What are YOUR Favorite EverQuest Stories?

There are a lot of fond memories, as well as not so fond since 1999, to save time and space I'll just list them, many of you who have been there and done that will remember.

1. Having to find your corpse , retrieve items, and get a resurrection, I remember dieing in Ocean of Tears after falling off boat, lol, now you have to find someone who can locate your corpse, and then someone to rez it. Even if you had a locate corpse potion, it just points you in the direction, which you lost target when attacked by shark while swimming. And did I mention swimming this whole zone with low level swimming skills? Remember having to loot and place all items back in inventory? Remember when other people could loot your corpse? Remember bringing your corpse to a cleric, or having a kind hearted cleric follow you to yours?

2. Crushbone. I remember those days when you needed a light to see, and the eerily glowing torches around the orc camps, and kelethin. Falling off the tree bridges with no levitation, instant death, and trying to find your corpse , this time running around the whole city of kelethin;s base area, as there were no map locations of where it was, or where you were in comparison to the elevators. I remember zoning into CB and hearing the shouts "Train to zone, DVINN", or Emperor Crush, Royal Guard etc.

3. Trying to find groups. I remember in Oasis, on my server Tunare, where there were over 100 people in zone. /ooc CC, Specs, LJ (LockJaw) etc, /tell can I get in group? /tell sorry there is a waiting list. /reply how many? /reply 3 , you would be 4th. /tell ok thanks, goodluck! Same as in zones like High Keep, and Crushbone.

4. First person perspective. How many times I had goose bumps when a red mob appeared out of nowhere. Or seeing a Named mob for the first time. Or looking around the corner and saying whoa!! a RED mob, and you con it and it's Ready to Attack. Or when a mob casts something on you for the first time, wtf? i'm not running, or i'm rooted, or i'm dieing, some kind of dot is on me. Remember trying to reach zone, running as fast as your snared body can move you so that you will live and hoping not to be caught by mob, or that someone on other side can heal you before you died? I remember trying to bind wound as fast as you could, till the dot wore off, and hoping you were able to delay death.

5. Time played, and passed. I remember when playing 22 hours on my days off, and how easily time passed because you were so engrossed with playing the game or helping or doing something. I've gotten older and don't play as many as often like before, but I remember i'll just stay on a few more kills, maybe he might drop what I need, or maybe I'll be able to level. And as guild leader, having members from all over the world, people I was helping would go to sleep, and then there were other people just logging in from other parts of the world.

This game has many memories, and have made many friends, some who no longer play, but always making new ones. I believe my guild was biggest on all servers, we were up to 2340 members once, till a SOE patch deguilded all but my mage leader. We tried for 4 days to recover, but couldn't as some members had not logged on in a long time. I am currently back up 1865, and not all play. But my philosophy is that this is a game, we are family guild, not a raiding one. And I don't require them to raid or to play, the main thing is they have fun. Some raiders play alts so that they don't have to raid. Raid can be like work. Some people cannot play whether they are financially strapped, or medical reasons, or they may just be bored with the game. But when they do come back to EQ, they will still have a guild and a home to play in.

So basically this is the only game i'd rather play, to say one is bored, is to say they are not creative. I ALWAYS have something to do, I admit having played 15 years, I still have to see maybe 25% of the zones and content, since I don't raid, I can't, i'm working nights. But hopefully my guild and myself will continue to help new people as well as returning players enjoy a game that we all enjoy to play ourselves. And nothing is more rewarding that to see or hear from another player, remember me? You gave me 5k pp, when I was a newbie, and now I'm 100 and will always remember that. And all I do is smile, because I was able to affect one person, who knows how many more. EQ = ForLife

I'm sitting at my computer in the study, just playing some EverQuest. All of a sudden I hear this blood curdling scream from my sons room, “DAAAAAAAD! HELP!”. As a parent of two teenagers, you're never sure exactly what kind of trouble your kids can get themselves into. The one currently screaming for help was my son Joe, age 12. EQ completely forgotten - I stand up so fast from my desk that my chair goes flying half way across the room. I rush to my sons room, trying to think what in the world he could have done to hurt himself. Just as I rush into his room, he had let out another scream, “I'M DYING!!!! HELP!”. I burst into the room, not sure exactly what I'll find, but expecting the worst. Playing with a knife from the kitchen, pretending it was a dagger? Climbing his bunk bed as if it was a castle wall he had to scale? What I found was not exactly what I had expected. There is my son, sitting at his computer, playing EverQuest.....

I suppose at this point a little background information would be helpful. Both of my kids started playing EQ when I got them “Scars of Velious” for Christmas of 2000. I had been playing EQ since it first came out. Both of them had watched me playing, and wanted to try it. At the point when this story takes place, it was 2002 and Planes of Power had just come out.

“Dad! Quick – get your cleric! I can't stop dying!”

I look at his screen, and sure enough, I see “LOADING, PLEASE WAIT...” As his character loads in, I see him immediately start falling fast....

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh <SPLAT>. “Loading , Please wait.....”

