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| Break out the butter, because this crab is about to die. |
I didn't have anything better to do, so I decided to toy around on Monk a little more. I figured I'd wander out to Buburimu and smack some goblins to solo some experience points. I didn't have my 'seeking party' flag up, so I was surprised to get an invitation to party in Qufim Island.
Very... very... surprised.
The conventional wisdom on any melee job is they spend a long time waiting to get a party, and the physically-weak tarutaru melees wait even longer. It's one of the reason I held off leveling Monk as long as I did; I figured it would be best to wait until I could keep myself occupied by fishing for Black Sole in Port Jeuno during those long periods.
Maybe damage-dealers were in short supply ("If they wanted a DD, why did they invite you?" Dagry quipped in a /tell at one point) or they saw I was Rank 9 and obviously had my shit together. I didn't question it. I flew to Jeuno as quickly as I could, snagged a few new pieces of gear at the auction house, and joined the party. Neyla sent some Pamama Au Lait, which helped.
There were three Japanese players in this group, and one of them was the Paladin. Because of the language barrier, I wasn't able to bitch him out for doing a bad job. He was always slow to provoke the monster, and at one point he went afk without warning and I ended up tanking two fights (I swapped in my VIT gear for that). Neyla played guardian angel and stayed nearby to take out Banshees and Wights and anything else which might've disrupted our flow. We soon disbanded and I went back out to Buburimu to solo the rest of my xp to 21.
Neyla tracked me down at the outpost to Raise me when a goblin wore my health down enough to cause zombie aggro. Once the weakness passed I started fighting stuff again.
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| Tarutarus beat the hell out of a crab in Qufim Island. |
Shortly after I hit 21 I got a second invite. Again, I wasn't even looking. This next party was all taru except for the Hume White Mage. We had my Monk, a Paladin, and a Dragoon beating up on shit, and watching a bunch of tarus fight is just frickin' adorable. It wasn't so adorable when we got aggro from a giant and had to run into the tower to escape it. The Paladin died and the Dragoon and I kept swapping vokes to give the mages time to run ahead.
I reached Lv. 22 with that party, and when it disbanded I started fishing in Port Jeuno with my flag up. I caught a stack of Black Sole and was about to give up when I got my third invitation. This time we were fighting Greater Pugils from the area players call "Pugil Alley." The Warrior and I were constantly doing Detonation skillchains (not the best for those monsters, but every little bit helps and it's what we had). Our White Mage was a Galka named Thorak, a high-level cook who could easily afford the two Astral Rings he was sporting.
Here's how different it is to be a melee from a mage: I didn't even realize Thorak was the White Mage until close to the end of the party. As long as the Paladin and I were still alive, I didn't care what the mages were doing. I was muttering "Freakin' mages!" several times when they'd draw hate and I'd have to go running after the mob to hit it. It's a very different perspective.
So that was my day. I went from "I'll just solo maybe halfway to 21 'cause I'm bored" to getting my Monk to Lv. 24. That's also where I stop for a little while, because the next big equipment upgrade is Lv. 25, and I want the Penitent's Rope first. I spent enough today.
On a side note, I got a Keitaro pearl while I was in Buburimu. I've been on their forums all week, getting to know the other players and letting them get to know me. They seem like a pretty nice group. I'm not giving up Wicked Wayz, but it's nice to have somewhere to go when WW is empty.