EQ History

Maelarya Dys'Entari - final main (2003-2005)
Dark Elf Cleric
Guilds: Triadica (1.5yrs) - Age of Tyranny (retired tagged)

Caitlinn V'bran - Previous Main (2000-2002)
Wood Elf Druid
Guilds: Union (1.5yrs, retired tagged), Scarlet Horizon (1+yrs), Triadica (2+ yrs, switched mains)

Hammerthynn Healingson - original main (1999-2000)
Male Barbarian Shaman
Guilds: Watch Tower (6 months), Union (1 yr-retired tagged)

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Will edit in stories later...

Verileah
Barbarian Shaman

Guilds:

Legion of the White Rose: This guild probably the most dramatic effect on Verileah's development as a character. I'm not sure I want to know how I am remembered there, but honestly most of my memories of this guild are quite fond ones. I left due to...internal disagreements.

Guardians of the Crystal Rose: I just didn't fit in. It happens. Was only there for a month or so. I did manage to meet some interesting people even if at the time we just didn't share the same interests in the game.

Unguilded: I spent a fair amount of time unguilded and, with the help of my friends, actually accomplished a reasonable amount. In general it was actually a good time. This was at a time in EQ when so many were ready to leave their family guilds and move on to raiding guilds that my friends seemed to be spread out everywhere, but I was in an in between phase. I wasn't comfortable with the idea of a family style guild, but wasn't ready to go to a fast paced raiding guild because I felt I had so much left to do in earlier content.

Triadica: My most memorable Triadica moments are really a blur of excessive deaths, late night raids, good old fashioned hate, and dear friends :). However, I believe I might have a story or two to share at some point in the future. I got to see more than I ever imagined, and while getting to Time was exciting to me, I think it always felt a little abstract. I got the most enjoyment out of tearing up the zones I had heard of since I was a little squishy shaman and only wished I could someday see.

I never had any serious alts. I remember making a druid but I don't even remember her name. Verileah was my baby.

I have a story about her too. It's about the shaman cudgel quest from a Barbarian's point of view, and I think if nothing else it captures her well.

Soooo....if you'd like to read it...read on. It's kinda long though. The accounting was written over a year ago for the Legion forums but it's very...Veri :).

The bartender of the Tavern of the Morning Rose was cheerfully whistling as he served a crowded bar drinks and kept a wary eye on the stage for what he liked to call “tomfoolery.” Ever-suspicious since the fateful night he was soundly pranked by the followers of Bristlebane, he watched carefully for nonsense or anything else that might disturb his orderly business. Thus when Verileah made her usual noisy entrance into the tavern, his orders were quick and subtle; hide anything breakable and get the awkward barbarian seated and steady as quickly as possible. Not that the bartender disliked the well-meaning shaman; the young lady had wormed her way into his heart somewhere between the time she broke every dish in the tavern and the time she blew up his best cauldron. But business was business and the bartender was nothing if not careful. Seeing the white-haired shaman seated reasonably safely at a barbarian-sized barstool, he approached her to put her usual mug in her hand, taking in her unusually quiet demeanor and the soft smile on her somewhat more weathered face.

“Yer usual miss!” he barked in his usual gruff way as he shoved the steaming mug of hot brew into her hands. But as he stepped back to continue his work, he noticed a long white scar that ran from Verileah’s elbow to her wrist. Concerned, he gave her a solid poke in the ribs and grumbled at the injury.

“A’ right now. What sort of mess have ye gotten yerself into this time? Been dealin’ wit the wrong sort of folk from the look of it!”

Verileah grunted at the bartender, then picked up her mug and emptied it. Wiping the foam from her upper lip, she flashed the bartender a grin and said “It looks worse than it is old man. And…it has a story. It’s the right sort of scar, you see?”

“Right sort of scar indeed! Sounds like more of yer usual tomfoolery to me! Probably got that fighting with that feller that insulted yer kind er some such. Pfft, story indeed!”

Verileah grinned in a knowing sort of way, and leaned in closer to the bartender, who was feigning disinterest as he dried off freshly washed mugs with a towel.

“Oh, but there is a story old man. And it all started with a gnome,” the barbarian said with a nod of her head.

“Ha! Well, as they say, you can’t trust a gnome, so you can’t trust stories that involve ‘em neither. That’s what they say you know.”

“Is that so? Well, that gnome over there seems to be fetching you quite a bit of business tonight. Shall you send him away? Seeing as how he can’t be trusted…”

Indeed, there seemed to be quite a crowd growing around a grinning bald-headed gnome and his accompanying spectre pet. The gnome was gesturing for silence from the crowd, but they could not contain their gasp of shock when the pet fell over dead, or their roar of laughter when the spectre sprung back to life.

The bartender dried his mugs all the more vigorously as he muttered to himself.

“Well now. As you were saying, it all started with a gnome?”

Verileah managed to hide her smirk behind the once again full mug of brew. “Ah, yes. A gnome. You see, this gnome advised me that some of my fellow shaman had a mystery to solve before it destroyed them all. Always seems to be that sort of mystery happening in these strange lands, wouldn’t you say? At any rate, he mentioned that these shaman would go to any lengths to solve the mystery and free those who had suffered its consequences. In fact, he mentioned that those who aided the shaman would be most well rewarded. So naturally I set out to discover the shaman he spoke of and aide them in their search for the truth. Only, well…”

The bartender felt fit to stomp his little foot at the sudden pause in the story, but somehow managed to maintain a reasonable amount of disdain for the subject at hand. He did steal a few furtive looks at the barbarian as she once again drained her mug, and he tried to keep from muttering to himself as he refilled it.

“Well, you see, they were…well, they were Iksars.”

At this the bartender could no longer contain himself. Opening his mouth with no idea of what was about to come out (though he suspected it would involve some rather severe swearing), he managed to surprise even himself with a roar of deep and sincere laughter.

“Iksar! Iksar! And you, as barbarian as the night is dark, thinking you could just stroll in and speak with the likes of them! Iksar!” With that, he abandoned his rather worried towel and completely dry mugs, pulled up a barstool, and plunked down next to Verileah.

“So, tell me. What was the look on their faces when you strolled up to their gates and demanded to speak with the Cabilis Mystics?”

“I…can’t say I recall the look on their faces. Sorry to say.”

“Well, what did they say to you then? Surely they said something to you!”

“I’m…pretty sure they did. I rather recall they had quite a lot to say to me…but I don’t rightly remember the words.”

