A Tale of a Titanic Battle (and of much Cheese)
This occurred on Darktide while I was playing Olman.
Oof! Climbing up the crest of the hill, the contents of my satchel clinking across my shoulders, I stretch and take a deep breath as I stand near the quest starters off of the Vessy Sanctuary.
Success! The Vessayan Vault is mine! And solo to boot! As a level 37 Empyrean Hieromancer I must say I'm quite pleased! Timing. It's all in the timing. What to fire when? Fast attack, or do I have time for one of my devestating Rituals? The Vessayan Vault boss had so much more health than I did, coupled with some nasty ranged attacks, combined with two instances of trying to close to melee range with me, that the fight was close a couple of times. But, I came PREPARED. And, those preparations paid off! (as I shake my satchel in appreciation. I didn't use anywhere near as much as I thought I might)
As I turn around to start my run up the hill past the Sanctuary to the Hakata ringway, I'm startled by an Atuar rider racing by to talk to the NPCs by the cliff.
EGADS! Tis an Evil Reciprocal Rabble Sorcerer! Shadow Spawn! Goober-extrordinairre! "Fred" appears to be level 36 and exudes an aura of, er, Rabble-ness!
And, as any good servant of Order would do, as he rides by going the other way, I let fly at the Bounder! Ritual of Torpidity! Hah! The green glowing bolts of energy fly forth and impact upon his scurvy hide!
(I believe I heard his toon say "Ouch! Hey, that stings!")
"Fred" stops his mount about 50 yards away. Muahahhahaaa! I can tell the foolish Sorcerer is thinking to challenge me! (shifting my satchel to the other shoulder. Ouchies, I'm getting a cramp in my back). Quickly I take stock of my condition, and PREPARE.
Vigor. Check
Skill timeouts? Nope. Check-check.
Accuracy? Check-check-check.
Cheese? Checkeroonie.
Hah! So, foul one named "Fred"! I see you've dismounted! Shifting my satchel to the other shoulder again, I can see "Fred" has begun his run to me, his staff swinging back and forth.
And so a Great Battle begins! (Dum Dah Dummmmmmm!)
I open with a stylishly executed Ritual of Bombardment! Hah! The dark orbs of pulsing energy race out and impact upon his squinty-eyed features! Boom! Boom! Boom!
He counters with some sort of nefarious, underhanded spell that causes a nasty burning sensation. No more need be said.
Ritual of Torpidity! Executed this time with a slight "Highlands Flourish", most appreciated by Eastern Province Nobles! ("Dangit, stop with the thing that STINGS!" I hear him shout. Er, now that we are standing toe-to-toe by the way, spittle spraying my face. Ugh. How uncouth!)
FOOF! (Vile Sorcerer! A circle of flames leap out from him!) Ouchies! My brocaded boots! That hurt! Aaagh! My boots! Fine - No . . . more . . . Mr. . . NICE GUY!
Ritual of Bombardment again! Hahahahahaahaha! Suck Plasma! Boom! Boom! Boom!
And now! Taste my Fast Attack Sequence! (boop - boop - boop = nothing happens). Curses! I'm out of Vigor! How did I do that?
Hah! Hurting a bit there are ya? Well, I'm hurt a bit too, but I need that vig!
And as I reach for my satchel and pop some "cheese", I see the evil "Fred" do the same!
Bling! (Goes Olman)
Bling! (Goes Fred)
Whaaaat? You have Cheese too? How dare you!
Schrrrack! Owww! Dastard! You've debuffed me with some kind of, er, debuff! Eeesh! Fire Bolt in the face!
Chromatic Ray+Gesture of Pain+Gesture of Flame! How you like them apples "Fred"?
"Fred" fires Fire Bolt + Circle of Flames + I don't know what else but it hurts!
(Gulp, gulp, cheese: Bling goes Fred)
(Gulp, gulp, cheese: Bling goes Olman)
Ritual of Bombardment! Ritual of Torpidity! Hahahahaah! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Owwww! Stinking Flame Bolt again along with some auto attacks from "Fred"!
(Gulp, gulp, cheese: Bling goes Fred)
(Gulp, gulp, cheese: Bling goes Olman)
Back and forth the battle rages, each "mighty" magic wielder channelling frightening powers as the nearby Burun snort and yawn, er, watch in slack jawed amazememt at the powers unleased!
Boom! Foosh! (Gulp, gulp, cheese: Bling)
Zap! Zing! Boom! (Gulp, gulp, cheese: Bling)
As the noonday sun slowly traces it's way across the sky, our two combatants are STILL AT IT, the ground around them littered with empty potions bottles!
Boom! Foosh! (Gulp, gulp, cheese: Bling)
Zap! Zing! Boom! (Gulp, gulp, cheese: Bling)
And then, finally, I see it! The tide of battle turning my way! My health bar seems to be doing nicely, while the evil "Fred's" is having a bit of trouble!
What? No more cheese? Muahahahaahaha! Here, let me suck another down while you search for naught in your pack! (Gulp, gulp, cheese: Bling)
Deperatly the cad called "Fred" unleases Circle of Flames again! But to no avail! Ritual of Bombardment! Boom! Boom! Boom! Chromatic Ray! Gesture of Flame! They hit!
And moaning, the way-nasty "Fred", evil Sorcerer dies!
The grass is burned away, smoke trickles up into the air, and I look around at ALL THE BOTTLES on the ground! "Fred" truly was stocked with "cheese" to fuel who knows what nefarious, shadowy schemes!
But . . . my . . . CHEESE . . was . . . STRONGER! SMELL MY CHEESE! Muahahahaaha!
I had a darkstone running from the solo Vessy vault run. LMAO
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Epilogue:
"Fred" and I traded a couple of private tells after the fight. I made no announcement on /cg.
"Such is fate" was my answer regarding my having a darkstone running, as well as the thought that "hey, come on, that was fun. The two of us were sucking cheese like mice, lol ".
And, it WAS fun. Not so much because I won, but just from the circumstances and how it played out. He level 36, I 37. Who has to wait to level 70+ to have fun in PvP?
/bows to "the evil sorcerer Fred"
