Category: Gaming

 

Ishbel may have taken forever to finally hit 74, but it was no time at all to hit 75. I dived into Kunzar Jungle which has always been the RoK zone I hated the most – not this time. This time I loved it. I moved at my own pace, and learned where things were this time through. Last time I quested here I was so turned around and lost most of the time it was a wonder I managed to get anything done. At first I charmed my typical vespid, and then I found an amazing pet. No, I’m not going to name it here, because then I’ll get to enjoy having it nerfed.

With my new pet in tow, I wandered to the outside of CoM (City of Mist) and did a few quests there, then randomly thought to myself. Hmms. Level 74. I wonder….

I stood back.. and set my pet against a level 77^^^ heroic.

Two minutes or so later with the resounding thunk of a treasured chest dropping, the mob was dead. I was ecstatic. I’ve never been able to solo heroics my own level before with any of my characters, let alone something three levels higher then me. Ishbel’s got 0 masters (aside from her charm) and she’s wearing nothing but treasured gear, far under the gear the rest of my characters have. Now, it’s not that easy, don’t let text fool you. It’s a lot of work, actually, and then there’s always the “what happens when charm breaks” factor that can go off like a ticking time bomb at any second (and usually does RIGHT when you don’t want it to) and how to control those situations.

So how did I manage to do my CoM quests by myself? Well. Like any mage, I have to use the root and nuke method. I put my pet on ranged (who is also, conveniently a nuker) and before sending them in I start with a root. I have aa into this line to speed up the casting. I’m also an enchanter down the perpetuity line, so I machine gun cast making it easy to re-cast root when it breaks, and it does break quite a few times. If the mob is immune to root I of course have a much much harder time. I also use my stuns and even mez’s in between roots while my dps pet works down the heroic.

If charm breaks while I’m doing this, and I have no adds, chances are pretty good that I’ll live. The mob I’m tackling is rooted after all, a bit away from me. I quickly target my un-charmed pet, and cast a mez (made faster, by the fact that I’ve been chain nuking with perpet) and then re-charm – hopefully before the rooted encounter breaks and eats me. It doesn’t always go as planned, of course.

Adds are the same way. I mez whatever I need out of the fight for a bit, and then take them down one at a time – resists allowing, of course. Resists are my bane. Especially when I’m fighting things three levels higher then me.

Do I sound excited?

You betcha. It’s been a while since I’ve been so excited about a class, and don’t get me wrong here, I DO enjoy grouping as well, but I’m typically on early on in the day when no one is around, and I don’t want to LFG for hours. So while I level myself up to a “useful” level, I enjoy soloing. Grouping is for evenings, when people actually need enchanters. Well, not that we’re ever really needed. It’s nice to be able to handle things on my own, and it’s great that it actually takes work and makes me think and keeps me on edge. I’ve also of course died, a whole lot. I die probably once or twice an hour, some times more — if you can manage to get around the resentment of dying so often with a class, the time between deaths, is VERY worth it. Ishbel is level 75, with 10 days played time on her. I’ve been upgrading all of her T8 spells to adept3 (dang it enraging demeanor, you’re never going to drop are you.. ) so she’s finally making what I’d consider some progress.

I’ve kept her unguilded, so I could get to know people, and figure out the whole guild thing at a later date. Too many times do I just try to throw myself into a guild just because they’re looking for a class I play, as opposed to looking for a guild where I know people, who I have a community with, and where I get to play a class that I honestly, just want to play.

Oh, and I’m really looking forward to the next GU when ever that goes in. Sounds like a lot of interesting things, even though the whole “faction faction faction” grind that I’m expecting with epics certainly won’t be fun. At all.

 

I’ve been focused lately on the coercer, and if I haven’t said it lately, let me just mention again that the class itself is SO much fun. It wouldn’t nearly be as fun though were it not for the m1 charm I have. In fact, there’s such a huge difference between adept3 and m1 that I feel quite confident in saying I’d hate the class were it not for the upgraded spell. It’s a shame that one single spell holds so much over a class, but it’s true.

