The field of battle drawn, the lines formed up, the troops in a state of adrenaline high. The war for domination was at hand. 3 servers ready to kill, ready to die if need be to conquer the maps. In the distance a horn is heard…a call to war, a call to let loose the carnage of war. From whence it came none knows…only the call to charge by one was a call to charge by all…
In an eye blink 3 armies collide. Warriors of all sizes, shapes, ages, skill released the gates of hell within themselves. War was upon us. All semblance of order lost as the first soldier drew blood, as the first soldier fell to earth never to rise again. Chaos reigned.
Server armies were engaged in epic battles. Each sought complete and total annihilation of the other. No quarter was asked, none was given. Blood and gore was strewn across the landscape, accompanied by pieces of shattered bodies no longer recognizable. Alliances, sworn oaths, blood ties…all fell to the wayside as warriors collided, shaking the very foundations of Heaven itself, and making the devils in Hell quiver in fear.
Days on end the war raged. Mothers lost sons, wives lost husbands, children lost fathers and mothers. Brave young soldiers crippled for life…and many many more finding eternal peace in death. Across the realm a shimmering haze descends, hiding the blood, gore, and shattered remains. A mist to calm the blood, bring thought into play and set instinctual reaction aside. The war was drawn to an end.
Heroes all who were there at the start of the charge. Heroes all who woke that morning hoping to claim glory for themselves, clan, and family. But only a few remain standing. Only a few able to stand….none without wounds. None without the knowledge that something beyond mere mortals had happened across those days of death and destruction. All knew that no mere mortal was waging war, they were the pawns in a greater game of the Gods….Gods had risen to strive for higher status, most had fallen alongside their mortal counterparts.
Across the battlefield the mist slowly fades. Guild banners are shreds, armor torn, bodies no longer recognizable as friend or foe. Those few brave avatars still standing look across the wasteland of flesh at each other….one lone standard is still standing in the midst of a circle of bodies piled hundreds high, Devona’s Rest. A cry of victory rises forth from a hoarse and swollen throat that’d minutes earlier been screaming battle cries.
One voice rings out in victory, soon picked up and carried on the wind by others until all across the blood drenched soil one chant is heard, “Deeevona Deeevona Deevona!”
That day history was made, but not by the brave souls of Devona’s Rest. But by the courage and honor of 3 servers coming to the field of battle and giving everything they had, even life itself. In the end there was no sole winner, there was no gloating in taverns after. In the end there was just a few surviving heroes almost godlike in their abilities, avatars in mortal form, who forged a bond of friendship greater than any bloodoath or server affiliation. An oath forged on the life’s blood of friends and family, an oath of honor, courage, respect.
Devona’s Rest / Fergusuns Crossing / Kaineng
Forged in battle, tempered in blood, sharpened and polished in honor!
Long live the bottom Tier! None can never understand the bond we’ve forged. None who have not stood on that hilltop overlooking the valley where even Gods died, that has hence been known as “Valley of the Avatars”.
