Back on track.

Hi guys.

-So-, with all the hoo-haaa over the last few days with my account getting rickrolled and losing all my stuff / removing everyone from guild, we decided last night that a small band of Hardcore Elite Awesomesauce© members decided that we would go into that old instance "Ulduar" and shoot some stuff.

Well, shoot we did ladies and gentlemen. Shoot we did.

We jumped into our vehicles, and rolled out in a formation so amazing, that I had steven spielberg phoning me up this morning asking if he could use it for one of his films.. Oh yeah.

So, in true NuGen fashion we're lined up at Flame Leviathan shooting down barrels while I explain tactics to the new players in the raid. Then we notice we're in Combat! Oh damn .. He's bugged, and angry. :( So I have everyone retreat. There's no sense losing good men for a lost cause, so I saddled up alone and strode into the arena to face that yellow Behemoth.

I died.
-10% Durability.
He reset.
Job done.


So, again we're lined up - shooting pyrite. No bug this time, joy! So we all charge. Completely disregarding or remembering that we have to run away. More of a "Oh, what the hell?" kind of thing. Buuut, with 10 stacks of pyrite, his HP was going down quicker than Haris Pilton.

Bang.
Thwack!

Flame Leviathan down. Ok, dish out the phat loot and move onto XT-002. Who has been "Fixed". Oh god, I though. This is going to end in true NuGen Stylez© but we again lined up while I explained to our new members (One of who would be tanking for us) and we cleared the initial trash. [Which is like a bloody boss fight itself. Stupid shields.)

"More toys, for me!" bellowed out across the area and I quickly shifted into my sexy tree form. That fight is a bit monononononotonous after the first few tries.

Heal.
Heal Light bomb person.
Heal Gravity bomb person.
Heal raid.

Needless to say, we came through the other end unscathed. Another robot was dead. I'm dreading fighting anymore because I've heard if you keep killing robots, eventually robocop comes for you. :(

So we went to the dragon.

[ RP on ]

Razorscale soared high above the ground, her dark eyes fixed on an unknown target.. She was once a proud dragon by the name of Veranus. Her master, the frost lord Thorim was captured making his assault on his power-hungry brother, Loken. They were enslaved and brought to Ulduar where Ignis used his terrible knowledge of blacksmithing to forge her, torture her, change her.

What was once a powerful broodmother of the proto-dragons of Storm Peaks, was now a twisted reflection of her former glory. Her metal-infused skin glistening like the pools of the Sunwell itself. A magnificent drake of un-fathomable power, whose mind was now enslaved and warped by the unwavering corruption of Yogg-Saron.

The young band of adventurer's gathered at the entrance to her pit. She had been prewarned of such an incursion however she knew that these puny mortals would be fodder. She flew, knowing this would incense them, luring them further into her domain where she could then strike with relentless fury.

A Night Elf female stood at the forefront of the pack, giving orders to the others. Razorscale's eyes lingered for a moment on this druid of the grove. She had encountered very little of their kind, but knew enough to be wary. Druids were a formidible opponent - if they had enough sense. Then her obsidian eyes sighted something else. Harpoons!

She had not noticed these previously. "Curse those gnomes", she thought bitterly. They had to be using some sort of cloaking device. "Futile" she whispered.. and with that, she reared her head and inhaled. Two bolts of jet-blue flame thundered out of the sky; hitting the harpoons directly and rendering them un-usable. She snorted, they would not be using such methods to ground her.

The band of adventurer's moved swiftly as one. "My group, stay to the left" yelled Aiv. The druid was cunning. Splitting her forces into two made it harder to target them. "The rest of you move over to the right", she motioned to her second in command. A tall Draenei nodded his acknowledgement. A Paladin of the Naaru. Aptly named "Dreanie" as a ploy on his race.

"My group with me!" bellowed Dreanie.

Aiv motioned to the commander of the Allied troops. "Fix those damn harpoons, and do it fast!" she called out. He nodded and turned to his troops - A rag-tag band of poorly-armed soldiers. The group of Dwarven Engineers at the back raced forward and began tinkering with the contraptions. Aiv smiled and nodded her approval, the smile lingered for only a few second, however.

The floor began to rumble and shake. "What's happening?" yelled Mercurius, another Paladin. The ground beneath his feet was splitting, a pointed metal surface was boring out from underneath us.. "Move out of the way!" ordered Aiv, however the young Paladin was a shade too slow and was almost knocked clear from the ledge. Regaining his footing, Mercurius charged back into formation and stood with anticipation - waiting.. for now three of these tunnelers stood before them. No movement.

It was excellently co-ordinated, Aiv thought. A perfect strategy. She knew the dragon was wise - but she never expected this. Iron Dwarves charged out of the tunnelers.

"Stay in formation! Control your fire, focus!" rang out across the newly-created battlefield. Dreanie's voice was commanding, unwavering. His orders heard by everyone. Aiv moved quickly, shifting herself into an elemental tree. her eyes gazed over to the second group and she was happy to see her fellow druid, Cookie, mirroring her actions. Another gifted druid, she was proud to serve by him.

As her mind drifted, Razorscale noticed the lack of movement from the druid. She snorted, and blew a bolt of the same jet-blue fire towards her. Aiv looked upwards, she wasn't sure why but it seemed like the thing to do. She faltered. She had lapsed.. and now she had paid the price. The flames were bearing down on her, too quickly for her to fully avoid. An unfortunate loss.

She was pushed roughly to the side, falling hard. Her face twisted to see where she was standing, watching the molten ball hit the ground with a dull thud she looked up and laughed. "Stay out of the fire" winked Spybabe and with that he sprinted back to the fray to resume his assault on the Dwarves. She would thank the rogue later, when it was over.

"Harpoons are ready, missy!" rang out across the plain. A stout dwarf stood proudly, waving his hands as though he was guided a gnomish flying-machine into docking.

"Gnomeaeth! Fire those harpoons!" she ordered, however, the young magi was distracted as an Iron Dwarf threw his hand-axe at him. Should the gnome have stood but a foot higher, his head would have been cleaved in two. "I've got it!" shouted Nerdrage, their group's second Magi. And he raced towards the harpoons, using his knowledge of the arcane to phase through the air and appear right beside them. With a cheeky grin, he casually flipped the lever and the spear embedded within shot out with immense speed. It arced gracefully through the air, before impaling itself in the great Drake. She roared her anger but it was no use..

The second spear flew through the air as gracefully and fast as the first - and slammed into Razorscale's thick hide.


[[ To be continued! ]]