Post by Archivist~Alabaster on Apr 21, 2006 11:06:54 GMT -5
The Skirmish in Stonard
~written by Calaxia~
After striking her flint over a bit of paraffin to light the darkened corner of the tent, Calaxia wearily slid out of her bloodsoaked cloak and armour and pulled out a sheet of parchment and a vial of dragon's blood ink to record the days events…
Riding Ava, my kodo, back to camp earlier after a full evening of gathering baslisk brains and the like, I was alerted to an Alliance attack on our seriously under-guarded basecamp in Stonard. I didn't take it too seriously…Usually those alerts are false alarms-the troops stationed there like to make their own amusement-and goodness knows there isn't much to get excited about in the swamps
But when I arrived at camp, what I saw caused me to kick in the spurs and urge Ava to go faster. A smallish but formiddable group of alliance were attacking the flight master and causing the wyverns to rise in anger. I looked around and saw that beyond the guards stationed there, there was only one other member of the Horde even at the camp.
Not one to let the Alliance get away with their shenanigans, I tried my best to keep them from entering the camp, but quickly realized that alone I would be no match for their wily rogues and ruthless hunters. After a little bit of time, more Horde joined the effort.
More than a few times I feared we might lose too much ground and the Alliance would overrun Stonard. There were many deaths and the curses and poisons took a toll on the health of our fine fighters… But we mustered our strength, and found a few reinforcements to assist.
The skirmish moved slightly off the road and again I wasn't certain of the outcome would we be fighting here for days? but eventually we were able to push the Alliance back and out of Stonard. It was a glorious fight! An unlikely group of strangers combining their efforts and making a unified stand to defeat the invaders.
~written by Calaxia~
After striking her flint over a bit of paraffin to light the darkened corner of the tent, Calaxia wearily slid out of her bloodsoaked cloak and armour and pulled out a sheet of parchment and a vial of dragon's blood ink to record the days events…
Riding Ava, my kodo, back to camp earlier after a full evening of gathering baslisk brains and the like, I was alerted to an Alliance attack on our seriously under-guarded basecamp in Stonard. I didn't take it too seriously…Usually those alerts are false alarms-the troops stationed there like to make their own amusement-and goodness knows there isn't much to get excited about in the swamps
But when I arrived at camp, what I saw caused me to kick in the spurs and urge Ava to go faster. A smallish but formiddable group of alliance were attacking the flight master and causing the wyverns to rise in anger. I looked around and saw that beyond the guards stationed there, there was only one other member of the Horde even at the camp.
Not one to let the Alliance get away with their shenanigans, I tried my best to keep them from entering the camp, but quickly realized that alone I would be no match for their wily rogues and ruthless hunters. After a little bit of time, more Horde joined the effort.
More than a few times I feared we might lose too much ground and the Alliance would overrun Stonard. There were many deaths and the curses and poisons took a toll on the health of our fine fighters… But we mustered our strength, and found a few reinforcements to assist.
The skirmish moved slightly off the road and again I wasn't certain of the outcome would we be fighting here for days? but eventually we were able to push the Alliance back and out of Stonard. It was a glorious fight! An unlikely group of strangers combining their efforts and making a unified stand to defeat the invaders.