Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Battle report, first encounter
-Maelcum Online-
Braell group message: "Crossroads is getting ready for a Raid. Move ur troll tusks over here!"
*Maelcum komt traag overeind, lag heerlijk te dutten naast een Orgrimmar bonfire, en vliegt duf naar Crossroads HQ. "Ok, ok, im awake, im awake...now what were u yelling about? Some kind of ..."
*50 heavily armoured and grimly determined Taurens, Orcs and *zooombiiies! ruuuun* Undead run past. A few Trolls are whooping along while shadow boxing the air.*
"...raid?"
Braell and Maelcum join the posse, trying not to get trampled, since every single one of them is of a higher combat level then they are. On the other hand, nobody complains, since having 2 dancing and joking rookies along should be fun.
Braell has just begun re-telling his infamous ´2 pigs in the barbershop´ joke, while Maelcum is backflipping around a lvl 60 Tauren Overlord, when the Barren sky turns black. The Horde Raid turns out not to be a Raid at all, but a hastily scrambled defence against an Alliance incursion force.
Maelcum and Braell have about 2 seconds of stupified ´wtf´ before their cortex overloads. After ditching luxeries like high resolution and 24 bitmap colours, they can finally see. Maelcum´s instincts immediately kick in, and he stealths. Braell´s instincts kick in, and he starts bashing trees with his head. After a few seconds he gets this under control and starts growling and...well...dancing, but in a furious kinda way. The two friends lose sight of each other while joining the fray.
Maelcum has the time of his life, sneaking right through the enemy ranks, seeking out that one careless or wounded Alliance mage or druid. Problem is, every single one of those wounded or careless class-jucy enemies still has about ten times the armour, hitpoints, skill and detection radius that Maelcum has. But hey, your a suicidal carnivore, proud of the inbred insanity of ur race, or your not. Anyway, after about 15 minutes of skulking around, the blood and cries of anguish have ziphoned away the litte selfcontrol Maelcum possesses. He aims for the least-way-over-his-head enemy and charges. Little yelps of pain and fear escape the Night Elf mage who suddenly has the attention of a dual wielding rogue. He makes a run for it, being followed by a whooping and slashing Troll. Right through the Alliance ranks. After a few seconds, two or three alliance members ignore their high level targets for a second, and spit the Troll to death.
Giggling to himself, Maelcum drops like a stone. The last thing he sees is a mighty Tauren Warrior crushing his way through the ranks of the Alliance and finishing the mage off. Could it be? Yes, Maelcum has been part of a HONORABLE KILL! Yah man!
As far as Maelcum can make out from That Side of Death, Braell has given up on the illusion of actually entering this raging battle, and has decided on some crossbow practice. Still growling and howling like a pack of demented hyenas of course.
Not in ANY WAY due to ANY ACTION by the 2 rookies, the Alliance attack finally breaks, and dashes for life and limb. Panting and heaving, adrenaline levels skyhigh, Braell and Maelcum join in the Chase, entering the lush forest of Ashenvale woods. Braell ignores the fine looking tree trunks, perfect for headbashing they may be, and runs as fast as his cute tubby legs...erm..armour plated sprinting devices, can propel him. Maelcum on the other hand, is touched by the peacefull beauty of the Night Elf Homelands. Touched by...wtf? Maelcum has to work on his priorities.
In the mean time the boyz realise they are running quite alone into the heart of enemy territory. This is not exactly what their Trainers would have called a sound tactic. Luckily, evading Man Eating Spiders and Dark Dire Devil Giant Space Bears, they finally reach a Night Elf Outpost. Luckily, because its the location where their Horde brethren have assembled. Braell takes out his trusted crossbow, while Maelcum licks his dagger and disappears into shadow.
Next follows a carefully planned strategy of sneaking around, searching for an acceptable target in the enemy base / army / ranks. The strategy is followed by the realisation that there just aren't any same level targets, but there are a high number of smart ass Hunters who enjoy exposing rogue trolls. Insert gruesome death. Repeat.
