On the eve of the fourth anniversary of the Grab Bag, I bring you... your memories.
I got so many amazing stories that it was nearly impossible to choose just a few. After four days of agony, I've narrowed it down to the following fantastic memories. I took the liberty of adding titles, but aside from that and a few paragraph breaks and spelling correction, I've left these tales exactly as they were told to me.
I hope you enjoy these as much as I do.
Note: Some of these stories involve characters whose names technically violate Mythic's naming policy. What you should know is that we don't go looking for names to change. Each server tends to have its own attitude towards names (particularly, names that are also phrases), and we wait to take action until we receive a number of appeals. (We immediately pounce on names that are crude/obscene or bigoted/racist, of course.) If you had a phrase name like those that you are about to read, and it was changed, then you may rest assured that it was your local community that appealed you.
My Relic Run
Although I had many memorable experiences in DAoC, one day stands out among the rest. I was playing my Paladin on Albion/Igraine, pre-SI days, and we were working on trying to capture a relic. At this time on the server, only a couple relics had changed hands,and an attempt on the Cauldron of Dagda, which had yet to be captured by Midgard or Albion, was quite an exciting adventure. We fought the Hibernians for a few hours, and accomplished our task of grabbing the Cauldron out of Dun Dagda. While moving the relic force back to the portal keep, we decided it would be best to move our force on and try to capture the strength relic, and my group would run the relic back to Snowdonia. We ported over to Albion, and while riding on that horse from Castle Sauvage, I was beaming with pride.
That is, until I was passing Snowdonia Station and my computer crashed to desktop.
I sat there for a second stunned with disbelief at how this could happen now. I tried to log into the game two or three times, but the server prevented me from logging in. I was in full panic mode, knowing that the relic was just sitting there on the ground right in front of Snowdonia Station. As I restarted my computer I could just envision a level 15 newbie picking it up and trying to sell it, or not knowing what the heck it was or what to do with it.
Fortunately after the computer restart, I was able to log back into the game, and thankfully the Cauldron was still sitting there on the ground. I sent a tell to the minstrel that was with me, and he and his group ran down to give me speed as I began running towards the border keep. By the time I got to the border keep, I was still spooked from the LD, and was not really thinking about where we were......until I ran (at full speed five) right off the Snowdonia Fortress cliff.
After the first bounce I realized what happened and tried to put on the brakes, but it was too late. The group bounced down the hill, and five people in my group died, while myself and two others had managed to survive with less than 5% health left.
Determined to plant this relic in its new home, I forged on with a sliver of life left, leaving the bodies in my wake as I pressed on to the relic keep. Of course we were jumped by a couple bwcas, but the two people with me took the aggro and subsequently died.
And then I managed to seat the relic, and go back and rez my groupmates.
Hope this story was as entertaining to read as it was to survive.
Fabulous - Igraine
When the World Was New
Four score and FOUR FREAKING YEARS ago a game called Dark Age of Camelot hit the shelves. Husbands and wives could not tear away from its hypnotizing scenery. A 64 meg video card served its purpose of gaming......god bless those old computers, who now have been tampered with its many upgrades. In game, a smite cleric was known for just its title in itself. The mucky waters were a stale blue, and if colored with the right light blue dye, you could hide in the waters and be unknown to your enemies. A stealther was hidden quite well where, when you least expected it, you'd jump out of your seat at the sounds of the attack.
Yes, four score and four freaking years ago we were all once a "nOOb" in game. Our knowledge came from the books we studied. New friendships formed in the deepest of the frontiers where a sword or staff was your means of breaking down the doors to a keep. The hardest keep took almost 30 minutes if not more and the enemy didn't know that the keep was falling til it displayed in their chat.
Yet, four score and four freaking years later that green crafting bar will still put you to sleep. The house becomes clean, favorite soaps watched........and you still have not accomplished one armor piece.
