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Flimgoblin
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Since noone's posted anything about the actual event...
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I awoke to an urgent summons from Lady Lurlei in Gothwaite Harbour - the King had ordered an attack on the island of Heimaey - the supposed homeland of the Geersha. All forces were to muster in Cornwall and sail with Lord Harcourt's fleet to Heimaey.
I, Ererim the Magus, donned my robes and headed for Cornwall post haste. On the northwest coast I met I met Lord Harcourt accompanied by his honour guard and boarded one of the ships.
After a short sail (greatly hastened by the magics of the Master Wizards present) we found ourselves on the island of Heimaey with the other albion forces. Things were not good - a number of "minor counter spells" were wreaking havoc amongst the army, but they were soon dispatched. Alas the potent magic had left myself and the other albion magi drained. The contingent of clerics sent by the Church of Albion were also complaining of a weakened state.
Rallying quickly the albion forced moved upon the nearby fort - a castle built in the albion style, a mockery created by the Geersha no doubt. Alas I cannot recall it's name, but the battle was hard and long and almost lost when the call of "Vikings!" was heard from the rear - a number of the notorious Nolby Pride raiders (judging by their cloaks) had attacked the Albion army in the rear. We were not alone on Heimaey.
Although their attack had caught us off guard they were soon dispatched when the might of Albion's army turned on them. This left us the daunting task of slaying the mighty giant who lived within the keep - a gigantic ogre pulsing with magical power sneered at our army, sending wave after wave of geersha to engage us. Our enemy seemed invulnerable to all our attacks and mocked us from within his mystical shield.
But his pride was soon cast down as we assaulted the tower and destroyed the source of the power - a number of powerful geersha wizards.
With his wizards slain the ogre was swiftly put to death, and the keep was ours!
But all was not over - another keep lay to our south, surrounded by a moat - the albion army charged, but we were assaulted by midgardians on our way to the keep, fighting broke out but a ceasefire was called... a greater enemy needed vanquished... the hibernian army also soon arrived on the scene and was quick to agree to the ceasefire terms.
Most of the inter-realm fighting was quelled for the time being (some renegades from all sides were still fighting in the outlying areas - but those of us attacking the keep were united), as the ballista-wielding giants upon the keep walls were slain and the mighty gates knocked from their hinges.
Within the keep we found yet more geersha and a mighty "Major counterspell" at the base of the tower, crawling up the walls through the stairwell those few that made it past the counterspell reached the tower to find the "Black Lady" spilling the blood of all three realms.
Alas this is where my tale ends, my blood soaking the floor of that tower - I can only be thankful for whatever spell the mages in Caer Gothwaite used to return me to the healers, and to their healing magic which allows me to write so soon after the event.
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I'm somewhat short on screenshots but I think I've got a few at home I can post later.
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I awoke to an urgent summons from Lady Lurlei in Gothwaite Harbour - the King had ordered an attack on the island of Heimaey - the supposed homeland of the Geersha. All forces were to muster in Cornwall and sail with Lord Harcourt's fleet to Heimaey.
I, Ererim the Magus, donned my robes and headed for Cornwall post haste. On the northwest coast I met I met Lord Harcourt accompanied by his honour guard and boarded one of the ships.
After a short sail (greatly hastened by the magics of the Master Wizards present) we found ourselves on the island of Heimaey with the other albion forces. Things were not good - a number of "minor counter spells" were wreaking havoc amongst the army, but they were soon dispatched. Alas the potent magic had left myself and the other albion magi drained. The contingent of clerics sent by the Church of Albion were also complaining of a weakened state.
Rallying quickly the albion forced moved upon the nearby fort - a castle built in the albion style, a mockery created by the Geersha no doubt. Alas I cannot recall it's name, but the battle was hard and long and almost lost when the call of "Vikings!" was heard from the rear - a number of the notorious Nolby Pride raiders (judging by their cloaks) had attacked the Albion army in the rear. We were not alone on Heimaey.
Although their attack had caught us off guard they were soon dispatched when the might of Albion's army turned on them. This left us the daunting task of slaying the mighty giant who lived within the keep - a gigantic ogre pulsing with magical power sneered at our army, sending wave after wave of geersha to engage us. Our enemy seemed invulnerable to all our attacks and mocked us from within his mystical shield.
But his pride was soon cast down as we assaulted the tower and destroyed the source of the power - a number of powerful geersha wizards.
With his wizards slain the ogre was swiftly put to death, and the keep was ours!
But all was not over - another keep lay to our south, surrounded by a moat - the albion army charged, but we were assaulted by midgardians on our way to the keep, fighting broke out but a ceasefire was called... a greater enemy needed vanquished... the hibernian army also soon arrived on the scene and was quick to agree to the ceasefire terms.
Most of the inter-realm fighting was quelled for the time being (some renegades from all sides were still fighting in the outlying areas - but those of us attacking the keep were united), as the ballista-wielding giants upon the keep walls were slain and the mighty gates knocked from their hinges.
Within the keep we found yet more geersha and a mighty "Major counterspell" at the base of the tower, crawling up the walls through the stairwell those few that made it past the counterspell reached the tower to find the "Black Lady" spilling the blood of all three realms.
Alas this is where my tale ends, my blood soaking the floor of that tower - I can only be thankful for whatever spell the mages in Caer Gothwaite used to return me to the healers, and to their healing magic which allows me to write so soon after the event.
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I'm somewhat short on screenshots but I think I've got a few at home I can post later.
