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Belomar
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[Note: This chronicle is pieced together from several sources and may not be 100% correct. I have done my outmost to try to stick to the facts, however. Feel free to correct me and I will update it.]
The Hibernian invaders struck at dusk.
The reports of the Hibernian army passing Hadrian's Wall and making for Castle Myrrdin and venerable Merlin's Staff reached me, your humble chronicler, deep in the fair but oh-so-blood-soaked lands of Emain Macha. Sharp-eyed Eldren had spotted the enemy army massing at the Hibernian portal keep and relayed the warning to Albion United and The Fellowship, the two major alliances in the realm.
Quickly returning home to my beloved Albion and guided by the reports coming in from my guild and others, I made my way to Castle Excalibur in the middle of the murky Forest Sauvage. There, finding a small force of Albions (Daws, Vussa, and The Wizz), I grouped up and proceeded north through the craggy Pennine Mountains, dodging monsters as best we could. We were not the only ones; all over Albion, wheels had now been set in motion, with the defensive armies converging on two hotspots: the far-flung Castle Myrrdin in Snowdonia, where the enemy was going, and the Hibernian Mile Gate in Hadrian's Wall.
Fortunately for the Albion defenders, the Hibernian army moved slowly, weighed down by the huge machines of war that were about to be brought to bear on the relic keep. This allowed a small but powerful force of Albions to rush north from Llyn Barfog and reach Castle Myrrdin in time to slip in and set up the defenses. Faced by reports of more than a hundred Hibernian invaders descending on the relic keep, these brave men and women stood tall and brave, prepared to lay down their lives for their realm.
And, inevitably, the Hibernian army arrived at the relic keep, swarming across the pure snows surrounding Castle Myrrdin like a black plague. With a unison battlecry, the Sursbrooke guardians defending the approaches to the keep joined melee against the enemy, cutting bloody swaths through their ranks, treading crumpled bodies beneath their boots. However, the sheer numbers of the invaders proved fatal for the valiant guards, and quickly, the entrance to the looming castle had been cleared.
To the defenders preparing themselves for battle inside the castle, it was surely a terrible moment to hear the huge siege engines being deployed and the resounding booms of the rams hitting the doors. Shaken to the core, still the brave Albions rallied and took to the walls, raining arrows, bolts and fiery magic on the Hibernian army. Alas, the number of the enemy was too great, and many an Albion met their death on the walls that day, sword or staff in hand, uttering a cry of defiance with their last breath. Soon, the second door to the relic keep had been breached, and the ragged remains of the defense force had to retreat inside the relic fort itself as the foul invaders swarmed inside and redeployed the siege engines for the last door. Discouraged and battered by the enemy onslaught, the brave defenders once again rallied under the calm command of Khalen Lightbringer, preparing for the final stand in the relic room as the entire fort shook under the poundings of the siege rams outside.
Meanwhile, the vanguard of the Albion army rushing to protect Myrrdin was beginning to reach the Myrrdin glacier and forming into larger units for the charge, your chronicler being one of them. Sending in the insidious Ninjastyle to scout the situation, we proceeded cautiously towards the relic castle. Informed of the near-disaster there, we pushed forward and soon got a contact with the Hibernian guarding force camping the approaches to the castle. Alas, the first wave of the Albion army had become too strung out, so we were easily dispatched by the enemy. Upon releasing, we headed north towards Hadrian's Wall and the Hibernian Mile Gate in a desperate attempt to block the relic for whenever it would be taken by the Hibernians.
The situation was grim.
However, as the second Albion wave formed to approach the castle, the defenders met a piece of luck; word of the demise of the Sursbrooke guardians defending Myrrdin had reached its commander, and Sursbrooke reinforcements arrived just in time to coincide with the second attack. With two large Albion armies descending on the Hibernian force amassed at the relic keep and the Sursbrooke guards charging with supernatural speed, the tide of the battle quickly turned. Spearheaded by the valiant armsmen and paladins of Albion, replendescent in their gleaming plate armor, we charged with the righteous fury of having our homeland desecrated by filthy invaders. Within minutes, the battle was over, the remnants of the Hibernian force driven to desperate flight towards their portal keep.