“Well then what in the world happened then? You can’t expect me to believe you walked right up to the guards of Cabilis with yer parisol and high heels on and shared a glass of lemonade with them after all!”

Verileah looked straight into the bartender’s eyes. Behind the somewhat grave expression, the bartender almost detected a twitch as if she were suppressing a smile.

“They hit me. A lot.”

“Oh, now miss. See here now, you can’t expect any better from those folk. You know what they say about the Iksar, why they say…”

Verileah held up her hand for quiet, and much to her surprise the bartender closed his mouth with an audible snap.

“Yes, old man, they were a rather rough bunch at first. Chased me out of the city more than a few times, and roughed up a dear friend who tried to trick them into thinking I was a long time ally of theirs…but slowly, over time, and with the help of many of my dear friends, I began to win them over. It was mostly thanks to a certain guard who had a passion for gambling and challenged my abilities to slaughter the undead that plagued his lands for a sum if I brought back proof. Little did he know that for the most part I wasn’t killing the wandering skeletons at all! This gnomish friend of mine happens to be an expert in all matters undead and provided me with all the proof I needed to satisfy the gambling guard. In the end they welcomed me with open arms, especially after hearing a funny little story I told them.”

“Oh? Funny story eh?”

“Well…it’s actually rather embarrassing and cost me as many friends as I won, but, well, see, Jobober, my little pet, rather took sick one day while I was hunting in the Lake of Ill Omen. Just sort of…went berserk I guess. I was resting in a watch tower at the time, and by the time I got the poor beast under control he had managed to have a rather, er, fatal impact on some of the explorers camping in the tower with me. Now the Iksar thought the whole thing was quite hilarious…the folk of Fironia Vie, though…well, they weren’t quite so amused.”

“Hmmph. Well, I’ve always been one to say that if yer going to have pets you best be responsible for them. Can’t say I approve, beggin’ yer pardon, but I suppose it can’t be helped now. So what happened when you earned the favor of Cabilis? Did you get to meet the Mystics, and speak of the mystery?”

“Indeed I did. Naturally at first they were skeptical, but eventually the wise shaman of Cabilis mentioned that three skulls had disappeared from their temple. These skulls were in fact closely guarded relics of, as they said, ‘soon to be ancients’. From their careful words I determined the loss of the skulls was a result of treachery from within. I did not have to wander outside the city to find the outcast Iksars who had robbed the temple of its sacred relics. The wise ones were most pleased when I returned the skulls to them, and were generous in their reward. From there, they mentioned still more skulls that had been lost. These took a bit more searching to retrieve; one had somehow ended up in the belly of a great fish, while the other had been smashed in two. I managed to repair it, and hoped the Cabilis mystics would not notice when I returned the skulls to their care.”

“Hmmph. Strange folk indeed. I don’t rightly understand what they wanted with some old skulls in the first place. Creepy business, if you ask me, beggin’ yer pardon.”

Verileah managed to stop herself from rolling her eyes as she downed yet another brew. As she took her time placing her mug just so and wiping her mouth with her sleeve, the bartender grew impatient.

“Well?”

“Well? Oh, yes. So the mystics seemed satisfied with my work. Indeed, they were satisfied beyond what I had expected, for one began heralding me as the chosen savior of the lost Iksar skulls. More than a little intimidating to become a chosen savior overnight, let me tell you. But as I had started down this road wanting to see where it would take me, I felt I must continue. When I was then given the task of recovering the skulls of the Caste of Bone Brethren, I complied willingly. Had I known what a task it would be I might have simply left the city and never returned; the undead crusaders who carried the missing skulls were no easy thing to find. But in the end, find them I did, and I returned the sacred skulls to their keepers in Cabilis.”

“Pfft. Don’t go getting big headed from what yer new friends are fillin’ yer head with. Was pure barbarian mulishness that got you those skulls, none of this ‘chosen savior’ rubbish. Harrumph!”

“Be that as it may, old man, the temple was pleased by my endeavors. Pleased enough to keep rewarding me here and there when I gave them skulls. And so it continued. The Crusaders of Rok Nolok, it seems, had suffered some wretched curse of the gods, and their skulls too were thought to be lost forever. Tracking those skulls, which had shrunken due to some magical rain and burned with a feverish glow long after their owners had parted from them, was blessedly easier than finding the skulls of the Bone Brethren at least. These skulls I gave to a sad and lonely Iksar who seemed more deeply pained than I could understand at the horrors the Rok Nolok had suffered before their death. It was a great relief to him to have the skulls returned so he could go about honoring them and putting their souls to rest.”

“It was then that he said something…strange, to my ears at least. He told me of more skulls that must be retrieved, the skulls of Di Nozok, which I was of course glad to do if only to offer some small light into this mournful Iksar’s world. He then told me to return the skulls to a Mystic of the Temple…he said…how did it go…he said “I shall wait within Zand.” This is what first led me to believe there was more to the retrieval of these skulls than there appeared to be. It was clear to me now that there were greater and more mysterious forces at work then those of a simple shaman and a handful of old mystics.”

“Unable to contain my curiosity in light of this new information, I retrieved the skulls as quickly as I could. It took a bit of bribery and manipulation on my part, but in the end the skulls were brought back to where they belonged.”

The bartender, seeing that Verileah would go no further until her mug was once again full, began to fill it with a frown. He motioned to give the drink to the barbarian, but hesitated and kept the mug, getting out a freshly washed one and filling that as well. He set both on the bar and crinkled his great forehead into an impossible number of little folds and crevices.

“Now see here miss. This is quite a tale you be telling me here, and I’ve believed it, every word, up to a point. But what yer talkin’ about here, this bit about ‘mysterious forces at work’ and folks talkin’ but not really bein’ them talkin’…well, these Iksar, they’re a tricky bunch, and I just don’t want to see a nice girl like you bein’ taken in by a bunch of…”

Verileah’s face darkened at his words and she cut him off with nearly a snarl. “Hear me out old man. If you doubt at the end I will think no less of you, save to think you are nothing more than what your precious “they” say. Now I don’t know about being a chosen savior, and I’m willing to put a dose of doubt into the stories and legends these people have told me, but I tell you this: there are things I have seen with my own eyes, heard with my own ears, that cannot be denied. So if you are willing to write the tales of the Iksar off as trickery perhaps you had best say the same of my own tales and be done with it.”

