The Raid

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SSpepe

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Relic Wars : The Raid

A short story about the last few days.. to be updated :)

accounts real(ish) cant really remember some accounts and just writing creatively really. its only a short story folks... just enjoy if possible :p

The Raid

Pepe wrapped his cloak tighter around himself and looked down the hill towards enemy territory. His breath made a silent cloud through which he saw two if not three enemy stealthers, warp in and out of existence only a few spans away. Blood thirsty shadowblades stalked their prey with little mercy and even less pity. Nightshades were no better. And a ranger could hit home at one hundred paces away and be gone before you could say the word "nerf".

The friar awaited reports from the frontier. Enemy strength and morale was increasing and some said that they were marching toward Bledmeer, A Midgardian keep held by Albion since the Great Relic War of 404. A dark time for albionites everywhere. Not only had the Midgardian hordes the element of surprise, but they also denied the right to a fair and open confrontation. Moving swiftly in the early morning fog they pounced upon the defences of Hadrians Wall, Pennine Mountains and Forest Sauvage. Most died unhonourably in their beds, whilst others never even knew the battle had taken place. Until it was too late. Albion awoke to ruin and grievence. Loved ones of guards who had fallen, cried bitter tears and cursed the cowards who took them. And so it had been. The ones left behind took up arms and swore to avenge their kin, replacing the defences and standing proud in name of fallen family.

Pepe tugged at his cloak again as if to try make it fit around him more. But there was no more. This was not a warming blanket but a garment worn for only one purpose, to present his guild colours in battle. The friar was cold. Long since had he been in front of a large fire or had proper rations. He muttered to himself as a fresh and proud Paladin ran headstrong down the hill crying out his family name. only to be cut down mercilessly within seconds of reaching the enemy line. What foolishness, what waste. Albionites were beginning to grow weary and most did not even listen to reason anymore. Battle after battle they fought and lost to superior enemy troops. They were tired and they needed something to hope for again.

Suddenly, a minstrel broke through the trees at the bottom of the hill, immediatly stirring the stealther line. They knocked their arrows and prepared to shoot. Others ran towards him to block his only path up. As quickly as they had started they stopped, dropping their weapons to their sides and seemingly looking blankly into the distance. With that, the minstrel simply ran through them to safety. Pepe smiled as if he expected nothing less. After a moment he noticed the stealthers had once again gone into shadow and he turned to walk back into the keep. He welcomed the messenger and directed him through the large gates and toward the south wall. There his news would be heard.

Pepe eyes widened as he was told the true reports of Odins Gate. Over one hundred mids had marched on to Bledmeer and was attacking as they spoke. Nightpetal, a Reaver of the society and a friend was under siege there. They were outnumbered but holding firm. Something had to be done now. If Albion could hold Bledmeer and the mids defeated, it could be the sign everybody was looking for. The light at the end of a long and dark tunnel. There was no time to lose. Word of this must be sent to the high command and re-inforcments sent at once.

Time flowed by slowly until at last, the first of the re-inforcements arrived. Sent from Albion by the power of Mages. Groups were formed with haste and nobody was left to face Odins solo. Soon there was over three full groups of hardened and ready troops. All wearing the colours of their guilds and holding their weapons true and steady. Thorin, an infiltrator was spearheading the assault. His words carried as he relayed the orders. To Bledmeer with all possible haste and to victory. The cry of steel and battle songs echoed in the narrow valley as the units raced down the hill. A nightshade appeared to the north-east and retreated but it was no match for the magic speed of one group and was soon dispatched. A similar fate to four other enemy stealthers it seemed. The Albion groups did not stay long, they quickly re-formed and headed towards the milegate to the east.

With all the Mids at Bledmeer it seemed unlikely they would even bother with this milegate. But it was not the mids they had to worry about. A hibernian attack squad of ten was camping there and the alb re-inforcements did not even know what hit them. The second they passed through the deadly lurikeen chanters went to work. Albs dropped like flies. They were just too cramped together and too close to the chanters. Pepe steamed towards a celt but stopped short. Unable to move his eyes darted anxiously looking for the one who cast the spell. Acting quickly, he counteracted the mez with a purge spell he had aquired in obtaining his last realm rank. He retreated through the milegate with the rest of the survivors and they regrouped at the teleport keep. They lost near fifty percent of the men and women they set out with. That was bad. At this time of day it would be hard to recieve more aducate numbers to take the gate. But to their surprise when they looked inside the keep there was another two full groups of albs ready and willing for battle. They would make one more attempt at the gate and this time there would be no mistakes.

