This is a true story. All of the events described here actually happened
on the Catskills shard sometime in late 98 or maybe early 99. The story is
about one of my most enjoyable experiences in UO, before OSI fucked up that
damn good game with UO:R, sending it all downhill from there.
BTW I recommend you listen to the song ' Regulate' by Nate Dogg and Warren G while reading…good song and it kinda fits with the story.
I log on as my fighter one evening and go looking for some pvp action in Brit graveyard. This was way before Trammel/Felucca, and at this time archers and tank mages 0wn3d j00. So having recently gotten GM archery through a bug, I felt like a badass and decided to go rock someone's world to make me feel better about myself and improve my lacking self esteem. I ICQ my mage friend and we head out to search for prey.
No greys in the GY, just tons of blues milling around, waiting for some sucker to turn grey and gank him. What fun. Seeing that it was gonna be slim pickins tonite, my friend and I decide to risk it all and flag off a vendor so that the blues would attack us. Plan worked, and we soon had about 8 blues on our tails, chasing us through the woods North of the graveyard. We run all over, occasionally getting snagged by those damn thorn bushes, but so did our pursuers. After a few minutes of chasing we saw that the mob thinned out and became disorganized. We hide and discuss our tactics on ICQ, planning on picking off loners and doing a few hit and runs. God must have given us a big 'thumbs up' that morning when we woke up, because just as we got finished with our conversation, some loot totin' straggler from the earlier mob walks past us.
Seeing our chance, we popped out of hiding and jack the sucker. Guy carried some phat loot, so we load up and go looking for more loners, hoping to score some more treasure. No such luck. We run into a gang of 5, and paniced, running in opposite directions, and for some reason they all went after me. I run for my life, trying to get far enough away to hide without them noticing me. Unfortunatly some bitch ass mage had paralyze precast, and got me. At the time, my resist sucked ass and the trapped pouch trick didn't work, so I was basically a sitting duck for the next 15 seconds. My bow was auto firing on the mage that para'ed me, and came so close to dropping him that he had to run offscreen for a sec to heal, leaving me with 3 fighters and 1 mage. They surrounded me and started whacking, so I started applying bandages and chugging my gheal pots. I knew I was dead, but I might as well go down with a fight. Then just offscreen I see the sweet sweet text of Vas Corp Por coming from my mage friend.
The EV pops out and started owning the mage, dropping him in a few hits. Then came his In Vas Mani, which healed me to full. Vas Ort Flam and Corp Por are next, and I whip out my trusty hally and rush the fighter that took the exp/ebolt combo, dropping him almost instantly. Friend was out of mana now, so he and I both whipped out or heavy xbows and started gunning down the rest. The remaining fighters ran, and we didn't follow. However, the stupid mage that I almost dropped earlier came back and dropped an EV on our asses. We both tabbed out and hid, and the fucker's EV came after him! He quickly booked it out of there, and we were left alone. I was laughing so hard at the fact that we just owned a group of 5 relatively experienced warriors, thinking about how fun of a night this had turned out. It was about to become even better.
How are my story telling skills? In the next part, if I feel like writing it, you'll get to hear me talk some more trash and learn about my first successful house loot. If I feel like writing about it that is.
BTW I recommend you listen to the song ' Regulate' by Nate Dogg and Warren G while reading…good song and it kinda fits with the story.
I log on as my fighter one evening and go looking for some pvp action in Brit graveyard. This was way before Trammel/Felucca, and at this time archers and tank mages 0wn3d j00. So having recently gotten GM archery through a bug, I felt like a badass and decided to go rock someone's world to make me feel better about myself and improve my lacking self esteem. I ICQ my mage friend and we head out to search for prey.
No greys in the GY, just tons of blues milling around, waiting for some sucker to turn grey and gank him. What fun. Seeing that it was gonna be slim pickins tonite, my friend and I decide to risk it all and flag off a vendor so that the blues would attack us. Plan worked, and we soon had about 8 blues on our tails, chasing us through the woods North of the graveyard. We run all over, occasionally getting snagged by those damn thorn bushes, but so did our pursuers. After a few minutes of chasing we saw that the mob thinned out and became disorganized. We hide and discuss our tactics on ICQ, planning on picking off loners and doing a few hit and runs. God must have given us a big 'thumbs up' that morning when we woke up, because just as we got finished with our conversation, some loot totin' straggler from the earlier mob walks past us.
Seeing our chance, we popped out of hiding and jack the sucker. Guy carried some phat loot, so we load up and go looking for more loners, hoping to score some more treasure. No such luck. We run into a gang of 5, and paniced, running in opposite directions, and for some reason they all went after me. I run for my life, trying to get far enough away to hide without them noticing me. Unfortunatly some bitch ass mage had paralyze precast, and got me. At the time, my resist sucked ass and the trapped pouch trick didn't work, so I was basically a sitting duck for the next 15 seconds. My bow was auto firing on the mage that para'ed me, and came so close to dropping him that he had to run offscreen for a sec to heal, leaving me with 3 fighters and 1 mage. They surrounded me and started whacking, so I started applying bandages and chugging my gheal pots. I knew I was dead, but I might as well go down with a fight. Then just offscreen I see the sweet sweet text of Vas Corp Por coming from my mage friend.
The EV pops out and started owning the mage, dropping him in a few hits. Then came his In Vas Mani, which healed me to full. Vas Ort Flam and Corp Por are next, and I whip out my trusty hally and rush the fighter that took the exp/ebolt combo, dropping him almost instantly. Friend was out of mana now, so he and I both whipped out or heavy xbows and started gunning down the rest. The remaining fighters ran, and we didn't follow. However, the stupid mage that I almost dropped earlier came back and dropped an EV on our asses. We both tabbed out and hid, and the fucker's EV came after him! He quickly booked it out of there, and we were left alone. I was laughing so hard at the fact that we just owned a group of 5 relatively experienced warriors, thinking about how fun of a night this had turned out. It was about to become even better.
How are my story telling skills? In the next part, if I feel like writing it, you'll get to hear me talk some more trash and learn about my first successful house loot. If I feel like writing about it that is.