Marina
12-24-2008, 10:01 PM
As written by Zuker :
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the guild house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a threetoed mouse;
The mythicals were hung by the porters with care,
In hopes that Trakanon would give us a dare,
The raiders were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of exquisite chests danced in their heads;
And Lorelai in her 'kerchief, and Val in his cap,
Had just settled down for... hey we are raiding, no time for that now!
When out in vent there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the keyboard to see what was the matter.
Away through cra chat I scrolled like a flash,
Clicking my keyboard hitting attacks like a mash.
Norrath was dark, fresh with frostfell snow
Gave the lustre of particle effects above and below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A dot, a trauma, and a really bad fear,
All the healers sprang up, and cured so quick,
I knew at that moment, die he must this *ick.
More rapid than griffons the spell attacks came,
Val whistled, and shouted, and yelled "Ran Taunt" by name;
Down went Val, and Zuker, and Threetoes, and Tutin,
Then death to Lore, and Yodo, and Ransum a cussin,
Why are we wiping on this, it's only trash y'all
Now stay focused, and stay calm, we will eventually kill them all!"
Regroup we did, buffing on the fly,
Lit by the lava, Plentiup yelling "we are too high in the sky!"
So back to the mobs, we ran as the fae's flew,
With a bag full of potions, and an add too.
And then in vent, I heard in whispers
let's pull it together, execute the strat Misses and Misters.
As I drew out my blade, and was turning around,
Get the heals ready, here comes Trakanon, inbound.
He was scaley and ugly, from his head to his foot,
And he was attacking from the lava filled with ashes and soot;
He did a big aoe, and knocked us on our back,
We all got up, and started to give him a whack.
His eyes were staring at us, how dare you attack me you farries!
You can't kill me, no matter how many times you parry!
The Rangers went ranged, and drew their mythical bows,
While the melee got behind, and hit him really really low.
We got so close, all we could see were his teeth,
Let's kill this guy, so at his grave we can lay a wreath,
We attacked and attacked, stabbing him in his belly,
He scampered and clawed, man was he smelly.
His health was creeping down, and Trak thought to himself,
How can I get owned by this group, where is my health,
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
He gave out a scream, the mighty Trakanon is finally dead;
We spoke not a word, but went straight for the chest,
And filled fabled and upgrades, nothing but the best,
Figuring out the loot, while the East coaster started to dose,
In CRA chat, sudden chatter abound, grats and good jobs, from all the joes,
As the loot was distributed, and vent was a buzz,
We reflected on the time we spent, in the last year that was.
It's been a long trip, a long journey, so many long fights,
So, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a well deserved good-night.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the guild house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a threetoed mouse;
The mythicals were hung by the porters with care,
In hopes that Trakanon would give us a dare,
The raiders were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of exquisite chests danced in their heads;
And Lorelai in her 'kerchief, and Val in his cap,
Had just settled down for... hey we are raiding, no time for that now!
When out in vent there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the keyboard to see what was the matter.
Away through cra chat I scrolled like a flash,
Clicking my keyboard hitting attacks like a mash.
Norrath was dark, fresh with frostfell snow
Gave the lustre of particle effects above and below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A dot, a trauma, and a really bad fear,
All the healers sprang up, and cured so quick,
I knew at that moment, die he must this *ick.
More rapid than griffons the spell attacks came,
Val whistled, and shouted, and yelled "Ran Taunt" by name;
Down went Val, and Zuker, and Threetoes, and Tutin,
Then death to Lore, and Yodo, and Ransum a cussin,
Why are we wiping on this, it's only trash y'all
Now stay focused, and stay calm, we will eventually kill them all!"
Regroup we did, buffing on the fly,
Lit by the lava, Plentiup yelling "we are too high in the sky!"
So back to the mobs, we ran as the fae's flew,
With a bag full of potions, and an add too.
And then in vent, I heard in whispers
let's pull it together, execute the strat Misses and Misters.
As I drew out my blade, and was turning around,
Get the heals ready, here comes Trakanon, inbound.
He was scaley and ugly, from his head to his foot,
And he was attacking from the lava filled with ashes and soot;
He did a big aoe, and knocked us on our back,
We all got up, and started to give him a whack.
His eyes were staring at us, how dare you attack me you farries!
You can't kill me, no matter how many times you parry!
The Rangers went ranged, and drew their mythical bows,
While the melee got behind, and hit him really really low.
We got so close, all we could see were his teeth,
Let's kill this guy, so at his grave we can lay a wreath,
We attacked and attacked, stabbing him in his belly,
He scampered and clawed, man was he smelly.
His health was creeping down, and Trak thought to himself,
How can I get owned by this group, where is my health,
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
He gave out a scream, the mighty Trakanon is finally dead;
We spoke not a word, but went straight for the chest,
And filled fabled and upgrades, nothing but the best,
Figuring out the loot, while the East coaster started to dose,
In CRA chat, sudden chatter abound, grats and good jobs, from all the joes,
As the loot was distributed, and vent was a buzz,
We reflected on the time we spent, in the last year that was.
It's been a long trip, a long journey, so many long fights,
So, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a well deserved good-night.