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Do You Mind If We Dance With Your Dates? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Wednesday, December 27, 2000 --  tigole

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Question: What do you do if your Merry Band of Whoopass has a bunch of MIA clerics over the Holiday season?

Answer:

Venril, king of the poosae lizards. . .dead again.

I'm not sure what everyone's up to but I keep expecting tumble weeds to blow through whatever zone I am in.  Looking forward to everyone returning from their holiday travels so that some real beat down can take place.  We still owe a few giants a piece of what-for, an LoS style vendetta.  Some Dorfs come to mind to that are just begging to be spanked (sigh, not Desp. . .Nameless isn't PvP or we'd be all over that).  So to quench some our thirst for keeeling tonight we threw together a quick Venril raid.  Was fun, we dropped him with 17. . .only 3 wizards. . .no deaths of course.  Drops were extremely good. . .if you're the LoS bank that is.  Elder Spiratualists Greaves and a Necro Staff.  Polo will be hawking those greaves in an EC tunnel near you. . .start farming some phat trade lewts Druids.

Hope everyone had a nice Holiday.  Mine was excellent although I am excited for the return of my guildmates and welcome the end of this Fa La La business.  I'm guessing we won't be back to full speed until after the New Year.  Speaking of New Year's. . .I might miss my New Year's Eve party because I can't find a goddamn kennel for the dog for the night.  The real problem is those assholes -- the Tournament of Roses.  Those rat-bastards throw a big-ass parade three blocks from where I live every year.  Getting in and out of Pasadena on New Years is like trying to escape from Alcatraz.  So if I go to this party, the dog needs to be looked after. . . SIGH. . .does anyone actually watch the parade anyway?  I mean, it's kind of disturbing if you think they just load a bunch of dead foliage on a truck and millions of people line the streets to look at the garbage.  Go Away Parade.  Ah there was a point to all this.  If you see me online on New Year's Eve, I am in a shitty mood -- don't talk to me cause I am stuck sitting behind a computer while all my friends are celebrating as my dog lies un-kenneled at my feet because the goddamn Tournament of Roses runs their mo faka parade three blocks from my front door and every shlepper in America has to show up to watch the dying flowers inch down Colorado Boulevard at 5 miles per hour.

Did I mention I cannot wait for this season to be over?

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Our first Arlos imposter!

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Peace on Earth

War on Norrath

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I'd like to take a moment to thank all of my great friends for so many good times over the past year.  Hope you all have a fantastic holiday.  And please hurry back from wherever you slackers are -- there are too many mobs just sitting around begging for the LoS beatdown.  My daggers didn't get sharp stirring egg nog.  Let us not forget what this time of year is all about: Dominance, Smack-down, ownage, the conquering of Norrath, death of anything that crosses our path, Glory, and of course, phat lewtz.  Or at least I think that's what Santa was yapping about.  I don't speak Ogre.

--The Notorious T.I.G.

Ah the Holidays. . .All I can say is get me a bottle of something strong, lock the front door tight and pray for Tuesday.  In case you can't tell I've been finishing my Holiday shopping.  Didn't someone say this is supposed to be the season of joy?  Obviously whatever fool came up with that cockeyed notion never made it to the mall in December.

So Veeshan's Peak was on the schedule.  We start gathering on the roof, getting ready for some dragon whoop-ass.  Slowly it becomes clear that we're not going to have enough people to make an effective run.  Too many people gone for the holidays.  To combat some of the boredom and dissapointment of a cancelled VP trip, we decided to whack that fool dragon, Talendor, just because. . .

To give you an idea how low our numbers were, we only had four people survive the fight.  And two of them were bards.  (No, of course Tork didn't live -- who are you kidding?).  This is the part of the update where we all ooooooh and aaaaaah at the loot.  Only I sort of fugged up.  I died so I went to get some Chinese food while waiting on my res.  I'm sure we got something.  And I'm sure it went to someone very deserving. . .but that's about the most I can do for ya.

Well, before Veeshan's Peak I went with some people to Dragon Necropolis.  We were having a good time.  Mostly we were just trying to get some exp and the occasional decent drop.  We weren't after anything in particular, just fun.  Nizzarr picks up a named mob on track.  So we head towards it.  Turns out the mob is holding what looks like a Knuckleduster.  Everyone immediately starts thinking Willsapper.  We decide to pull the rat, even though he conned red to a 60, and see if we could keeeel he.  He was a poosae.  Galiaan, a ranger mind you, was tanking.  The mob procs slow -- Willsapper!  The mob is piercing -- Willsapper!  The mob is at a sliver.  Boom, he gates.  Next thing we know we are getting raped prison-style by every rat in the dungeon.  Anyone who has fought and been whiped out in Necropolis knows what a project CR can be.  CR takes up right until our Veeshan's Peak trip.  Big rush to get there only to have it cancelled.

After Talendor, I asked around to see who wanted to go back and try to get to the rat-bastard rat.  This time we take two groups.  Unfortunately, we had an accidental pull of the mob with the Willsapper, got him way too early as we were unprepared.  We whoop him but once again get bent over by his rodent buddies.  I get ressed in-fight and hide.  Polo checks the loot and it's a Willsapper.  All I can say is my guildmates kick-ass.  They went through hours of CR so I can now proudly call this bad-boy my new weap:

Two groups took a major sacrifice for me and I wont forget that.  I like to think that's the reason behind our success as a guild: Loyalty to one another and a spirit that never quits.  Well, that and tons of HGS.

Another highlight of the Necropolis trip was our encounter with Jaled Dar's Shade:

I'll wake the sleeper with a phat knife to the back.

One last thing. . .got two of these nice cloaks for all you AC sluts out there:

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