Illuvataar shook off that usual feeling you get when you teleport to Molvik, remembering all those times that he had come here before, and even back to Braemar and Thidranki.

In Thidranki he had been your average ranger, only his bow was anything but average.  A beautifully crafted bow given to him by the elven leader in Tir na Nog, it would easily lay low any but the toughest warrior.  Frequently he had defended the keep of Thidranki Faste from the enemy realms of Albion and Midgard, and most of those times he had succeeded.  In fact the only time he had ever lost was late one night when a nightshade came running into the keep screaming incoherently, we managed to get out the words “two hundred Albs” before he died from the sheer shock.

I myself was stunned into disbelief, two hundred? Surely not!  No such force had ever set foot in this land, but the poor little Lurikeen brother of mine was right, no sooner had we disposed of his body in a seemly manner than a massive thud shook the keep, the main gate was under attack.  I mounted the wall and peered down, and there they were, 200 theurgests of the earth, wind, and ice specializations.

There was no need for a ram, they could take the doors out with their pets alone! And indeed they did, we thirty Hibs put up a staunch defense against this force but we were no match, we laid at least one hundred low and I myself added sixteen notches to my gauntlet. Eventually we were pushed into the main tower of the keep, and when the enemies broke down the doors we held our ground until we knew there was no hope, we jumped down the back side and rushed into the river and over the bridge.  And looking back I saw the flag of Albion being raised over the fortress.

But that day I left the ancient land for a new one, the land of Braemar, where I lead many a raid on the great fortress of Dun Braemar, erected by my own kinsman, the Hibernian's.  There I slew enemies beyond count and wounded a great many more, every friend I made died within a week, and every enemy I made died within seconds.  However I soon grew out of this place and went looking for a better battle to fight.  And so my search brought me to the land of Molvik, where I spent most of my time.

There I mastered the technique of the Trueshot which would penetrate even the most powerful bladeturn.  And now I was back, ready to launch my last raid against Molvik Faste, and successful or not I would leave that place that day.

To be Continued…..