Lundar's Library

Day 81, Year 538 of the Ascendancy

Early this morn was held ELF’s monthly clan
meeting. After discussing several issues pertaining to the clan, it was
decided that we would hunt today in the Orga Camp. Several members
wished to hunt in the Snaggle Wood, but I managed to convince them that
a hunt in Orga Camp 2 would be more fun. I’d not hunted in OC2 in a
long time, and I strongly wished to see if anything there was new.
Little did I know that my decision would lead to unforseen trouble…

The Tangle Wood was as tangled as ever, and we met
up with many beasts on the way to Orga Camp. After dispatching our
foes, we were again beset by beasts within the Orga Camp, including the
larger variety of orga such as the Orga Rage and Orga Berserk. Finally,
we stood before the entryway to OC2. I stood by the entry, and opened a
path where before there was none, pumping my spirit into the gateway
until it grew big enough for a man to pass through. Fleming volunteered
to scout out OC2, and he dived through the trees, and moments later,
dived back out. He reported that there were no big orga in OC2, though
he had spotted 3 Warlocks. “Easy” boasted Stryfe, but Fleming warned us
that it could be dangerous to go in with the few healers that we had.
Finally, it was decided that a few of us would go in first, and the
rest would follow later. However, things did not go exactly as they
were planned.

Stryfe was the first to fall. He fell to a large
orga that Fleming had missed. Now, our clan was scrambbling to rescue
the fallen sylvan. A few more of us went in, and were also falled by
the Orga Rage, or by the Warlocks who seemed to have multiplied in
numbers. We managed to rescue a few of the mangled sylvans, but several
had to depart. After that I kept my big mouth shut, and we hunted in
the Snaggle Wood instead.

After hunting in the Snaggle Wood for two hours or
so, we all returned to town; many of my clan mates retiring for the
day, or returning to their studies. I myself retired to the Academy for
some rest and relaxation, burrying my nose in a book. However, my
peaceful meditation was broken when the Mystic Aki’s desparate cry rang
over the sunstone: “town all falling to darshak!” I quickly set aside
my book, and made my way for town. I was surprised at the number of
pirates that were invading; I barely made it to town thanks to
marauding Darshak Scouts and Invaders. I ran into Town Center, bleeding
from several sword wounds, and joined a group of exiles within the
temle, gradually ridding Town Center of Darshak. We then began to push
the Darshak back, out of our town.

We fought the Darshak visciously, struggling to
push them back. Oft times we had to fall back a little because of a
surge of Darshak, but we did not give our ground easily. We cut through
the ranks of pirates, pushing them to the west of town. There, the
Darshak were joined by more of their numbers from the beach, and a
desparate battle raged on, the exiles often falling back before the
hordes of Darshak. Eventually we made our way to the beach, where stood
literally hundreds of Darshak, and we were very hard pressed to hold
them back. We managed to hold the pirates at the west gate, gradually
depleting their numbers until there were no Darshak left. It was quite
an invasion, and the first one that we’ve had in quite a while. Luckily
for us, there were no “elite” Darshak present at the invasion, but next
time we may not be so fortunate. (Check out a Vision Stone of part of the Darshak Invasion.)