The Alterac Valley "300"
There we were. 15 of us, all hailing from different lands. Different backgrounds. Different PCs. Looking at the spawn list. Looking at what we had to face.

One of the more nervous in our ranks, a lowly geared druid from what could've been Bristol was heard to have said "'nother fucking hiding, damn n00b PVPers all going Horde!". For the umpteenth time, I was inclined to agree.

As of late, the Alliance population was surely outnumbered to the more cool looking Horde enemies, and as per usual we were outnumbered an impossible 15 to 40. But this time we had nerve. And determination. And a damn fine trick up our sleeve.

One of our numbers, a healer from the days of glorious yesteryear had studied the valley well, and knew of it's forgotten bounties. Very quickly he determined that we had one chance.

"Hold fast this line men!" he shouted, while indicating a northern path which the enemy had yet to storm through. With that, he whispered a colleague and together they climbed upon their mounts and run west through an adjacent valley which has long since been left abandoned. Myself and a few other heavily equipped men stood strong, our shields in front and our healers behind, and the enemy knew not of our mercy.

Alas, it was not without losses. Their numbers flew at our shields and blades, falling almost as quick as ourselves, yet they had further to travel back to the fight than us, so there was an unsteady equilibrium of blood and pixels filling our feet and screen. Our men were tired but unmoved, our enemies still strong and desperate to pass us for the ultimate goal....yet we would not give our ground. They could not pass.

Our resources were dangerously getting low by now; we were but 10 men defending against 40; 3 others had left to join the other 2, much to the bemusement of our struggling line, yet somehow we still survived, further filling the gaps with the corpses of our enemies.

All of a sudden, Alterac Valley receive a public shoutout...."Fucking hell guys, they are NOT GOING TO KNOW WHAT'S HIT THEM." Reprieve? Damn right it was. The priest of yesteryear was brought up playing this the first time it was released, when battles in Alterac Valley were usually a 6 hour ordeal involving fighting massive creatures who followed our every bidding and each fight for a strategic point could last for about an hour before falling into the enemy hands. The power of the summon was, and is still there, yet the eagerness of the newbies showed and they ignored this power.

The priest, along with the help of a few others, finished his incantation. In the centre of the valley, a massive creature grew out of the ground, the likes of which had not been witnessed for millennia (or possibly 3 years) and it screamed for blood. This giant moving tree creature saw his first victim; some poor n00b bastard warlock who was skipping across the Field of Strife thinking he was "King Dot Ganker the First". He run towards us on his summoned steed all happy, then suddenly noticed a giant and very fucking angry tree looking at him. He stopped, spun around and started running like fuck, but it was too late. Captain Redwood flattened him with a giant log arm with one sweep, then run off to find some more to swat about.

He helped wipe out the entire enemy. Bodies were strewn everywhere, and when the war was finally over my shield was lowered, and behold, it felt fucking awesome.

Then after signing out, I realized I only earned about 1,100 honour points for a good hour's fucking grind; that pissed me right off.
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Fri 9 Jul 2010, 22:16, 1 reply)

Alliance priests ftw!

(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Sat 10 Jul 2010, 0:37, closed)