It had seemed rather easy at first, slaying these winged demons. With Druidia and her pet satyr Guardianslayer and Gunvalkyire, it made quick and easy work dispatching these foul beasts back into the depths of whatever evil and dark place they came from. Out of the corner of Gunvalkyire's eye he spotted a top ranked Guardian charging into battle, thwarting our plans of completing our quest. There was little we all could do against such a mighty warrior and we both fell at her sword. Fafa was her name, and she was very deadly. We proceded to soul walk to our bodies and continue our quest into a cavern when suddenly popped out Fafa, swinging wildly, mad with the thirst of the blood of younger and weaker opponents. This was neither honorable nor justified, and we would take her bullying no longer! It just so happened that the mighty battle cleric, Multipas, was already enroute to our cause. Swiftly he rode through the mountaintops of Iron Pine Peak to come to the aid of his fellow guildmates. Once we were united we banded together and fought back the vicious brute Fafa and proceeded to stand at her corpse untill she gave up the fight and ran. Alas, this warrior was particularly stubborn (and slightly stupid) and continued to charge into the fight, charging into her certain demise. Over and over again we fought her, and time and time again she fell at our feet. Another guildmate rode into battle!! Borg, the mighty warrior, came to the aid of his brothers and sisters of Coventant of the Phoenix. We fought hard that day, not only for ourselves, but for all those weaker ranked Defiants who had ever been killed unjustly. No matter how many Fafa called we dispatched. Death was all the enemy knew that day. Death and sadness. For this day, they messed with the wrong guild. They messed with Covenant of the Phoenix!

