Magus Imperialis Magicus

Allow me borrow a few words from an old AC/DC stand by:

Back in black

I hit the sack

I've been too long I'm glad to be back [I bet you know I'm...]

Yes, I'm let loose

From the noose

That's kept me hanging about

I've been looking at the sky

'Cause it's gettin' me high

Forget the hearse 'cause I never die

I got nine lives

Cat's Eyes

Abusin' every one of them and running wild

We're very much alive and kicking for those who may be interested. It just so happens that we're all too lazy to update the frontpage as any good EQ flunky should be. But in the immortal words of Jimmy Page, "Reflagging's a witch's left tit." At least I think he said that. No matter, we can either deal with it or follow the Jiriki philosophy of just waiting until enough people cry and they open all of PoP to the masses.

Personally, I think Jiriki rides the short bus home from school, but don't tell him I told you that. He has a knack for losing control of his arrows and hitting every damn thing but the mob. Gayngers I call them. Of course, I'm a mere Paligod, what would I know.

Regressing a bit, we've finally managed to flag 95% of the guild for Sol Ro's Tower so we've made it our new stomping grounds on the path to our mecca, The Holy Plane of Fire. The Mini's there that grant you access to Sol Ro himself have been a nice change of pace and given us a much needed plethora of new content. one can only deal with Wrulons (why the f isn't this my Holy Mount) and Elite Knights of Decay for so long before gouging his eyes out with the straws from the 9365 empty cups from various, illustrious fast food establishments ornamenting his desk. Let's get Kinthaf's opinion, shall we?

Here's a shot of a Sol Ro mini for the curious:

Of course Numia, our resident chanter with the big head (does any guild have humble Ench?), decides he can tank it since these mobs are nothing more than glorified trash mobs. Unfortunately, Numia is nothing more than a glorified trash enchanter as you can see here:

They're rather simple encounters with not too shabby rewards. It's the mundane clearing that keeps you from corpsing them more often. Of course, the obligatory money shot followed by the only reason some of you are even looking at this - the lewtz! Special bonus if you happen to continue reading - I continue to make fun of people and enjoy more face time.

As you can tell from the shot above, Numia was slapped so hard that he actually sounded more coherent than his usual Kindergarten grammar allows. And of course no mob slaying would be complete without a bona fide Talkius corpse. Somewhere, Dermel is crying with tears of everlasting joy. Here at MiM we cheer for Talkius' death as the offering is a sure sign of impending victory.

But the fun on this raid actually begins with the mob's death, for we had more than a few geniuses decide to partake in lava dipping - only to soon find out there was no escape from said lava and of course, no CoH. We all laugh together, here:

But no, it can't end there. It's really not that funny, yet. Until..

A picture is truly worth a thousand words in this case. What a night for Ober. Oops, it doesn't end there.

Good fun, good fun. Speaking of good fun, I'll close my face time by making fun of Rakizi, who always finds a new way to fall asleep and leech xp for 15-30 min until we figure out he isn't returning. Revenge is a bitter pill, indeed. But in this case, I'll have the last laugh.

And remember kids, a good Paladin always saves loh for others. But a smart Paladin saves it for himself.

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