The most roguish thing I've ever done...
The most roguish thing I've ever done happend not too long ago in Crushbone. Some of you will understand the location I am reffering to, some will not...but I'll try to paint a picture for all of you...
It was dusk, shortly after sun down. The air smelt of sulfer and rain from the spells of healing and spells of fire cast this evening. Myself and a small bunch of individuals had managed to hold the throne room against the onslaughts of Orcish renforcements which relentlessly portaled in from Brell knows where. I had loaded up on the leathery bracers the Legonares dropped and was getting ready to leave back for Kelethin, when I heard the sounds of a scrimish outside. I got off my seat on the table and ran to the window. There, clad in leather, was a female wood elf druid with absolutly huge...er ah staff, she had a huge staff and was doing her best to smack the spear-wielding monstrosity of an emmissary off of her. Between the sounds of parrying, grunts and thuds spells were quickly canted and fired off but it was apparant that this was a loosing battle. Without a second to spair, I leaped out the window, rolling to break my fall, landing behind the emmissary. I raised my shiny Stiletto of the Bloodclaw (Pausing to say a quick thanks to Wixramiablo who bestowed it upon me) and slammed it into the broad back of her tormentor. He whirrled around to meet my dirk and stiletto tearing him apart like a froglock on an oger's butcherblock. He quickly turned tail, and after deftly cutting his purse of coins, I finished him off with another dagger in the back. The druid picked up the emmisarys spear, and drove it into the ground next to him, noticed the lack of a purse and grinned at me. She then scampered off into the night, the light of my greater lightstone reflecting off her leather clad butt. What a woman!
Fighting deep in Chardok, my party soon found itself overwhelmed. The gods were kind, I found myself alive, but naked, at the last city that I had an affinity towards.
I thanked Karana, and headed back towards that den of Sarnak iniquity. I was not able to get back into the area we were fighting the same was I had gotten in in the first place. We rogues are rather earthbound unless there's a kindly enchanter or druid about that can make us float like a feather.
SO, I had to sneak through the fortress...praying at each second that those sniffing scaled wolf dogs wouldn't catch me. And they didn't.
Haunting The Rathe for 3 Years Straight: Baroness Delissandra Splitshadow - Half-Elven Assassin - For Hire Grandmaster Poisoner (250), Master Potter (183), Grandmaster Lush (200)
"Society produces rogues, and education makes one rogue cleverer than another." - Oscar Wilde
Re: The most roguish thing I've ever done...
one dark night i went to poh ( before re vamp ) on a mission to get the book. as i was sneeking along at all of 47 years old at the time . i saw once calm poh turn into a mess of spam and mass death one of the uber guilds decided to get the book for one of their alts . the race was on .
with their massive raid mob hacking and slashing twords the goal and the spaming Their is a Rogue in The zone , i knew my time was short and they were geting close.
just before i get into the building i see a see invis mob before he sees me so i dont move a inch.
then from the right and behind me i see a bard running and pulling as fast as he could . ( they were on my tail ) but they did not think. they pull the mob runs right past me after the bard i go in sneek past the other see invis mobs get up the stairs and get the book. now to get out , i sneek back down stairs to see this massive dps group of peps killing mobs i go past them then use a gate potion slow but it is clear thanks to this guild . before i gate i see in big bold red letters
DAM U ROGUE. i reply u may have better gear and in a uber guild but u are not a better rogue twink! then potion kicks in and poof back to safety.
( quick one so may have spelling errors and such )
Re: The most roguish thing I've ever done...
The time, shortly after the moon of Luclin became reachable by the magic of the spires.
The place, Grieg's End, where we'd sought shelter from the burning sands of the Scarlet Desert.
Five intrepid adventurers, not a wizard or druid in the bunch. If we ran into trouble, there was no safety net of a quick evacuation.
Step in the wrong place, and find yourself attacked by strange creatures. Find yourself ...changed... into beasts that defy imagination. I learned to backstab with claws, as I was turned into a large cheetah.
"Hey Del, go see what's down that hallway!" the enchanter cheerfully sent me to what just might be my doom. Quick wits were all that saved me on that scouting mission while the voices of those who died before haunted my ears.
I returned to this dismal place years later, shrouded in shadows, and found that I had nothing to fear from the denizens of this zone as long as I remained shrouded.
It actually turns out to be a rather handy shortcut from Dawnshroud Peaks to the Scarlet Desert.
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