“Now now, miss, I meant no offense, truly I did not. I see that in spite of your light hearted telling you have been much affected by this quest. Forgive me, and continue your tale.”

At this, Verileah seemed to remember herself, and the dark look vanished from her face as quickly as it had appeared. “Old man, I am the one who must ask for forgiveness. I understand this tale borders on outrageous at times. I must simply ask for your trust, and in as great of quantity as I ask for your patience in the telling of this tale. Perhaps more. I should not have taken that for granted, and I am at the mercy of your judgment.”

The bartender chuckled and smiled warmly at the shaman. “And I, I am at the mercy of this tale! Do finish it. I do not promise to believe the way you believe, but I will listen and I will trust you are not spinning deceit, whether your own or that of the Iksar.”

With that, Verileah and the bartender both downed their drinks together and shared a mutual smile.

“Ah, now where was I? Ah yes, I returned the skulls to Zand, who I must admit seemed the same as always to me. But when Zand told me to visit Hierophant Dexl, my suspicions returned. I did indeed speak with Dexl (an Iksar almost as cranky as you, old man). He ignored me most rudely until I mentioned who had sent me. I don’t know what impulse brought me to make this claim, but on the other hand I do not think it was a lie after all. I told him Di Nozok sent me.”

“I could never have expected what happened next. Dexl’s eyes rolled back in his head, and when they again met mine I knew I was not looking at Dexl at all. A voice came from his mouth, but it was not his own voice. Rather, it seemed to be three voices, voices of females with soft, almost musical tones, but heavy and terrible at the same time. They told me they were the Sisters of the Scale, and they had been expecting me. They implored me to find their lost skulls and return them.”

“The moment the Sisters finished speaking, I could tell they were gone, but I called to them anyway, hoping they would return. I asked them ‘who are you, who are the Sisters of the Scale?’ But alas, I was too late, and got only the half answers of Dexl, who advised me that the Sisters were a legendary trio of mystics, and that he had already sent out a channeler to retrieve their missing skulls. He told me that this channeler was a gifted alchemist who would be able to protect himself from harm with his potions, but that I might as well try to check up and see how he’s faring. I admit I was alarmed when I heard Dexl’s words, though I cannot say in hindsight if it was a simple fear of once again going into the unknown, or a more genuine foreboding. I can only say that I felt in my heart the channeler Dexl spoke of was in grave danger. When I heard of the discovery of a potion that would allow one’s mind to be blocked from intrusion my sense of dread grew, and it became clear to me where the channeler had gone, and what his fate may have been. I managed to create what I hoped was the correct potion, although the recipe was an unfamiliar one. But still, I balked at going into the black Crypt of Dalnir and possibly meeting the same fate as the channeler. So with me I took a gifted bard, to keep our minds clear and our bodies swift and strong against the enemy. I took a fierce beastlord who knew no fear, who could rip through the enemy with his savage claws. And finally I took a brave necromancer, an expert in all matters undead and one well versed in the dark crypt we would soon find ourselves in. Together the four of us unleashed a fury unlike any ever seen in that evil lair. The demented beings of that place fell against us like waves, but again and again we pushed them back until at last, when we were at the brink of exhaustion (and some of us long over the brink), we found the channeler. He had indeed been overpowered in the crypt, and his mind was a twisted and pitiful thing to behold. With the potion I gave him he was able to respond to me enough to understand that I was there to find the skulls of the Sisters of the Scale, but after giving me the one he had apparently managed to recover, he ranted some nonsense about going where pines have been smashed and reaching great heights, and fled from me.”

“At this point I must admit I was at a loss. I had managed to retrieve one skull of the sisters, but surely there should be three. Where had the other two gone? It was then that I remembered the channeler’s words. Strange though they were, perhaps there was more to them than the insane ranting of a broken Iksar. I took a trip to Burning Woods to search for clues, for that whole land appears smashed and broken to the eyes. There I found a tower, one that I recognized as belonging to the Sarnaks. Suddenly it all became clear; the Sarnaks in the Crypt, the Sarnaks here…clearly the channeler had discovered some connection between the skulls and the Sarnaks, though why those perversions would take an interest in Iksar skulls I failed to understand. I went boldly to the top of the tower and demanded the skulls of the Sisters from the Sarnak watching with beady eyes from the platform. He did not insult me by lying. Rather, he chose to make the most out of his situation, apparently believing I had already discovered the truth. He told me he would trade. A skull for a skull, he said, and would not have it any other way. He claimed that long ago, he was a slave to an Iksar. He wished me to find this Iksar, and kill him, expressing his wishes to mount the skull to his wall.”

“I did find the Iksar he spoke of. I am not certain, but I believe the nasty Sarnak knew exactly what had happened to him; it seemed the once prominent Iksar’s fate had turned on him, and now it was he that was enslaved. He was…pitiful to behold. I confess…I had not the heart to kill him, though he was no friend to me. Fortunately the fearless beastlord had accompanied me to find the Iksar, and had the good sense to understand what must be done. It was some small comfort to me that the beastlord thought it a kindness to end the Iksar’s misery. I took his skull, and journeyed to Burning Woods once more.”

At this, Verileah paused and shakily took a sip from her drink. What the bartender first took for simple weariness he soon realized was in fact barely containable rage.

“And do you know,” the shaman said, slamming her mug on the counter, “do you know what that bastard Sarnak did when I gave him the skull? He tossed it out the window to smash among the cobblestones like rubbish! And then he said in his nasty reedy voice, ‘Oh, so sad you see, but I’ve already given the skull to another. Perhaps you’d like to meet him? Say hello, why don’t you, he’s right behind you.’ And then he laughed as I spun around to meet the wicked Sarnak who held a sacred skull in his hand, and he laughed at my face as I saw that he was not a Sarnak at all! The one the bastard had gifted with the skull was an Iksar, and one I knew well, one I had seen walk freely among the people of Cabilis! I was consumed with fury and disgust at the sight of him, and we battled fiercely in that tower high in the sky. The Sarnak laughed and laughed, and healed his friend Iksar, but I bested him anyway, and took the skull from his dying clutches.”

The bartender quickly took Verileah’s mug from her grasp before she could take another torturously slow sip and leaned forward, lowering his voice to a whisper and ducking his head. “So…who was it? Who was the traitor Iksar?”

