The Great MSSW4 - [story form]

[Dragon_lord]

Note: I wrote this shortly after the MSSW4 ended. I was fairly sleepy so it might not be written the best way possible but I wanted the details to be as fresh in my mind as possible. I wrote this in story form, so please don't get into technicalities.

 

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It has been a year since the great armies have met in battle. I did my best to take part in this colossal tournament, but I had been too late. By the time I had arrived it was all over, and all I saw was my faction ecstatically cheering for their recent victory. I still remember the corpses of those massacred right at the entrance of the ruins. They had been mercilessly slaughtered by the gargantuan faction, now the victor, before they even had time to defend themselves.

 

 

 

I was pulled back into the present when my friend told me that we had arrived. Yes, it was a year later and the armies were to meet in battle yet again. I was amazed by the overwhelming number of combatants already present, as we were early. We quickly began looking for our other friend who said he would meet us there. It took us some time to find him amongst all the warriors, but we finally did. He welcomed us, and then asked "Did you bring the capes?" We had completely forgotten! What were we to do now? With a smile he assured us they were handing out capes for those without, for without it the faction members would recognize you as an enemy. It wasn't long before it was time to journey to the battlefield, and the soldiers split into divisions each following a general. We crossed the infamous Wilderness ditch and began moving forward. The march seemed shorter than it was, but it was not without problems. As we were making our way an arrow appeared out of nowhere and nearly hit my division's general. Nevertheless, we kept moving and were the first ones there.

 

 

 

The other divisions arrived soon after, and after that all we had to do was wait. A scout reported enemy forces awaited to the west, and one of the divisions swiftly made its way to the enemy's location. I had lost my friends since we arrived, and thought to seek them out. I hadn't been more than a few seconds into my search when a fight broke out. There were spies among us, and they had unexpectedly launched an attack on the loyal soldiers. There was much confusion; no one knew who was a backstabber and who wasn't. Only one thing was for sure, there were more than a mere handful of these double agents and they had been planted there by one of the factions. Our army literally began to fight itself, and reports stated that two other factions were making their way to the Ruins. I frantically continued searching for my comrades, but green capes were everywhere and they were all fighting. I looked everywhere, and was so focused on finding them that I did not notice the backstabbers who attacked me from behind. A blow to the head made me fall on the ground, and I lost consciousness.

 

 

 

I was awoken by a familiar voice. I had been taken to a safe place and my two friends were standing beside me. I quickly rose and asked if the battle was over. To my relief they answered that it wasn't, but if I hope to go back to the fight I better hurry. I swiftly grabbed my weapon and rushed back to the battle scene. The few enemy throngs had been wiped out nearly immediately, and the backstabber squad was dwindling in number. Before I knew it the battle was over, and we had won once again! The thunderous cheers of our soldiers echoed throughout the Wilderness. The leaders addressed the masses, and it was agreed that we would march to the cities of the world and wipe out the few survivors of the opposition. My friends and I followed our division to Falador and we felt like we were back during the Falador Massacre, only this time there were hundreds of killers sparing no one.

 

 

 

We slayed all whom we encountered, and half an hour later our faction had completely dominated every major city. My comrades and I entered the Falador pub and went upstairs to sit at our usual table. I ordered us a round of Asgarnian Ale and we sat back to drink it. We looked out the window and admired the setting sun shining down on our soldiers celebrating in Falador Square. It was a long day, but we survived it. The other factions will surely want revenge next year, but we'll be ready.