No, but I remember using my personal bless deed on a Golden Platemail Tunic one of my best friends gave me and locking it down in their house one night. (When houses were still kinda hard to get, sometimes you shared with your homie(s).) As fate would have it, we were all extremely drunk IRL. I had magery and swordsmanship on my character. I wanted to raise my swordsmanship. I had skill points all over the place on that character, so I started toggling arrows down so I could gain swordsmanship. Many hours of smashing dragons to bits and pieces and half a 30 pack later I decided hey I'll go drop this epic loot I got off at the house in game. My golden plate mail tunic was not where I had locked it down. I looked high and low, and I could look in each box too, that baby was gone. I was too drunk to panic, and just unloaded my collected junks, and went to my friend's room in the real house, and noticed they were passed out drunk at the keyboard. I decided it was best if i just went to sleep myself. I had to be at work in like 2 hours and 30 minutes anyhow.
When I awoke, my head was throbbing, and all parts of my body were aching and I had no idea how I was going to make it through work. But I got there, and worked my butt off, sobered up some and thought all day how awesome it was I got to spend all those hours killing dragons and leveling my swordsmanship up, and couldn't wait til my mage swordsman was complete. These thoughts of finally being able to skillfully chop up the badguys and cast gate travel for the good guys and heal stuff with healing. I was going to be epic. All with my Golden Platemail Tunic my bestest friend evar made for me that I used my personal bless deed on. I got home, peed.. and sat down at the computer screen. I logged in. I was READY to go and finish working up swordsmanship! To boot, I was going to start by gate travelling myself to destard too. I cracked open the rune book, hit the gate travel button and *magic fart noise*. I blinked. I thought surely this is an error. I cast it again and it fizzled yet AGAIN. By this time my passed out friend had awoken FINALLY. He came to my room in the real house we were living in. He was excited, he finally got some runic hammer of some such he had be working to get or something. I dunno what he was talking about really.. my ears were ringing.. my heart was racing.. things were not looking good. I opened my skill tab up and looked and my magery was like 86.somethingornother and I realized how stupid I must have looked running around drunkenly fighting dragons the night previously and some of my other skills I thought I had turned down were turned up so I was gaining things like meditation and a mysterious point of camping. Camping. I wanted to die. Nothing could destroy this moment any worse than this. I looked at my friend James and was like hey man. Have you seen my Platemail Tunic you made me?
"Oh no man, oh god man.. oh man. oh god oh man.." And he looked down at the ground, I looked down at the ground. We looked down at the ground. We were both like rest in peace golden plate mail tunic with personal bless deed attached to it. Rest in peace. In his drunken stupor he smelted it for ingots. We were too drooling drunk to realize what either of us had done. Anyhow. I hope this story helps displace some grief you must be experiencing due to the nature of your problem. Meow.