They readied themselves once more. Some sat for a few minutes to catch their breath and others drank potions of strength and edurance to regain the reserves they had lost in the last conflict. They set out once more. Pepe led half on the right flank while Thorin ran with the other on the left. Archers took positions to the rear and guarded the clerics. The gates were open. Perfect. The hibs did not expect it. Their Chanters were overwhelmed and were defeated before a second spell could even be cast. Bards mezzed the unlucky few who fell to arrows and the fighters engaged bravely. But bravery was futile. Thorin had taken his troops up the north side of the gate wall and was quickly dispatching the elvish casters. Pepe turned to shouting and the sound of thunder crackling. A blinding light bellowed from the milegate room forcing him to shiled his eyes. Alb bodies dropped as they entered the room. Pepe swung around and cracked his staff home on the head of a lurikeen, finishing him. He raced to the room now, dodging arrows and moving between duels. The friar shouted to Thorin who had stopped his troops moving into the room. They massed up the steps and awaited the order. And then it came. Charge!!!. Albs from both sides spewed into the room and took out not one but two Eldritch. Enough, if given the chance to finish off every albionite there.

There was calm now. The milegate was taken and the dead littered the surrounding area. Albion casualties were minimal. At least for now. This was nothing compared to the challenge they yet faced at Bledmeer Faste. And Pepe knew it all to well. They needed speed and surprise on their side. Undoubtedly the defences at bled were weakening and scouts were sent ahead to relay reports. For now, they would camp here for the night and hold the gate. His only hope was that more re-inforcments would be sent and his friends in bledmeer would surive the night.......

to be continued imo ;)
 
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- Fedaykin -

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nice

you miss the part where i wtfpwn ardamels though in the defence of bledmeer :)
 
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Tharion

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Originally posted by - Fedaykin -
nice

you miss the part where i wtfpwn ardamels though in the defence of bledmeer :)

Me too, I shot that fat dorf every time I saw him :)
 
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Auriel

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Great retelling :D I think we had at least 1 regular fg and 1 stealth fg trying to turn back the tide at one point - top entertainment these last few nights! ;)
 
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svartmetall

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"There was calm now. The milegate was taken and the dead littered the surrounding area. Albion casualties were minimal. At least for now. This was nothing compared to the challenge they yet faced at Bledmeer Faste. And Pepe knew it all to well. They needed speed and surprise on their side. Undoubtedly the defences at bled were weakening and scouts were sent ahead to relay reports. For now, they would camp here for the night and hold the gate. His only hope was that more re-inforcments would be sent and his friends in bledmeer would surive the night......."



"Without warning, the sky started to flicker...Pepe looked up in wonder...people around him started to disappear, some flickering in and out of vision before vanishing for good. The trees moved in the breeze, then stopped, then moved again, seemingly at random. Suddenly he felt himself immobilised, unable even to hear his own breathing. Then his vision went blank.

He heard a mighty voice speaking to him, as though the gods themselves spoke. YOU HAVE GONE LINKDEAD, it said."
 
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Palanor

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Originally posted by svartmetall
"There was calm now. The milegate was taken and the dead littered the surrounding area. Albion casualties were minimal. At least for now. This was nothing compared to the challenge they yet faced at Bledmeer Faste. And Pepe knew it all to well. They needed speed and surprise on their side. Undoubtedly the defences at bled were weakening and scouts were sent ahead to relay reports. For now, they would camp here for the night and hold the gate. His only hope was that more re-inforcments would be sent and his friends in bledmeer would surive the night......."



"Without warning, the sky started to flicker...Pepe looked up in wonder...people around him started to disappear, some flickering in and out of vision before vanishing for good. The trees moved in the breeze, then stopped, then moved again, seemingly at random. Suddenly he felt himself immobilised, unable even to hear his own breathing. Then his vision went blank.