She’s sitting comfortably at level 74 now – having finished all of the Kylong Plains quests (those quests took me from level 65 to level 70.. I couldn’t complain at all) then the Fens of Nathsar quests, which took me from 71-73. The past three levels seem to have dragged by REALLY slowly, even though I worked hard at them, not sure why. At level 73, I’d finished the fens quests except for the one Bellywhumper one that requires a whole lot of faction, and contemplated heading to Kunzar Jungle. 73 is a little low, I wasn’t sure how well I’d do.

I shouldn’t have worried.

I picked up all the quests from the first village I stumbled into, and found a vespid (I think..) caster, who had swarm pets as one of their abilities. The charmed pet was 76 to my 73, but wow did they ever rip into mobs nicely. I finished the first two rounds of quests and managed to ding myself to 74. Now, don’t get me wrong. As nice and ‘uber’ as I find the coercer – they’re frustrating too. When charm breaks (which it does, often) I’m pretty much guaranteed a death at this level. When the charmed pet is lower level then me it’s different, I can gage my survivability. Yellow broken charmed mob though + whatever the mob was beating on suddenly turning on me = smushed coercer.

I’ve died a WHOLE LOT with the coercer. Probably more with her then any other one of my characters, and that includes raiders. The 15 minutes where charm holds steady though are worth the deaths. I still accomplish things way faster. I’m looking forward to gaining a few more levels and maybe finally getting to see the inside of some instances with her. Pretty much everything that drops is a piece of gear upgrade for her, since I never bothered to get any gear after level 40. I’ve been upgrading all T8 spells to adept3 as I level, and keeping her up to date in that regard (now) at least. She’s still only got 8 days played on her, but I’ve been afk a lot doing other things so not all of the time is actual played time.

I’m working on decorating her home, and she’s involved in some intricate roleplay that’s a lot of fun. She’s a Teir’Dal who’s a faithful follower of Innoruuk and his teachings, so I play her as such. I consider most groups and raids to be ooc, so I don’t worry about placing unusual limitations on myself. Hopefully I can get a few more levels over the next few days and have something more interesting to blather about aside from the stuff I’ve already done on multiple characters.

 

The high elf glanced around the sparsely decorated Inn room located in the Willow Wood and shrugged. It wasn’t home, but then again these days what was. She’d unpacked her few possessions which consisted mostly of her instruments, and settled in for the night. A wandering minstrel traveling across Norrath, she wasn’t about to complain, she’d seen worse.

Faralithe (or just Lithe, to those who knew her well) had a purpose which was (to her at least) very apparent. It was her job to record and sing about the tales of great and mighty people – but not only them. Her job was also to bring awareness to the smaller communities, about the great deeds their own people had done. She tried to make them uplifting, but also tell about the rich history people had. Especially since much of her own was lost to her. Which was fine, she preferred it that way, having no ties to anything at all.

Over the years she’d discovered that people liked nothing more then to hear the sound of their own voices. This was a simple fact, neither good nor bad, just something she’d observed. She made sure through her travels to take no sides, which allowed her access to establishments that may other wise slam their doors in her face. She knew as a high elf she should feel something for Tunare, but she didn’t. How could she with the upbringing she’d had. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in the Gods and Goddesses who’d returned to Norrath, no, she knew they were there. But she treated them all with a sort of vague indifference. The matters of the gods did not concern the mortals who walked below.

About her own life she’d kept quiet. Not letting anyone in. It wasn’t as though she’d lead a horrible one, nor was it particularly interesting though she thought when compared to those she sang about who had done so many amazing things. Wandering around Castleview Hamlet she learned a little of the Koada’Dal, scribbling down notes where she could. Barely learning anything about her own people before now was due to nothing more then forgetfulness, she’d always wanted to, but just couldn’t seem to find the time. That was the one thing life was short on, time.

She gathered her lute and headed out the door, wondering where the people of Qeynos gathered to collect and share their stories. She knew in Freeport people frequented the Bloodhaze Inn, but it would be some time before she could come up with a disguise to get into there after the last fiasco involving an over zealous gnome and his rotting thrall side kick. She glanced around the wooden doors that lead to Qeynos Harbor, searching for scraps of parchment that people may have stuck there indicating their events. Nothing. Curious.

