Lord Tecton announced it's time again, prepare!
The date set for Sarapin 538 He did declare.
So the news wound around through Cyrene,
Time for all citizens to ready and convene.

Meteor arrows, in high demand, keep the fletcher's wares bare,
Diamond dust in Rurins' shops also became quite rare.
Forestals stocked their herbs, the Runists, inks in all colors.
The Magi are called upon to enchant by the scores.

Combatants practice in the arena day and night,
Assembling to organise for the big fight.
Alliances are reaffirmed before the marked year;
Preparations come to a head as the date draws near.

On the anticipated date, Tharos signalled the start.
Coordinating with Shallam, Cyrene gathered to take part.
The Southern Vashnar location was taken soon after,
Held loyally and steadfastly by her citizens thereafter.

After planting a flag at the allied Shallamese-held hill,
Cyrene's offensive team planted NoT, quite a thrill.
Thus did Cyrene gain two stronghold locations,
Taking the lead through well-coordinated operations.

With the help of friends like Shallam and Eleusis,
Cyrene's tenacious flag planting was never amiss.
The Heart of the Vashnars extended their lead,
Points increasing faster, higher; none could supersede.

It's over! It's won! Cyrene is victorious!
An unprecedented lead, her citizens felt glorious.
Booze was shared as each participant told his or her story,
Of the Capture the Flag where Cyrene took the Effigy of Victory!



Penned by my hand on the 20th of Aeguary, in the year 553 AF.