- Aydia Rezneeded
The Old Days
Two weeks after the servers first came up, and some of the guild made it to level twenty. The guild Immortal Fate ventured out to
Midgard. Lots of us died just trying to avoid the mob aggro. At last we were met by some Midgard players. They were mostly higher in level then us, but with a dozen or more people we managed to kill them.
Everyone was so excited that soon we were all leveling like mad to try our first keep take in the realm of Midgard. It took us four tries but we finally took our first keep. By then we had other guilds join us. It was so much fun then, healers actually healed. No buff bots. And there was much keep taking and pvp'ing going on.
None of us were level 50 then. And it was still fun. We were not out earning realm points, we were earning realm pride instead. It didn't matter about rewards, it was all about the realm. Not the individual. And was some of the most enjoyable PVP I have ever done. I left DAoC for a while, but I came back because you really did get PvP right with RvR. Here's hoping the next installment of DAoC or Warhammer is the same style, but improved.
The Whole Weekend
My best memory of the game is, HANDS DOWN, the weekend in which I had the pleasure of leading portions of a very long relic raid against Midgard. Shrouded Isles was still very new - the game was still packed. We set out originally from the Alb portal keep in Emain Macha hoping to take Hibernia’s relics – we had five chat groups. The count I remember coming from somewhere was 248 people. We dodged keeps and patrols as much as possible, had a couple of minstrel groups hanging back to help laggers keep up.
Unfortunately were spotted fairly quickly upon entering Breifine, and faced a huge fight at Dun Bolg, where we were repulsed. From there we reformed at Sauvage and took the fight to Midgard.
This all began on a Friday evening, and continued through the weekend. Literally – the weekend. We fought for every Midgard keep, through each night and each day. We cycled leaders while people slept, and had almost whole-realm cooperation, even the 8v8 crowd was helping out, getting the available RPs from the defenders trying to retake keeps behind us. It didn’t end till around 4AM the next Monday, with a victory for the forces of Albion.
Trigger Happy
Before Team speak was popular, you couldn’t IM and play, no windows mode… I had tried to coordinate a massive RVR scene (for an in game movie) in Nimue. Now, the goal here was to have everyone charge when I cast a shield spell three times. I wore some of the loudest colors you could dye in armor so that everyone knew not to mess with the only level 20 caster in a sea of level 50’s.
Anyways, I was playing Hib, and I managed to get about 40-50 people on the Hib side of the frontier. I had an Alb friend who lived near me and he took care of about 40-50 Albs. We were on the phone with a mid we knew, and he managed to get about 60+ Mids.
Everyone thought it was a perfect day. People kept asking to get close ups, and spells here, abilities there… it was too good to be true….anyways… I got caught up in the moment and forgot about the three cast spell trigger thingie I told everyone and fired off my spells, and well, you can imagine how messy the outcome was.
Fashion Sense
My friend played a human thane and was all about the macho look come character creation. Scar… check, Mustache… check, Tall and Black hair… check. Anyways, we were farming for cash and in those days one gold was like a good 4-5 hours. He was saving his hard earned gold for dyes. Anyways, he got enough to get a set of dyes and he goes to the capital to get his colors and the rest of the guild just waits outside. He /tell’s me that he found a wicked color and that it makes his armor look all bloody. I tell the gang/guild this as we are all happy to see our “big thane” in something other then grey. Well, he comes out, and no one says anything at first.
Apparently he didn’t have his torch on while he was choosing colors, because with the torch off, and on his screen, MAUVE looks red. As soon as he turned on the torch, we all had a good laugh.
In Memory Of a Friend
The event was a memorial service to a played that had died in real life and a lot of people in Hibernia had known him. We were told to dye our armor black and come to a certain location in Emain. All three realms were invited, too. Tons of people showed and listened to the service. After the memorial service, people had friendly duels with the other realms (this being before same realm duels), and eventually it dispersed. Even though it's a sad memory, it is still my best and I couldn't ever forget that day.
