iceborn?

Brokvar Ironfist went straight for the killing blow on sylas, winter's-wail hissed through the air and the icy fog in its wake. To his surprise sylas dodges and brokvar makes notes of his quickness despite the weight around his arms and on his shoulder.

Dodging back from the lethal strike and sylas whipped his chain around in a whirling motion before swing them at brokvar face, barely missing the iceborn warrior snarls in fury. 'Fast for a big man' sylas thought as a backhand came flying in to the side of his head. Vrynna winced as the smaller man was sent flying like a doll.

The outsider struggled to pick himself off the ground as the iceborn stalked towards him, finally regaining his footing. In truth, Vrynna was impressed that he was able to get up at all. Still, the fight was over and he was merely prolonging it.

Closing in to split sylas in half brokvar raises his weapon and sylas notices the true ice in the hilt of the weapon, it was primal, dangerous and enfettered. Sylas could feel the power on it as the swing came closer, the women's power revived him, driving the cold from his skin and the blackness from his fingers, but this power was far older and if he could get it….

With a Roar sylas side steps the attack and lashes out at brokvar face each chain hitting the side of face, the heavy links whipped around, and with a wrench off came the iceborn's helmet.

Brokvar shook his long loose hair, spat blood into the snow and continued to advance. The chains came around him again, but this time he was ready. He avoided the first of the strikes before lifting his one arm, and letting the chain whip around his massive forearm. Then pulling on it and yanking sylas towards him, straight into an elbow.

The blow crumpled the man, and he fell at brokvar feet. Towering over him, winter's-wail raised ready to split him in two.

"don't kill him!" turning back to see who shouted brokvar pauses at the sight of sister of frost, thorva coming over unsteadily.

Vrynna whipped head towards her and scowled, Thorva was deathly pale and her lips blue, but she stomped forwards leaning heavily on her staff. "What madness is this" she snarled towards thorva.

"Not madness but the will of the gods," taking advantage of the confusion sylas rises and lashed a chain around the man's blade, with a sharp tug he pulls it from his grip and the blade lands in the snow. Grinning he goes to pick it up. but the true ice was much and sylas drops to his knees and clutches his arms as they begin to freeze, the killing power of the ice was steadily working up from his hands to his heart.

"The gods want to watch a man suffer to death? But then again the gods are nothing if not fickle and cruel; brokvar put him out of his misery!" shifting his gaze towards the shamanka for approval, anger surges within Vrynna "if the gods want to save him, then they can intervene" she snapped.

Sylas was dying, but even in death but his will was strong, in desperation he reaches towards barbarian who kicks him likes a dog, looking up at him he sees the same piteous he saw from the nobility in the demacia and it angers him. With the last of his power he stands up and grips the man neck, 'if I can't touch it directly I will use you as a conduit!!'

Drawing in the ancient, raw power the brokvar staggered back, unsure of what just happened; smiling sylas eyes began to glow with pale light. Turning his attention to his frozen arm he made It reverse with newfound power.

{Clap, clap, clap} turning their heads they see the giant Ryncor clapping his head before he speaks "enough with the theater; now tell me which tribe owns this land." Look at the giant they are surprised to see he can speak their tongue.

Turning her head towards Thorva she asked "are the iceborn? "

"No, they are something else" thorva responded with eyes blazing with faith. Vrynna had seen enough with one smooth motion; she throws her spear putting all her weight into it. Rising up a hand sylas summoned a wall of towering ice to protect him from the blow. Vrynna gaped at the magical ice barrier, even as it collapsed a moment later.

Sylas stood their revealed and laughing at the new found power. Now rimming with frost and radiating pale blue light. He looked back to vrynna as frozen fog emanated from his eyes, and began to gather the primal magic once more. As he was forming an attack, Ryncor steps forward and tell him "stop this before I force you too."

Looking straight into his eyes sylas knows he is serious and proceeds to stop the attack. Thorva comes forward calling them out in southerner tongue. Vrynna tries to listen but the words make no sense to her 'outsider tongue… another reason not to trust her.'

"What did the outsider (sylas) say?" she snapped, finally losing her patience. He says "he would like to in list our help in fighting a common enemy to the south. The Demacians across the mountains"; looking down from her boar she says "why should I trust traitors that want us to raid their own country?"

Thorva began, to carefully think of a lie "he says the three feljordian sisters came to him in dream". Yell at the top of his lungs brokvar says "the three he speaks of Avorsa, Serylda and Lissandra!"

Vrynna suspected it to be a lie but turning towards her warriors she sees them holding their totems and murmuring in awe, seeing all of them she realized it didn't matter. Thorva and Vrynna knew her iceborn champion would latch onto those words and so would the other warriors and as such they would never allow her to kill them now. 'It was the gods will for this one to live' thorva thought and she was certain of it.

"They must prove themselves in battle, before we consider trusting them."

"A wise move scaremother, what do you suggest?" nodded thorva

"They will come with us on our raids and if they do fight well we will take them to meet warmother Sejuani before hearing more of what they propose. But they will be your responsibility to keep under control, and if he turns on us it will be your head." Nodding her head thorva turns back to the outsider when Ryncor says in their tongue.

"First you are mistake, I am not raiding unless you pay me, for I'm not Demacian and do not care for their political struggles; second I don't care for you standing so don't expect the same fervor you get from your men." Hearing what he said brokvar comes forward and swings his sword.

Look at the sword come towards his neck, Ryncor raises his hand and grips it before ripping it from brokvar and saying "if any of you attack me again I will level your party without a second thought" looking down at the sword he scoffs at the true ice before tossing the sword and saying "take your toy such little true ice holds no value to me."

Stand there in shock as they realize the man was unfazed by the true ice they all thought one thing 'who is this man, and how strong is he?'

Vrynna paused before asking "then why did you come up north and what do you want?" walking forward he says "I came to see your land and get my hands on anything, now where would I get a lot of true Ice." Thinking it over she says "if you go deep north to the lands beyond freljord legend has it you can find more; now may I get your name iceborn?"

'Great I hold a shard of ice and they think I'm ice born…. That title could be useful though'; "my name is Ryncor stardust and this is Shyvana" waking up shyvana looks at the people and asks "what I'd miss?"

The men turn their heads to look at the girl who just woke up, "she's really different and looks too fragile to be an iceborn" , Ryncor turns his head down and fills in shyvana about everything; then says "oh ya they think your weak and fragile."

"Why is such a handsome man carrying a weak thing like that, look at me I'm much stronger" said some of the war maidens. "You know he can understand you right?" said a man beside her; staring him down she says "I don't care"

As this is going on shyvana is noticing the looks she is getting, and asks "are they still doing it" before she even gets her reply though. She fires a big blast of ice at the girl and guy talking. The two move out the way and the raid party stops seeing how easy she fired the blast {YAHH!} the group cheers "what power, I would love to carry a woman that strong into battle!" "She maybe strong but she might be crippled, what use is that power if you can't hunt and raid!"

Face palming Ryncor says to the two men "she not crippled, she just being lazy" look at him shyvana asked "what did he say?" and he tells her everything. She blows a small ball of ice at his face then says "I'm just comfortable that all."