Flying Fists of Fury
Quieren
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| What should I merit next? |
It was a true cannon party without a tank, but all the monks were /NIN and didn't give me very many problems. I finished off a Merit Point and got to within 3k of a second before we had to disband so Dave and I could get ready for Dynamis-Windurst.
Moink, my White Mage partner-in-crime, didn't stay away. He returned to the game and to the tank party. He asked me about my impending retirement from the linkshell, and I explained I was only burned out on the late-night runs and not Dynamis itself.
We'd just entered the zone when Gladdy said "Hali, I love you."
Not knowing where it was going, I joked: "I love you, too. I just thought you said we weren't going to be open about it."
It turns out he was warming me up before he unveiled his new pull shout macro: "HAY Avatar Icon ONLY STEERS AND HALI COME FROM WINDURST!" It kept me amused all evening, which is probably a good thing because of course the Monster Helm didn't drop. We got Summoner, Paladin and a shitload of Dark Knight relic, but no Beastmaster. Bah.
While
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| Three crabs do wonders. |
Neyla asked if I thought three BSTs could take down the NM in Fei'yin. I didn't think we could because Dimensional Death is deadly for the pets and we didn't have Kyrial stunning him repeatedly with Head Butt, but I was willing to try because safety was just a teleport away if things went sour. We decided to wait until Jahar could be there for real.











