On Friday night I decided to go after one of my charmable mobs for my epic. It was harder to reach him than I thought, but with the help of some guild members, and 2 deaths later, we managed to reach him. And as with any epic mob...he wasn't spawned. Killing the PH several times also failed to spawn him. We discussed it amongst ourselves and decided that since he was so hard to reach I would just bind my soul at his spawn point. This way I could gate in occassionally and check on him. There where 2 mobs that spawned close by but were both LB to me and would be easy to dispatch. Unfortunately I LD and was unable to get back in to move her out of the zone and camp. Knowing I had to work the weekend I figured I would just do it on my days off. At this point I'll paste in the story as my husband told me....and his guild because he thought it was quiet humerous....in the end. The other character is my husbands 65th Monk.
And here, is where my tale begins..
On a cold and lonely night, whilst my Monk was wandering around seeking some form of adventure, a call was put out for adventurers to join in Chardok, for a major event. Not being one to miss an opportunity, and knowing that my wifes enchanter needed the Prince's Head from that location, I inquired if I might bring her along. Permission was granted, so I went up my stairs to bring my lovely wife's character into the world of Norrath.
Hmmmm, I said to myself at the character select screen, "I wonder why she is in City of Mist?", then shrugged, blissfully oblivious to the reasons for this.
As she appeared at the top of the Towers in CoM, I quickly saw 3 mobs descending on her small form. NOT HAVING A CLUE how to play an enchanter, I ran circles trying to find the FD button, but alas, could not. Seeing no other way out of this fight, and seeing her health dwindling rapidly, I chose to jump from the tower. After all, my safefall is maxed at 200. I'll be fine. Or I would've been, had I been me. As my wifes enchanter, I died at the bottom of the Tower, from injuries sustained in the fall.
Disappointed tho I was, but not overly concerned, I waited to be returned to her bind point, figuring I would need to return to CoM to retreive her corpse.
Imagine if you will, my surprise when I returned to the point I had just left. WTF I said, as I died quickly. Again read the message "Returning to your bind point", and again I found myself at the Towers. "She's bound herself here." I screamed. Panic ensued. I had NO IDEA what to do next. She died quickly the 3rd, and the 4th time, as I ran around the ramparts trying to figure a way out. Then it hit me..../exit. After the 5th death, I was able to type this command fast enough to log out, but not fast enough to avoid a 6th death.
I returned to the world as the character I knew best. A Monk. I tried to figure out how my Monk was going to right this wrong. My thought was simple. Fight my way to the camp point, and clear it. After all, the mobs that were killing her were only light blue. I could handle that easily....right??
Fortunately, I had explained my plight to several of my guildmates. We decided to blow through CoM like an ill wind, and we did. Pausing only briefly to kill any named in the surrounding area, we made our way to the stack of corpses. Without any trouble whatsoever, we cleared everything, and my wifes enchanter returned safely to the world of Norrath. We even managed to do her epic turn in, which was why she was there in the first place. I felt mighty confident. "Lets just get her out of here, so I can bind her somewhere safe", I said. The Mag agreed, as did everyone else, and she was CoTHed to the entrance.
You would think my story would end here, would you not? After all, she was safe, rezzed, and had her epic piece to boot. Things were good. All that remained was to get her to a safe point, and bind her there.
So I began to run her toward FoB, eventually planning to get her to PoK.
Did I mention that she is a DE? DE's are short. They cannot climb over fallen trees, or small walls. Nor can she run quickly, a fact I dismissed as I trundled through EJ, past all sorts of creatures, great and small. All of the sudden "You are stunned" pops up. WTH says I, as I expand my view to see the train of 8 critters that just caught up to me....I mean, her. Chanters have craps for AC and HP too. I failed to mention that earlier. And down she goes, for the 7th time. As she was returning to her home point, I ran downstairs to get my monk, and take him to drag her corpse.
Then I see it..in group. P**** says "Why is C**** back in CoM?" "C****, where are you?". "C**** just died, like 3 times...4....5.....6....7. What's going on?" "OMG" I thought to myself, "she's still bound on the Tower". "8...9...10", P**** continued to count. By now, the entire group has figured out what has happened. K**** offers to rez C**** in EJ, but I cannot accept the rez fast enough to prevent her from dying, 11...12...13. T**** quickly says " I can CoTH her to the entrance again, as soon as her character respawns". She goes down so quickly, that several more corpses are added to the tally before she is safely bought down from the Tower.
As soon as she appears at the entry, P**** booms "Bind her here....NOW". Cursing myself for not having thought of that the first time, I bound her to the entry. Attempts were made to have T**** summon the pieces from atop the Tower, but unfortunately, it did not work. To my good luck (finally), G****, a Guildmate, and all around good guy (and a Necro who can summon corpses) was on, and offered to help. As he summoned the 15th corpse, I asked if there were any way to tell how many more were there. "No there wasn't" was the reply. I had noticed, once I safely reached the entrance again, my poor Hunny's 65 Ench, was now 64, and just barely. "Crap" I thought to myself. "She's gonna kill me". Thankfully, for each summons that G****performed, P**** was standing by with a rez. Soon she found herself back at her 65. 65, and now with an epic piece. Still, not wanting to risk anything further, T**** gated to PoK, ran to EJ, and CoThed us across THAT zone. Then we got the final body, rezzed it, and looted. T**** then gated back to PoK, came into FoB, and Cothed us across THAT zone. (As I said, we weren't taking chances)
Finally, the relative safety of PoK, and binding herself once again in the Nexus. My wifes chanter was safe, and truely, none the worse for the wear.
Then she camped, and I got to return to my monk, and as I scrolled up to see if I'd missed any messages, I see the fun that P**** is having at my expense. He finds the ordeal quite humorous, and I think, had he had time, and just a little more musical talent, he'd have written a song about it.
Rather than wasting time being upset, or irritated by being the butt of the numerous jokes, I felt the best thing I could feel was gratitude. Gratitude to my guild for their time, and their energy put out on my behalf. It turned out that my wifes enchanter had died a total of 26 times....yes I said 26.
And I realized, had that not been me, I'd have likely been laughing my butt off too. Then I did.
And I felt like sharing the story, because I don't think we laugh enough. And if we can't laugh at our own misadventures, how can we laugh at others?