere.
-"We can do that. What resources are you in need of?" Says Ashe in her croaky sickly voice.
-"We need food and drink, for our people, medicines for sicknesses."
-"You make sense. Well our terms are, you cannot raid anymore camps in the Freljord, and you cannot go into Watcher ruins. We also want to garrison soldiers in your walls."
-"No!" Tryndamere interrupts, as all in the room look at him. Olaf looking angered by his presence. "What I want, is help on a little errand."
-"What is this errand, Tryndmere?" Sejuani asks.
-"We need allies to enter Watcher ruins for a remedy for my dear Ashe."
-"What's wrong?! You can't just do it on your own?! I thought the Barbarian king could do anything!" Yells Olaf. As he throws an axe at Tryndamere, Braum jumps infront of the hurled axe. "Rargh!" Olaf jumps up at Tryndamere in an attempt to overpower him. Sejuani grabs Olaf and pushes him into the ground.
-"Contain yourself!" Yells Sejuani to Olaf. Volibear grabs Olaf and takes him outside. "Apologies Tryndamere" Sejuani walks around the table and pulls him up smiling to him. "Now. Your side. I agree to your terms, Ashe and Tryndamere. But I also want a title from this, I need to keep my authority in check. I will not throw my name in the dirt to have peace, I am also a Queen, of course to different people."
-"Well, I have always wanted a sister, but I am the only child from my mother. Perhaps you will accept the name of Maiden of the Queen?"
-"It works." Sejuani agrees.
-"Then it is settled, soldiers of each tribe in each home." Ashe says.
-"May I pick who comes with me? To the watcher ruins?" Asks Tryndamere.
-"I shall join you, Olaf will stay at our home, I presume you would like Braum to join us? And who ever else." Sejuani says.
-"I want Volibear, Anivia, Braum and you." Tryndamere says.
-"Good. It is settled." Sejuani says.
((Thanks for reading, I am not the best at writing, but I hope it's okay. Expect some more, but I don't know when.))
