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The Celt stands upon a hill in his epic armour, looking into the distance at the gate of Albion. It begans to rain and then out of the shadow comes a shiny light that strikes down upon him faster than his eyes could react. He feels the pain the disease running through his blood and before he realises he is lying face down on the ground.
Maybe i will get rezzed he thinks, and while he waits he recollects his past life. Hibernia he remembers was built upon a community spirit where everybody irrespective of guild, race or class helped each other as they tookarms to the monsters of the realm. Theses same realmers gathered on long summer nights from level 10 to level 50's to fend off the onsluaght of the other realms as they approached in numbers never seen in Hibernia.
Reality hit back home as the Celt lay there awaiting a kind soul to ressurect him. He see's something in the distance a band of brothers clad in guild colours. But they pass by they have no time to bring this Celt back to fight another day. He then brings to feel the sour taste in his mouth. He remembers he wore those same colours, but felt the stares and hatred from the rest of the realm as he stood at Drum Ligen with his friends readying themselves for yet another battle at Emain Macha. He tried to think hard when those stares were first cast and realised in a moment of clarity that it was the first time the legion appeared. The beast of Darkness Falls, which required an army to defeat it, where they loot was spread amongst the community by lotto. Then a darkness fell over the realm as the guild and a few others heard the call of the legion more strongly than other guilds. They sneaked off under the shadow to answer the legions call, stealing its loot and greedily sharing it amognst themselves. He then remembered the stares had always been there every since he left his guild to join a band of brothers who had the same ideals as himself, to seek the glorification of the Emerald Rider. He called it fun, he gained many points fast as everyone in the group was set on one goal the Holy Grail of his realm.
This cannot be right he thought, how could I be so selfish, so greedy what have I gained? What have i lost?
The Celt on returning back to the realm of the living sought out The Astrologer who stood talking to Fagan in Mag Mell. He talked to the astrologer for many a hour who adviced that he needed to look into futurestone. He was scared to do this at first, why would a simple hero wish for magic to show him his future, but rotting he felt deep in his skin, he had to look. His heart steadied for a moment as he saw familiar things, things that felt real, the looting and secrecy of the legion raids. The banding together of guilds clad in the same colours running around the frontier bringing speedily deaths on anything that ressembled a threat to the realm. It all felt so real, so much fun. Then his face went pale as if the shiny blade had once again struck from the shadow. He felt a great loss the relics had gone, stolen from a once strong realm. He looked around for those armies that once defended Dun Dagda but they were not there. Had they gone on a legion raid, and left their realm undefended surely not? He tried to bend his mind, his thoughts into finding those mass zergs of Emain Macha where once mixed groups of guilds stood and defended the community spirit that was once Hibernia. But his mind could not bend in that way, he hoped he would find the spirit that once was but the realm felt so cold,heartless and empty. He slumped back from the pain of the future he had seen enough, he could not look no more.
The astrologer spoke "Fear not my young Celt all is not lost. Yes the mass zergs that once were are no more. Many of your friends have left to seek other communities as they also died upon the hill, without friends to fight alongside, just as you did yourself before you sought my counsel. But after the relics were lost and the numbers dwingled a new spirit will be born out of the ashes of the old regime. Where new realmers of the land fight side be side with other realmers of the land, a second generation will be born from the evils and wrong doings of the first. They realised that the only way to get the relics back was to unify themselves. Not to lay claim to legion loot or send teams to seek the Emerald Rider. It took many months for them to realise this mistake but in the end they did.
Or will they??????????
Maybe i will get rezzed he thinks, and while he waits he recollects his past life. Hibernia he remembers was built upon a community spirit where everybody irrespective of guild, race or class helped each other as they tookarms to the monsters of the realm. Theses same realmers gathered on long summer nights from level 10 to level 50's to fend off the onsluaght of the other realms as they approached in numbers never seen in Hibernia.
Reality hit back home as the Celt lay there awaiting a kind soul to ressurect him. He see's something in the distance a band of brothers clad in guild colours. But they pass by they have no time to bring this Celt back to fight another day. He then brings to feel the sour taste in his mouth. He remembers he wore those same colours, but felt the stares and hatred from the rest of the realm as he stood at Drum Ligen with his friends readying themselves for yet another battle at Emain Macha. He tried to think hard when those stares were first cast and realised in a moment of clarity that it was the first time the legion appeared. The beast of Darkness Falls, which required an army to defeat it, where they loot was spread amongst the community by lotto. Then a darkness fell over the realm as the guild and a few others heard the call of the legion more strongly than other guilds. They sneaked off under the shadow to answer the legions call, stealing its loot and greedily sharing it amognst themselves. He then remembered the stares had always been there every since he left his guild to join a band of brothers who had the same ideals as himself, to seek the glorification of the Emerald Rider. He called it fun, he gained many points fast as everyone in the group was set on one goal the Holy Grail of his realm.
This cannot be right he thought, how could I be so selfish, so greedy what have I gained? What have i lost?
The Celt on returning back to the realm of the living sought out The Astrologer who stood talking to Fagan in Mag Mell. He talked to the astrologer for many a hour who adviced that he needed to look into futurestone. He was scared to do this at first, why would a simple hero wish for magic to show him his future, but rotting he felt deep in his skin, he had to look. His heart steadied for a moment as he saw familiar things, things that felt real, the looting and secrecy of the legion raids. The banding together of guilds clad in the same colours running around the frontier bringing speedily deaths on anything that ressembled a threat to the realm. It all felt so real, so much fun. Then his face went pale as if the shiny blade had once again struck from the shadow. He felt a great loss the relics had gone, stolen from a once strong realm. He looked around for those armies that once defended Dun Dagda but they were not there. Had they gone on a legion raid, and left their realm undefended surely not? He tried to bend his mind, his thoughts into finding those mass zergs of Emain Macha where once mixed groups of guilds stood and defended the community spirit that was once Hibernia. But his mind could not bend in that way, he hoped he would find the spirit that once was but the realm felt so cold,heartless and empty. He slumped back from the pain of the future he had seen enough, he could not look no more.
The astrologer spoke "Fear not my young Celt all is not lost. Yes the mass zergs that once were are no more. Many of your friends have left to seek other communities as they also died upon the hill, without friends to fight alongside, just as you did yourself before you sought my counsel. But after the relics were lost and the numbers dwingled a new spirit will be born out of the ashes of the old regime. Where new realmers of the land fight side be side with other realmers of the land, a second generation will be born from the evils and wrong doings of the first. They realised that the only way to get the relics back was to unify themselves. Not to lay claim to legion loot or send teams to seek the Emerald Rider. It took many months for them to realise this mistake but in the end they did.
Or will they??????????
