One of the reasons for Theria’s great Grandfather Nita “BigBear” Adalbern's success and why he was called Big Bear, was because when he transformed, he took the form of a Giant WereDireBear, a natural leader of werebears; this ability had skipped a few generations but ran true in Theria. Wearing the Dragonfire magic made purple Adamantine full plate Armour specifically made for her to transform in, the Dragon had whispered in her ear, and now she would see what surprise that was, and she'd share it with her enemies, something she had always striven to hide. Like the gift she inherited from her mother, she figured this would be the time to unleash that secret force too.
Theria had always been a keen observer of others, and now in the distance, approaching from the South, she saw what she didn't want her opponent to notice; encircling the troops encircling Jade City was another far-off line of troops which she guessed were deploying to break the siege.
The stern faced High Elf High King Gilgolfin had arrived with a 50,000 High Elf force, A force of 50,000 Centaurs, 5,000 Dryads and 50,000 Greenelves from the WildWoods, Grey Elf King Amathithren with 100,000, halberdiers from the South and 15,000 Sea Elves they were accompanied by 5,000 Minotaurs and 30,000 Lizardmen and 15,000 Bearkin and 15,000 Bears all under the masked Den Mother’s command, with fresh arrivals of 25,000 Beastman Infantry reinforcements from the South bring with them 15,000 catpeople who had decided to lend us aid and establish diplomatic relations thanks to Sandy’s efforts on our clan’s behalf and Theria's answers to a masked Tigerlady adventurer.
Theria said nothing when challenged by the Ice Troll to state her purpose. She merely ran with determination towards the Ice Elf King, who obliged the apparent request for a dual, moving into position with Orcslayer in his grasp. The Ice Troll moved out of the way. Theria started to transform but held it at 50% as she approached the Ice Elf King thought she was a normal Werebear, ones he had fought before, till she moved to striking distance and she transformed all the way in a fraction of a second to her giant size and simply back swiped the Ice Elf King out of the way across the face breaking his nose and giving him two black eyes; he was shocked at both her speed and as he fell to the ground that she had outmanoeuvred him, but she continued to run her true target. Which was Sceaða ColdDrake, who she identified as being responsible for the sacking of her beautiful ancestral home UrsidaeÆlfwine the legendary Bearkin city, and he was not about to do it again to Jade City over her dead body if that is what it took to stop the Wyrm and it might yet come to it. Her purple adamantine armour had transformed with her and was soulbonded to her and felt like a second skin burning purple.
The Wyrm gazed at Theria with several enchantments, but she resisted them all; this infuriated the Wyrm, who wasn't experienced in being defied; it was familiar with dominating, and this was an unwelcome and surprising change.
The Wyrm's coiled form release striking to bite Theria, but Theria lept at speed into the mouth of Sceaða, throwing with sidespin the Ballista bolt she carried into the roof of the Wyrm's mouth, unleashing her nature affinity specialisation from her mother, force of nature: storm surge, the winds pushed the Ballista bolt unnaturally fast forward while it spun and green lightening enveloped it before the chainlightening Ward even activated, The ballista bolt embedded itself into the roof of the maw of the Wyrm discharging the green lightning all over the insides of the ColdDrake it found that painful, the bolt's Runed Warded Cleansing blessing and both elvish Starlight and Starbright, reacted severely, with spectacular flashes and aggressive bubbling within the cold drake s's skin with the Shadow power curse that was the essence of Sceaða, juxtaposed with bright light and heat burning inside it's mouth while the sprung loaded barbs on ballista bolt heads deployed inside the wound carving the wound in deeper and resisting being removed by being anchored by barbs now behind more flesh, as the mouth closed on what was comparatively a tooth pick sized Ironoak shaft, it didn't break instead Sceaða pushed the bolt in further it burned all the brighter and set off white chainlighning enchartment in it's mouth also gave time for Theria who had landed on the lower teeth, then she swung round still at pace climbing the Colddrakes nose and plunged and twisting her Adamantine blade first into one eye and then the other in quick succession, while holding a nose scale with her left hand for balance. Discharging green lightning into the wounds in the eyes and Theria whispered my name is Theria Sceaða'sbane.
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The weredirebear sped along the scales to the underbelly, digging in with first her sword, then swinging to the other hand, stabbing a handhold by piercing the scales with the adamantine shortsword; each strike was accompanied by green lightning. The repeated chant of "Theria" could be heard from the Walls of the Jade City, the blinded Wyrm thrashed and tried to use shadow forces, but the enchantment of the ballista bolt head interfered and prevented this. The ironoak's robustness stopped the bolt from snapping, and Sceaða feared bringing the bolt head and deeper into its flesh, and all the while, death by a thousand cuts was starting to be enacted by the enraged force of nature running and stabbing in equal measure. The spectating Ice Elf King and the Ice Troll starred in entranced silence. Theria was drawn to where she could feel the Wyrm's heart, so she focused a stab reinforced by another activation of force of nature: storm surge. The massive greenlighting surge went straight to the heart of the Wyrm, Theria pulled out her blade, continuing the green lightening and rammed home her blow a second even further inside the Wyrm, and the heat, the twisting blade and the arcs of lightning were too much for Sceaða, and it fell slain.
While all eyes were on the battlefield, the assassin's blowpipe was unseen, and the dart in the back of the neck of the King was not noticed and fell out, so engrossed was he in the unfolding battle. The assassin had two other targets and went towards the Palace. The crowd at Jade City went wild the confusion was a brilliant cover for the Assassin to get past the Wyvern and to head for the Queen. The Assassin threw a dagger at the Queen's neck and one for the womb, but the second was blocked by an oversized axe that then was turned on the Assassin; the Assassin was able to take out his murder, but not the third target(s) and poisoned Earl Bloodburn fell to his knees yelling for a healer, in the hope of saving the heirs to the Throne and/or the Queen, he died as he lived fighting to protect the future of the Kingdom of Fecundity,
Theria 'BigBear' Adalbern Sceaðaslayer turned and advanced, staring at the Ice Elf King Gorthaur Iceberg, the King was scared, and she unleashed force of nature: storm surge and green lightning repeatedly hit the Ice Elf King with a single purpose, and with drive, she held the King and commanded him to yield to her, the King refused, she continued holding him in her bear hug his hands unable to reach weapons with chain strike of green lightening impacted him she wasn't going to let him go till he yielded and she didn't. Eventually, the King yielded the green lightning that had destroyed the shadow curse upon the Ice Elf King, releasing him to himself for the first time, probably in an Age.
Theria declared peace between the IceKin Alliance and the Kingdom and its allies and made the Ice Elves each one renounce the Foe Blood Oath. Then the Ice Elves changed colour from grey to blue as they lost the curse that they had invoked under the shadows, malign influences. Theria shouted conditions of Surrender, and the other members of the Icekin agreed to serve the Adalbern Clan. Your primary duty is to rid the Northern wastes of Wyrms, and we will assist you in this. Ice King, I require your blessing upon Adalbern's concerns and then reparations for our allies you have wronged. Command all the Icekin to receive a blessing, and the tax rate will be just 10% of any trade to us, with an up to 10% top-up tax for more reparations tax split between those you wronged. You will also assist me in putting right the traitor nobles so they may be replaced by nobles worthy of the name. You will return my ancestral blade Orcslayer, and we will make peace. Purple lightning fired in the sky, and the Horde discarded their weapons, and all complied with this strange outcome they hadn't foreseen. The Orcs, the Hybrids, and the Goblins blessed by Theria all transformed into Great Hybrids, Great Orcs and Great Goblins, and Theria would not stop until every one of the Horde was done; she bade each of the messengers to wait.