Summary of Events

As howls raised through the air, the Gifted gathered near the Mithril's Anvil landing pad, preparing to defend the city.

The first wave struck with over a hundred wolves amongst Mithril's Anvil, swarming the various Gifted, but they were no match for the claws of the dragons and the swords and arrows of the bipedal races! They fell as swiftly as they came. However, in the meantime, Harro was facing the wrath of the wolf packs as well! Gifted hurried over there the instant Mithril's Anvil was declared safe and faced the ocean of wolf pelts...

As the packs fell, Mani stepped out of the shadows, howling his dismay. The well-known wolf charged the Gifted! But he, too, fell, despite the rush of adrenaline powering his unnatural strength. With Harro cleared, the Gifted moved out to search for the rest of nature's enraged subjects. It wasn't too long before a pack of undead wolves was found outside the city, but these were dispatched after some initial struggles. Fanning out again, the Gifted searched far and wide for the next bunch.

The next group was found as in the form of treants attacking the Imperial Outpost! The Gifted quickly burned these living pieces of wood to the ground. Victory did not come that easy - Thornwood Treants backed up the assault, led by Thistleface himself. A few of the defenders fell at his deadly bough whips, but eventually, they were victorious.

Further down the path, the Gifted found a group of reinforcements for the treants mixed in with some Gruoks. No match for the flame breaths of the dragons!


As the Gifted neared the Selen Forest, they noticed something was wrong... no longer were they fighting nature, but instead, they were going head-to-head with ghosts. This couldn't be a good sign! They dispatched these Aegis scum, moving deeper into the woods, killing anything out of the ordinary. It wasn't long before they ran across a Greater Blight Anchor! No wonder these animals and constructs were so enraged - one of the older forests of the land was being infected with the dirty tendrils of Blight!

The Gifted turned their claws on this dreadful thing, knocking it down. In its last moments, it served as a small portal connected to the deadlands, bringing forth Daknor to try and push away the Gifted. Alas, he, too, fell, but the day was not yet won...

Over the hilltop came a massive ancient wolf, his body riddled with scars and his eyes mad with the touch of the Aegis' influence. He saw the Gifted standing where the infection began and attacked without mercy...


Lots of fighting and death points later, the old wolf finally fell, letting the Gifted claim their victory over not only the Blight, but also the wrath of nature!

Thank you all for participating! This was certainly a fun one for me. I hope you all enjoyed yourselves as well