Hythloth

Tonight we take you to the depths of Hythloth for this week’s edition of Deathrobes and Vet Hunts. For the first half of the hunt we split into two groups and yawned…er, fought our way through Gargoyles, Hell Hounds, and those cute little Imps. But our final destination would take us to level 3 where we could play pattycakes everyone’s favorite triplet of trouble…The Lord of the Abyss, The Collector of Souls, and The Slayer. I was so giddy with anticipation of all the Balrons we would be fighting…and deathrobes we would be collecting that I forgot I switched the macro key I set up to capture screenshots with the one I set up for ‘allnames’.

And we were all quick to rush into battle…

Tom: After you…
Deckacards: No, after you…
Tom: I insist, after you…
Deckcards: Oh, I couldn’t, after you…
Tom: Ladies first…
Deckacards: Okay…erm…HEY!

And we marched forth…

Neville Folliot: Lets go!!!
Pawl Rouailtagh: Moooooooo!!!
Midnight Angel: Yeah! Let’s kick some Bally #$%!!!
Dragyn: WOOT!
Kale: Go get ’em, guys! Yeah! Woot! Alright! Those Ballys better start running…M^F is here! YEAH! I’ll just hang back and umm…keeps these uhh…these bad ‘ol…Imps off of you. Yeah. Don’t worry though…I got your back. Go get them Ballys!

Lord of the Abyss: Just what I always wanted, my own little horsie…
Ghost KnightII: Erm?
Lord of the Abyss: I will name her George and I will hug her, and pet her, and squeeze her, and pat her, and pet her and rub her and caress her…
Ghost KnightII: Hey! Quit that!
Lord of the Abyss: *kissies*
Ghost KnightII: GAH!

Along the west wall we set a Rezzing Station, run by the beautiful and talented Serene Heart. Seeing as how Balrons can easily do 40 to 60 damage in one hit to a person in full plate…this evening the Ballys were kind enough to keep this place in business.

Ghost: Heh Heh…you’re nekkid.
Midnight Angel: Yeah? Well, you’re dead.
Ghost: DOH!

Lord of the Abyss: Hewwo widdle Fwute Wiwwowood…
Flute Willowood: Eh?
Lord of the Abyss: Will you be my special widdle friend?
Flute Willowood: Umm…no.
Lord of the Abyss: Would you like to come home with Lord of the Abyss?
Flute Willowood: ……..no.
Lord of the Abyss: Aren’t you precious.
Flute Willowood: Get away from me, freak.

Families are reunited…

The Slayer: I ain’t your mommy, kid.
Serene Heart: Awww
Khel: Man, your mom’s a hottie.
The Slayer: I’m not his mommy!

And in the end, after the Bally was lead away, after the Gazers and Gargoyles were all dead, after the corpses were all looted…Lich Lance stood waiting to evac and Kale kept himself busy by counting…

One deathrobe…two deathrobes…three deathrobes…four deathrobes…five deathrobes…six deathrobes…seven deathrobes…