I
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| It feels dirty, but it feels good. |
decided to undergo the ritual humiliation of getting a party for Dragoon. I got an invitation from a player named Jojojo, asking if I wanted to join a powerleveled party she was puttin together for her boyfriend, a taru Red Mage named Sugino. She also asked if I'd voke the mobs off the puller -- "I hate to waste a slot on a tank," she told me -- and she'd take over tanking by cure-bombing me. That's a hell of a lot more PL handholding than I'm used to, but I agreed. We went to the camp where my spirit had been broken on Saturday and chained mandies and goblins for some incredible xp. I got to 28 in about 40 minutes.
Unfortunately, I ran afoul of their desire to keep experience levels close with a member of their linkshell. A Paladin who'd been standing off to the side was basically waiting for Sugino to catch up to him, at which point I was asked to leave so the Paladin could slide into my place. I was annoyed, but I was gracious about it because I'd managed to reach the goal I'd set for myself so quickly that the rest of my afternoon was free.
I put my flag up for a few minutes, but took it down again for Besieged.
The Undead Swarm swelled to a Lv. 7 assault and swept into Al Zahbi. Neyla was there on Bard, so we partied up. He invited a White Mage and Black Mage who were running around the zone in need of Mage Ballads. The zone had about 200 people in it, which did not bode well for us.
I've pretty much figured out my main goal for Besieged is to find the generals and keep them alive. I'll buff and Haste random melees along the way. I keep tracking down General Zazarg, which Neyla insists is because I have a fetish for Monks. Mostly it's because I think he's a supreme badass... but being a Monk no doubt is part of that.
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| I bet Puppetmasters see these things and weep for what might've been. |
was doing a fair job of keeping Zazarg alive, but he eventually got swamped by ghosts. There were at least a dozen on him, and they decided to cast a bunch of hideous spells that knocked him from full health to dead in about two seconds.
The rest of the generals had started falling as well, and it was finally down to the mithra doing battle in front of the Hall of Binding. I scrambled across the zone to help keep her standing, but a lot of people were also rushing there and the lag grew so terrible I lost my lock on her. She never loaded back onto my screen, but I got the message that she'd died.
The seal on the Hall of Binding was broken, leaving the mobs free to move in and steal the Astral Candescence.
By that time more people had entered to come to the defense of the city, but it was bedlam. Medusa and Lamia No. 13 were right outside the hall, stripping players of their armor or killing them
en masse with AoE Doom attacks, gloating alongside their ghosts and qutrub flunkies.
I turned into a complete combat medic at that point, patching up players and sending them back into battle to die again as soon as their weakness had worn. There were bodies
everywhere as people did their best to repel the invasion.
"This is like something out of
300," Neyla said at one point.
I dared him to yell "This is Sparta!" but someone else beat him to it.
Seeing
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| It's pretty bad when you can rest beside the plinth. |
so many people working together was amazing and more than a little awe-inspiring. A mob would enter the hall and start moving toward the plinth holding the Astral Candescence, and suddenly you'd have a dozen people blasting it with Provoke or -ga spells to lure it back outside. One poor ghost got into the last room and found himself burned to the ground by weakened Black Mages who were there to recover. Hell, I was still weakened and tossing out Flash and Banish III to try to turn one of the mobs.
Veresko joined us on Ranger and pelted the mobs with arrows. Neyla kept our MP pools topped off and I did my best to Raise and repair as many players as I could. I couldn't believe it when the Undead Swarm retreated. We'd managed to win and save the Candescence.
It was by far the most epic Besieged I've done, exactly the sort of thing I'd hoped it would be.