Ditching the acceptable target attitude, Maelcums decides just to go for jugulars, any jugulars, who seem halfway penetrable. And maybe the damage isnt that impressive, but the stark panick whenever a rogue materialises in the midst of the alliance ranks is quite satisfying. And yes, a few times Maelcum's blades help finish of an enemy. Honorable Kills!
*The fight surges back and fro. The Alliance finally manages to retake their bridge.
Holding back for a few minutes (smart! not cowardly!) allowed Maelcum to become pvp-off, so he can watch the remaining Horde Force being harassed. Braell stands with these last brave Horde, trying to stay alive and look tough at the same time. When Braell finally is pvp-off, he finds Maelcum dancing his capoeira in front of the bridge, infuriating the hell out of the assembled Alliance members. Knight after Mage after Warlock offers too duel with him, but since they are all lvl ?? to him, Maelcum just tells them how brave they must be and exchanges /kiss and /rude. New troll here!
Braell can see the Alliance mentally taking note of them both, shakes his head, grabs a tusk, and drags Maelcum away. Maelcum continues to /rude the entire enemy legion.
After much wandering and local forest life evasion, our two heroes reach a small Horde outpost. Located at the coast, its prime naga hunting ground, and even has a taxi flight deck. Harassing the Alliance will be a lot easier from now on!
While fighting some nagas, Maelcum and Braell are suddenly assisted by a huge bear. Aw, aint it cute, even here Horde druids help eachother. While pinking away a tear, Maelcum doesnt notice the bear taking huge chunks out of Braell. He does notice it when the bear starts ripping apart his own intestines, though. Lesson for the day: Alliance has got druids TOO.
Slightly humiliated but largely enraged, the Ghosts of Maelcum and Braell thunder (in a non material, non audible sort of way) through the jungle, hellbent on retrieving their physical form and skinning some druid. They arrive, reach their bodies, ress, look around for the druid, cant see the druid, some night elfs are in the way, now where is that druid, move outta my way you lvl 22 warrior and lvl 19 hunter (or something), stop poking us, and GODDAMN how the hell did we end up dead again?
While pondering the quite humiliating events of the past 15 seconds, the two friends decide to take it slow. When next they reach their bodies, they ghosty inspect their surroundings. Nothing. But hey, that doesnt mean a thing. Hmmm...Maelcum can res and then immediatly stealth, which should provide some protection. Braell however, couldnt stealth if a 6-pack o beer was waiting in the shadow. Maelcum advices him to go underwater, and then ress, so nobody will see him! Quite brilliant, untill he realised ghosts have some annoying Jezus skills. On the other hand, while surfing tha waves, he notices a small glint of steel in the water. After carefull inspection, the steel turns out to be attached to three submerged and quite patient Night Elfs. Shiiiiit!
In the end they ress, and are killed again.
After a while the Night Elves get careless. A foaming Braell finally manages to res and regain his impressive hitpoints, while Maelcum has succesfully rezzed, stealthed and is sharpening his daggers. They manage to surprise one of the Night Elves, and totally waste his ass. Another joins the fray, and is subsequently humiliated! Ya man! Now its their turn to /dance /spit /rude on the corpse of the fallen. They laugh till they choke. FOR THE HORDE!
Alliance Ghosts have a tough time assessing the situation, since they cant see that goddamn rogue (is he here? where is he? what is he up to? is that your hand on my knee?) and the only thing they can see is an apparently comfy sleeping Orc on the beach. Still wearing his durasteel armour.
A few resses and encounters later, and Braell and Maelcm have proven that two lvl 17 can and will take on (slightly) higher levels Alliance members. Viscious cunning, raw power and above all a quite insane lust for Battle will beat their tree hugging hippy crap every day of the week.
LIGHT THEM UP
Maelcum Battle Report End.
P.S. The company of a healing shapeshifting badass is adviced for higher level encounters.
