I had been looking forward to this, my first 'event' in PS, and was there throughout, running all the way from DR to the action at least twice, and then all the way back to Hydlaa, but due to not knowing I had to 'sign up', I wasn't included and didn't get the rewards. Lesson learned for next time!
It's possible I missed the important instructions due to a crash right at the beginning and the lag with 'only' 50+ players was insane at times.
Lovthis joined some other townsfolk at the North gates and helped (in a very small way!) to kill one 'naut, but the second one did for her. She then decided to look for the action and ran straight into a big battle between the 'nauts and a lot of magic users.
"It's a good job I can run backwards while firing off arrows!", she thought as the Maulber advanced on her.
It was chaotic! She took to the high ground and loosed of a couple of hundred arrows before the area was declared clear.
She knew her arrows were next to useless against the 'nauts, but Lovthis kept firing, enjoying the sport. She was single-minded in her attacks and even between battles, nothing could break her concentration. If others had tried to engage her in conversation, it was as a fly buzzing around her head, a minor distraction as she scanned the hills and valleys searching for her next target.
Only once did she call out a warning, the walkers had moved forward towards the entrance to the Bronze doors and Lovthis, atop the cliff, was re-packing her arrows and shouldering her bow, readying to overtake the walkers again. Suddenly, another 'naut appeared below her in the narrow pass.
"Behind you!", she shouted, hoping someone would hear, and then started raining arrows down on the beasts head.
She wasn't sure where the magic users came from, some from the rear of the walkers, some from further back possibly, but soon the creature was dispatched. She made her way back to the cliff edge to check if the way was clear. There was a sound from below the cliff, indescribably loud, and then she was in the Death Realm. "The sneaky (untranslatable)!", she thought to herself as she began, once again, the long trek to the fortress.