Verileah hesitated at this. Her eyes flicked around the room before leaning in so she was nearly nose to nose with the bartender, and her whispers had an almost desperate quality to them. “I…you must understand. I never spoke of this to the Cabilis Mystics. Not the skull of the Iksar Slave, not the traitor…none of it. I am, in the end, not of their kind, and I knew they would never forgive me for the murder of their own. I knew they would not believe me if I told them of the traitor that walked among them. But I will tell you, because I know I must trust you if I expect you to trust me. It was…” At this, Verileah lowered her voice so it could barely be heard by the bartender, much less anyone else within earshot. The bartender’s eyes widened in surprise and horror at the name she whispered and his face flushed to an angry purple shade.

“Why…but! Of all the dirty, filthy…”

“Keep your voice down!” Verileah hissed.

“You mean to tell me that Clerk Doval is a traitor to his own kind? And you did nothing to stop this? It makes my blood boil, it does, and here you sit…”

“I will tell you only once more to Keep. Your. Voice. Down. I have given you my reasons and will say no more on this dark subject.”

“Whole damn tale is dark! All death and darkness and betrayal! Why did you come here Verileah, why did you tell me this awful tale?”

“I am sorry. It started off light enough, and ends well enough, but I can see it is too much for you. I will stop. Here, I will buy you a drink. We can talk of lighter things ‘til sunup, and I will have you forgetting this bad business before long. What do you say?”

“I say what’s done is done. Just finish the damn story and be quick about it, you know I wouldn’t let you stop even if you wanted to; I’d badger and bother until the whole thing was out in the open. Just…get on with it.”

“Alright then. Are you sure?” With a warning glare from the bartender, Verileah continued. “I was weary in body and mind when I returned to Cabilis with two of the three skulls, when what should I hear but a rumor of a greedy Iksar putting the last skull up for sale! Eagerly I sought out this Iksar, who told me the skull had been sold. My heart fell and I nearly lost hope, but the Iksar took pity on me and promised to tell me who bought the skull if I would do him a small favor, a bit of research for his craft. That was easily enough completed, and I gladly returned to the Iksar to trade information. Unfortunately, the buyer, a hulking bully named, predictably, Bruiser, had beaten me there, and had already managed to upset the fortune-seeking Iksar. The poor thing had actually soiled himself with fright! I knew what had to be done, and I put that Bruiser right back in his place, six feet under thank you very much. And so the last skull was found.”

“I returned to Dexl with the skulls and once again heard the voices of the Ancients through him, telling me I had done well. I admit…I felt some guilt at this. If they had known what I had to do in order to get these skulls…well, no use thinking about it now. They thanked me, and rewarded me.”

“And so I was once again lost. I wandered the city of Cabilis, not knowing quite what to do with myself, the heavy burden of guilt that I carried, and the sense that this was not the end of the tale at all. I stayed there for some time, until in my wanderings I came across an oracle named Granix who spoke of restless dreams and visions. When pressed, he spoke of a city where the dead do not rest as they should and wished for a way to bring them to peace. Finally I was ready to continue in my search for the lost skulls of Cabilis, and knew what I had to do. I also knew I could not do it alone. Once again I consulted my brilliant necromancer friend, who was kind enough to accompany me to the abandoned city of the Iksar, Charasis. Together we opened door after door in the dungeon, which turned out to be quite populated by all forms of beasts both living and dead, and at long last found our way to the southern most wing of the dungeon where the restless dead walked. This was quite an exhausting task in and of itself, but when we were joined by the mighty beastlord we once again found our strength. We battled our way through the dungeon and discovered skull after Iksar skull to return to Granix for investigation. The clever necromancer even braved the dreaded eastern most wing to retrieve the powerful key that would open any door in Charasis, for we knew we would be returning to that accursed place.

“I returned to Cabilis with the skulls for Granix to investigate, but after looking at one he knew it was beyond him to resolve the pain he saw in the skulls I carried. He sent me to another Oracle, one well versed in the ways of freeing spirits from their undead bondage. His name was Oracle Quiln, and it seemed he too was expecting me, a sensation I will never quite get used to. I gave him the same skull I had previously shown Granix, and Quiln was pleased. He performed a ritual, a sacred rite to recover the spirit locked in the skull and release it at last. I will not speak of it, for it is holy to them and I would not defile their beliefs for your curiosity, old man. I will only say that for one moment I was able to completely believe, without doubt, that these greater forces I do not claim to understand were both real and powerfully relevant.

“And then I rather got the living daylights scared out of me. Apparently Oracle Quiln, in his own way, was telling me that the skull would reanimate, attach itself to its former skeleton, and come to attack me. Perhaps I just don’t speak Iksar well. A darn lucky thing my mighty beastlord partner was watching from behind a rock and was able to assist me in vanquishing the arisen Iksar and putting it to rest at last. When we were through there was naught but fragments left, and I thought surely the quest was at last completed. However, when I showed Quiln the fragments, he seemed to feel the spirit was not at rest at all, that it was in fact rebelling, driven mad by some evil he did not know. He advised me to speak with Granix again, who spoke of removing the spirits by force and gave me a mighty weapon to complete the task.

“Is that…” the bartender said, gesturing to an oddly shaped cudgel leaning against the barbarian’s barstool.

“No. Getting to that.”

“And what about…” the bartender pointed once again to the scar on Verileah’s forearm.

“We’re almost there, I promise.”

“Ah, right then. Carry on.”

“Indeed. Granix then spoke more of the visions and voices, voices of the ancients, which clouded his mind and gave him no peace. Amongst these confused mutterings I gleaned that Kaesora was some sort of focal point and decided to visit this dungeon. Once again, my ever faithful friends accompanied me...”

“Way I heard it you fell into a pit full of spiders and had to be dragged out,” the bartender muttered.

“As I was saying, my dear and loyal friends assisted me in this venture to delve into the dark and mysterious…oh shut up old man.”

“Sorry, sorry. Go on.”

“Right. Eventually we found the one we sought, a twisted necromancer hidden deep in the dungeon, and vanquished him.”

“After you fell on your as…”

“Shut. Up. On the necromancer Xalgoz I discovered a necklace of shrunken Iksar skulls, which I thought might be significant. Upon exiting the dungeon, I came across the strangest Iksar I have ever met. He spoke entirely in gestures, indicating I should give him the necklace I had found. This he put into a bag after giving me a most unnerving stare. Then he gestured for me to put my hand out. Something about him, some strange commanding aura, forced me to comply without hesitation. I simply knew I must obey him. That knowledge did nothing to soften the sudden pain I felt as he sliced my arm open, allowing my blood to flow into the bag with the skulls. But before I could so much as cry out (or worse, cut him right back), it was over, and suddenly he was speaking. He told me I now shared the mark of the Rile, that our fates were intertwined. The Rile, he said, was the son of the greatest and most terrible emperor the Iksar have ever known, and the skulls on the necklace were those of traitors of Rile’s relics. The strange Iksar continued, saying, much to my astonishment, that the emperor had risen and must be defeated.