Drakes and Graves
I wasn't in the beta but I'll be an elder shortly :) One of my
favorite, most oft repeated experiences was that eternity when I was levelling in Salisbury Plains. As an unbuffed lowbie Armsman I was timidly soloing drakes in the northwest corner of the zone.
Naturally, I eventually got in trouble and bolted for the security of the tower by the road. I made it in and dashed up the ladder. I turned around and aimed the camera downward and exclaimed "oh no!! Drakes can climb ladders!!"
I died as a result, but the thing that was funny to me is how much I anthropomorphised them, and how shocked I was that they were "able" to climb. Over the years I was also surprised at how many people had this EXACT same experience.
I can also remember being in pickup groups long ago in DF with a
leader driving us deeper and deeper to get to a camp. "Okay, everyone, over here... we'll be safe here... by all these graves."
Ah yes, good times :)
Sincerely,
Simusid Hawke
Albion/Pellinor
Stun and Run
My best memory would have to be running to the old MPK with a FG. I play a cleric (Toluse) and another FG hit us. The only two left standing was a big ol ugly troll and me. I ran, trying to get away and hide so I could come back and res. I did the obligatory, "don't release, I'll res you" and proceeded to make my way back out of the foray.
The troll followed me. Now, he was one mean guy, but I stunned him (back when Smite was something to have a little of) and I would run.. heal myself a little and get some endo.. then stand back up and run.. mez, heal, endo, run, stun..
This lasted quite some time as my group lay there "listening to me", "the troll is standing right next to me, stunned.. need endo.." and I am betting that troll was beyond livid. I did no damage to him, but I made it all the way back within sight of the APK when I finally missed a stun and he ganked me.
That had to have been the "most earned" kill in Mid history.
Toluse Fontenot
Merlin
True Love, and Long May It Endure
Of all the many fond memories I have of DAoC, by and far the happiest one is when I proposed to my wife.
We met online several years before that, and I had finally convinced her to come out and visit me. We hit it off immediately upon meeting face to face (if you can use such a mild term as "hitting it off" for falling madly in love with someone). Before she had to go back home, she insisted that we go out and get a computer so I could play this really cool game with her that she had been trying to get me to play.
The first few weeks of playing were amazing. We spent hours just running around and taking in the sights of the world. She lived several states away, so we couldn't share real sunsets, but the ones in-game were almost as good.
I came to realize that I couldn't imagine the rest of my life without this wonderful, beautiful person in it. I bought one of the plain gold bands from one of the merchants in the capital, and dropped it into a trade window when I popped the question. She still has it on her paladin. I did, of course, give her a real engagement ring as soon as I was able, but that little plain gold band will always hold a special place in both our hearts.
I still have the screenshot of when I asked her.
Darshinah and Alainn Lightbringer
Guild Pride
Some of my best moments in DAOC would have to be:
1. Running in the Old Frontier with Kiamar and about a hundred other Albs, only to get to Beno and be hit by about 200 Mids when Guinevere was at its height. That was some of the best and most exciting combat RVR I've had in the game.
2. The pride at having my entire guild come together to help four of us reach that mythical level 50 :)
3. Beta testing New Frontiers racing across the battlegrounds only to get to the Center keep Isle and look at 5000 boats all there and go 'What the…?' NF had to be one of the best Pendragon test runs ever; no complaining, no arguing, just people out to test things and have a good time!
4. NF going live and proudly standing next to Kiamar and the other Big Guilds as my poor little guild was given the honor of being the first Guild to have Bold Tower one, defending it and helping Resolute defend Bold. We held that tower for two month at level eight against all odds. Not bad for a guild of five 50's with a little help from Resolute and the like.
- Proud member of Phoenix Rising
Questions
By and large all of us have a lot of fond memories of the good ole days. We were actually discussing it within my guild this past week. My personal favorite has to be back when the game was new and ALL of us were "noobs". On Alb/Lance anytime day or night you could find at least 50 toons gathered around the bindstone at PK bridge, looking for groups, begging for buffs, trying to figure out how exactly to get into Mithra without getting killed, and the all time favorite question "Why exactly would a boulderling be carrying a muffin?" would be debated at great length. Those were good times!
