History 10: The War of 1,000 Withers

Unlike a lot of the history we've covered so far, this one jumps straight into the Fourth Age. This battle was a decisive victory for the four players that continously fought wave after wave of Withers to defend Sancre Tor. I wasn't around for the battle, but I've gathered a lot of information from the players. This is their story.

During the afternoon of an otherwise normal sunny day, shipbuilders working on the Dreadnought ship spotted a wither dangerously close to Sancre Tor'. Obviously worried by this, Quartermaster to the Dreadnoughts Infernal (Quartermaster) called upon his Captain for help. It was during this time that Infernal had noticed it wasn't just one wither but dozens. Within 5 minutes of the sighting, Captain Solo had joined into Mercia and rushed to Sancre Tor to regroup with his crew and decide their strategy. He eventually came up with the idea of pushing the Withers back into the lands of Kirmja and beyond.

Before this strategy could commence, @Salmon had also joined the world and was curious to what was going on. In an unlikely alliance, the Dreadnoughts and Salmon would band together in the first wave against the invaders. Armed and ready, they sailed towards Kirmja to face these beasts. One after the other, Nether stars fell like rain with Wither after Wither being destroyed. This wouldn't last; There were far too many to face, so in a desperate attempt to spread them out, Stellarbeast and Capt. Solo took to the seas to draw them into their territory. Infernal had gone to enlist reinforcements, leaving only the pair and Salmon to continue the fight.

It was during this time that all seemed hopeless. While the Withers were being beaten, so were the combatants. The heroes fell time and time again, but they came back every time harder and more experienced. Still in the seas, Infernal had returned to fight alongside them. "They're heading towards Sancre Tor" yelled Stellar. This made Solo realize that the withers couldn't be totally defeated. With Salmon informing everyone that the whole world was under attack, they decided to make one last charge into the Wither-infested lands.

"THIS WAY" shouted Infernal as they all touched down on the land. With the idea of luring them back, their priority became running into the land swinging until they couldn't go further. Tired from battle, the stopped in the Port of Peridom to catch their breath. Withers don't need to breath though, so the flying skulls never stopped. Two withers instantly fell before their eyes. Shocked as to why, they looked around and spotted a player. He killed two and was unharmed as if the withers hadn't known he was there.

Solo ignored this and ordered his men to pick themselves back up to fight towards Molestown. The heroes eventually made it there and would sail off to circle back around to Sancre. With a bittersweet victory of a battle that lasted seemingly days, the four celebrated aboard The Dreadnought ship. It was here that Capt. Solo offered the group drinks in his quarters. All exhausted, Solo gave his speech: Though the world may be lost, our deeds will forever be etched in Mercias' history. All will know when the world needed it most, we answered in kind. A toast! What it dead may never die! While the party was said to be quite the evening, only one line was heard during it.

"I never thought I would find myself drinking with Pirates.." - Salmon