“Though my heart was filled with fear at these terrible and twisted stories, I knew that I was now ready to finish this task. The Iksar Oracle was much less odd now…I would guess he seemed nearly normal because he chose to communicate with me after marking me, but some say that the mark changed me much more than it changed him. At any rate, he was clear in explaining what had to be done. He would need a true relic of Rile, and the soul of Rile’s father. Finally, he would need a vessel to siphon the emperor’s soul.

“These things I brought before the Oracle, after slaughtering many of the Emperor’s servants and a…projection, an image, of the Emperor himself. There was just enough of the Emperor’s soul animating this illusion to complete the task. The Oracle was well pleased. Finally the tortured souls of Charasis could be put to rest. However, force was still needed to tear these spirits from the dark rituals that tied them to this world.

“And so once again my dear friends walked with me to the city of Charasis. Not one but two manipulators of the undead forces came to my aide; one the clever gnome I spoke of earlier, the other an adventurous and daring dark elf. The mighty and fearless beastlord offered his savage claws to the cause. A stout and steadfast ogre volunteered his sword to the slaying of these pitiful apparitions. Finally, a high elf priestess gifted us with her powers over life and death itself in order to keep our gathering on the side of light. With this fellowship I knew we could not fail in our task.

“We entered the city. Waves upon waves of warped beings rushed our path and crashed against the broad chest of the ogre as we destroyed them. Quickly we tore through the tunnels, slaughtering everything that dared cross our path (and more besides as a certain necromancer took much joy in the killing of these pitiful creatures). At last I stood face to face with an Iksar apparition. I showed him the Iksar relics I had received from the mysterious Oracle and suddenly felt a great force fly through me and into the Iksar. The very walls seemed to tremble with power…an Emperor’s power. Guards appeared from out of thin air, and it was then that I cried out to my fellow adventurers ‘Fall back! Verily, the Emperor has come! Fall back!’

“The Emperor, no more than a swirling and malformed mass of bones, took no interest in me. Rather, he had come for his son, the one he had managed to imprison all these long years in Charasis. The one I had awoken when I showed him the Iksar relics. They battled there for what seemed like an age before the Emperor finally defeated the Rile once more. And then he saw us.

“Before we knew it, the Emperor and his guards were upon us! Fiercely we fought the undead spirits, and quickly we succeeded. Every one of the fellowship showed their might in a show of defiance against these wicked undead. But after the Emperor and his guards were no more than a high pile of bones on the floor, we saw yet another apparition. I approached him cautiously, not knowing if he meant us harm, for I saw that there stood the spirit of Rile. But he beckoned me closer and urgently whispered the last thing I must do. I obeyed, and though I often fail to understand Iksar and their ways, I do believe he smiled before his body and spirit vanished without a trace. He was free at last.

“I turned back to my friends with a somewhat heavy heart. You see, the Rile’s final instruction was to use my reward from the Iksar to unite his body and soul so they may be freed. It was, naturally, destroyed, and I would miss the reward I had worked so hard to earn. But as I stepped toward my party I noticed their uncertain expressions, as if they did not recognize me. At first I believed they were simply recovering from a long and well fought battle, but then I felt for the first time an unfamiliar weight in my hand. I looked down, and I saw…well, here, see for yourself.”

Verileah gestured to the cudgel that rested on her barstool, then picked it up with one hand to show the bartender. At first he saw only a sort of a sphere with great metal spikes encircling it, all mounted onto an ornate handle, but as Verileah turned the cudgel he saw that it was not some crafted sphere at all. It was a grotesque skull that seemed to stare right through him, and he nearly jumped at the sight of it. However, he quickly remembered his manners and even managed a small if somewhat sickly smile for the barbarian.

“Well that’s…that’s real nice miss. Real fitting. Suits you, it does. Yes, very nice…thing...you have…”

The bartender’s eyes had drifted down to around his shoes as he spoke, but he risked a quick glance at the shaman to see if he had managed to fool her. He came face to face with a broad smirk, and he and Verileah shared a hearty laugh as they guzzled the last of their brews.

“Right then Miss. Quite a tale you’ve told me tonight, quite a tale. But I can’t be sitting on my old duff all day and night you know; why, I have work to do in the kitchens!”

“Work? Well why didn’t you say so? I can certainly help with that! Where shall I start?”

The bartender looked most uncomfortable at Verileah’s offer. Memories of destroyed party platters and boiled over stews flashed through his mind as he forced a wide grin and spoke through partially clenched teeth.

“Now miss, you don’t need to be doing none of that. You just sit here and enjoy yer brew, I may be old but I’ve managed long enough without you, see?”

Verileah looked so crestfallen at this that the bartender almost felt guilty enough to allow his precious kitchen to be disrupted once again by the barbarian. Almost. Still, feeling he ought to say something to cheer her up, he suddenly remembered a rumor he had picked up from a band of travelers.

“Now if you want to go helping folk with their kitchen business, I hear tell that some of them Coldain dwarven folk are looking for trades folk to help around the home front. Maybe not a glamorous adventure, but it’d be good honest work for you, which you seem to be wantin’ as of late.”

Verileah brightened at this, and the newly found sparkle in her eyes was almost enough to wipe the bartender’s guilt away. He wandered back to the kitchens, muttering a nearly silent prayer that the dwarves forgive him.

Name: Geeii Jho (of Joe, befor ethe name change)
Race: Dark Elf
Class: Rogue
Guild History:
Nomad (briefly, wasn't a serious player at this point)
Mithril Daggers (about 6 months, RL friends..formed a couple bonds, met some cool people)
Union (about a year, this is where I met many of the people that were to become my best EQ friends.)
Unguilded (To get enough levels to app to a higher level guild)
and finally
Triadica (Long enough to make an impact, and a blast the whole time, its what got me hooked) - Retired and sold.


A story later, when inspiration comes.

2001-2005 Gilly RIP

Name Gilae Sul'Harai, in the only bit of anything resembling roleplay I ever did, I got game married to a friend I "grew up with" and became Gilae Sul'Deldraug

Race/Class Woodelf Bard - the bardiest!

