[Prologue] The Wrath of the Winter's Claw
*Freljord, mountainous land covered in snow and ice, home to many vicious ice storms, birthplace of battlethirsty warriors.
Several clans fought endlessly, until three great tribes stood unbeaten, to take each other's life for the quest of conquest. *
In order to maintain war, warriors are essential, and so the tribes began their endlessly conflict to expand, even to those who have no interest in a united Freljord. One particular tribe forced outlanders and small villages to fight for the glory of triumph - The Winter's Claw.
It was a stormy day, a massive amount of snow plastered the landscape, and in the middle a nostalgic village. A very lively town despite of the freezing death knocking on the door. Like a perfect factory in harmony, people hunt, cook, craft and train for a greater good for everyone.
On the horizon, a troop of soldiers headed towards the village, too small to be a threat, one by one villager gathered to greet the troop.
As the troop arrived, armors covered in thickened snow, one stepped up, carrying a great letter, signed by the Winter's Claw leader.
"In the name of Sejuani, leader and bringer of hope in the dire times of Freljord, we shall take every men for the greater purpose of uniting Freljord under the banner of the Winter's Claw."
The announcement was loud and clear - the idyllic and peaceful village was forced to be teared apart, from the gathered crowd shouted "No! You won't take my son!", "W-What!? I don't want to die for someone I don't even know!", "I'm out of here. I rather get lost out there in a snowstorm than to fight for a tribe I've never heard of".
When the first people tried to run, the troops scattered away, forcefully kept them in the crowd.
"This is a direct order of the leader of Winter's Claw. Obey or you will face the consequences"
*The crowd in panick, tried to get its way somehow out, but there was no chance to escape. *
"What do you think you do?" the voice came from a person completely hidden behind a cloak and hood "Every human being has the right to chose for what he fights for - not Sejuani nor you are allowed to take any of these people with you. In fact, I will make sure that this very village will never fall for your foolish war".
The troop attacked the mysterious man simultaneously, not knowing that in the next moment the person used his cloak to blind the troops, while revealing his identity. "W-Who are YOU!?" one of the soldiers dare question, while the rest continued with their relentless attacks, but the mysterious person once again sent them forth to the ground, somehow knowing their true weakness.
"Call me Allengard. As I am the protector of this village, and not Sejuani nor the Winter's Claw or anyone else will conquer this village." the soldiers ran in fear, not knowing that their life has been spared generously.