Nothing fancy

I found myself in a situation where the “end game” elements of DDO were exhausting and repetitive.   Worse now, for me at least, was the Anniversary event.    I’m not into events as such.    It’s a glossy coating for a different type of grinding.   This is not unique to DDO, it happens in most MMOs.   So I under went the process of True Reincarnation a couple of weeks back, starting over from level 1.     My class of choice this time round was the Bard.   This was motivated by having a tried and tested build to follow.

It was quiet today, I’d done my errands and found that it was time for Xuro to breach Splinterskull.

Xuro, in all her bardy glory

I’d not been in there that long when a spindly gimpy wizard made an appearance, and for my part, took very little convincing to join me.  The two of us plus four hirelings,  yay for full group.

Splinterskull annoys me, in and then out, and repeat time and time again.  Going deeper and deeper into the fortress.    Out numbered and outgunned we didn’t have an fancy gear at our disposal.  Just our wits.   The wizard Obsydhia popped a web in the door and I opened the door.   Choke point fighting, effective to be sure   Using their lack of line of sight to avoid nasty spell fire.   I would throw in my hypnotise when the web was stressing and followed up with fascinate.    Between the three crowd control abilities at our disposal we were able to whittle down the enemy numbers.    Having the enemy either entangled or standing dormant while you kill them certainly helps.

Despite Obsydhias’ repeated proclamation of being useless, she did save the day by carrying my soul stone to a shrine.   I lagged right into a spinning blade trap, and boom.

No one tanking, no access to decent ranged attacks or devastating warlock spells.   Just some crowd control, our wits and a penchant for going slow; the Flower Sniffer way.


Feelings I didn’t expect

I play several online games and in nearly all of them have a group of friends that bonded together and formed a guild.   Like minded individuals, similar goals and enjoyed playing the game together.

One game, The Secret World, while I hadn’t played much of over the past few months; what with work and family issues, my own personal leisure time was altered.

Now and again, I check the website for our guild to see what people have been up to and today I saw a message from the guild leader, The Last Transmission.   Our guild had been disbanded.

I logged into game, and there wasn’t much more of an explanation to it; though if you actually wanted to know why it happened there was someone to message.

The guild as a whole had a bumpy ride, we had our good times and our dark times.    I’ve got fond memories from my time there and I’d made friends along the way.  The guild roster was my friendlist, with that gone I’ve effectively lost touch with people.

As I read over the guild message of the day for the second time, tears onset.   I couldn’t help it, it was an emotional thing for me.   I didn’t expect to feel this way at all.

So long and farewell to The Hive Protocol.

I spoke to guild mates in another game I was logged in at the time (Dungeons and Dragons Online), my thanks to the Flower Sniffers of Destiny for your support, especially Even, who kept me distracted for an hour while I calmed down.

Some poignant moments that I remember fondly.

The day I got my wings


Me (left) and Black-Arrow at the beach lair rocking some firepower
Me (left) and Volanna having a quiet moment after the raid
Left to Right: unknown, Broadcast, Black-Arrow, Me, Vyner – first time in the Manufactory
My first time tanking a summoned boss
Left to Right: Volanna, Mell (sleeping), Me, Minejas

Need help plz

That was the title in the LFM ( looking for members/looking for group ) in an MMO I play.   Dungeons and Dragons Online.

For myself, its been a long time since I’d grouped with other people outside of our friendly little guild.    It was a quest I knew well, knew I could complete ( as I’d done so two levels earlier ).  I guess I felt pity but also wanted to go spread some of the good karma, that is the Flower Sniffers of Destiny.

And into Tharask Arena, aka Vault of Night 1 (VoN1), I dove.   The group lead was a very squishy rogue, with barely a 100 hitpoints to his name.   There was some other party members and it seemed that made fairly good progress.    I ran as fast as my little halfling monk legs could carry me.

Just as I caught up with the group, they were in the staging area prior to the final fight.  With these numbers this would be quick work.   Then, it was just myself and the rogue alone, the others having bailed not wanting to break there bravery streak.

I knew I’d be ok, and I knew the rogue would not.

With the release of the first batch of ogres, the rogue went down.  I scooped up his soul stone and dispatched the ogres in short work.

I know my handwraps are only level 7, but have level drain and vorpal, is great for chewing through mobs.   I vorpal a lot, like crazy a lot.

I knew the next group would be some pesky casters and they just love throwing out dancing ball.  I popped on my ioun stone to absorb any stray spell fire.   I circled around behind each caster and with at most a couple of hits each they were gone.

Mephits.  I really hate these guys, especially the air ones who blind you and surround you.   My standing tactic which works is do a fighting withdrawal so that they cant get around you and you string them out like a chain, then its just knock em down one by one.    These took the longest, at about 90sec for group, just due to tactics.

A few more mixed groups of what I’d already dealt with coming out onto the arena floor, and quickly met there respective makers.

The final two guys were easy enough.  It was  a DPS/hit point race.   I needed to keep in front of there natural health regeneration while at the same time keeping my health up.

Enter vampiric handwraps.  Trickle health with every hit.   I also popped into mountain stance for the extra HP, the stone skin proc, DR and AC boosts.  Being a light monk I had my healing Ki as a backup plan, but I didn’t need it.

The door opened, I stood my ground and just smacked the big guy till he was dead.   His buddy stepped up, and without mercy I dispatched him with the same vigor.

My poor rogue friend, a soul all this time just watching and asking how I’m not dead.   I said I’d played monk enough to know what I’m doing, plus being in my 4th life as a monk I had some sweet gear.

The arena boss stormed into the arena, pissed at me.  I hit him with jade strike.   While he was entombed in jade I dispatched his ogre buddies and then finished him off.

I grabbed the Axe at the end and VoN 1 was done.  The rogue thanked me and left.  I recalled and went back to the air ship for a fine cup of ale.