We found the MPG raid trials a little too easy, so why not spice it up with a little undead sarnak? Getting to pretend I had dozens of sarnak skeleton pets almost makes up for the fact that necro DoTs haven't been revamped yet, while all other classes have! Ok, by almost it actually doesn't at all.
[Sat Sep 23] <SYSTEMWIDE_MESSAGE>: Queen Pyrilonis has been defeated by a group of hardy adventurers! Please join us in congratulating Aysilla along with everyone else who participated in this achievement!
Queen Pyrilonis killed in open world, before AoS could show up to contest it! You could say we were... Under Pressure.
Yesterday we enjoyed a relaxing pool party at our friend Noqufiel's House. A fun time was had by all.
I am told that our friend deeply regrets the unfortunate incident where he revealed he is actually a ghost and tried to kill us. The incident was settled in exchange for a few items of value including a box of old rocks. (A heck of a deal, I say!) Here is a transcript of the incident as reported by my personal scribe, who i pay to follow me around and write down everything that happens:
[Tue Jul 25 20:52:34 2017] Noqufiel says, 'You stand among the deceased. Does this surprise you? All of us - Kelekdrix, myself, the other trusik are dead. We have been dead for years. When it became apparent that we were doomed, in an act of purest mercy I slew my brother and sisters - every last one, before passing away of starvation myself. Many of my companions still walk these halls, unaware of their fate or unwilling to accept what occurred. Others were driven mad by the idea of it. These pitiful souls did not understand the strength that could be harnessed by embracing undeath.'
After our normal raids, when all of Norrath is asleep, a brave band of adventurers explores the far recesses of our world, standing watch over the frail, the innocent, and the righteous...
Just kidding! We just have fun!
Last night's after hours targets were Cursed Cycle in SSRA, Aten Ha Ra in Vex Thal, Bristlebane in Plane of Mischief (we found out he wasn't actually up yet in this expansion like he should have been, but we had fun in there anyway!!), and Chardok C Halls of Betrayal where we tried to "blend in".
Where oh where are you, Bloodfrenzy?!?!?!?!?!
"One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small...and the ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all. Go ask Alice (or these halflings), when she's 10 feet tall..."
"...and if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you're going to fall, tell'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call..."
"...when the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go, and you've just had some kind of mushroom, and your mind is moving low...."
Enough of that...Lots of fun in Chardok B...or C...we couldn't decide!
Wait...what? Two Fibgirls?!?!?!?! Norrath cannot handle this madness! And um...nice pet name, Klikztik!
What the...well...all right then...
In our drunken stupor, the Dark Blade of the Shai'Din became the Dank Blade of the Shindig...
...we decided to identify as Sarnaks...to blend in of course...
...and Ztapus changed his surname to commemorate the occasion!
Great fun was had by all! Hope to see you next time!
What does Mendacium do on raid off-nights? We raid! We masacre! We obliterate! We DPS race and WIN! Fun times were had by all at last night's off-night raid of Veksar's Garudon, Hates Fury Raid Event, Crypt of Nadox's Innoruuk, and then finished it up by helping one of our wonderful bards finish up his Aid Eino quest. (Can someone PLEASE sow that guy?!!?!?)
Darkness spreads across the land. Terrified rumors spread of a menace threatening the very existance of Norrath! What is it, you might ask. Dragons? The Gods? It's worse. Norrath has been invaded by... chests!
MESSAGE FROM THE FUTURE: Seems we lost these screenshots I'll leave the news here for your historical enjoyment pleasure, however! - Ztapus
January 31, 2017. My men/women and I are taking out another position occupied by alien snakes. The deep lines of exhaustion are etched into our faces as we rally once more to destroy the enemy strongpoints and not get a robe off Emperor for the 19th clear in a fucking row.
I hear the frustration in their voices as they speculate on the viability of going back in time to sterilize Holly Longdale's mother before she fucked the goat that got her pregnant. I see the tell windows open up with weary questions; what raid is next? Can I bring my level 52 alt to loot those boots since nobody's bidding more than 0? Why did you split my box and main into two different groups?
I can't see the raid window very well anymore through my bleary eyes. I lead them forward for the promise of better days ahead. But hope is dwindling. We press ahead not out of love of guild, or love of loot, or even hatred of stupid fucking snakes, but because it is all we know.
February 1, 2017.
This is basically what I've looked like for the last five weeks.
Yes, PoP is finally here. I remember Lincoln's words at the close of the Civil War. Thank God, that I have lived to see this. It seems to me I have been living a horrid dream for the past 14 months, and now the nightmare is gone. I want to see Coirnav the Avatar of Water.
Or something like that. At any rate, even the fact I'm still wearing a Supple Scale Armband from Karnor's Castle couldn't dampen my spirits! We're in PLANES OF POWER!
I know what you're thinking. "Soth, your O-face is lovely, but I came here to get an update on what Mendacium is doing and what you guys are killing." First of all, no you didn't, you came here to see if you were mentioned in the update. Second of all, fear not, sports fans, I've got just the thing for you:
Shit, sorry, wrong one, that's a picture of me roughly 45 minutes into every raid night. Where was I again?
There we go! Back on track!
So much fun, you guys. I love PoP so much I don't even care that our last 3 Fennin Ro kills have yielded a fucking ornament instead of an elemental legs, that's how much I love PoP.
Now this was a fun fight. We have already had Oliviya coordinating a mass sick-call-off of our clerics the next time we do it, which is why I'm keeping the schedule a secret! It's good to be the king!
So many dead gods, you guys.
Just in case you can't see her properly, Branka got another closeup shot of Xegony:
Branka, as you can see, is like school in summertime: no class. I attempted to express to her how disappointed I was in her shenanigans, but she was too busy eating fudge, wearing awful pink gear, and being level 62 to listen to my entreaties. What's a guy to do?
I know you want to see all 78 or whatever bosses in the Plane of Time dead, but we've been at this for a while now and just want to get it over with so we can clean up and go about our day, so let's skip ahead a little bit to the money shot:
Quarm down in under a month, without adding any raid days to our schedule and not leaving anybody behind! (EVERYBODY LOVES BACKFLAGGING!) I was, as usual, so proud of this guild I could spit. And did, when we failed to get a timeless robe pattern off the fucker. Maybe by the time Gates rolls around.
Come join the fun today! Especially if you're a cleric! Our next Rathe Council is going to cause stress-related heart attacks in at least half of them, spots opening up!