Gather round folks, pull up a chair, I have a tale to tell of hope, despair, victory and then more despair. It was a bright morning and being the brave, bold warrior that I am, I decided to set forth on an adventure alone to lay siege to a mighty castle in the Eternal Battlegrounds. Taking on such a challenge with nothing but a sword would have been foolish, so I took with me a blueprint for an amazing invention called a Catapult. I grabbed some supplies from a nearby ally and set out on my quest. During my journey to the tower, I came across many enemies who were seeking out adventurers such as myself but I was too quick and cunning to be caught. Before I knew it I reached my destination, Langor Gulch.
Following the instructions given to me, I began building the catapult contraption below the tower out of sight with what little supply I had managed to carry. Was it hidden well enough? Would it be able to see the wall? Was I about to die a horrible death? I had no time for such thoughts because I quickly realised I would need more materials to complete it. So I set about ferrying supplies from nearby allies. During my final trips return, an eagle eyed enemy spotted me across the battlefield and gave chase. Thankfully, I managed to hide behind a wall. The best hiding spot I had ever found. When the coast was clear, I returned to the catapult and made the finishing touches so that I could begin my seige. I delicately fired the first round but alas, it could not fire high enough over the cliff. I was about to lose all hope when I noticed that hitting the top of the cliff still somehow magically did some damage to reinforced wall above. Huzzah!
I went about slowly firing the machine every few seconds, praying to the old gods and the new that none of my enemies would wisen up to my mischeivous plan, but unfortunately it was not to be. An enemy guardian soon heard news of the attack and sought me out. Upon arrival he spotted my contraption and came to put a stop to it. My plan was falling apart before my eyes and for a second I froze. All my training as a cub, all of the time spent with my warband and still, I froze. Before I could react he was upon me, zapping me with his glowing staff. I retaliated with force, striking him with my hammer. We battled for what felt like an eternity, but we were both too equally matched. It was at this point that I knocked him out and used the opportunity to slip out of the mists and back into Tyria. A valiant effort if I may say so myself, but one that was ultimately thwarted. This concludes my story, gief me gold for the gr8 story telling.