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#Warstory - As fall draws close.

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Fall is near, soon the chilling grasp “of the Hunger” will take a hold of us all – again.   I’m abruptly interrupted in my trail of thoughts, by the ill-omened sound of catapults crashing against the castle walls.  Shouts cut through the chilling air of enemies’ position, of “Balance” approach.  I ruffle my wings and take position on the North West tower bridge where yet again forced to fight within the confinements of the Keep walls.  Yet again in the outskirts of the fight my services will be needed.

From the shadows I watch “Balance” make haste up the ramps of the inner walls, cursing the eager builders of the guild – esthetics over practicality – “Why do they persist to rebuild those inner walkways”.  My Caltrops are placed to slow as many of them as possible in their push for the “Tree of Life”.  The first Ballista goes up – my first target appears.  A mere breath later they charge, fortunately we had anticipated this action.  I stop them in their tracks so their push can be met with fire and might.  Wreaking havoc in their attempt to cross the bridge.  An unfortunate soul is tossed down from the bridge, separated from the group it’s a chance I can’t let pass by.  As my blades come crushing down on his armor, he’s fortunate enough to retreat to the ramp of his allies – comforted once more by the shadows.  Shadows providing the safety till I can once more strike.


“Balance” pushes once more, as they cross the bridge I advance on the ballista, knowing for the defense to last it must be removed.  I hear the sound of metal behind me, as unleash a flurry of attacks on the siege weapon – its demise is immediate, and its operator is not soon to escape.  Knowing others will follow, I make my way to the “Tree of Life”


The random fights of a siege occur, right until I see yet another ballista placed.  Making my way through the walkways I quickly move to my allies’ aid.  The rain of fire from the Ballistas must stop, just as I get there our rangers are able to take it down, yet it’s operator – she’s still alive.... for now.
She drop down from the wall being completely cut off from her allies, something that also spelled her ultimate doom.  The call is made for the Tree of Life, and with her blood on my blades, I make my way to my allies’ side.


As I enter the room, the aura from the Tree of Life lingers, I swiftly give chase to two that have been cut off from their group.  I know that fire of one of our Confessors will aid me in this fight, so I leave the comforts of stealth and let the fury of my blades rain down on the unaware champion.  He tries to recover, but as others before him – the death of toxins gets the better of him in the end.

Voices call through the air of “Balance” doing a final retreat, a call I answer.  All that have survived engage to drive them out of the keep, fights that persistently push them on the retreat.  Knowing that we had downed enough of their forces, leaving them in the “shroud of death”, time was on our side now.  The push was made complete as we cut them off from their ability to kill our tree..  In the end, the “Banetree” fell, as did the further attempts from “Balance”.


They will be back... and we will be waiting.



Edited by Soulreaver

Huginn ok Muninn, fljúga hverjan dag, Jörmungrund yfir; óumk ek of Hugin,, at hann aftr né komi-t, þó sjámk meir of Munin

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