Faralithe would just have to wait for another time. She wasn’t the most patient of people, but she’d learn.

 

Sensual thumbed the wallet stacked full of coins and groaned. She still didn’t think she was getting paid nearly enough to warrant dragging herself through the streets of Freeport in search of this one character. Not this one, in particular. Who thought so highly of himself (especially since the 2008 elections were upcoming) that he thought it fit to hire a personal guard of some sort. After wandering around meeting dead end trails, she finally tracked them down. Disguised in the Inn.

Sensual sighed, and listened to the on-goings of other patrons, all eager with their own stories to tell. She blocked them from her mind as she walked along, searching for this one. Lord Udoaka. She knew him only by his name and the one photograph she was given for the job. Who this other.. person, was with him, she had no idea. Eventually she heard his name whispered, Corrydonn. Why on earth he was dressed as a cockatrice, she had no idea. It must have been some sort of campaign management.

She reminded herself of the hefty price tag this assignment came with. Find anything, just some little bit of information, that could put his presidential campaign on a rocky start – was what the person requested. Whether they were to be seen as future competition she had no idea, and left it at that. All she cared about was the coin in her purse.

The doll and the chicken wandered around in what seemed like an aimless pattern – stopping once or twice on the roof, to shake Sensual off their trail. She simple shrugged and continued to follow, oblivious to anything else ongoing.

At least, something finally happened, just before she was about to go home. This Lord, this Udoaka, in the shape of a doll, spilled poison all over some innocent sarnak child. This was what Sensual was paid to capture and report on, this was it! So she scrambled to collect her notes, and without even a fair well, jumped into the night sky to report back to her customer.

She informed them of everything that she had seen, everything that had happened, and by the end walked away with another few coins for her trouble. She slipped her totems into her pouch for future uses, noting that it was easier when people didn’t try to run away from her as she was collecting her information. If only everyone worked that easily.

 

I’ve been working on the coercer some, managed to ding her level 73 last night. Nothing exceptionally eventful, aside from just plain having fun with the class itself. It’s complicated and fun at the same time. I’ve died, a lot. Doesn’t bother me though truth be told. It’s all about learning the class and it’s limits.

In game, I’m still fairly restless. Happier though now that one of my accounts is closed. Probably going to make more characters or a healer to fill in one of the extra slots I have in the account, and then I will also have a healer slot incase I ever feel like playing one. I’m thinking Arasai defiler in the mean time. I hear a lot of lower level groups looking for healers, and I’d like to take the quest rout with her perhaps, and maybe work at getting into a smaller guild. We’ll see how it goes. I’d like a craft type for the character too, since I’ve left behind five crafters on the other account.

I spent some time today browsing EQ2flames, which is a site I’ve never actually gone to before for a few reasons. Number one, a lot of very angry people hang out there. It’s very lightly moderated when moderated at all (usually it’s not at all) and there are server sections, class sections, forums for everything you could ever want to complain about in game. It lets people get things off of their chest I suppose, but if you were ever the target of one of those posts I’d assume that you may be slightly upset with what people had said about you.

The main reason I was browsing it is because their class sections are top notch. People who are knowledgeable do post there, suggestions and advice and they do also answer questions. I had a much easier time looking for class information on their class specific forums then I did on the EQ2player forums, so they do have quite a following. I still wouldn’t want to check out or read that forum too often though, it just seems a little too harsh for me personally. To each their own though.

Finished the Terry Goodkind book and spent last night watching American Idol and laughing talking with Tipa and Saylah about the show. It was the first time I’ve actually watched the whole thing through and I was trying to understand what made it so appealing. I’m not really one for television on the best of days aside from a little background noise.

Other then that, things are quiet, the way I like them. I’m going to try to create some sort of roleplay story for the new defiler I suppose. Hey, of course I can’t stay away from some new alts, that’s just the way I am.