Braell group message: "Crossroads is getting ready for a Raid. Move ur troll tusks over here!"
*Maelcum komt traag overeind, lag heerlijk te dutten naast een Orgrimmar bonfire, en vliegt duf naar Crossroads HQ. "Ok, ok, im awake, im awake...now what were u yelling about? Some kind of ..."
*50 heavily armoured and grimly determined Taurens, Orcs and *zooombiiies! ruuuun* Undead run past. A few Trolls are whooping along while shadow boxing the air.*
"...raid?"
Braell and Maelcum join the posse, trying not to get trampled, since every single one of them is of a higher combat level then they are. On the other hand, nobody complains, since having 2 dancing and joking rookies along should be fun.
Braell has just begun re-telling his infamous ´2 pigs in the barbershop´ joke, while Maelcum is backflipping around a lvl 60 Tauren Overlord, when the Barren sky turns black. The Horde Raid turns out not to be a Raid at all, but a hastily scrambled defence against an Alliance incursion force.
Maelcum and Braell have about 2 seconds of stupified ´wtf´ before their cortex overloads. After ditching luxeries like high resolution and 24 bitmap colours, they can finally see. Maelcum´s instincts immediately kick in, and he stealths. Braell´s instincts kick in, and he starts bashing trees with his head. After a few seconds he gets this under control and starts growling and...well...dancing, but in a furious kinda way. The two friends lose sight of each other while joining the fray.
Maelcum has the time of his life, sneaking right through the enemy ranks, seeking out that one careless or wounded Alliance mage or druid. Problem is, every single one of those wounded or careless class-jucy enemies still has about ten times the armour, hitpoints, skill and detection radius that Maelcum has. But hey, your a suicidal carnivore, proud of the inbred insanity of ur race, or your not. Anyway, after about 15 minutes of skulking around, the blood and cries of anguish have ziphoned away the litte selfcontrol Maelcum possesses. He aims for the least-way-over-his-head enemy and charges. Little yelps of pain and fear escape the Night Elf mage who suddenly has the attention of a dual wielding rogue. He makes a run for it, being followed by a whooping and slashing Troll. Right through the Alliance ranks. After a few seconds, two or three alliance members ignore their high level targets for a second, and spit the Troll to death.
Giggling to himself, Maelcum drops like a stone. The last thing he sees is a mighty Tauren Warrior crushing his way through the ranks of the Alliance and finishing the mage off. Could it be? Yes, Maelcum has been part of a HONORABLE KILL! Yah man!
As far as Maelcum can make out from That Side of Death, Braell has given up on the illusion of actually entering this raging battle, and has decided on some crossbow practice. Still growling and howling like a pack of demented hyenas of course.
Not in ANY WAY due to ANY ACTION by the 2 rookies, the Alliance attack finally breaks, and dashes for life and limb. Panting and heaving, adrenaline levels skyhigh, Braell and Maelcum join in the Chase, entering the lush forest of Ashenvale woods. Braell ignores the fine looking tree trunks, perfect for headbashing they may be, and runs as fast as his cute tubby legs...erm..armour plated sprinting devices, can propel him. Maelcum on the other hand, is touched by the peacefull beauty of the Night Elf Homelands. Touched by...wtf? Maelcum has to work on his priorities.
In the mean time the boyz realise they are running quite alone into the heart of enemy territory. This is not exactly what their Trainers would have called a sound tactic. Luckily, evading Man Eating Spiders and Dark Dire Devil Giant Space Bears, they finally reach a Night Elf Outpost. Luckily, because its the location where their Horde brethren have assembled. Braell takes out his trusted crossbow, while Maelcum licks his dagger and disappears into shadow.
Next follows a carefully planned strategy of sneaking around, searching for an acceptable target in the enemy base / army / ranks. The strategy is followed by the realisation that there just aren't any same level targets, but there are a high number of smart ass Hunters who enjoy exposing rogue trolls. Insert gruesome death. Repeat.
