June 21st, 2007

Bye Bye "Prophecy of Ro"

Well it was back in late February when this group of hungry adventurers broke into Deathkneel (DK).  Shortly thereafter we beat our first event.  But after that it seemed like time stood still forever.  We were doing our regular clearing of Demi but could never quite muster up the force needed to progress any further in DK.

With all the spring break fun, people leaving EQ, graduations, BBQs, people taking short breaks, people taking long breaks, etc one had to wonder when we would get back on track.

With raid numbers on any given night the last 2 months gravitating around 40, we welcomed new folks into the guild and continue to do so until we can reach a good balance on raid nights.  People like Stratnolan, to bring some more testostrone to the cleric channel.  Messma joined our elite chanter core.  Tetsuo and Tanous  joining the loyal minions of DC.  Rennek as our newest goody toshoe.  Axedragon and Holeyrone despite being related to Tnaril.  Yourspine to help drag corpses, Damus the mana battery, Aatma as a meat shield and my favorite how do you spell it toon Rakashashaharkakarrar.  Welcome all, and my apologies if I missed anyone.   

So, fast forward to June and our numbers are back up.  Heck we even start having days where we have to form sitout groups.  Someone has a bright idea that maybe we should try DK again.

Banner Up!!!!
Cause the whole fight bats, steeds and gargs while trying to secure a safe zone in makes the actual trip into DK seem …well…tame.

That first event, the one with BIG overgrown testostrone laden gargs that do the POJ executioner style march to the DT bell with random adds and Ayonae herself flitting by has bit the dust 4 times. /flex

Then came the 2nd event.  Lots of bats, traps, and undead from "The Collective" and last but not least Orcs that trip over their own feet.  If all this wasn't fun enough, the event has you drunk half the time and randomly porting from one area to the other.  See Zebrn and Candy for details on Death by Falling!  We were so close to beating this event right before I went on vacation, so it was no shock to me that while I was out horseback riding, that we overcame this challenge.

And there was loot to be had.

Grats  Florance

Grats Stillgar

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Grats Dreamcatcher

Here is where I thought my update would end.  But what surprised me even more when I got back from vacation was that we didn't stop there.  While I was out there on the beach taking in the sights or  zipping around on a waverunner or out at the waterpark Pak was busy kicking butt and taking names.

Somehow, eventhough the bell wasn't on the trapdoor, it kept falling.  And we followed it down in the basement to find bodyburners (mean mean stuns) and coercers who challenged our chanters to mez duels. Woo! Woo! Drunk and a hot time! It just keeps getting better and better or is that easier and easier! Affectionately we will call this event Jelvan 2.0. Monks and berserkers tossed in their special brand of DPS and the 3 named died slowly. The rest of us absent-mindedly swatted at the adds. (EQ 101 There will be adds! When is there not?) Then BAM! Mayong’s Best Buds were done and we were off to see Ayonae.

Well that is after we got some more loot handed out:

Grats Shadowrogue

Grats Pretikiti

Grats (Princess) Samanthana

 

Down, down, we went again spiraling into the bowels of DK, ambushed along the way by wraiths minions. And there she was. She looked sweet, but not nearly the eye candy Sullon is. -)

Then all of a sudden she goes psycho on us.  Maybe Skywiser tried to hit on her or maybe it was the way Grom smelled, we'll never know.

 

While she sang and rang her bell we knocked her into submission on our 2nd ever attempt. In fact everyone got a chance to lock her down as roll call was sounded to slap the cuffs (or rather the fetters on her). She even had the Sopranos as her backup group but they didn’t sing so good. In fact, they all got rocked back to their roots and faded into the pits of oblivion with their grunge queen.  When her bell stopped ringing, there was a moment of silence and then a rush of cheers.

Grats Dakotahx

Grats Shtik

Grats Florance

Pak has traveled a long, long road to get to this point. Mayong on farm mode, DK about to be and TSS…. Here we come !!!


 

Shady's mistell of the day

 

-Asif (Dreamcatcher, Bono & Kiti all contributed to this update)

 

 

June 5th, 2007

 

 

 

 

 

 

IN THE BEGINNING…..

There was Derringer, then Andaria and now Mixelplux or is it Alchork or rather Welaker? As you might guess by the many names for which he is known, our guild leader wore many hats during his time in Pak’s extraordinary adventures. Strategist, diplomat, friend, hot tub enthusiast, Mixawelachork had it all and did it all.

For those of you who didn’t know, Mixelplux was this little chanter dude who roamed the hills and dales of Norrath and lands far beyond, cackling and leaving mezzed mobs in his wake as he explored and hunted with friends who have long since passed from this game.

Then he did a magical trick and became this really TALL barbarian with shamanistic tendencies (hence the beginning of his skirt wearing days). With his tall white buffalo head hat and his totally Kermit Green armor, he was a shaman to be reckoned with during the days of PoP. To this day, Rallos Zek in Plane of Tactics wakes up screaming in abject terror at the thought of a big white bear with green underwear terrorizing his big girly men, erm I mean big BURLY men.


COMING OF AGE

Always the one to look after the best interests of Pak, the bald headed chanter who grew into the Amazon shaman managed to shrink himself back down to dwarf height and assumed the role of Alchork the cleric. And it was as Alchork that most of us online soon came to realize that he was …….suffering from multiple personality disorder.

Mixawelachork had other talents too…….(insert evil grin here). Like his famous “cold calls” to drum up recruits. Sometimes he got really lucky and hit on ( wrong turn of the phrase there but it works) other Guild Leaders. Somewhere in the annals (/snort) of Pak forums there are posts by Mix where he laughs at himself and makes us all aware how very human he is in spite of his many guises.


THEN..

He has played EQ for as long as any one individual I know. He has memories of beta, old Naggy raids, bad Fear breaks, and dungeon crawls through haunting places like Sebilis and Chardok. His travels through the lands of Norrath saw him skating on ice in far Western Wastes dodging dragons and doors that somehow were always thought to be “hot” in frozen tundra.

During the Golden Age of Pak, our fearless leader met the challenges of the different Planes to help guide and lead Pak to Time, a place many other guilds never thought Pak would see.

Then there came OMGoD. Mix still doesn’t like to talk about it. =\ It was a time of great sorrow, the Kodtaz to Yxtta death run. The room of death with bags and keys and poorly timed clicks. Timed events with zone wide AES and drunken monks …(But that is a whole different story.)

He managed MPG Trials, low numbers, juicy mistells, policy changes, passed on loot, inspired us with lotsa of WTFs in raidsay, dealt with folks with attitudes, trains from others, trains from Caquaa, endless missions to get to Demi-Planes and the break into Deathknell with TSS on the horizon.

AND NOW….

Pretty amazing stuff for a simple shaman/cleric dude with a real life social calendar that rivals any CEO of any major organization and personal poster boy for HOT TUBS OF AMERICA.

If you have read this far, you are truly a masochist and also a good friend and guild mate of Welaker. He is deserving of far more than can be placed in this small history of a guild leader as truly dedicated to Pak as he has been. If you didn’t get to know him throughout your journeys in Norrath, you have lost out.

He is now set to take all of his uber EQ skills and is ready to apply them to the unsuspecting folks in RL. We fired up the short bus but this time instead of Welaker driving us to our next destination, we are taking him home where he can lay his armor and buffalo headpiece thingie on the tundra of Everfrost, his dark brown eyes focused on new horizons.

You will be missed Welaker. Fare thee well.  

-Dreamcatcher