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A couple nights ago Corleth stood alone; bow in hand outside the Albion Portal Keep in Emain Macha, Hibernia, patiently he waited for a solo victim.
Out of the west he observed a full guild group of Hibernians, their Blue and White cloaks fluttered in the breezy night. Corleth moved closer. The Hibernians stopped directly in front of the portal keep, just metres out of the keep guards bow range. They spread out into a combat formation, the Bard stood at the back and several casters moved forward flanked by tanks.
The Albion’s like curious cats, moved out of the comfort and safety of their keep, they smelt blood, and little did they know it was their own. They lined the hill side and faced their enemy. Then with an almighty show of light that turned night into day, the Hibernians attacked, the attack was swift and brutal, the casters arms glowed red hot as hot manna was sent forth, the bard healed for all his worth, bubbles of colourful light saving energy surrounded each of the Hibernians, the hill side erupted into flame and glorious light, the Albion’s died an embarrassing death.
The Hibernians kept their formation, and they waited, they were not about to let any Albion’s enter their frontier. They did not have to wait long, again the Albion’s came out of the keep and again they were cut down by the Hibernian firepower.
Over and over the night sky was filled with such beautiful colour and over and over Albion blood was spilt.
It was nearly dawn and Corleth was invigorated, Albion bodies littered the hill side, the wounded headed back to the safety of the keep, then there was silence, there was no Albion in sight. None the less the Hibernians kept their formation; they were not ready to move just yet.
Corleth was then startled, out of nowhere, a full group of Albion assassins sprang forth, and the Hibernians never saw them until it was too late. There was one assassin for each Hibernian, the night sky was filled with the stench of poison and disease, the ferocity of the Albion attack was horrendous but magnificent at the same time, each assassin efficiently tore to pieces his allocated victim, and within twenty seconds not one Hibernian stood, each of the eight assassins wiped the blood from their swords. Calm was restored to the portal keep.
Even though Corleth despises the Albions, and absolutely detests the unbeatable infiltrator, he did laugh and laugh, and then swiftly moved well away ...
Out of the west he observed a full guild group of Hibernians, their Blue and White cloaks fluttered in the breezy night. Corleth moved closer. The Hibernians stopped directly in front of the portal keep, just metres out of the keep guards bow range. They spread out into a combat formation, the Bard stood at the back and several casters moved forward flanked by tanks.
The Albion’s like curious cats, moved out of the comfort and safety of their keep, they smelt blood, and little did they know it was their own. They lined the hill side and faced their enemy. Then with an almighty show of light that turned night into day, the Hibernians attacked, the attack was swift and brutal, the casters arms glowed red hot as hot manna was sent forth, the bard healed for all his worth, bubbles of colourful light saving energy surrounded each of the Hibernians, the hill side erupted into flame and glorious light, the Albion’s died an embarrassing death.
The Hibernians kept their formation, and they waited, they were not about to let any Albion’s enter their frontier. They did not have to wait long, again the Albion’s came out of the keep and again they were cut down by the Hibernian firepower.
Over and over the night sky was filled with such beautiful colour and over and over Albion blood was spilt.
It was nearly dawn and Corleth was invigorated, Albion bodies littered the hill side, the wounded headed back to the safety of the keep, then there was silence, there was no Albion in sight. None the less the Hibernians kept their formation; they were not ready to move just yet.
Corleth was then startled, out of nowhere, a full group of Albion assassins sprang forth, and the Hibernians never saw them until it was too late. There was one assassin for each Hibernian, the night sky was filled with the stench of poison and disease, the ferocity of the Albion attack was horrendous but magnificent at the same time, each assassin efficiently tore to pieces his allocated victim, and within twenty seconds not one Hibernian stood, each of the eight assassins wiped the blood from their swords. Calm was restored to the portal keep.
Even though Corleth despises the Albions, and absolutely detests the unbeatable infiltrator, he did laugh and laugh, and then swiftly moved well away ...
was real fun to read