Guild(s)I was drive by guilded by Angels of Chaos...a silly newbie guild. Then my friend Wendaen joined a "big guild", Spirits of Sanctuary which I later became an officer of. We tried to turn it into a raid guild and when that cause factions the guild split up and I joined Norrathian Society of Anarchy to try and get everyone back together. It worked, temporarily...but the leader of NSA was an assmonkey (VERY long story) and I left and took the old SoS and some of NSA away and started House of Funk. Our long term raiding goal was to master every dragon in the game...and after succeeding we sort of lost interest in the game...a number of people leaving to play City of Heroes. I moved into my new house about then and lost internet access for a month which was no small portion of the problem. I came back and without feeling the responsibility of all my long time guild friends, I was able to join Triadica and see some content I thought I'd never get to see. However, when everyone saw me come back...they all came back. My two best friends from the game Anulien and Glugbug, decided they'd reform HoF and begged me to rejoin...so I did. We did some low end Time content and some other pretty impressive feats with only a few people. But then Anulien and some other leet members of the SolRo community formed AoT and asked if we'd like to be absorbed into the guild...Glug and I thought this was a rare opportunity to give our friends to see things they'd never get to see otherwise, so we agreed. My ass is still in AoT though I guess, since I never log in anymore, I'm pretty much retired.

Character history Not much to say on this front...or maybe more accurately too much to say. I put so much into being "Gilae" that it's hard to seperate the toon from the girl...and what's more it's impossible to believe I'm willing to give her up after all this time. I've met more interesting people and made so many lifetime friendships as a result of her that she'll always be important to me.

Kiltheranos
Human/DE wizard to 23
Joined Scarlet horizon

switched to

Vulash
70 shaman badass barbarian
Scarlet Horizon 4+ years, Triadica about 8 months then BoR until they quit then back to Triad until I quit and sold to Bruuce 2.0 - I believe my toon is now flagged AoT

Larene Stormfire
Half Elf
Paladin
Active



Larene has & will always be my main toon. I created her out of sheer desperation on Oct 11, 2002, because the hubby was playin eq 24/7 and I thought it would be a great way to spend some time together.

Little did I know what was in store for me. First off I made Larene wrong and by the time i realized it I wasn't willing nor was i inclined to delete her and start over. Thinking back maybe I should have. OH well thats all water under the bridge.

Like Gilly and her bard, Larene is an extention of ME, its hard to seperate the two of us. Because I have put much of me into her.

AS for guilds:

Dark Hour was my first guild, its where some of my fondest EQ memories are and also some of the most painful. I spent quite a bit of time there.

KRoL was my second guild and I was there all of 2 days before I deguilded myself. I realized that it wasnt for me.

At the time I didn't think I would be allowed back in DH so I went to thier sister guild Darkening Horizons. Little did I know that I would only be there a week. Most went to Rising Legacy. AS I wasn't lvl 55 yet, I went back to DH and was there for about 6 more months.

Due to some problems with a different guild and guild leader I felt it best at the time to deguild so there would not be problems for those that I cared about. Plus I don't like people giving me ultimatiums.

I went to Rising Legacy then, was there for thier one week probationary period. I think at the time I was not experienced enough to be there and a week later they deguilded me. /shrug

Next came Serra Advocates, I was with people I knew again and for a whiel everything was fine and dandy. The guild leader and I saw eye to eye on most things. Until he started cussing me out Via AIM. after abotu 4 months of being in a bad mood constantly, I had enough, I was sitting in EC talking to some friends of mine and I popped off with a typical blunt question. " HOw do I get out of this chicken shit outfit?"
They all knew the problems I was having with the guild leader because they had all expeienced it to. They ALL told me " Just do it!"
I calmly said Bye guys and gals in GC and deguilded myself once again.

Realizing I wanted higher end content, I researched guilds to a great extent, and decided on Necessary Evil. After my one month pledge period and acceptance into the guild I was very happy.

Necessary Evil became like home to me, I had my friends and people I came to think of as family. The days before they folded were among the happiest of my eq career.

I applied to Triadica after NE folded and reflecting back, I don't think it was a good fit. As much as I appricate what Triadica did for me and the friends I made there. Well for every good moment there were 2 or 3 bad ones.

I'm in Darkblood now and can't imagine myself going anywhere else, I am once again among friends and people i considered family in NE and I'm happy.

Right about the time luclin was released, I started playing a Iksar Shaman. I can reflect now on the fact that I was the suckiest shaman ever, and my gear was composed of raw-hide with a springwood club. But, then I quit.

Flash forward to just before LoY is released, and I'm back, albeit on my own account, not one of my familys. I make a bard and after getting some starting twink gear from my little brother, I make my way into the leveling world.

My first guild was Legion of the White Rose. This is where I met Verileah (I first met her at a lotwr arena battle, where I mezzed her a few times before this Gerryk [later remade Fozzik], a level 50ish warrior came and beat me down. ) Evernicus (later to switch his main to a gnomie) Etric (who made late night guild chat hilarious) Joaty and Sephys (who also made late night guild chat hilarious) Sarvis and Treyya, etc.

Eventualy, internal drama (Aka : Kendricke) made me and my family leave the guild.

I went and joined JPD, since there was people that knew me, and it was what i considered a next step.
But, I didn't fit in, I always felt excluded from events, and the raid time did not fit with me whatsoever.

So when I heard Triadica was recruiting bards, I took the plunge (I was in JPD two weeks maybe?) and joined the guild Pharren (who was nudging me to join) told me so much about. Joining Triadica was the best thing I could have ever done. I loved it. Aladora (a jpd officer) fucking hated me when I did this, and after taking me off ignore, she ripped into me about loyalty and honor and crap like that.

Triadica eventualy died, but I cannot die how much it changed the way I played and looked at the game. Triadica made me uber, and although I joined AoT and liked it alot, the game just wasn't the same (I blame WoW).

My first main was Galana Sapphiresword, March 17 1999 was her birthdate and she was a half elf paladin of Erollisi Marr. I was in a useless guild called Imperial Powers after being solo for ages. I used to be very shy (still am, but I make up for that by being loud) and basically wandered around, looking for people to lay hands on (in the healing sense of the word; I was still with my exboyfriend irl then). In early 2000, I joined JPD, invited by the ranger who was leader at that time, Oakknight Forrestheart. I have been in JPD since then, even though Galana was deleted by my ex about a year later. He also deleted my 2nd and 3rd chars, who were a wizzie and necro, who never got to level 30.

