Part Two in a Three Part Series. Part One can be found here.
Brules the cowardly coward had to be punished. Hence, we declared war on his guild at the time, PoV. PoV, despite their Trammel nature, is no slap dash group of fourteen year old wannbe anti-semites. No, we would have to plan carefully if we hoped to prevail. The first order of business was infiltrating the guild, which my associate applejack did with ease. The next order of business was to devise a plan. applejack informed me of a weekly guild meeting. We decided to attend, albeit with me in ghost form. Our hope was to obtain useful intelligence.
The first order of business was creating a public message board. A worry was expressed that that dastardly chumbucket and his wily associates might cause trouble if they could obtain information on guild activities via such a message board. Indeed, the nefarious chumbucket had only recently been sighted nosing around the PoV keep.
While it may be true that there were people there "with real skills," we could only understand Maleus boastful "I would like to see anyone come here and do anything" as polite request. [cA] highest hope is to give to the people, like the salivating dogs they are*, what they demand.
A plan was devised.
A week passed. The next PoV guild meeting came into order. In attendance were the usual PoV rabble including applejack's spy plus my own ghost. PoV of course did not know this, nor did they know that at a nearby keep [cA] was having a small meeting of its own.
As you can see here, we were all decked out in the really fancy special dye tub purple that is PoV's official guild color. applejack had of course supplied with these fine threads, but at the PoV meeting a rather hilarious conversation was unfolding.
Now there quite a few funny things in there, but I was referring to the poor fellow had his cloth stolen quite recently. That would be Shawn, who you are probably familiar with now (or at least recently) as a member of POO, a very intelligent group of gentleman about whom no one has ever laughed. Serious lads with none more serious than Shawn. But I digress
The attack came suddenly. Our forces were divided into two squads. The first squad was lead by Matron de Winter. She and two others stormed in from the right of the keep and began an unceasing chain of Earthquakes, one at a time and all from scrolls. As the second Earthquake was casted, Matron sent signal to me, leader of the second squad. I immediately casted a gate to the porch of of the PoV keep, which we knew to be unlocked and unsecure. In rushed my band of seven or eight newly created characters, all armed to the teeth with Greater Explosions. The beauty of a Greater Explosion is the if you throw on the first floor, it damages people on the second floor.
A wave of sudden and hitherto unexpected death washed over the forces of Trammel. Once they got their wits about them, PoV mustered a counterattack, but little was to be gained by attacking characters with fifty strength and no combat skills. A few of our people brought in LEET PVPers, and some combat was had. Alas, Matron lost connection as was her style at the time, and fell. Otherwise, [cA] considered themselves triumphant having taken down several [PoV] in the opening moments of combat and most assuredly giving Maleus what he wanted and asked for.
Alas, [PoV] made the decision to from that moment forward keep their keep secure. No more hijinks were to be had. Or at least none were to be had at that keep. There were still some to be had at their rune library. Alas, the CAPET BOMB did not look as nice as I hoped, but, as I said, it is the though that counts.
And so with yet another occupant of Trammel beaten, [cA] look to the future and the Trammelites to be found there. I leave you with my favorite of the screenshots I have. Please say a little prayer for the innocent animals caught in the crossfire. Ostards have souls too, you know!
* With apologies to Krusty the Klown.
Special thanks to Johnny Hobo and various RIP members for some assistance with the LEET PVP!