Medikate
50 ML10 CL5 Cleric
Old Skool
Alb/Lance
Pulling Together
Probably my favorite memory over the past several years was trying to get the Golden Spear on my huntress. Since I'm a huntress, not many teams want a slot taken up by me for PvE. If I tried to get a group together to do stuff, I had to hope some guildies were around to give me a base of people in order to recruit with. Once I said I had warriors, healers, and shaman, others were more likely to help. Since I could never get even a single group together, much less the 3+ I needed for the Golden Spear, I started to join any group that was working on artifacts. I can't count the number of coins I've run to chests for the Malice Axe anymore, since I was often doing two or more runs a day. I helped with so many artifacts that for awhile it was all I knew.
One day on my alliance channel, I decided to ask if anyone wanted to help me get my spear and, as usual, there was little response. Suddenly, someone I had grouped with for several artifacts jumped on the alliance channel and said something along the lines of "Come on now people. How many of you can say Randra didn't help you get one or more of your artifacts!? She has joined our teams time and time again to help everyone else. Surely some of us can take a little time out and help her get that spear she's wanted for the last several months!"
I headed out to the Stygia haven to see if anyone actually showed up, and was amazed to see about 30+ people waiting for me. They all showed up knowing that there would be no random on the artifact, but were so moved that they decided they had to show up and help after all the teams I had joined for others. It gave me faith in my guild, my alliance, and all of Midgard on my server.
Randa Warclaw - 50 Huntress
Malinari Keogh - 50 BD
Galahad
The First Kill
Loneliness flexed her fingers, ready for another run back out to meet Zultanious at the Hibernian Passage of Conflict entrance. She ported up to Bledmeer Faste to take a boat back to the Hibernia coast. Not bothering to stealth in the courtyard, Loneliness was surprised by a little Lurikeen who snuck up behind her. Loneliness died.
Once again, Loneliness readied herself to venture out, her groupmate still waiting for her in Hibernia. A glance around did not show the lurikeen who had jumped Loneliness before. Leaving a poison spike between the two doors (should that Lurikeen reappear), Loneliness left the keep for the docks, and took care to remain in stealth mode through most of the journey.
Remembering how she and Zultanious had traveled un-stealthed, she traded
caution for speed as she got closer to her goal. As she passed by Dun na nGed Outpost she noticed someone was following. With an instinct she didn’t know she had, Loneliness spun around. Her axes were out in an instant and she landed the first hit. But that didn’t stop his artifact armor from turning her into a beetle. Undaunted she kept trying to get styles off, hoping her nervousness wasn’t making her fumble.
Adrenaline pumped as they traded blows. A glance at her health and Loneliness wasn’t sure she was going to survive. All she wanted to do was rejoin Zultanious in Passage of Conflict. As the beetle shape wore off Loneliness attacked with new vigor, and soon her opponent was dead.
Loneliness backed off. Hurting from the poison of his blades, she managed to fumble for a healing potion and drink it. She turned to face her opponent’s body, but it was gone before she’d managed a curtsey. Loneliness moved up the hill to sit beneath a tree, letting herself rest and regain her composure. As she thought over the fight she realized who she had killed: Filmadus.
She was glad her (real life) husband had seen the most of the fight out of the corner of his eye. She could barely believe what she had done herself.
The Herald
Seeing as how my humiliation had to do directly with the Herald, I thought this may be a bit appropriate...
I remember being in Tir Na Nog on my newbie enchanter (My first ever char *sniff*) and I had asked a question in /broadband about spell lines and specs... Someone was kind enough to respond, "Check with The Herald" and I scratched my head a moment and then replied... "Ok, where is he located at?" I was thinking that this informative Herald NPC was somewhere in TNN. I think everyone in TNN had a good laugh that day. It was, however, my official induction into the halls of "I'm a geek and read the Herald every week." Whoever that person was that forgave my newbishness that day, I wish I could give them a personal:
"THANKS! I've now been "Checking with the Herald" for FOUR FREAKING YEARS!!"