Ditching the acceptable target attitude, Maelcums decides just to go for jugulars, any jugulars, who seem halfway penetrable. And maybe the damage isnt that impressive, but the stark panick whenever a rogue materialises in the midst of the alliance ranks is quite satisfying. And yes, a few times Maelcum's blades help finish of an enemy. Honorable Kills!
*The fight surges back and fro. The Alliance finally manages to retake their bridge.
Holding back for a few minutes (smart! not cowardly!) allowed Maelcum to become pvp-off, so he can watch the remaining Horde Force being harassed. Braell stands with these last brave Horde, trying to stay alive and look tough at the same time. When Braell finally is pvp-off, he finds Maelcum dancing his capoeira in front of the bridge, infuriating the hell out of the assembled Alliance members. Knight after Mage after Warlock offers too duel with him, but since they are all lvl ?? to him, Maelcum just tells them how brave they must be and exchanges /kiss and /rude. New troll here!
Braell can see the Alliance mentally taking note of them both, shakes his head, grabs a tusk, and drags Maelcum away. Maelcum continues to /rude the entire enemy legion.
After much wandering and local forest life evasion, our two heroes reach a small Horde outpost. Located at the coast, its prime naga hunting ground, and even has a taxi flight deck. Harassing the Alliance will be a lot easier from now on!
While fighting some nagas, Maelcum and Braell are suddenly assisted by a huge bear. Aw, aint it cute, even here Horde druids help eachother. While pinking away a tear, Maelcum doesnt notice the bear taking huge chunks out of Braell. He does notice it when the bear starts ripping apart his own intestines, though. Lesson for the day: Alliance has got druids TOO.
Slightly humiliated but largely enraged, the Ghosts of Maelcum and Braell thunder (in a non material, non audible sort of way) through the jungle, hellbent on retrieving their physical form and skinning some druid. They arrive, reach their bodies, ress, look around for the druid, cant see the druid, some night elfs are in the way, now where is that druid, move outta my way you lvl 22 warrior and lvl 19 hunter (or something), stop poking us, and GODDAMN how the hell did we end up dead again?
While pondering the quite humiliating events of the past 15 seconds, the two friends decide to take it slow. When next they reach their bodies, they ghosty inspect their surroundings. Nothing. But hey, that doesnt mean a thing. Hmmm...Maelcum can res and then immediatly stealth, which should provide some protection. Braell however, couldnt stealth if a 6-pack o beer was waiting in the shadow. Maelcum advices him to go underwater, and then ress, so nobody will see him! Quite brilliant, untill he realised ghosts have some annoying Jezus skills. On the other hand, while surfing tha waves, he notices a small glint of steel in the water. After carefull inspection, the steel turns out to be attached to three submerged and quite patient Night Elfs. Shiiiiit!
In the end they ress, and are killed again.
After a while the Night Elves get careless. A foaming Braell finally manages to res and regain his impressive hitpoints, while Maelcum has succesfully rezzed, stealthed and is sharpening his daggers. They manage to surprise one of the Night Elves, and totally waste his ass. Another joins the fray, and is subsequently humiliated! Ya man! Now its their turn to /dance /spit /rude on the corpse of the fallen. They laugh till they choke. FOR THE HORDE!
Alliance Ghosts have a tough time assessing the situation, since they cant see that goddamn rogue (is he here? where is he? what is he up to? is that your hand on my knee?) and the only thing they can see is an apparently comfy sleeping Orc on the beach. Still wearing his durasteel armour.
A few resses and encounters later, and Braell and Maelcm have proven that two lvl 17 can and will take on (slightly) higher levels Alliance members. Viscious cunning, raw power and above all a quite insane lust for Battle will beat their tree hugging hippy crap every day of the week.
LIGHT THEM UP
Maelcum Battle Report End.
P.S. The company of a healing shapeshifting badass is adviced for higher level encounters.