I made Kalliope in early 2000. She was my main I guess, and she is a human cleric of Mithaniel Marr. As a paladin, I was usually main healer and main tank in groups, basically because I was a moron and did not know that I sucked at healing. I made Kalliope because I wanted to be able to heal still, but LOVED the idea of being able to gate. I was shocked to find out that I healed way better as a cleric, and even better, I could rez with experience (even though it was crappy at first, and I had to wait to level 39, it was really a thrill for me. I still get a thrill every time I click my epic to rez someone with her, and I doubt that will change.

I made tons of alts, and I really love them all, but once I made Zaura, people started inviting me to groups as soon as I logged on, and I kind of liked that. I have a very hard time asking for anything, and I almost never ask anyone to join me or to help me with anything. I remember the first time I made a ring and I was ecstatic. I still do lots of that. I decided to be a GM jeweler because when I got my very first diamond, I enchanted a bar of gold, and asked a high level gnome enchanter in G Fay if he would be so kind as to combine them for me. He demanded 500pp up front and at the time I had about 16pp to my name. I told him no thanks, and that I planned to master jewelcraft and to combine for anyone and everyone who wanted me to, and that I would never charge anyone. I have kept that promise, even though I had done hundreds of combines for other enchanters to help them get rich while they sold jewelry in competition with me, and I do not regret it one bit.

I remember the first time I got clarity, and I was hooked. I decided that I would be the first enchanter I knew of who would buff everyone in sight and never charge. The day I made level 16, I took the boat to Firiona Vie, and bought Breeze, and scribed it, gated to Oasis, and shouted for a few hours that I was casting free Breeze at the dock. I then did that in EC, then in NK, SK, and every other danged place I knew how to get to alone. I did that pretty much every day till I got Clarity. I remember shouting in SK that I would buff everyone i encountered when I made level 29, and a few people cheered me on, but a few scoffed and insisted I would give in to the greed that ruled all enchanters and screw everyone over for clarity just like the rest of them. Actually, there are others who always buff for free, but folks tend to remember the less generous among us, I guess. I still have never charged for buffs, or rezzes or ports on my druid or wizzie, or even for coffins when I summon with my necro. I don't do it for praise or to be popular; I do it because it makes me feel good inside. That is the same reason I do the work that I do irl, and that is just how I get my kicks -- by doing random acts of kindness.

So, I suppose Zaura is best known for being generous with buffs and for talking too much.

Kalliope has been guild leader of JPD for three years, I think. I have been invited to most of the guiilds on the server, and I am very honored by that but I love my JPD, and I am not leaving till they kick my goofy ass out.

I will never be on any best of the best list, and I am okay with that. I also doubt I belong on any worst of the worst list either. I have had people tell me I am the best enchanter or the best cleric they ever grouped with, and I admit I love to hear that, but I know full well that they only think so because they have not grouped with the many players who are better than I am. :) I do not strive for excellence the way many people do -- I do not care how I fare in comparison to anyone else. I strive to be better than I was in the past, to beat my own achievements, to compette with myself and no one else. I love to meet people who are better at things that I do; I admire them and I can learn from them. I also can teach them now and then, if they want, because I believe almost everyone has skills that others can learn from, even me. :P I doubt you will find any guild on the server (welll till the merger, that is) that does not have several members who are former JPD. I think that is because most of them learned stuff in JPD and got better and then were qualified to join so called uber guilds. Oh and Geeii, you forgot to mention being in JPD, and so did Mae. And Elvais, sorry you felt you did not fit in at any raids, but when you deguild the day after joining, it is kinda hard to fit in at all those many raids, ya know?

OMG Zuara! I dont think theres enough room here to write about all your characters hehe =)

I guess I should post mine, since it was my idea lol

K, I got EQ cuz of a friend of mine from the dorms. He made me try it, and originally I was playing on his account lol I made a rogue on a pvp server (I didnt know what a pvp server was, I just picked the first one on the list). Eventually I got tired of people killing me and stealing my banded armor (OMFG banded armor was hard to get, you had to have someone make it for you!!)

K, so I decided I wanted my own account, so I went out and bought it. Didn't want to play pvp anymore cuz PKers are assholes. So I said "hey, sol ro looks good!" and Ladina was born!

Ladina Dawnfire: High Elf Wizard
K, so I was leveling up Ladina (who I made a wizard cuz they seemed like rogues only magic!) and a druid named Xenon asked me to join Magnus ***OMG /\/\AG/\/US*** We weren't super leet (like VVV lol) but we had fun, and ended up doing a lot of Fear and Hate raids (never got the stupid wiz robe from fear), and then when Sol Ro had a server split guild decided to head off, but I wanted to stay. So Ladina was guildless.

I considered joining Furious Pantaloons (was good friends with the guildleader) but then another Magnus guildie (Rayna, if anyone knew here... she was pretty infamous on the sol ro boards for a while... Xenon too for that matter) asked me to join Destiny with her, and so that's what I ended up doing.

Destiny was probably the most fun I had in EQ, we did some crazy stuff as a guild considering the lower numbers we had, but as we were getting closer to end game in Velious I was getting tired of how useless wizards were (this was JUST before they supped them up) so I decided to grab a lvl 30 alt I had and play her up and thus was born...

Rasberry Tartt: Halfling Rogue
I kind of dissapeared for a while when I leveled Ras up to raid level, but then made Diison guild her as my main, and was back in the game. Saw some kewl stuff in Velious with Destiny, but then when Luclin came out things changed.

Destiny was a raid guild, but our lower numbers didnt really match up with how luclin mobs were played. We hit SSRA temple hard (whenever PD wasn't trouncing it), and made a valiant effort to set ourselves up for an Emp fight, but in the end we just didn't have enough people to pull it off. The required emp key farming wasn't really Destiny's style, and in the end a lot of people either left for PD, or quit playing. I didn't really do either, but kind of hung in untill it was just a few of us left, and I got an invite to join an up and coming uber guild Triadica!

