Arena of Honor - unexpected twist

Hello lords and ladies! Welcome to another story about the challenges faced in the Arena of Honor! Two consecutive endings and a few extra invitations served to rekindle my former excitement for the event. Now at least, I held the title of King! :D

Just before the reset, I decided to fight match 1! So, I sent a raven to the leader of the team I had joined the previous week. The experience had been a success since all members were well coordinated and had adequate power. The answer to my message didn't take long to arrive, and the answer was 'yes'. There was a spot on the team, and I quickly joined my new old companions, and greeted everyone!

When the drums rumbled, I knew the moment had arrived. Soon we were entering the battlefield under the banner of House Stark. Our castle gleamed with an icy glow from the snow that constantly falls in the frozen North! "Winter is coming," I remembered the motto of House Stark. Was this a harbinger of the difficulties we were about to face?

Quickly, we set out to assess the enemy clans. I saw the opposing camps in the distance, lights flickering in the wind, siege engines lined up like ancient oaths. They had studied us as much as we had observed them. Unfortunately for us, the neighboring clan, Cada Tyrell, was made up of strong and well-known players, a mix of Fuk and FDH members. At least we already had information about the forces that would threaten us, while the members of the other clans were unknown to everyone.

We advanced with precision, initially taking our Clan castle and fortifications. The team always focused on trading posts. I personally thought it would be better to be bolder and focus on troop camps. The points of conquest of the Watchtowers, Catapults, etc. were significant. However, I understood that the trading posts represented a safe haven; so, as a simple soldier, I followed orders.

Among the enemies, Clan Baratheon was building infantry camps. This raised an alert for me, something that made my blood run cold, because I knew that this fact would make it difficult to conquer the neighboring clan's castle.

The vibration in the air stirred everyone. I watched the bubbles from the first altars fall, and I launched my troops into attack. With a quick nod, I ordered the advance. We moved forward with precision, taking some enemy altars while the enemy was still waking from its deep sleep.

The vibration in the air stirred everyone. I watched the bubbles from the first altars fall, and I launched my troops into attack. With a quick wave, I ordered the advance. We advanced with precision, taking some enemy altars while the enemy was still waking from its deep sleep. But soon the map burst into flames. First few minutes: absolute chaos. Marches crossing, bubbles falling, and the first messages in the chat already clamoring for reinforcements. I sent my troops to help some companions, while trying to withstand some attacks.

Lord MegWhite's infantry crashed against the walls of my wall, and the enemy troops were decimated. Even using a bleeding synergy, my formation and statistics far surpassed the strength of the opponent!

Surprisingly, I was still able to withstand the attack of Lord Avier's heavy cavalry.75 My soldiers celebrated, and the pride of victory gave everyone more impetus.

But despite the small victories, an alarm bell rang again. As I had imagined, the Baratheon clan had managed to dominate the Towers, and those points placed them in first place. While we struggled in third place overall... this forced us to attempt the City of Glory to reach greater heights.

When the bubble fell in the center of the map, I quickly initiated a rally and requested reinforcements. Aided by my companions, I launched the attack. The seconds felt like hours. Arrows rained down, steel roared, and shouts echoed across the map. Our spirits, however, did not. Did we retreat? No. We advanced fearlessly and raised the Stark banner in the City of Glory.

But the real challenge would be to withstand the attacks of all the enemy clans on the map. Attacks followed one after another, enemy banners fluttering. The wall still held firm. My soldiers, wounded and exhausted, endured, while I monitored every point. But then, a force – not unimaginable, for I already knew it – appeared on the horizon.

My alliance partner—but now an adversary on the map—was advancing toward us with a powerful march consisting of Dany and Daena (4*) in a synergy exploiting weakness. The attack was devastating, and my troops were decimated. Despite trying to regroup, I attempted a counter-attack, but again without any chance of overcoming the enemy forces.

Given the difficulties on the map, our team then focused all its attention on the mines. These points would at least allow us to place ourselves in second place...

And gradually, that strategy worked. While House Tyrell focused on maintaining GC, we continued draining every possible point in the map's mines. Slowly, we reached second place, and in a way, we were satisfied.

But with only a few minutes left in the match, a shadow that had been hidden on the map until then emerged! Kayden Break of Clan Targaryen, who had remained largely unremarkable throughout the battle, launched a devastating attack and managed to take control of Glory City. This allowed the opposing team to take the lead, while we fell to third place...

In the end, a bitter taste remained with such a turn of events. Now, we would have to recover our strength and rethink our strategies for future battles.