Raid Tales Event Finals - Vote for the Winner

[Hagglebaron]

Here are the stories up for the win, the author of the selection with the most votes will take the 10K plat. Only accounts at least 2 weeks old will have their votes counted. Thanks to everyone who submitted a story. They were good reads [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]


First Selection - Submitted by Teeny
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My favorite EQ story happened back in late Kunark on the Veeshan server. A friend and I decided to form our own guild and try our hand at doing a little bit of raiding. We weren't the best, nor were we super experienced, but we still god some stuff done.

We decided the best course of action as a guild was to get one of our most active/best clerics her clicky. So we started off heading down to chardok royals. As we started to clear from the very beginning I started to warn people about the traps, and the hole in the ground. I spoke about it so much, people were like yah whatever. Anyhow we start moving into Royals, and again i warn about the hole. We start clearing, and the first patch of mobs we fight, I myself fell in the hole agro'ing the queen and most everything in that direct area. The raid wiped, and to this day anyone who was with it won't let me live down the fact that i warned the entire raid about it, and was the one who did it when we got into position. That was the longest CR I ever had to do, probably one of my least favorite moments in EQ, but in a sick demented type of way I found it kind of funny. We made our way back down, got our clicky later that week. Every raid after that though, whenever there was a hole, i caught flack for falling just one time.
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Second Selection - Submitted by Khanable
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I was a youngin', about age 13 or so, when I went on my first Lady Vox pickup raid. It was organized in EC and anyone over level 45 was invited. I, being the baller ass iksar warrior that I was, signed up immediately and was oozing with joy that I'd finally slay a dragon.

So we make our way over to the ice wench and proceed to clear/buff. Being my first raid, I wasn't aware that it was going to take hours. About an hour before we actually engaged I knew I had to take a dump, but I didn't want to miss any action so I held back. Instructions were given out -- basically a group of us lower level people hang back and wait for the call to charge in. I did as I was told with extreme anxiety. I hadn't even seen a damned dragon before in this game.

The call goes out -- we rush in. I'm in awe of this fucking massive ice dragon. I'm approaching her, I get feared, and then I don't really know what happened. I ended up in some fucking pit dead. I then proceeded to shit myself.

They killed her and divvied up the loot before I could get a rez. As shitty as the day was, I saw a dragon. Was worth it.
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Third Selection - Submitted by Mail4youtoo
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It was cold on that winters night. The moon was full, lighting the landscape in an eerie glow as I waited on top of the small hill. My lizard scales had an almost bluish shine to them in this light, making a strange contrast with the leather armor I was wearing. I was cold, but I didn't move to find warmth. I waited silently, holding onto my Iksar beserker Club. I was cold but I waited. My raiding party was here for one reason and one reason only.. and that was to kill a vicious ice dragon that roamed these lands feasting on the bodies of the weak and scared for months now. Her name was Gorenaire and someone needed to put an end to her wrath. We called ourselves the Triad. We were 38 strong and seasoned warroirs of Norrath. We took it upon ourselves to rid these lands of this horrid beast

As I waited in the darkness of this vast area known only as the Dreadlands, I could see other creatures of the night roaming by. Large evil, spider like creatures from the nine planes that called themselves the Draccnids. I could hear the howls of the Drolvargs off in the distance making their home at the ruins of Karnor's castle. The suddenly a movement in the distance. Something large was heading in my direction. As the object grew closer I knew what it was... It was Gorenaire. Her white scales were gleaming in this winters night. Her long legs moving gracefully as she crested a hill not far from me. I could feel the tremors with every step of her razor sharp clawed feet. It was time. I knew this was the reason I was here. This was it and I made my move.

I threw a small dagger at her from my hiding spot and quickly turned to run, not even taking the chance to find out if the dagger hit her or not. It didn't matter. The terrible scream she launched in my direction was clue enough. There was no tuning back now... it was on.

I sprinted back to were the rest of my party waited. We had camped in the valley leaving these rolling hills of icy grass and into the high lands of the Burning Woods. We decided on this spot for the ambush as it would allow our ranged fighters to keep as far out of melee range as possible without the risk of attracting the attention of other creatures that may be near.

I ran.

"Incoming!" yelled another lookout from the darkness. "She's here!" Yelled another.

Everyone quickly moved into action as I ran into the valley with this beast on my trail.

Our big Ogre warrior, Scratch, stood his ground and taunted the wicked beast. His large arms bulging has he swung his huge two handed sword for her head. For what seemed an eternity, nothing moved but the 2 beings in this mortal dance of death. I couldn't move... I couldn't look away... I was frozen... What have I done leading this beast here... She was sure to kill us all. My fear was overcoming me.

A shout from our half elven bard leader snapped me from my inner thoughts. "Attack!!" he screamed and the raid had begun. Lightning bolts and arrows flew through the air as the rest of the melee team closed to deal the death blows to this foul beast. Our Cleric healers stood back from the fray casting their powerful healing magic on those who were injured or dying. This was going to be a long fight.

Being a monk, I knew I had to get close to do damage and sprinted to her side. I swung with all my might but it seemed as if every move I made, every swing of my club was in slow motion. I had to keep trying. Members of my guild were dying around me. I could hear their death cries and the beast cheered with every victory

"Another lost soul has found it's way home." She yelled with a gleam in her eye.

A few party members ran away in fear. But for what ever reason they had in running, they soon returned. Live together or die together. The battle raged on for what seemed like hours

"Casters!" our leader yelled. "Give her all you got! Arrows and fireballs and disease spells flew all around. The cuts on the dragon were increasing even though she would cast her own healing magic. We had her and she started to feel it as well.

Then it happened... she turned and ran. Running back to whatever gaping hole to hell she emerged from... we had her and she knew it. The remaining raid surged forward in a death ball to finish her. She never made it back out of the valley. With a final blow from the mighty warrior, she fell. Gorenaire was dead.
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Cheers

[Labyrrinth]

Honestly a hard decision for me, there should be an option for "all of the above" because I would have chosen that one!

[Slave]

Best 2 stories aren't even in. You're dead to me, Haggle.

[Smilkers]

bump'n

[falkun]

I was almost swayed by this one line:

Originally Posted by Hagglebaron [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

I then proceeded to shit myself.

[Yardcore]

OH man, this is tough one to decide. I am torn between the shitter and the Captain Obviously Fail LOL. They are both really good...darn it..!

[Safon]

Oh shit it's tied up, i wonder if either of them even know they are close to winning 10k plat

[Pillow Armadillo]

These were all excellent stories. Good luck to the finalists - it looks like it's going to be a close contest!

[mail4youtoo]

I don't have many friends on this server so I am thinking I'm a bit screwed

[Smilkers]

^yours was easily the best written, dude. I voted for you.
very RP, it was like reading the story dialogues that were added into the game later.