This is Kinda of random but... here are some of the winner for the last guild event
[by first place, Irana]
Irana rampaged through the lands, tearing monsters apart, limb by limb they went down. Her broken axe covered in argon blood. Spoils of war, riches beyond belief at her reach yet her face twisted and contorted in anger. She had met many friend and lost equally as many "Why do i fight this war for?".
She broke, she fell to the floor, crying and weeping, as she looked up, though blurry from her tears she could see the beauty ahead of her, memories of the people she spent time with came to her mind, as she wept and screamed more memories flooded her mind, friends she cherished and had lost, laughter and tears everything came flooding upon her, she punched the floor once, twice, three times.
After a while, she managed to stand, she rose up and looked at the beautiful clearing in front of her and the memories of her friends she loved and held so close to her heart.
"If anything... I will fight this war, I will keep going on, my memories shall never perish...I will protect...this last bastion of beauty" Taking her axe in hand she turned back, leaving this one pure place she found herself always coming back to to protect it forever more.
[by 2nd place, Kit]
Vanarch Valentio had begun his reign to free Bastion from fear,
For no refuge could be found with Balder’s temple so near.
‘We must slay Auricadis!’ His guild cried with true passion,
Yet all failed, darkness blinding each would be assassin.
Swords, lances, axes proved too weak against the beasts metal frame,
Southern Shara watched in horror, Valentio looked away in shame.
‘Have I no warrior to trust in? Or must I watch this province fall?’,
‘I hear you Guild Master’ Said a small Elin. ‘I will answer your call’.
Doubt filled all until the sorcerer set the Room of Relics on fire,
Hope rose as ice pierced metal, but the darkness fell, her fate seemed dire.
Across the room she teleported, as her hand touched the mirror white light bloomed,
Aurcicadis formed a shield, charged for the kill, but from the distance a cannon boomed.
‘She has won!’ Spectators cried, yet still it was darkness the temple fell under,
Until with a mighty roar the small Elin cast a fireblast that tore the beast asunder.
Upon the Archive Grounds a monument to the small hero will forever sit,
The finest of statues dedicated to the victory of the almighty Kit!
Yea....
Oh btw, we are recruiting more lancers and healers!
Cheers!
[by first place, Irana]
Irana rampaged through the lands, tearing monsters apart, limb by limb they went down. Her broken axe covered in argon blood. Spoils of war, riches beyond belief at her reach yet her face twisted and contorted in anger. She had met many friend and lost equally as many "Why do i fight this war for?".
She broke, she fell to the floor, crying and weeping, as she looked up, though blurry from her tears she could see the beauty ahead of her, memories of the people she spent time with came to her mind, as she wept and screamed more memories flooded her mind, friends she cherished and had lost, laughter and tears everything came flooding upon her, she punched the floor once, twice, three times.
After a while, she managed to stand, she rose up and looked at the beautiful clearing in front of her and the memories of her friends she loved and held so close to her heart.
"If anything... I will fight this war, I will keep going on, my memories shall never perish...I will protect...this last bastion of beauty" Taking her axe in hand she turned back, leaving this one pure place she found herself always coming back to to protect it forever more.
[by 2nd place, Kit]
Vanarch Valentio had begun his reign to free Bastion from fear,
For no refuge could be found with Balder’s temple so near.
‘We must slay Auricadis!’ His guild cried with true passion,
Yet all failed, darkness blinding each would be assassin.
Swords, lances, axes proved too weak against the beasts metal frame,
Southern Shara watched in horror, Valentio looked away in shame.
‘Have I no warrior to trust in? Or must I watch this province fall?’,
‘I hear you Guild Master’ Said a small Elin. ‘I will answer your call’.
Doubt filled all until the sorcerer set the Room of Relics on fire,
Hope rose as ice pierced metal, but the darkness fell, her fate seemed dire.
Across the room she teleported, as her hand touched the mirror white light bloomed,
Aurcicadis formed a shield, charged for the kill, but from the distance a cannon boomed.
‘She has won!’ Spectators cried, yet still it was darkness the temple fell under,
Until with a mighty roar the small Elin cast a fireblast that tore the beast asunder.
Upon the Archive Grounds a monument to the small hero will forever sit,
The finest of statues dedicated to the victory of the almighty Kit!
Yea....
Oh btw, we are recruiting more lancers and healers!
Cheers!