~ Ayudate
The Siabran Posse
I started playing DAoC on Hib Tristan, a blunt+shield hero called Whomp WoadWarrior. It took forever, but he eventually dinged L50 while in the guild called Ranger Brigade. RB was a close-knit bunch of players and we loved PvE'ing together. So it happened one night in The Bog of Cullen…
Whomp was helping lead an exploratory romp into The Bog of Cullen for some up-and-coming guildies when we accidentally agro'd a whole bunch of grape-con Siabra Guardians. I was the only high-level one in the group and everyone died faster than you can say "quick!"…except myself because I was scouting ahead. I was no match for the oncoming gaggle of grape Guardians, so I did a 180 and tried to lead them far enough away so that they'd stop agro'ing me, I could safely log out and log in a druid to rez everyone. Thus begun The Great Chase…
For some reason, the Siabra Guardians that were chasing me wouldn't de-agro, so I just kept running…all the way to Innis Carthaig where I thought the town guards would engage and finish-off my pursuers. Mind you, these Guardians had now chased me on a zig-zaggy course the entire breadth of the Bog and had now chased me halfway across Lough Gur to the edge of Innis. Alas, as I approached the forge at the edge of Innis, I lagged, a Guardian caught up with, then 2-shotted me right in front of a town guard and his steed. Argh, how frustrating! But that wasn't the half of it…
The Siabra Guardians, not being satisfied with flattening the bravest hero in the realm, rampaged on. In fact, within minutes, while I watched in growing humor--especially as I was reporting this escapade blow-by-blow in alliance chat--the Guardians proceeded to mow down all of the town guards, their steeds, a gathering of Hibs forming-up for a raid, and even the town NPCs. The last time I saw of the Guardians, they were running--not walking--Northwards in the direction of Ceannai, presumably because didn't care much for merchants, I guess. Man, what a fiasco! And yes, in case you're wondering, I did appeal the…er…encounter, although nothing ever came of it, grr. (Editor's note: You and everyone in your alliance, sir - we fixed it in the next patch. I had some classic email that week.)
Now if that wasn't funny enough, the next night, I logged in Whomp, went back to the Bog, agro'd a whole posse of Siabra Guardians, then ran them throughout the entire length of Hibernia with Druim Ligen as my goal. Indeed, I made it to Ligen, opened the first gate, ran through, led my possee to the next gate where I intended to lead them through it and into the frontier, hoping to train them onto some unsuspecting bunch of Middies. Alas, I couldn't get the 2nd gate open in time and I got ganked as the gate swung open…nuts! Fortunately for everyone in the Ligen courtyard, the Siabra Guardians didn't agro the entire area like they did the night before in Innis. Instead, they turned around and walked away, apparently all the way back to the Bog of Cullen.
So I didn't succeed in my extra bit of fun, trying to train some nasty mobs on a bunch of my enemies, but I did get a ton of pm's during the entire romp across Hibernia. The post in the VN forums the next day was pretty hilarious, too. There was even one Albion guy who chimed-in saying that he wished I could've made it thru Ligen so his group could've encountered my posse, lol.
So ended the funniest, most memorable couple nights of my DAoC history. I hope you enjoyed this true tale as much as I had recalling it, hehe.
Sincerely,
Smithen Wesson of Alb Bors, formerly Whomp WoadWarrior of Hib Tristan
Blues
When I bought this game almost four years ago, I remember making a Mercenary and starting in Cotswald. Not knowing ANYTHING about this game, I made my way south and found myself near a bridge called Prydwen Keep Bridge. I'm surprised I made it that far with all the insanely ticked off Bandits and cutpurses after me.. Long story short, I will always remember this:
Talking to a fellow realm mate (thank goodness I knew how to /s.. well after 10min I figured it out), I asked him, "What are you supposed to fight around here to gain levels?" He laughed and replied, "Just go look for BLUES and you'll be ok." I said, "WOOOHOOO, thanks!" and gave him a /cheer. So there I was, running around clicking on everything from frogs to bears and saying, "Where are the mobs named BLUE??" rofl... I must have searched for an hour before realizing if their name was the color blue, that's what I was supposed to fight.. /doh!! nooob BIG TIME.
