kangrave
07-12-2007, 09:30 PM
Edit: IT'd be nice if a mod could move this to the community discussion forum. =P
This is to satiate my burning desire to share a story of heroism, accomplishment, and serious pwnage.
This tale of epic proportions began during a normal, peaceful session of putting reanimated corpses out of their misery in Duskwood (being an undead, I felt their pain, so I generously decided to put them through a lot more before ending their semi-lives :o). As I was routinely grinding for delicious XP I looked over the hills and saw a stunning and graceful hero, epic looking like none before him (although he was not, in fact, wearing epic armor - being but a level 31 warrior).
As I recovered from witnessing the glory that was the hero I continued to stave off the two skeletal warriors that I had decided to "help" in their journey - to heaven, or hell, who know's which? Although my PVP was turned on I was sure that such an honorable looking Night Elf would do no harm to a lowly level 23 priest such as myself, most likely preferring to fight off the monsters terorizing the lands or other, more worthwhile battle-hardened opponents.
I was wrong... dead wrong (although that statement may be slightly misleading seeing as I did not die during the course of the story). As I was midway through the fight with the 2 undead (though not forsaken) warriors and my health and mana were falling below the midway point the Elven warrior suprised me and began to join in the battering on my thankfully not helpless body.
Reacting quickly, I did what any corageous and spirited (<-- though I prefer intellect more for PVP reasons) priest would do, I ran like hell. As I ran out of range I saw the two warriors, who apparently have ADHD, quickly lose interest in me and run back to wandering the graveyard aimlessly. The Elf however, continued to trail me. At that moment I decided to defend the honor and goals of my people by defeating an opponent against impossible odds (an opponent 8 levels higher and with full health versus me with less than half of both).
I proceeded to attempt to defeat him in the most honorable of ways. That being runing around 1 tree in a circle around 20 times and staying out of the FSR to regain most of my mana. Surprised the cunning looking (though apparently he only looked so) followed me 20 times around the tree never once attempting to switch directions to cut me off from the front I healed and then put my DOTs on him. Then, I blasted his mind followed by a session of flaying as he advanced.
After he struck a blow I decided that, hell, it was time to run again. I DOTted and repeated a few times (with continued circling around the tree, before running to a new tree and doing the same thing - to my surpise he NEVER learned to cut me off from the other side). After I finally finished him off and began to drink my victory drink and bask in my unexpected honor points I felt a rising terror in my spine. With my mana now only half full again (only having drunk for a few seconds) I turned my head (er, camera POV) to look where his corpse once was.... It was gone. Mere meters away was the newly ressurected warrior.
His pride obviously hurt he decided to rush me before I was able to fully recover. We nearly repeated the exact same motions as the previous fight and he ended up dead again. This happened a total of 7 times before he proceeded to either log off or accept res sickness as I never saw him again. I would share the less-than-worthy warriors name (and I still might if asked nicely... or even rudely enough) but I feel I should protect his pride from another serious blow for now.
Wow, I should get an oscar or something for that (Although I'm not sure if this tale could ever be in the same league with the GREAT tales coming from Hollywood such as the classic and touching film Soul Plane).
Note: All of this happened when I had a latency of above 1000 ms. O_O
And yes... I did lose the desire to put any effort into telling the story halfway through the post... What can I say... I'm lazy as hell. =P
This is to satiate my burning desire to share a story of heroism, accomplishment, and serious pwnage.
This tale of epic proportions began during a normal, peaceful session of putting reanimated corpses out of their misery in Duskwood (being an undead, I felt their pain, so I generously decided to put them through a lot more before ending their semi-lives :o). As I was routinely grinding for delicious XP I looked over the hills and saw a stunning and graceful hero, epic looking like none before him (although he was not, in fact, wearing epic armor - being but a level 31 warrior).
As I recovered from witnessing the glory that was the hero I continued to stave off the two skeletal warriors that I had decided to "help" in their journey - to heaven, or hell, who know's which? Although my PVP was turned on I was sure that such an honorable looking Night Elf would do no harm to a lowly level 23 priest such as myself, most likely preferring to fight off the monsters terorizing the lands or other, more worthwhile battle-hardened opponents.
I was wrong... dead wrong (although that statement may be slightly misleading seeing as I did not die during the course of the story). As I was midway through the fight with the 2 undead (though not forsaken) warriors and my health and mana were falling below the midway point the Elven warrior suprised me and began to join in the battering on my thankfully not helpless body.
Reacting quickly, I did what any corageous and spirited (<-- though I prefer intellect more for PVP reasons) priest would do, I ran like hell. As I ran out of range I saw the two warriors, who apparently have ADHD, quickly lose interest in me and run back to wandering the graveyard aimlessly. The Elf however, continued to trail me. At that moment I decided to defend the honor and goals of my people by defeating an opponent against impossible odds (an opponent 8 levels higher and with full health versus me with less than half of both).
I proceeded to attempt to defeat him in the most honorable of ways. That being runing around 1 tree in a circle around 20 times and staying out of the FSR to regain most of my mana. Surprised the cunning looking (though apparently he only looked so) followed me 20 times around the tree never once attempting to switch directions to cut me off from the front I healed and then put my DOTs on him. Then, I blasted his mind followed by a session of flaying as he advanced.
After he struck a blow I decided that, hell, it was time to run again. I DOTted and repeated a few times (with continued circling around the tree, before running to a new tree and doing the same thing - to my surpise he NEVER learned to cut me off from the other side). After I finally finished him off and began to drink my victory drink and bask in my unexpected honor points I felt a rising terror in my spine. With my mana now only half full again (only having drunk for a few seconds) I turned my head (er, camera POV) to look where his corpse once was.... It was gone. Mere meters away was the newly ressurected warrior.
His pride obviously hurt he decided to rush me before I was able to fully recover. We nearly repeated the exact same motions as the previous fight and he ended up dead again. This happened a total of 7 times before he proceeded to either log off or accept res sickness as I never saw him again. I would share the less-than-worthy warriors name (and I still might if asked nicely... or even rudely enough) but I feel I should protect his pride from another serious blow for now.
Wow, I should get an oscar or something for that (Although I'm not sure if this tale could ever be in the same league with the GREAT tales coming from Hollywood such as the classic and touching film Soul Plane).
Note: All of this happened when I had a latency of above 1000 ms. O_O
And yes... I did lose the desire to put any effort into telling the story halfway through the post... What can I say... I'm lazy as hell. =P