Triadica was my last home in EQ, I'm not really the kind to jump around from guild to guild (only other two guilds I was in, I stayed untill they disbanded), and I was really happy in Triadica. A few of my Destiny friends made the leap over, and pretty much picked up in the game exactly where Destiny left off. Went on to hit PoP hard, and made a name for ourselves. Eventually I got burned out, and I decided best way to handle that and fix my RL was to just quit cold turkey, and so I left the game right before Triad got to plane of time, and that's my story! =)

**
On a side note, I was in a few other guilds with some of my alts. Rasberry was actually in Jaggedpine Defenders for a while when I was leveling her up (before I put her back in Destiny). I also had a dark elf cleric named Bondage that was in Darkblood back when it was dark race only and the highest level was like 19 lol (Obsienfear sends you a tell, "Hi! Want to join my guild?" ... You tell Obsienfear, "K")

Oh, and I'm also very proud of the fact that I started the rumor that Brotzi (of BoR fame) was Chuck Norris irl.

True Zaura, I had completely blanked out my levels from like 46-60 =( I am sorry..
I left JPD mainly because I took a 6 month break in there and when I came back I only knew you and muadd....sigh...good ol JPD. man they were hawt.

I <3 U lots

Name - Yumei orunitia

Race/Class - High Elf/Cleric

Guilds- Joined Scale of Norrath for about a month which quickly turned into Realms of Fury lead by Nikia, benvaran and Garalron which I joined. I quit a few months later because I realized how much I hated them lol.

Triadica! Then one day after being level 65 for a couple months I was told I should talk to Krassus about joining Triadica so I told my friend Teaweas a 65 druid that we should try and join this uber raiding guild. So he said hell yeah 65 druid and cleric great! So we joined and that night we raided North ToV and the next day Shei Vinitras. Was great being a part of Triadica's history and being a part of most of it's PoP first kills even if it took us 4 tries to kill Manaetic behemoth in PoI. Also made alot of friends along the way 2 many to name and haven't spoken to many of them in a long time :( . But glad to still talk to a few of you on EQ2 and here and glad to see Rasberry back I remember when she went inactive in Triadica which made me sad!

Yumei!! yay!!

I kept asking you to change your name to Yumei Fishsticks but you never did!! /cry

I remember that group in PoS too where Kinidian asked us "What should I do for my surname?" and I said "You should make it STFU, now go pull..."

next time I saw him... he was Kinidian Stfu. At least till GM's took it away lol

lols

Name - Tornt

Race/class - Dark Elf Magician

Guilds - Hmm.. Started out in Excido Decus. It was a little guild created by some noobie friends. Left around level 50 or so to persure bigger ventures, as the guild would never amount to anything.

Serra Advocates was my next guild. I was there for maybe a month. The guild leader was.. well.. let's just say he's not someone you can ignore easily.

Darkblood was where I headed from there. I applied Sept '03.. I didn't get tagged until December 24th '03. They had a pretty crappy recruit system at the time, so for 3 months I was a untagged recruit and got fed almost 0 info on what was going on.

Around November '04 I left DB and applied to Magna Charta. I was in the guild for 3 months. I had personal reasons for joining and leaving.

I came back to DB and this is where I will stay.

Mushizo Von'Darkenblade / then later changed to Mushizo Naishinno
65
Erudite
Shadow knight

guilds: i cant rememeber my first real guilds name was, but i started out as Anayda a erudite enchanter and up until my mid twenties i was with them. i didnt enjoy eq all that much and after a fight from a loio group where the shaman kicked me out of the group for having my pet up, i made Mushizo a erud sk. Why? because at that time there were no erud sk's on my server above 11.

i played her till about 27ish and then gave up again. Then my friend played her and got her spell casting way up and soem decent gear/loot and showed me how to play her. my intrest renewed I was joined to my then husbands guild SPELLFIRE where i made alot of friends and got to raid even tho i was too low to do anything. About lvl 40 my friends took my to sebilis and PL'd me until i was lvl 55 and then PoP came out. I was uber leet for my lvl and i was the princess of 5 guys who i constantly grouped with and got whatever i wanted. ^.^ a big fight and bull shit broke out with the guild leader and officers and one of our friends. So about 5-7 of us disbanded and we remained GUILDLESS for a few months, we were the most uber guildless people on the server and a few of the guys had alts so we could 2 group anything in the first lvls of pop. We even got ourselves flagged for the second levels on our own.
Then some of us about 3, join ORDER OF THE SCATTERED WINDS. where i remained for 1.5 years until i retired right befor the lvl increase to 70.

i am proud to say i was the 1st 65 erud sk on my server and #6 sk over all in hp's on my entire server =D The top in my lame uberleet guild.

I used to color myself pink and blue so i could be called the bubblegum princess and my incomming messages were always fun for laughs.

i do have bits of story written about mushi's beginnings on my website. i'll have to post it some time!

Name - Rikr

Race/Class - Vah Shir Bard.

Guild(s) Guildless for a long time. I played then quit then started up again when my friends did. They were in Siege, and I added a few levels and apped them. Things were ok there. Got to do things I wouldn't have solo. Our guild leader, Pahbi, was an ass. Left Siege, and joined Destiny 2.0. That didn't last too long. Destiny 2.0 went away, and I quit EQ again. Started back up a few months later and joined Gathered Might. Was a good time, but my play time went down the drain, and my advancement with that guild ended, but they let me hang out with them anyway, which was cool. I canceled my account just after a lot of people left to get Age of Tyrany off the ground. Man I wish I had the level and time to hang with that group. Even though they disolved after a few months or whatever, it would have been a lot of fun with that group, and would have been a perfect ending for my time in EQ. Alas, no AoT for me, but I had a ton of fun the 3.5 years of on / off playing the game.

Character history Friends that used MQ for twisting and such thought I was weird because I insisted on hitting the keys myself. Then when I tried MQ, I never went back. Yes I got lazy at the end of my EQ career.
As far as my character history goes, I was never in the "in crowd" Mostly quiet doing my own thing. Back and forth between Rikr (whom became my new main instead of an alt) and my previous main Turco Mysticfury.

Turco Mysticfury - High Elf Magician - Guilds (same as above for the most part) Nothing spectacular with this toon either. Me and my RL friends used to group together mostly, even though we were in the same guilds for a long while, until they left Gathered Might and went to Triadica. Several friends in Triad, that a lot like to think of as douches..but they were cool to me, so it's all good I guess.

Stupidest thing done in EQ - Camped the giant for Jboots quest for 13 straight hours. Why did shit have to be so damn rediculous in EQ? Oh well I did it, was tired as fuck. Got my Jboots and went to bed at 9:30ish AM. :)

More to come if I can think of anything interesting to say. :)