Train? Did They Have Those In Medieval Europe?
I have to say one of the best and favorite memories I have as a newbie to this game was leveling in Muire Tomb.
I was a young druid then, trying to make my way in the world. Life was rough and I had found this dark and humid tomb that I had heard whispered about in the local medical tent. The battle scarred warriors I spoke to had told me of this place where a new traveler could find a wealth of experience and riches! I just had to go!
As I made my way inside the formidable abyss, I noticed several people running outside, then carefully making their way back it. I pondered on this only briefly, shrugging it off as simple nerves and fear of the ghost and ghoulies that haunted that place.
Bravely I stepped inside, unsure of what I would find and what would happen to me there. As it happened things were not as bad as I had expected. I spent a good bit of time near the entrance, not daring to venture deeper in just yet.
After a short while I could hear frantic noises coming from deep within the halls, and the unmistakable sound of running. Faintly I heard shouts of "TRAIN! RUN!", but this meant nothing to me as I have never been afraid of a train before.
As I watched them all run past me, thinking them delusional from madness and fear (I mean who's afraid of a Train? Really?), I noticed frightening creatures chasing after them. Unsure of what this meant I stood firm, determined not to let my fear overcome me. It was but a moment before the creatures of the dark came upon me. A shriveled corpse of an elderly woman stopped as she came upon me, he black and soulless eyes sending a chill into my very being. She smelled of old death and decay, and I felt myself become a little weak in the legs because of it.
A small grin found its way into her rotting flesh as she reached out to me.....I remember nothing more after this except for waking up back in the town I had ventured from, feeling somewhat weak and certainly not as smart as I had been before.
It was then, at that very moment, that I decided to forever be afraid of the very deadly and frightening TRAIN!
~Sesti/Midgard Lancelot
Finding a Friend
My favorite memory?
I met this guy in EQ1. We used to buddy up and hunt as a druid and enchanter. During this time, though, we found out about this hot new PVP-based game called Dark Age of Camelot, and the beta. We both applied. He then lost interest in EQ, and we lost touch. Although I eventually got into beta, we never talked again.
Fast forward to release day on Hibernia/Palomides I was walking south of Mag Mell toward Howth, In other words, V---- the Druid began his trek to the unknown. As I walked down the path I saw K---- the bard running from Howth to Mag Mell, a name that struck me as somewhat familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. When we crossed paths through each other, we stopped.
I turned around, and I said "Chris?"
"Matt?"
At that point we started to laugh hysterically, and we went on to hunt together for years to come. From that day forward we vowed to never let our friendship fall short because we lose touch. I can thank you, and Mythic for bringing a close friendship back together after a long time of not hearing from each other.
Thank you, to this day he has been one of my best friends I have ever met, lost and met again and through chance your game was the one that was able to do it.
-Z
Found a Dream Job on Camelot VN!
My best memory by far has been finding my current job via DAOC.
Nearly two years ago now, I was on the prowl for work in the greater Bay Area as a software engineer, fresh out of school, hopes had been diminished by 9-1-1 and subsequent dot com bubble bursting.
Having searched for work for months, I finally stumbled upon a VN post that someone that I knew (from home server Pellinor, not RL) had made, recommending that someone else look into a programming job. Just for laughs I decided to check it out, and it turned out to be from a local Software Studio (www.santacruzgames.com) . So whereas I could not find a local job through the newspaper, monster, or many other sources, I finally found (did I mention I got hired? It's an AWESOME job!) my job via DAOC. If I hadn't been a player, well, I would never have heard of this amazing opportunity and would not be where I am today (Senior Engineer on our Latest game title TBA/released sometime next spring). In addition, I have also shipped a couple of titles already, SharkTale: FinatsticFun, and Madagascar: IslandMania .
