01-31-2005, 06:45 AM
Tales of the PvP Server! Mark 2, version 3, XTREME.
While questing in Stonetalon (The Charred Vale is not a fun place), the alliance started raiding Splintertree Post.
It was not cool. I saw them just outside as I went to turn in some quests. Naturally, I hid, seeing as the first person I moused over was level 60.
So, standing on a nearby hill, I casted Eagle Eye to scout the area... Five alliance players. Between 47 and 60. Seeing as I am now level 27, this was a bad thing.
Although my casting of Eagle Eye gave me the rare chance to watch someone run away from my perspective, and still manage to kill me.
Well, they charged in, I followed in kind of a suicidal desire to turn my quests in and run. Didn't last long. I got killed two or three times before I even got into the town, and by the time I did, all but one of the quest NPC's was dead. Stuff was not looking good.
It wasn't long, however, before the horde got some defenders in there, and the battle began. It was brutal. More and more high level alliance fighting more and more high level horde, back and forth across the town.
I watched from a ledge above, as the number of effective defenders rose from a single level 51 shaman to a full party of level 48-60 characters, at which point I jumped down and started sniping a gnome mage, who insta-killed me... twice.
And this is where it gets interesting, sort of, a bit. A level 52 warrior runs up to me... fishing pole swinging with mighty wrath, and I manage to fend him off for about thirty seconds, then die, again. I come in again and start sniping whatever I could target, until the defenders finally outnumbered the attackers. The alliance ran off, and Splintertree was saved.
... for about ten minutes. Most of the defenders left, but the attackers came back. I ran back out the entrance behind them, and waited by the graveyard...
Eventually, the 'Splintertree Post is under attack!' messages quit. But I didn't see any of the Alliance leave. So I carefully walked back towards Splintertree, to find the Alliance camped out by the entrance, with two of the strongest defenders... just sitting around. I was confused. A level-capped shaman started fighting one of them... but without weapons. They were boxing! And the rest of them just sat and watched. I noticed that the shaman was wearing nothing but a tabard, and the human was wearing no armor, except for a big pirate hat.
This went on for a while. Various people would start punching eachother, or dancing, or whatever, and I just sat there and kind of boggled. They were mercilessly killing eachother... so what happened for them to start hanging out like a bunch of drunken teenagers?
Eventually, I approached, mooned a rogue that had killed me repeatedly, and licked a mage I had almost killed (he was only 25 levels higher than me!), and they all--horde and alliance alike--mounted up and rode off. An odd mixture of wolves, kodos, warhorses, and mechanical runner-things all hurrying off in a nice, long train of weird.
While questing in Stonetalon (The Charred Vale is not a fun place), the alliance started raiding Splintertree Post.
It was not cool. I saw them just outside as I went to turn in some quests. Naturally, I hid, seeing as the first person I moused over was level 60.
So, standing on a nearby hill, I casted Eagle Eye to scout the area... Five alliance players. Between 47 and 60. Seeing as I am now level 27, this was a bad thing.
Although my casting of Eagle Eye gave me the rare chance to watch someone run away from my perspective, and still manage to kill me.
Well, they charged in, I followed in kind of a suicidal desire to turn my quests in and run. Didn't last long. I got killed two or three times before I even got into the town, and by the time I did, all but one of the quest NPC's was dead. Stuff was not looking good.
It wasn't long, however, before the horde got some defenders in there, and the battle began. It was brutal. More and more high level alliance fighting more and more high level horde, back and forth across the town.
I watched from a ledge above, as the number of effective defenders rose from a single level 51 shaman to a full party of level 48-60 characters, at which point I jumped down and started sniping a gnome mage, who insta-killed me... twice.
And this is where it gets interesting, sort of, a bit. A level 52 warrior runs up to me... fishing pole swinging with mighty wrath, and I manage to fend him off for about thirty seconds, then die, again. I come in again and start sniping whatever I could target, until the defenders finally outnumbered the attackers. The alliance ran off, and Splintertree was saved.
... for about ten minutes. Most of the defenders left, but the attackers came back. I ran back out the entrance behind them, and waited by the graveyard...
Eventually, the 'Splintertree Post is under attack!' messages quit. But I didn't see any of the Alliance leave. So I carefully walked back towards Splintertree, to find the Alliance camped out by the entrance, with two of the strongest defenders... just sitting around. I was confused. A level-capped shaman started fighting one of them... but without weapons. They were boxing! And the rest of them just sat and watched. I noticed that the shaman was wearing nothing but a tabard, and the human was wearing no armor, except for a big pirate hat.
This went on for a while. Various people would start punching eachother, or dancing, or whatever, and I just sat there and kind of boggled. They were mercilessly killing eachother... so what happened for them to start hanging out like a bunch of drunken teenagers?
Eventually, I approached, mooned a rogue that had killed me repeatedly, and licked a mage I had almost killed (he was only 25 levels higher than me!), and they all--horde and alliance alike--mounted up and rode off. An odd mixture of wolves, kodos, warhorses, and mechanical runner-things all hurrying off in a nice, long train of weird.