ARENA OF HONOR - NEW SOLO ADVENTURES

After an exhausting afternoon far from the lands of Westeros, sleep claimed me like an inevitable cloak, saving my strength for the new and magnificent Arena of Honor, where the true battle would be fought between only two factions, for the rest were nothing more than shadows: mirror clones incapable of sustained pressure. SkyRocket had summoned all its warriors, but my late arrival sealed my fate: I was expelled for that round alone. There was no time for regrets; in Westeros, opportunities do not wait. So, upon waking and seeing the battle already raging, I decided to throw myself into the fight alone, randomly accepting whatever team fate dealt me. I knew that if fortune granted me a weak group, third place would be an honorable achievement. Without further thought, I signed up… and waited, like one who enters war not knowing if he will return in glory or in ashes.

Upon entering the grand arena of honor, I saw Stereor and Blanco X, two prominent BDR players, among my allies. However, my former team and ImperialRock's team were also there, practically surrounded by titans, making it difficult to secure first place. We decided to build half trading posts and half offensive camps to capture House Baratheon, which we did manage to do. But... no one was quick enough, and that building was lost; a small opportunity... lost due to a lack of communication within the team. That was the team's Achilles' heel; no matter how strong the players, communication is crucial. Nevertheless, we decided to press on, focusing on the altars.

There weren't many problems at the altars and minor buildings, since with the reduction of factions, the pressure was less, except in key buildings, such as the Altar of the Maiden, since that boosts the points obtained from the exchange posts.

The pressure was relentless, like a relentless winter. Our best rider, Stereor, rode at the front, facing almost single-handedly the majority of ImperialRock's forces. His cavalry, swift and ferocious like the Dothraki themselves, cut through the enemy lines, but even the most skilled warrior can fall without reinforcements.

And there I was, the only one coming to his aid… even though I lacked cavalry, his most powerful troop. My support was valiant, yes, but insufficient to match the force of their charges. It was like trying to stop a storm with a wooden shield.

The lack of communication struck us like enemy blades. It wasn't a single weak point, but two gaping wounds in the middle of the battlefield. Even so, surrender was never an option. We stood firm, for the other factions—those soulless, mindless clones—were already subdued. What was being fought before us wasn't a war for survival, but a battle for honor.

We fought for a place on the podium, for any position that could earn us points and bring us closer to our desired rank. In the Arena of Honor, even third place could shine like a well-earned crown. And with that thought burning like wildfire in our hearts, we kept moving forward, without looking back.

In the case of Blanco X, it was easier to assist him, since he was infantry like him. Although IMPERIALROCK was crushing him despite our advantage from the counterattack damage, we managed to seize the Dragonpit... and finally, the last building, the City of Glory, would arrive. We weren't in a position to compete, since there wasn't enough cavalry to support Stereor; his rally attacks weren't even fully deployed. So, it was difficult to hold that building because they don't attack solo there, but in a rally... so we decided to keep them out of the way.

We decided to go with Stereor to reclaim the Dragonpits, even though we had little cavalry to assist him and faced constant attacks from Imperialrock. The occupation time was enough to retake at least one... there was no tiebreaker here, we were simply securing a place...

I headed straight for the Mine Shaft, even knowing that without reinforcements I would be swept away like a leaf in a gale. In the first round, Thor Storm edged me out by the narrowest of margins, as if the gods had tipped the scales in his favor for the briefest of moments.

I retreated for a few moments, not to flee, but to await his inevitable counterattack. And when he returned, the earth trembled beneath his feet… but this time victory was mine, though also by an almost imperceptible margin. A worthy duel. A clash of titans amidst the chaos.

Despite the disadvantage, I knew that this encounter had been valuable to me. In arenas dominated by giants, even a spark can illuminate the field.

When the war finally came to an end, our team secured third place. We may not have been the best in communication or support… but we fought with everything we had in this first, new duel. And in the arena, where glory is coveted by all, there are no small victories when you fight with heart.

Epilogue

As silence fell over the Arena of Honor, I stood gazing at the ruins and the tattered banners. The wind caressed the walls as if it longed to tell tales of what had just transpired.

We had arrived alone, disorganized, without a fixed strategy. And yet, with every blow and every defense, we had proven that even a fractured team can leave its mark on history.

Third place was not a punishment, but an omen: a promise that if we were capable of this in our first contest, what would follow could be legendary.

With renewed spirits and our eyes fixed on the next call to battle, I knew this duel would not be remembered for the position achieved… but for the way we fought it.

And so, with the steel still hot and my honor intact, I prepared myself for whatever the next Arena might offer.