He heard a mighty voice speaking to him, as though the gods themselves spoke. YOU HAVE GONE LINKDEAD, it said."

roflmao!
 
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SSpepe

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Just remember its only slightly fictional ;)


...Nobody really slept. The sounds of distance thunder, wood buckling under steel might and screams of agony left no room for slumber. Everybody was anxious and anticipating the next move. Two scouts never returned from Odins woodlands either. And a third barely made it. He brought important reports from the heartlands and from the siege itself. Bledmeer was not going to remain in Albion hands for much longer. Fatigue was setting in and ammunition was so low the defence had resorted to loading the Trebs with furniture, statues and pieces of broken keep wall. Morale was undoubtedly falling, along with the number of arrows they each had. Soon there would be nothing to hold them back. And then came the result that none would think about.

Light crept across Odins Gate as it rose above the peaks of Jamtland. Pepe awoke from his delicate sleep to the soft glow that shone from a red sun. It did not offer much warmth in this place. He tugged at his cloak once more, forgetting again that it also did not offer much comfort. He looked at his comarades. They sat in silence, gazing north-east, never taking their eyes from the tree line. Would they come? Were they there already, waiting for their moment? He could almost hear them ask out loud. For they were the same questions in his mind. Yet he did not know. The scouts that made their reports said nothing of mids advancing on the gate. Lets hope they were right. Even a task force would be enough to shatter the defence here. Too few the friar thought...too few damnit. But they would fight. They would fight until Reorx himself took them. Pepe shook himself and told himself it would not come to that. This was the little bit of hope that he clung to. Hope that kept him alive and have the strength to carry on. It would be enough. He took a small cask from his robes and unscrewed the top. Taking a mouthfull he rose onto his feet and surveyed the landscape from the west and gradually rotated his view to the north and east. The friar stopped suddenly. So too did everybody else. He could hear a rumble. A faint rumble of marching troops. So they had marched. They would take the gate and then all hope for those in Bledmeer Faste would be lost. Thorin singalled his groups to stand ready and prepare for battle. Not that they needed encouragment. Pepe was about to give the same command but held his tongue. He looked to the east puzzled. As the ground began to shiver he looked to the west. A banner with the Golden Chalice of Camelot began to rise over the hilltop and Pepe threw his hands into the air and howled. Albion!!! Echoed in the valley and soon a chorus rang out in the morning air. Faces instantly lifted and not a sorry expression could be seen. This was what was needed. A Call to Arms, and it had been answered. As the Column neared the gates, fighters rose from their campsites and saluted, only to be replied by drums and trumpets.

Pepe and Thorin met at the gates and walked towards the front of the column and towards the ones who would lead from this point forward. They bowed and proudly saluted. Filip and Asardog replied in kind and walked through the gate. The column stopped and then broke. The sound of sergeants and lieutenants issuing orders filled the air. Provisions were hand out and the guards atop the gate replaced with fresh young men and women. Filip and Asardog were briefed on the current situation and the nights occurances. They all talked privately until mid morning in a large white tent. Then, they broke away, saluted once more and went their respective units. Pepe looked around and stood on a large pile of wood to see over the army that had gathered until he found what he searched for. His guild mates had formed their groups and eagerly awaited orders. The first he met was Arindra, a proud and elite cleric who also held rank of Guildmaster with the society. She faced him and he bowed deeply. She curtseyed and smiled. No sooner had greetings been said than a trumpet screeched faintly and an arrow of fire blazed overhead and flew westward. Orders were shouted everywhere and people ran in every direction purposefully. Pepe looked at his friends and only nodded. It was time. They were coming.....

enjoy... more to come :D
 
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Palanor

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this is getting better and better :).
Ever thought of writing a Daoc book? with Albion as heroes ofc ;)
 
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SSpepe

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I am currently busy at work and will have time to complete the story at weekend :)

please have patience :D

I have other storys but mostly slate hibs and mids so I will prob edit a bit b4 I post them :p considering I am an alb at heart you can understand :)

End of RELIC WARS..coming soon :p
 

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