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh <SPLAT>. “Loading , Please wait.....”

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh <SPLAT>. “Loading , Please wait.....”

My son is begging for help, but I just can't stop laughing! Oh well, there went my shot at the “Parent of the Year” award.

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh <SPLAT>. “Loading , Please wait.....”

The day before he had been playing “hide and seek” with a ranger buddy of his, in PoK. To confuse his ranger friend's track, my son had taken the elevator to the top of the PoK library, and bound himself there, so all he had to do was hit gate when it was his turn to run and hide.

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh <SPLAT>. “Loading , Please wait.....”

Bound himself... at the top of an elevator shaft. And camped his character there before bed last night.

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh <SPLAT>. “Loading , Please wait.....”

The elevator was currently at the bottom of the shaft.

Obviously this was in the days before you would hover on a death. And at a time when you could take fall damage in PoK. As soon as he loaded in, he would start falling before he could even see his character on the screen, and as soon as he died he immediately got the load screen. Now that I had finished laughing, I calmly walked over to his computer and shut down EQ. I went back to my comp, went over to PoK to the library elevator, and sent the elevator back to the top. I had him log back in, and started rezzing the 20 or so corpses all piled at the bottom of the elevator shaft. Safe and sound, we redid his bind point to the bottom of the elevator. My cleric was once again my sons EQ hero.

Edar was started on 3/26/99 at the beginning of the game. I remember of course as a high elf having D'vinn clear crushbone and later remember trying to run to high hold pass and falling to my death off the cliff with no chance to get back my body with all my great silk armor. I remember Unrest and meeting Nimbletoe the rogue. I remember camping my jboots in Najena and the giant difference it made in killing aviaks in sk. I remember early Naggy raids with us using a ranger as tank and being told to run out for heals to the healers. I remember being awarded a white dragon scale, my first big loot. I remember killing the troll guards in Rathe mountains for weeks and remember getting to 50 and having that announced server wide. Lots of good memories of the olden days. LOD, the Talquin and later Galenite, and Sensorama. I remember when I finally got words of bondage to create my 49 earth pet. It was tov and the non-stop demands and raiding that wore me out but I am back now and am enjoying myself much!

1 of my first Kael Drakkal groups back in the velious days, is something ill never forget, Fought our way to the arena and i was the 1st on my lvl 60 warrior of the group to go around the corner, and i see this goldish big boot right smack infront of me, and then i got seriously hammered to smithereens in like 2 seconds Loading please wait...

Turns out a guild had wiped on the Avatar of War and the last person tried to run away dying near seconds before i came around the corner hahaha.

The Wurmslayer

I set out on the quest to obtain a powerful weapon called the wurmslayer sometime in December of 2002. Before the Plane of knowledge had books to port you around to zones one had to take a boat and walk. So that is what I did, took a boat to Firiona Vie docks. In the day, boats were not on a fast schedule and every 30 mins or so you would see one show up. If you were fast enough you could get on it before it shot off like a rocket and then slowed to a snail’s pace as it hit deep water. After about 6 times of dying and taking the boat trip, I found a thoughtful wizard to bind my soul in the city! I was looking for Sir Hobble for he held the key to obtaining the weapon. I died numerous times trying to find the old man, first to spiders that were half dark elf, then to dwarvish gnolls, and yes the frolocks found me also. I finally got fed up and decided that a tracker was needed. So instead of making a friend who was a tracker and asking for help I thought I needed a tracker to play

So I bought Everquest and the latest expansion again. I loaded up that account and decided to make a druid for ports and for tracking. Understatement Andirony was born. I played him vigorously trying to get him up to a level where he could track well enough and cast Spirit of the Wolf. A few weeks went by but I was determined to obtain a Wurmslayer! I finally got understatement high enough to do what I wanted to try…. level 25. So I took the boat over to Firiona Vie. I was smart this time I bound my soul there this time. I then found out I made a poor choice for a tracker. I could only track what seemed to be in line of site, which was a very short distance. I was very disappointed. But I could move fast now at least. I would zip around and find this Sir Hobble. I finally found him. He was fighting a Dwarvish gnoll when I saw him. Then the unthinkable happened. Another dwarvish gnoll showed up and helped the first. Soon Sir Hobble was dead. I was not able to talk to him at all. I wrote down the game coordinates of where I saw him then logged off the druid. It was time for my mighty warrior to come find him.

Using the coordinates I soon found that he was not on an instant respawn and that I once again could not find this hobbling paladin. I heard a rumor about a chick barbarian that when hailed would spawn him; only issue was she was in the city. After hailing the chick I would call out in OOC that I was looking for Sir Hobble please… Most times I would hear a reply of he was just killed by such and such. How in the world would I ever get my wurmslayer?