Anyway, there is my best memory, finding my dream job via the DAOC forums :)
Thoughts From a Dad
These last four years have been incredible! From DAOC I've had countless hours (oh dear, pls don't make me count the hours play time) of entertainment. More importantly is the sense of community that has spawned from this game. Despite all the VN dramas, I've developed solid friendships w/ a host of people. Even though there really isn't an active chapter of Northern Reavers anymore (northernreavers.com) we still have an active message board, twenty odd people that only met by chance through DAOC.
Actually, many of us still play together in a guild called Desolation.
But that's almost besides the point; my old memories I'll keep forever. Old screen shots of guild meetings. Leveling groups in game. First times in RVR (lvl 26 zerk back when hamster mode ran off endurance). When the son of a friend of mine (Roaman as he's known on Igraine) killed a inf and a scout in Caledonia (caledonia itself being a memory) w/ a bd… and the boy was four years old at the time.
DAoC brought my wife and me closer together in some ways, she actually became interested in MMO's simply because 3.8 years ago, she decided kobolds were cute. Through the community, even though I'm known by my friends as a sarcastic 'mule', I've been able to share the births of my two sons. Aydin Cole (March 26th, 2004) and Koen Thomas (Nov. 10th, 2005).
Hell, I have literally daydreamed about teaching my boys to play MMOs, and can't wait for their first kills in the BGs., in addition to teaching them 'rl' things like hunting, fishing and how to be men (and to not drive their mother crazy.. unlike their old man) To some people that sounds… sad… but really, there's too many memories to list in a game like this that make it worthwhile. I think, that DAoC, while a game, is so much more.
- Jeer
Igraine - name a 50
Gareth - slowly getting there (but the boys come first)
Stop. Hammer Time.
My favorite memory of Dark Age has to be two years ago when a lot of people from all realms on Kay (125ish) decided to go over to Merlin and roll /level'd troll thanes and form the guild Hammer Time. The idea was to go play with what was considered to be a "gimpy class" and see what kind of mayhem we could cause, especially in Thidranki. As luck would have it though, while we were getting organized to port to Thidranki in Svasud Faste Midgard's relic keep came under attack, so a lot of us level 20s rushed out to the Relic Keep to successfully defend Midgard's relics.
Once done there we all ported on over to Thidranki. It was quite a sight to see all the little Albs that were camping the portal keep scatter when an army of trolls came rumbling down the hill after them. Once we hit the CK (which was controlled by and defended by the albs) we destroyed both doors and the Keep Lord in no time.
After that we figured what the heck, time to see how far we can get in Emain. So we charged the Albion Portal Keep, killing everyone at the keep. A lot of us made it inside the portal keep and killed the bots that were parked in there before ultimately being obliterated by the keep guards.
Once we got to Emain, we ran into a group of high level Hibs at the MMG...poor hibbies. We gave them a one way ticket right back to their bind stones. But then, on our way to the AMG we had the misfortune of running into a group of Albs that had a couple of Ice Wizzies with them, and they sent us packing back to Midgard.
But all was not lost. We once again rallied our forces and rolled right back out to Emain, but this time with some friends. Some level 50 Mids that were amused with our antics that night decided to roll along with us for a bit. We ended up killing another group of Hibs and two groups of Albs on our way to our goal... none other than Dun Cruachon. The level 50 Mids took care of the guards as we busted our way through the outer gate, and then the inner one. We steamrolled a few defenders on our way to the Keep Lord, who surprisingly enough fell with ease to us.
And then Hammer Time, the guild formed a couple hours earlier in the day, became the proud owners of Dun Cruachon with the 1000bps we had earned in the couple of hours we had been playing.
