Greetings Fellow Britannians!
Last night, well, what can I say about last nights Bar Room Brawl? Despite the EM's repeated attempts to please the Feluccan crowd, none of them really came to fight. Ok, let me put that another way. Those who did show, did not come to fight one another. They came as a group, with a plan, and several large pets expecting to mop up Blues and sweep up opposing Faction members. Who were these members of the Feluccan community?
Let's see if I can remember... oh wait... I wrote it down.
Smelly Feet, Darklust, Heinz von Weez, A Dog, A Impulsive Mom, and Midori. Yes, that is six COM members. They came with three non-bonded Greater Dragons, and two non-bonded Bane Dragons. The pets they camped all along the entrance hall, then they gathered around the throne so that A Impusive Mom could sit for the greater part of an hour and win the King of the Bar Room Brawl title. Just like that. One player sat, the others stood around talking about their PvP prowess. harping about the other members of the community who did not show up, and barely containing their ire of the no spell zone they were forced to stand in. Oh wait... then there was the reveal and kill the reporter game for a bit. Much thanks for the going Chicken information I received after denying seven murder counts. That's my new trick, go to Fel as a dead chicken.
When Sangria asked them, in surprise, if they planned on just letting their Faction-mate have the title? A resounding YES! was their reply. They didn't come to fight each other, they came to fight other PvPers. They never attack their own Faction, not even to practice I guess.
After the title was awarded one member cheered! Oh, apparently I also lost. All caps on that one. Oh, and in case you missed it the first time I said it, because I guess the individual thought I did, I lost.
Later, Sangria revealed the hidden objects scattered about. Goblets and Mugs hidden in the skeletons leading into the bar and the crates carrying exploding potions of the conflagration kind. One member left and returned with a lockpick and some skill. No one challenged their right to loot it all.
After everyone had left, I was allowed to live. I suppose I should say thanks, as I did get to witness a very humorous game of chess, err, checkers between EM Sangria and Smelly Feet. And I didn't even have to cluck to do it.
Best Gaming Wishes,
Salya Sin
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Last night, well, what can I say about last nights Bar Room Brawl? Despite the EM's repeated attempts to please the Feluccan crowd, none of them really came to fight. Ok, let me put that another way. Those who did show, did not come to fight one another. They came as a group, with a plan, and several large pets expecting to mop up Blues and sweep up opposing Faction members. Who were these members of the Feluccan community?
Let's see if I can remember... oh wait... I wrote it down.
Smelly Feet, Darklust, Heinz von Weez, A Dog, A Impulsive Mom, and Midori. Yes, that is six COM members. They came with three non-bonded Greater Dragons, and two non-bonded Bane Dragons. The pets they camped all along the entrance hall, then they gathered around the throne so that A Impusive Mom could sit for the greater part of an hour and win the King of the Bar Room Brawl title. Just like that. One player sat, the others stood around talking about their PvP prowess. harping about the other members of the community who did not show up, and barely containing their ire of the no spell zone they were forced to stand in. Oh wait... then there was the reveal and kill the reporter game for a bit. Much thanks for the going Chicken information I received after denying seven murder counts. That's my new trick, go to Fel as a dead chicken.
When Sangria asked them, in surprise, if they planned on just letting their Faction-mate have the title? A resounding YES! was their reply. They didn't come to fight each other, they came to fight other PvPers. They never attack their own Faction, not even to practice I guess.
After the title was awarded one member cheered! Oh, apparently I also lost. All caps on that one. Oh, and in case you missed it the first time I said it, because I guess the individual thought I did, I lost.
Later, Sangria revealed the hidden objects scattered about. Goblets and Mugs hidden in the skeletons leading into the bar and the crates carrying exploding potions of the conflagration kind. One member left and returned with a lockpick and some skill. No one challenged their right to loot it all.
After everyone had left, I was allowed to live. I suppose I should say thanks, as I did get to witness a very humorous game of chess, err, checkers between EM Sangria and Smelly Feet. And I didn't even have to cluck to do it.
Best Gaming Wishes,
Salya Sin
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