Maelstrom
So, final Maelstrom was fun.
Friday was ok, except most of the natives didn't arrive until quite late. Did my first proper fighting against various undead hordes that arrived. Used for the first time my 'get battered, then restore everything and start fighting again' skills. It's nice to be independent for other help; it's part of the Tlaxti philosophy.
Saturday was both boring and amusing, largely because I was carefully avoiding the large number of Merisusi who'd turned up looking for 'justice' for their city being burned to the ground. Sadly for them no one had the faintest clue who Raid Hive were, and they were reduced to randomly questioning passing myrmidons as to their Hive, a question which of course got the same lie I've been telling everyone for two years. Much to our amusement the only people they eventually caught up with were the members of Teca Tribe that hadn't been there, and so couldn't be convicted. Usually the northerners don't bother much with evidence, so having them reach for it just when it wasn't there any more was laughable.
Then there was The Plan, which I only learned about come Sunday morning when the meeting started. It was a good plan, to construct a Coyote monument to sink all the northerner lands into the sea, and coincidentally kill all the northerners present as well. The best part of the plan was that they'd have to come into the woods after us to stop it.
So, I was part of the thrust into the soft underbelly, largely because most of my skills involve repairing myrmydons and the two I could find were going that way. Cue waiting for a while, then more waiting as a massive Confederacy army flooded down the main path past us. Then we attacked, catching the unguarded camp and killing a fair few before the rest fortified the bar. Then we pulled back, ganked the army's rearguard and went to help out in the woods. I was a bit slow for that, cause one of the Twilight Embassy got badly hurt and I patched him up.
Then we got to have fun with the one who had got away from the main fight and were retreating.
Quote of the day was "Are you dead?" - "No but I'm in massive trouble." - "Double!"
Eventually I had to stop fighting for a minute to repair myself, and used the time to catch up with the main fight. By this point the shear number of invisible dead people going the other way showed that the Confederacy were having it tough. And so it was. They'd ground to a halt not far off the main path and were surrounded by a yelling, screaming, sacrificing horde of natives hurling fire and acid and all manner of vicious death at them. Every attempt to advance was quickly cut down, with the invaders unable to use their numbers to support the way they would on the field as unhelpful greenery got in the way.
Eventually they retreated, harrassed every step of the way out of the woods. At this point I thought we'd actually won. Sadly, it turned out some turncoat natives had poured caustic bile on it during the fight. But we'd still beaten them. We then decided to rampage and burn the bar down. I joined the flanking attack and ran down those who tried sneaking out the back. Then, with it getting quiet, I settled down to eat some of the latest victims, pausing only to help bring down some stragglers.
Friday was ok, except most of the natives didn't arrive until quite late. Did my first proper fighting against various undead hordes that arrived. Used for the first time my 'get battered, then restore everything and start fighting again' skills. It's nice to be independent for other help; it's part of the Tlaxti philosophy.
Saturday was both boring and amusing, largely because I was carefully avoiding the large number of Merisusi who'd turned up looking for 'justice' for their city being burned to the ground. Sadly for them no one had the faintest clue who Raid Hive were, and they were reduced to randomly questioning passing myrmidons as to their Hive, a question which of course got the same lie I've been telling everyone for two years. Much to our amusement the only people they eventually caught up with were the members of Teca Tribe that hadn't been there, and so couldn't be convicted. Usually the northerners don't bother much with evidence, so having them reach for it just when it wasn't there any more was laughable.
Then there was The Plan, which I only learned about come Sunday morning when the meeting started. It was a good plan, to construct a Coyote monument to sink all the northerner lands into the sea, and coincidentally kill all the northerners present as well. The best part of the plan was that they'd have to come into the woods after us to stop it.
So, I was part of the thrust into the soft underbelly, largely because most of my skills involve repairing myrmydons and the two I could find were going that way. Cue waiting for a while, then more waiting as a massive Confederacy army flooded down the main path past us. Then we attacked, catching the unguarded camp and killing a fair few before the rest fortified the bar. Then we pulled back, ganked the army's rearguard and went to help out in the woods. I was a bit slow for that, cause one of the Twilight Embassy got badly hurt and I patched him up.
Then we got to have fun with the one who had got away from the main fight and were retreating.
Quote of the day was "Are you dead?" - "No but I'm in massive trouble." - "Double!"
Eventually I had to stop fighting for a minute to repair myself, and used the time to catch up with the main fight. By this point the shear number of invisible dead people going the other way showed that the Confederacy were having it tough. And so it was. They'd ground to a halt not far off the main path and were surrounded by a yelling, screaming, sacrificing horde of natives hurling fire and acid and all manner of vicious death at them. Every attempt to advance was quickly cut down, with the invaders unable to use their numbers to support the way they would on the field as unhelpful greenery got in the way.
Eventually they retreated, harrassed every step of the way out of the woods. At this point I thought we'd actually won. Sadly, it turned out some turncoat natives had poured caustic bile on it during the fight. But we'd still beaten them. We then decided to rampage and burn the bar down. I joined the flanking attack and ran down those who tried sneaking out the back. Then, with it getting quiet, I settled down to eat some of the latest victims, pausing only to help bring down some stragglers.