Quieren and Hadafal are close to being able to equip the Gaudy Harness. I offered to help out by leading them into the aquaducts under the Tavnazian Safehold to get the subligar.
Hadafal overslept and was nowhere to be found, so Neyla and I took Q. It's a more interesting trip with three Beastmasters, since we could grab pugils and use them to kill the three Taurus mobs near the first ladder. Neyla's bat took a Mortal Ray to the face and died, but otherwise it went as smooth as silk.
We
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| Catching a breather in the aquaducts. |
had to stop and wait a few minutes while Q went to pick up his wife, but we dropped and ran past a Stegotaur to reach the Incredibly Tough slimes. Quieren mischarmed and had to kite one around until he could try again and Familiar it. We waited for the Stegotaurs to turn away and bolted behind them. Once we reached the circular room, Quieren pulled the Fomor Beastmaster's pet; we killed it and started on the fomor. The subligar dropped, proving Q is one lucky bastard.
Well, sorta lucky. Hada eventually popped on and they headed out to the Crawler's Nest to level. I was fishing in the Sea Serpent Grotto at that point while Neyla farmed Mindgazers and Blubber Eyes. Since the four of us were still partied up, Neyla and I could listen to the pure comedy gold of their constant mishaps.
"You guys are the Abbott and Costello of the Beastmaster world," I joked.
"Lenny and Squiggy," Neyla suggested.
"LaVerne and Shirley."
"Beavis and Butthead."
"Lucy and Ethel."
"Ren and Stimpy."
"Pinky and the Brain," Quieren finally corrected.
"Narf!" I yelled.
"Exactly."
I kept fishing and Neyla kept farming until time for Dynamis-Xarcabard.
Gods,
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| I thought they were joking about the wyvern. |
what a great zone. The music is different, much more energetic and exciting. Best of all, almost none of us had ever been there before. It's fun to have a leader like Cythe feeling his way, not 100% sure exactly what needs to be pulled next, how the mobs will respond or how hard they'll hit.
We ran in and hit the first open area, following the spine and standing clustered together while Demons and Ahrimans circled around just out of range. We looked like we were standing in line for
Star Wars tickets. All we'd need to complete the illusion would be an unwashed galka in a small tent at the front of the line, growling about line-jumpers while he boiled water for Ramen on a small hotplate.
Cythe guided us along, though. He'd pull the Black Mages from the alliance and have them nuke down three eyes and then bring back three demon NMs. We'd focus on killing one while the other Paladins kited the other two. There are fifteen such demons which have to be killed, five trios which must be taken out along with Vanguard Dragons and dragons called Yin and Yang in order to pop the boss called Dynamis Lord.
We weren't going for the win tonight. Cythe was bitter that very few of the Red Mages had leveled /DRK so they could Chainspell+Stun Dynamis Lord, which I found sort of amusing. When he first put out the idea a few months back, I had a hard time taking the command seriously because we were getting so royally fucked just trying to win
Jeuno that the odds of us reaching Xarcabard seemed almost nil. I imagine some of the RDMs will be more likely to step it up now.
I
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| Demons, man... they creep me out. |
firmly believe Dynamis is Square-Enix's way of giving love to Beastmasters and Dragoons, because of course DRG armor dropped first, followed by Monster Gloves. Asmodius was at the top of the BST tier, and I cheered the completion of his AF2 set. I was also happy because it bumped me to the top. There was plenty of bitching from the linkshell about the BST drop, which rubbed me and Neyla the wrong way.
We cleared out all the demon NMs and soon found ourselves staring at a valley with a straight line of Ahrimans and Demons standing like a solid wall of pain. Cythe issued commands, got everyone organized to move, and then the nukes began.
Those mobs moved in like a greasy tidal wave, knocking us down and killing us in droves. It was discouraging, but at the same time I was laughing so hard at the unexpected carnage that I could barely type. We reraised and started getting people on their feet -- despite Cythe's pronouncements, more than a few refused to accept anything short of Raise III -- and soon got another demon onslaught. We had taken out a few more Ahrimans before the second wipe, and we received the three-minute warning before starting the third round of nukes. We won a thirty-minute time extension and proceeded to take out the remaining demons horde.
To
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| Can I get a "Hell, yeah!" from the crowd? |
my delight and the considerable consternation of the linkshell,
another pair of Monster Gloves dropped. One of the Summoners, a taru named Mejiro, did not endear himself to me or Neyla by being vocally hostile to Beastmasters. He earned himself a nice "Fuck you" from Neyla when he said Beastmasters were useless for endgame and could only get stuff by coming as other jobs. The thought of outlining the full range of our abilities in endgame situations -- damage dealers, crowd control, kiting duty -- flitted through my mind at that point, but I think "Fuck you" was probably the appropriate response.
As I pointed out to Neyla, the poor guy has to rely on five other people to get xp. That's enough to make anybody bitter.