Tamlan of Albion

First Son of Albion and Champion of Hibernia, Kaosfuryy.

I too would like to take a moment and thank you, my friend, for all that you did here in Albion! Your efforts to help nurture our neophytes, as well as inspire our veterans is greatly appreciated! Your outreach to both old-timers as well as new blood, to bring them into the game that we both love, was and is so needed right now! You are a bright and precious star, and your absence under the banner of Albion is felt gravely. My heart is heavy, but I am glad that you are among friends. Hibernia is blessed to have you in their ranks.

When I first met you and you told me that you were here to help raise awareness of the Phoenix server, I thought that was a noble goal. It inspired me to be a more positive and helpful person as well. When you told me that you were here alone and that your guild would not be joining you, I felt genuine sadness for you. Guilds are a lot like family; I can only imagine what it would be like to voluntarily leave your friends and toil amongst another realm, no matter how just the cause.

Over time, I could feel your growing frustration and discontent. Ultimately, your place is with your friends and your guild; with the people that you love and that love you in return. I hope that they do not take your friendship or your skills for granted. I also hope that you continue your outreach and your streaming to help bring good people to this server and to the game that we both love, even if some of those people join you in Hibernia, or even Midgard. The game is better when all realms are healthy. Friendly rivalries between realms, guilds, and even individuals are all part of what makes this game such a wonderful experience.

You give me too much credit calling me a Commander. I'm not a leader. At least, not a very good one. But I am passionate about the game, and about my Realm. I will never stop promoting Albion: It is my first love. We have a diversity here that is refreshing at times, frustrating occasionally, and agonizing periodically. We sometimes fight each other with as much zeal as we do our enemies. But at the end of the day, we are Albionians. We stand together! We rise to the occasion!

For Albion!

The night after you returned to Hibernia, my group hit and sacked Boldiam, which your guild had claimed earlier in the day. As the doors fell, I told the group that the Hospitallers were going to claim once it was taken. It was a fitting capstone for the evening.

Night hung over Caer Boldiam like a funeral shroud. The Lord's room was lit only by a few sputtering torches set in sconces on the walls. The fading light caused shadows to dance on the blood-stained walls. Tamlan picked her way through the carnage. The previous Hibernian Lord of Caer Boldiam and his Draghtu clan guards had put up a determined fight, but without reinforcements from his faraway homeland, his fate had been sealed on the tips of Albionian steel. As she stood looking at his prostrate corpse, she allowed herself to wonder if he had a family back in his homeland. She wondered how the Draughtu leaders would inform them of his passing. Did he have a mate? Children? Would they grieve for him? Unbidden grief boiled up inside her, and with it came the tears. A gentle breeze from an open embrasure caught her off-guard; it was the scent of Hibernian Lavender. She blinked to clear her vision. She was still alone in the tower. Her companions that had accompanied here, Hospitallers all, member of her own clan, had already descended the tower and were waiting for her in the courtyard. They would be wondering what was taking her so long up here, alone. She took a deep breath, adjusted the mace that hung at her side, and cast a final somber look around before starting slowly towards the staircase. As she left, she paused, eyes closed and turned her head slightly as if to address the lonesome ghosts of the thousands that had fought and died here.

"This was for you, Kaosfuryy, Fallen Son of Albion. Requiescat in Pace."

For the Realm! For Arthur! For Albion!