For those of you not keeping up with Nee
For those of you not keeping up with NeenerNeener news, Yellow Rat Bastard and I have created characters on Merlin. We're both big on getting into Mordred - why, well, we're not really sure. It probably has something to do with not enough frustration in our lifestyles. But I digress...
Anyway, the plan is that we'll make some characters that will allow us to experiment with what it'd be like to play those classes in a PvP environment. Of course, in order to do that, we have to get our characters up to lvl 20 so we can hit the Battlegrounds. Now, I've gotten my main, Bottom, up to a whopping level 27 in... oh... lessee... six months? With the help of a good guild, no less. Right. So by my calculations, I can have an un-guilded (ie, nobody there to help) character to level 20 roughly around the time our sun cools.
Optimism. I'm all about that.
So Yellowrat has this uber Skald template that came to him in a vision from the gods. Or the boards. Something like that. But he's hellfire convinced that this thing will be a PvP machine. If he can get it to level 20, he'll be able to test this theory out. Myself, being pretty worthless at every class, decide to be a Healer. I figure if I can't do anything else, I can at least keep him alive long enough to mock him fully.
Now, for whatever reason, Yellowrat is a woman. A dwarven woman. I think I've remarked on this before, but allow me to clarify: FREAK!
Of course, a really clever role-player might be able to play the part of a woman to his advantage - a little flirting here, a fake picture or two on a website there, and you'd have people falling all over themselves to outfit you, powerlevel you, kill dragons in your name, and basically do anything to catch a glimpse of your (imaginary) breasts.
But this is Yellowrat we're dealing with. His idea of subtle is not yelling when he tells someone how much he hates them. So it only follows that we find ourselves on the beach outside of Fort Atla, charging into a group hunting there. Yellowrat yells, "ME WANT POWERLEVELING RIGHT NOW!"
What a roleplayer.
After five seconds of screaming at people, he has tired of this game, and we move further up the beach. He pauses for about three seconds to stand in front of some high-level character that's obviously there to help a lower-level (at least, I hope that's what she was doing, and not just hunting greys). Then it seems that three seconds is far too long of a pause in his quest for action.
Yellowrat yells, "ALRIGHT, YOU'RE BORING!"
And off he goes, up the beach. I follow behind, feeling like the Japanese army in the wake of Godzilla or something. Honestly. Normally it's MY job to create havoc. Unfortunately, Yellowrat has his own agenda.
I've convinced him that crabs would be the ideal targets for us to hunt. They're anything from blue to yellow for him, which is about all we can handle. I'm not sure what his template's gonna look like at the higher levels, but starting out, that thing SUCKS. We're barely able to handle ONE blue. And then we're doomed when it brings its buddies. And we're just brilliant strategists, too...
Yellowrat says, "Should I pull?"
You say, "No, I will with my mez."
Yellowrat says, "BORING"
You say, "You're too close! Lookout, there's a bunch coming! Aiiieee!"
Yellowrat says, "Mez them!"
Which is brilliant, because they're already pounding the hell out of both of us.
You say, "Run!"
At which point I notice Yellowrat's about a MILE up the beach, having run quite some time ago. Which makes sense. With him being the TANK and everything, why shouldn't he run at the first sign of trouble? Must... control...fists... of... death...
So of course we both die. My only satisfaction comes from the fact that he died first. Normally this would be time for me to jump up and down on his corpse, but unfortunately I'm too busy getting DEVOURED BY CRABS.
The night continues like that. I think we gained a bubble of experience, and lost about... oh, I dunno, THREE BUBBLES worth? Yeah, that sounds about right.
During the evening, I met such notables as a troll Shaman name Joroarn or something like that. He's level twenty, and offers to help me level. What the hell he's doing on the beach, I'll never know. But I'm never one to pass up an offer of help, so I gleefully accept.
Well, he casts a whole slew of buffs on me. Buffs that would later turn out to be all just about level one buffs. Which he then nullified by waiting until I got into combat with something, then immediately laughing at me and signing off, canceling all of the 'buffs.' So, it may have APPEARED that he tried to help me, but what he in fact did was to show me what a giant a-hole he is. Which is good, because you can never really tell about people right away, so it's nice when they take the time to show you promptly instead of letting you join their guild or hunting party or something and waiting until they've earned your trust before completely screwing you over.
But the hunt for the perfect PvP partnership continues - Yellowrat's pretty dead-set on his little Skald thingy. Myself, I'm still looking. I want to play a Dragon, but Mythic is being uncooperative and insisting that they aren't a 'playable' race. Hrmph. Let me be one, and I'll be all sorts of playing, I tell you! Hello, breath weapon! Goodbye, Camelot! Mwuah-ha-ha!
