Sejuani
Sejuani, the relentless Warmother of the Winter's Claw, leads one of the most dreaded tribes in the Freljord. Her people endure an endless struggle against the biting cold, surviving only through raids on Noxians, Demacians, and even fellow Freljordians like the Avarosans. At the forefront of these brutal assaults rides Sejuani herself, mounted on her fierce drvask boar, Bristle, wielding a True Ice flail that freezes and crushes all who stand in her way.
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The Chronicle
Sejuani was born of a cold political union, a Freljordian alliance that unraveled almost as swiftly as it was forged. Her mother, Kalkia of the Winter's Claw, an Iceborn warrior of fierce renown, abandoned her duty and family to follow a long-lost love. Without a young Warmother to guide them, the tribe descended into disorder and decay.
Left behind, Sejuani was raised by her grandmother, Hejian--a stern and distant figure. Despite Sejuani's tireless efforts to earn her affection, Hejian's standards were unyielding, and as the tribe's struggles deepened, her time and patience for the child grew scarce.
The warmth of affection, the comfort of safety--Sejuani knew these only during fleeting visits to the Avarosans, the Winter's Claw's sister tribe. There, during the brief Freljordian summers, she stayed in the home of Grena, a famed warrior who once defeated Kalkia in battle. Grena quickly became a beacon of strength in Sejuani's eyes, and her daughter Ashe, a rare light in Sejuani's lonely world, became her closest companion.
But when Grena questioned Hejian's treatment of the girl, pride took hold. Offended, Hejian severed all contact with the Avarosans. In the seasons that followed, the Winter's Claw launched a string of assaults against neighboring tribes, desperate to reclaim the honor and lands lost after Kalkia's departure. Yet each campaign only drove them deeper into despair.
Word of the Winter's Claw's decline eventually reached Kalkia. Drawn by the echoes of her tribe's suffering, she returned and reclaimed the title of Warmother. But peace came at a price--the lands they held were barren, game was scarce, and the tribe, weakened and hungry, grew dependent on the Frostguard's protection.
To Sejuani, this dependence was intolerable. Resentment boiled within her, and she vowed to take her mother's place. She swore a sacred oath to lead a daring raid on a Noxian warship, hoping that the glory of success would rally the tribe to her cause and loosen the grip of both Kalkia and the Frost Priests.
Amid the blood and chaos of the raid, Sejuani came upon a young drvask, trapped among the ship's stores of slaughtered beasts. She freed the creature, naming it Bristle after the coarse texture of its hide. What began as a small, rescued beast would grow into a towering mount, fiercely loyal to her through every battle that followed.
With the raid behind her and the tribe's attention firmly upon her, Sejuani moved to challenge her mother. Tradition forbade such a duel between mother and daughter, but she would not yield. The Frost Priests, enraged, stepped in to halt the unthinkable. In the chaos that followed, Kalkia fell--never touched by Sejuani's hand.
With Kalkia gone, Sejuani rose as the new Warmother of the Winter's Claw. She wasted no time, leading ruthless campaigns against neighboring tribes, absorbing them one by one. Her defiance of the Frostguard drew a new following--outcast shamans, spirit walkers, Iceborn, Stormborn, and those who still worshipped the old gods, all found purpose beneath her banner.
Once scorned and scavenging for survival, the Winter's Claw became a storm of iron and ice. In a few short years, they transformed into a feared force, known across the north for their swift raids, savage discipline, and unwavering loyalty to Sejuani.
Now, as new seasons sweep the land, Sejuani drives her warbands south. Tribes, Noxian invaders, even Demacian borderlands--none are spared from her raids. Yet behind the battles lies a deeper vendetta. Ashe, the girl who once called her friend, now leads a growing coalition of tribes. To Sejuani, this alliance is a betrayal--not just of their shared past, but of Grena's memory.
And so she marches, determined to shatter Ashe's vision of unity and prove that it is her hand, not Ashe's, that is destined to rule the Freljord.
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Let us continue with the tale of Sejuani--not only the battles she has fought, but the bonds she has forged, shattered, and endured along the icy paths of the Freljord.
In their youth, Sejuani and Ashe were as close as sisters, their friendship born during summer visits among the Avarosans. But that bond was torn apart when Ashe's mother, Grena, spoke out against Hejian's cold treatment of the girl. Offended, Hejian severed all ties, ending their shared summers and sparking a deep divide. Years later, fate brought them together again--Sejuani found Ashe starving and alone in Ursine lands, her tribe destroyed by the Frostguard. Without hesitation, Sejuani took her in, and the two became battlesisters the very next day. Yet peace between them would not last. During a raid on the Ebrataal Tribe, a strike Sejuani deemed necessary and Ashe could not condone, the rift between them grew into something permanent. Now, Sejuani sees Ashe not just as a rival, but a traitor--to their shared past, to Grena's memory, and to the true spirit of the Freljord. Ashe's talk of peace and cultivation is, to Sejuani, a weak shadow of what Grena once stood for.
Among the fiercest creatures in the north, Bristle is more than Sejuani's mount--he is her constant companion. Freed during a raid on a Noxian warship, the young drvask bore a hide so rough that she named him for it. Over the years, he grew into a towering beast, unmatched in strength and loyalty. Even in the most volatile moments, Sejuani finds a rare calm in brushing his coarse fur.
In her father's absence, it was Udyr who filled the void. A spirit walker of untamed power and strange ways, he became a guiding presence in Sejuani's life. Though many saw him as unpredictable or mad, she recognized the burden he carried. His words held weight, and when she rose to lead the Winter's Claw, it was Udyr she turned to for counsel. Any who speak ill of him do so at their peril.
Sejuani once joined the Ursine in ritual, summoning the storm-god Volibear with Udyr's aid. She saw in the Ursine a reflection of her own tribe--wild, relentless, kin in savagery. Yet beneath that respect lies a buried fear: the Volibear is a force untamed, and his corruption runs deep. Still, desperation drives her. With her people on the brink of hunger, Sejuani has ventured into Ursine lands once more, seeking to claim Ornn's stolen cauldron, hoping its bounty might stave off famine.
To Sejuani, the Frostguard are no ancient protectors--they are a creeping blight, a poison that saps the strength of the Freljord. She sees only deceit in their icy halls, and curses the slow death they bring to the old ways.
Olaf came to the Winter's Claw seeking death in battle, and found Sejuani instead. Their clash shook the earth--neither yielding, neither falling. As the duel reached its peak, Sejuani offered him a place among her warriors, promising him the endless war he craved. He accepted with a grin, and ever since, the berserker has ridden at her side, chasing his glorious end beneath her banner.
Closing Words
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