This past weekend was a holiday one in the United States, and I would like to think I took good advantage of that fact. Let’s start at the end and go backwards. Why? Because I can.
The final thing that happened before I logged off was the acquisition of the one and only Hellpuppy, the Monster Manual creature companion for slaughtering a metric butt-ton of Hellhounds. When shrunken down to such small dimensions, he kind of looks more like a disfigured chihuahua, but I suppose that adds to the charm in its own way.
Immediately prior to that was the completion of a completely berserk number of raids in a single day. Because of course I couldn’t just leave last years’ 20 Shrouds in 24 Hours stunt alone, now, could I? Of course not. That would be silly, and while I am silly, I don’t do silly things. Often. I’m lying. Frequently. But that’s all beside the point.
Let’s take a quick gander at what transpired on Holiday Monday alone:
- Twenty runs (in a row!) of Fire on Thunder Peak (resulting in the Dragon Masque for Whong Fei-Hung the Halfling Shuricannon and Mini-Pimp, which trumps his previously meh helmet (that offered almost nothing), adding Negative Energy each star (which he throws at the rate of 1.2 billion per millisecond), adding Deception (yet another per-star proc), Insightful Sneak Attack (to a Ninja Spy’s already per-star sneak attack), and Deadly XI. Okay, the Deadly XI is already on the Epic Dawnbringer, but now it’s not star-specific.) Oh, and (((excessive parentheses))). I may or may not have proposed marriage to Tharaxata the Dragon while we were having alone time. Folks that were present in the raid may or may not have heard me bellowing “Why won’t you love me?!?” while flinging my halfling monk at her chest. It was the bouquet of flowers in his off-hand she was so enamored with, I’m positive of it. None of that makes sense. But, then again, none of the whole day made sense.
- Three runs of Legendary Shroud, on various toons (Wally the Ghost Archer, Whong the Shuricannon, and Orsyn the Ghost Mechanic). Lots of materials for Legendary Green Steel, which puts me that much closer to finishing off Tholgrin’s LGS Great Axe. Also started up an LGS Great Crossbow for Orsyn, and an LGS Shuriken for Fei-Hung.
- Two runs of Legendary Hound of Xoriat (two successful, that is, there were actually four, but the puppies glitched out on two runs and had to be restarted) on Fei-Hung and Orsyn.
- Four runs of Legendary Tempest’s Spine which resulted in not a single set of the Leathers of the Celestial Archer which Orsyn has been drooling over since they came out. At least they can be purchased for Xorian Runes, once I acquire enough of them – which in no way led to me running LHoX. Where the Leathers also have a chance to drop. Nope, not related at all. For honests. I’m lying. It seems I’m doing that a lot, today.
- One run of The Mark of Death on Bholgrin Stoneforge the Romunkadin Favormaster (12 Pal/7 Mnk/1 Rog) which resulted in everybody getting skunked (except for Masterwork Tapestry Shreds). Sadface.
- Two runs of Defiler of the Just on my primary Paladins, Tholgrin Stoneforge (Knight of the Chalice brute) and Mattok Shalefinder (Vanguard hate-tank), which resulted in someone getting lucky and pulling the Boots of Blessed Travels and Mattok still not having a Fellblade. Meh. I can’t get too greedy, though, as Mat pulled Ultimatum on Friday. Woohoo!
For those of you keeping track at home, that is thirty-two raids in a single day, with a lot of toon-switching and a lot of bypass timers. Well, a lot more than is demonstrated above, because as we go back in time, the weekend was still rolling.
Okay, not rolling nearly as quickly as the weekend ended, that’s for sure. Monday was off-the-wall insane. There were a number of raids pulled from Friday through Sunday, though, which I’m sure was bolstered by the +5% per-party-member Buddy Weekend Bonus. (After all, a full raid party then nets +55% XP.) I won’t bore you with the details of the other three days, as they’re nothing compared to what you just read.
As for an update on the rest of the toons – Uncle Tubbs is now sitting tight at 28 on his “rogue” life, wherein he’s essentially a carbon copy of Orsyn Burr’s build, just with a wizard level that I couldn’t be arsed to Lesser Reincarnate out. The goal being to rack up Tubbs’ first Deep Gnome past life, as well as score a Heroic Rogue past life, as well. After that, it’s only Fighter and Ranger left to strike up a Heroic Completionist.
Aapex Predator the Paladin pulled his Jack Jibbers’ blade over the weekend, and Khail Ironfist the Shintao Monk finished his Green Steel Weave Boots, getting both of them marked off the Checklist. In addition, even though he was “excluded” from the ‘List for Ioun Stones, I went ahead and unsuppressed his. Now that’s the 20th Unsuppressed Ioun Stone on this account, and I can finally put the Dreaming Dark to rest. For good.
I’ve come to the conclusion that my pure Artificer, Madfinger Runewarden, is currently a hot bloody mess. Note I am not stating the class is a mess, just that toon – I did several runs with him whilst trying to get his Jack’s blade, and each one made me feel the need to ingest the contents of a box of dishwasher detergent. Rather than finish up his farming amidst screaming fits of hateful pseudo-teenage angst, I have decided that Bholgrin’s quest for Epic Completionist (that’d be EC #3 for the account) will be delayed by one Epic Career, during which point I will repurpose Madfinger into a hybrid melee-ranged artificer in much the same theory as made the Palificer Artadin a delight to play. The only further inquiry is whether to go Bastard Sword or Dwarven Axe for the melee part – there are still a few minor details to iron out.
Hopefully, that will make the rotund engineer more enjoyable to play. Plus, his skills currently are shot, and “repairing” his build at this point would require a reincarnation to begin with. Might as well check him off for “wings” and get an Epic Past Life in the process, right? Right.
Anyhoo, I’m out of time for this lunch break update. More to come in the future.
Oh, and P.S. – I had no less than eight random people inform me that I probably need to seek professional help. I also may or may not have been having debates with myself in three different voices at the time. (It takes a special kind of “speshul” to lose your own argument with yourself. –Ed.) Oh, well…