Inside the castle, the defenders were able to relax and sheath their arms, thanking the God above for the timely delivery. Merlin's Staff remained in Albion hands!
The Hibernian invaders struck at dusk.
The reports of the Hibernian army passing Hadrian's Wall and making for Castle Myrrdin and venerable Merlin's Staff reached me, your humble chronicler, deep in the fair but oh-so-blood-soaked lands of Emain Macha. Sharp-eyed Eldren had spotted the enemy army massing at the Hibernian portal keep and relayed the warning to Albion United and The Fellowship, the two major alliances in the realm.
Quickly returning home to my beloved Albion and guided by the reports coming in from my guild and others, I made my way to Castle Excalibur in the middle of the murky Forest Sauvage. There, finding a small force of Albions (Daws, Vussa, and The Wizz), I grouped up and proceeded north through the craggy Pennine Mountains, dodging monsters as best we could. We were not the only ones; all over Albion, wheels had now been set in motion, with the defensive armies converging on two hotspots: the far-flung Castle Myrrdin in Snowdonia, where the enemy was going, and the Hibernian Mile Gate in Hadrian's Wall.
Fortunately for the Albion defenders, the Hibernian army moved slowly, weighed down by the huge machines of war that were about to be brought to bear on the relic keep. This allowed a small but powerful force of Albions to rush north from Llyn Barfog and reach Castle Myrrdin in time to slip in and set up the defenses. Faced by reports of more than a hundred Hibernian invaders descending on the relic keep, these brave men and women stood tall and brave, prepared to lay down their lives for their realm.
And, inevitably, the Hibernian army arrived at the relic keep, swarming across the pure snows surrounding Castle Myrrdin like a black plague. With a unison battlecry, the Sursbrooke guardians defending the approaches to the keep joined melee against the enemy, cutting bloody swaths through their ranks, treading crumpled bodies beneath their boots. However, the sheer numbers of the invaders proved fatal for the valiant guards, and quickly, the entrance to the looming castle had been cleared.
To the defenders preparing themselves for battle inside the castle, it was surely a terrible moment to hear the huge siege engines being deployed and the resounding booms of the rams hitting the doors. Shaken to the core, still the brave Albions rallied and took to the walls, raining arrows, bolts and fiery magic on the Hibernian army. Alas, the number of the enemy was too great, and many an Albion met their death on the walls that day, sword or staff in hand, uttering a cry of defiance with their last breath. Soon, the second door to the relic keep had been breached, and the ragged remains of the defense force had to retreat inside the relic fort itself as the foul invaders swarmed inside and redeployed the siege engines for the last door. Discouraged and battered by the enemy onslaught, the brave defenders once again rallied under the calm command of Khalen Lightbringer, preparing for the final stand in the relic room as the entire fort shook under the poundings of the siege rams outside.
Meanwhile, the vanguard of the Albion army rushing to protect Myrrdin was beginning to reach the Myrrdin glacier and forming into larger units for the charge, your chronicler being one of them. Sending in the insidious Ninjastyle to scout the situation, we proceeded cautiously towards the relic castle. Informed of the near-disaster there, we pushed forward and soon got a contact with the Hibernian guarding force camping the approaches to the castle. Alas, the first wave of the Albion army had become too strung out, so we were easily dispatched by the enemy. Upon releasing, we headed north towards Hadrian's Wall and the Hibernian Mile Gate in a desperate attempt to block the relic for whenever it would be taken by the Hibernians.
The situation was grim.
However, as the second Albion wave formed to approach the castle, the defenders met a piece of luck; word of the demise of the Sursbrooke guardians defending Myrrdin had reached its commander, and Sursbrooke reinforcements arrived just in time to coincide with the second attack. With two large Albion armies descending on the Hibernian force amassed at the relic keep and the Sursbrooke guards charging with supernatural speed, the tide of the battle quickly turned. Spearheaded by the valiant armsmen and paladins of Albion, replendescent in their gleaming plate armor, we charged with the righteous fury of having our homeland desecrated by filthy invaders. Within minutes, the battle was over, the remnants of the Hibernian force driven to desperate flight towards their portal keep.
Inside the castle, the defenders were able to relax and sheath their arms, thanking the God above for the timely delivery. Merlin's Staff remained in Albion hands!
