You had us.
Right from the start, we didn't stand a chance and you knew that.
But unfortunately for you, the moment you realized that is precisely when we did have a chance. It was the very realization that you, as you have been for the past several days, could stomp us into the earth. This was going to be a stomping.
But you didn't win, did you?
So...what happened?
Well let's review what happened. We do what we always do when we first enter Tol Barad and that is we run to take the Ironclad Garrison first. That is where the circle typically begins. From there, we can either stage a takeover upon Warden's Vigil or Slagworks and the ouroboros goes round and round and either we eat your tail faster and win or you eat ours faster and we lose.
But you decided, with all your firepower, you could just simply waltz into ICG and meet us head on and crush us. And that is exactly what you did. But in one act of defiance, before you crushed us and denied us even our usual initial, perfunctory victory, we managed to take down one of your men.
This seemed like an insignificant event. A triviality. But ah, no, this was actually the first stroke of your demise. You simply hadn't realized it yet. No one at this point, in fact, had realized it yet. Not even me.
But I am a tenacious defender. Although you had shown your mighty prowess and totally crushed our force in a bold head-on attack, I was not yet deterred. This kill had provided us with an opportunity—one which I was to take advantage of.
I moved upon the rusty old siege engine. Our singular victory over one of your men had allowed me entry into the vehicle and I rode it up the hill to its final destination—the West Tower. This had been played out a thousand times before and is likely to a thousand times again. The only use the tower had was for propaganda purposes—to show that we were making progress, that we were worth more time.
But you. Oh you and your brute strength, your terrible prowess. You followed me, didn't you? Up the hill you and your man went as I steered the second engine up the slope and parked it. You were going to deny us wholly, not only in objectives, but in pride too.
Oh but you didn't stop there, did you? Not only did you seek to injure the pride of the Alliance, but you wanted to make it personal. You wanted to make me weep. So you left your man to tear down my work as you thrashed, you beat, you pummeled me. You knew victory was so easily in grasp, you sought to dominate me.
It was at that point the realization struck me. You had shown your weakness. Your arrogance. And I, yes sir, I was going to take advantage of this. So I let you. I let you beat, and pummel, and thrash. I let you spit on my pride. What was I going to do to fight back? I, a simple paladin healer of the Alliance, could do nothing but take your insults and your injuries and turn the other cheek.
And so I set my sights southward, to the next tower. I knew what I had to do. And you followed me, you little beast. You followed me, unwittingly, gloatingly, terribly with me, thrashing, beating, pummeling all the while. I took it and led you down there where finally able to reach the next engine, I dove in, looking like a coward. Oh yes, I did, I looked beaten and scared and like all I wished to do was drive away from you.
And you fell for it, didn't you? Yes. You did. And I rode up the hill and that engine too did I park. I was quick to mount my steed and leave you for the next engine. My plan was already in action and you let me go.
Before the first engine had fallen to your terrible power, I parked the second alongside the first. You had a friend with you now, ripping my siege apart—it didn't stand a chance.
But I simply galloped off, in search of another engine. You see, I knew. While you and your friends were all hard at work intending to deny us wholly—crush our spirits—I knew you were soon to be a victim of your own arrogance.
By then, Warden's Vigil had fallen. Slagworks had fallen. You see, I was the only one driving those engines. My allies were busy at work elsewhere, securing victory for us. Now the circle was nearly complete. And where were you?
You were at the South Tower, trying to break my spirit. Oh you pitiful fools. If only you had known that the siege wasn't there to take down the towers. It was there to keep your simple minds occupied.
No towers fell in Tol Barad that battle. You had made sure of that. But with no adequate fighting force to resist us, Tol Barad had become ours.
SUCKAS!
Right from the start, we didn't stand a chance and you knew that.
But unfortunately for you, the moment you realized that is precisely when we did have a chance. It was the very realization that you, as you have been for the past several days, could stomp us into the earth. This was going to be a stomping.
But you didn't win, did you?
So...what happened?
Well let's review what happened. We do what we always do when we first enter Tol Barad and that is we run to take the Ironclad Garrison first. That is where the circle typically begins. From there, we can either stage a takeover upon Warden's Vigil or Slagworks and the ouroboros goes round and round and either we eat your tail faster and win or you eat ours faster and we lose.
But you decided, with all your firepower, you could just simply waltz into ICG and meet us head on and crush us. And that is exactly what you did. But in one act of defiance, before you crushed us and denied us even our usual initial, perfunctory victory, we managed to take down one of your men.
This seemed like an insignificant event. A triviality. But ah, no, this was actually the first stroke of your demise. You simply hadn't realized it yet. No one at this point, in fact, had realized it yet. Not even me.
But I am a tenacious defender. Although you had shown your mighty prowess and totally crushed our force in a bold head-on attack, I was not yet deterred. This kill had provided us with an opportunity—one which I was to take advantage of.
I moved upon the rusty old siege engine. Our singular victory over one of your men had allowed me entry into the vehicle and I rode it up the hill to its final destination—the West Tower. This had been played out a thousand times before and is likely to a thousand times again. The only use the tower had was for propaganda purposes—to show that we were making progress, that we were worth more time.
But you. Oh you and your brute strength, your terrible prowess. You followed me, didn't you? Up the hill you and your man went as I steered the second engine up the slope and parked it. You were going to deny us wholly, not only in objectives, but in pride too.
Oh but you didn't stop there, did you? Not only did you seek to injure the pride of the Alliance, but you wanted to make it personal. You wanted to make me weep. So you left your man to tear down my work as you thrashed, you beat, you pummeled me. You knew victory was so easily in grasp, you sought to dominate me.
It was at that point the realization struck me. You had shown your weakness. Your arrogance. And I, yes sir, I was going to take advantage of this. So I let you. I let you beat, and pummel, and thrash. I let you spit on my pride. What was I going to do to fight back? I, a simple paladin healer of the Alliance, could do nothing but take your insults and your injuries and turn the other cheek.
And so I set my sights southward, to the next tower. I knew what I had to do. And you followed me, you little beast. You followed me, unwittingly, gloatingly, terribly with me, thrashing, beating, pummeling all the while. I took it and led you down there where finally able to reach the next engine, I dove in, looking like a coward. Oh yes, I did, I looked beaten and scared and like all I wished to do was drive away from you.
And you fell for it, didn't you? Yes. You did. And I rode up the hill and that engine too did I park. I was quick to mount my steed and leave you for the next engine. My plan was already in action and you let me go.
Before the first engine had fallen to your terrible power, I parked the second alongside the first. You had a friend with you now, ripping my siege apart—it didn't stand a chance.
But I simply galloped off, in search of another engine. You see, I knew. While you and your friends were all hard at work intending to deny us wholly—crush our spirits—I knew you were soon to be a victim of your own arrogance.
By then, Warden's Vigil had fallen. Slagworks had fallen. You see, I was the only one driving those engines. My allies were busy at work elsewhere, securing victory for us. Now the circle was nearly complete. And where were you?
You were at the South Tower, trying to break my spirit. Oh you pitiful fools. If only you had known that the siege wasn't there to take down the towers. It was there to keep your simple minds occupied.
No towers fell in Tol Barad that battle. You had made sure of that. But with no adequate fighting force to resist us, Tol Barad had become ours.
SUCKAS!
