Rakelstake

((Can someone give me the link to the void preparation, i know so little about it that it is getting harder for me to write. I feel as if I know so little, I had no idea they were going to attack until my IRL friend Shaco told me how much of a sh*t job I was doing helping. On that note, enjoy))

Nunu walked the back roads, skirting it with Willump, every so often catching the eye of a child or someone walking, away from the boisterous war party, not joining in on the fun, the city seemed tired, dull even, taxed to the bone, not in money, but in work itself. It appears as if the city emanated what Nunu felt inside, that boyish love for war, and for fighting. But Nunu was smarter then that. If the Fields of Justice taught him one thing, it was that war was never a reason to celebrate.

The parade continued, the somehow happy occasion as soldiers caught signs of love from women, and mothers cries yelled for thier son to come back home safe. He could see through the alleys, the kids, playing with thier toy weapons, marching alongside the soldiers. He saw a girl throw her arms around a guy, and the guy stepped out of line for one second, to hug her back. Nunu saw other things happen that should have made him cry, but the tears froze in his eyes.

If they survived, this parade would be described as one of the largest parties leaving Rakelstake with large scale battle in mind. The Deserters Skirmish had more, but 37% of them fled, leaving them to less then the current force. That 37% was before the battle even started. Nunu paused for a moment and took a look around. He saw a small weapon shop and motioned for Nunu to come with him.

It was a small shop, Wyatt's Weapons it was called. He saw something that caught his eye, a pair of daggers, red hilts on each, the blades each held a red tint. "I will need something to protect myself" Nunu said to Willump. Nunu took it up to the man in front, presumably Wyatt.

Wyatt took the blades lazily, and said "Ey' Kiddo, yo paren's kno' you buyin' dis here dagga'"

Nunu replied, lying of course, "Of course, sir"

"The mans eyes narrowed, "Now kiddo, dis here is a rea' dagga', not your wooden sword."

Nunu took off his hood, "Of course I know, now here is your money."

Wyatt looked at him, his breath taken aback, "Mr. Nunu, sir, um, would you um, like a, a, drink, or a somethin'."

"No thanks Wyatt" Nunu said dropping a large bag of gold on the table. Wyatt's eyes bulged with the amount on the table. "Keep it, you tried to warn me about the dangers and stuff, don't let kids buy this stuff." Nunu walked out of the store into the alley.

They walked the outskirts of the parade still, the very noise of the marching feet was getting on Nunu's nerves. Nunu gained hope with every marching step, with every "HURRAH" The soldiers gave Nunu felt a surge of pride grow in his stomach. Then Nunu had a wonderful idea, he ran to the gate and yelled at his yeti's. He had ran so fast it surprised him. The parade was passing through the old snow battleground. He grabbed the Yetis and got them into two columns of fifty each. He hid them in the alleys where the soldiers were to walk by, fifty on each side. When the soldiers walked by, the Yetis marched next to them, and for the first time in Nunu's life, he felt joined with the rest of Freljord, he knew that the void posed a dangerous threat, but the threat would be extinguished by the combined forces of Freljord. He remembered a poem that the elders were fond of saying:

When the nights grow old
and the darkness grows
Freljord shall unite
When the fight seems rough
and the chances of victory wane
Freljord shall unite
When the children scream
And survival is grim
Freljord shall unite


Nunu started up the singing of an old war song, used since the beginning of recorded events, by the Yeti tribe. The solemn song, joined with the marching of troops, made for an impressive sight. The bass of the Yeti's humming mixed with the high's and lows of the Freljordian Army, made the army sound like a choir, a dangerous weapon wielding, war loving, choir.

If the void had no fear before, surely they must feel fear with this impressive sight. Nunu then saw the first friendly face he saw in Freljord, Robert stood waving, and when he saw Nunu ran to him. "Hey Nunu." He said.

"Hey" Nunu said back, "What do you need."

"I told my parents what you said, about taking everyone to a safe spot, they say I need something to defend myself with, or else how am I supposed to protect people. Can you give me a Yeti."

Nunu laughed, "I can not give you a Yeti, but I can give you this." Nunu handed Robert the blade, which earlier had been red, like the fires in the forges, but now glowed blue, like the ice of freljord. Then Nunu realized what the blade was, "I entrust in you, Robert, the esteemed friend of Nunu, I gift you the newly deemed, Blade of Freljord, you may know when someone means Freljord harm, and you will be the protecter of the sick the weak and the poor." Nunu nodded, and then looked at his friend. "I need you to protect the people of Freljord, whether you like it or not, you may be the only hope for Freljord if all else fails." Nunu smiled. "Now go tell your parents, but don't tell Queen Ashe on me ok..."

((Robert would make a cool OC))