This game was just plain hard. It was like bottled failure sold with every task assigned and I loved it. I was hooked. I eventually heard of people doing something called boxing. I eventually decided on buying another PC to play both the druid and the warrior at the same time, at the time it seemed to be that this was the only way to get this quest done. I would hail the chick on the warrior and then track on the druid running the warrior in crazy patterns trying to get him to where the druid was running to. After a lot of finessing of this method…

You say, 'Hail, Sir Hobble'

Sir Hobble holds a cracked monocle up to his squinting eye. 'I say!! A talking bear!! Squire Fuzzmin, come and take a gander at this rare find! The wonders never cease in the land of Kunark!!'

Shortly after the hail I saw Squire Fuzzmin
You say, 'Hail, Squire Fuzzmin'

Squire Fuzzmin awakens from a quick shuteye. 'Yawn.. Oh!! Hello. Don't mind the rusty old tin can. Sir Hobble is on a [quest] of sorts. I tell you, I would leave if he did not pay such good wages to carry his equipment.

You say, 'What quest'

Squire Fuzzmin says 'Sir Hobble is searching for [three special dragons]. For all I know, they're not even dragons. He can't see or hear very well. He still thinks I am the only troll squire around.'

You say, 'What three special dragons?'

Squire Fuzzmin says 'Apparently he is after three dragons which are supposedly named Azdalin, Gylton and Xyfl. He will not rest until he holds their scales. I wish you could [find the dragons].'

You say, 'I will find the dragons'

Squire Fuzzmin says 'If you bring me three scales I will be able to place them upon the next three victims of Sir Hobble. Then we can depart from this accursed isle. He would never know the difference. Do this and I will give you a warrior weapon out of the old knight's armory.'

Great I gotta slay dragons and I don’t even have the weapon to do it. I spent the next few weeks camping in a dangerous zone called the burning woods. Avoiding Giants and trying to find the three dragons. Every time I would see one pop up on track a Druid and Ranger team higher level than me would kill it. Finally one late night I got to attack my first of the three dragons. It went like this… Ranged attack. Turn on auto attack. 4 seconds go by AND I WAS DEAD! It seems I could not solo these mean dragons. With a lot of attempts I tried to heal the warrior with the druid only to find out the druid goes out of mana and the warrior and druid die. I spent weeks trying this method before I figured out I needed a cleric instead of the druid for this part of the quest.

So I started Narog Goresticher on the druid’s account. I tried my best to power level the cleric with a warrior. Months gone by. Finally I was ready to try it again. Hunting them mean dragons with my cleric and warrior duo!

Charge! Out of mana…. Lots of cussing…. Whats this a tell… Murdoc tells you” Dude…. Need a hand?” It was a ranger… the same ranger who was killing these beasts for months. You tell Murdoc “ How much to help?” Murdoc tells you” Nothing I am tired of seeing you fail…”

After running and rezzing and buffing and forming a strange thing called a group. Azdalin and Gylton fell before my might.. well the rangers….but I helped. It took my warrior level 43 my cleric level 35, Murdoc the ranger level 48, and Lillyia the druid level 48 to kill these monsters. After a lot of chats with these new people I learned he was in the military and I actually knew him. Later he married Lillyia in real life and I became good friend with them both. Anyhoo back to the story…

Murdoc guided me from here on out since he was running the quest for plat and knew it cold.

He told me for the third scale I would give two Carnelians to Tektite, a gargoyle guard in The Overthere: I was like what’s a Carnelians? He told me a rare gem that drops in Lake of Ill Omen and I would have to hunt for them.

This was actually easier than I thought it would be and I had two Carnelian in a matter of hours. So I ran to The Overthere. I don’t understand what I did wrong. The guards attack me and beat me to death. So that is how I learned about faction. Murdoc recommended making a level 1 ogre and running him there to do the turn in. This trick worked and Tektite takes one hand and pries out one of his eyes, which he casts far into the plains. He then places the carnelian into his eye socket. He turns towards you and holds open his palm. Tektite pries out his other eye and places the second carnelian gem in its place. His eyes burn brightly with scarlet fire. He then hands you a fragment of Tektite.

Murdoc then tells me I have to go to Temple of Solusek Ro. I was like “no way dude! I am not going into a temple solo. So there I went with him escorting me.., the druid port there was AWESOME! I was very cautious as he went running into the burning building. I followed scared out of my wits… I just knew I was gonna die and I didn’t have my box cleric to rez me.

You say, 'Hail, Lord Lyfyx of Burwood'

Lord Lyfyx of Burwood bows as a courtesy. His face gleams as if tinged with red. 'Greetings, my friend. Welcome to the Temple of Ro, sanctuary to those who follow the words of the Burning Prince.'

You say, 'Who is the Burning Prince?'

Lord Lyfyx of Burwood closes his eyes and shakes his head in sorrow. 'Far away and better forgotten.'

Murdoc then typed in some words which I repeated

You say, 'Who is Doowrub fo Xyfyl Drol?'

Lord Lyfyx of Burwood says 'So you can pronounce my name backwards.. Is that your lot in life? Pronouncing names backwards? Be gone with your silliness! We need no court fool.'

Murdoc thought it was funny as hell the NPC was calling me a fool…

So then I asked You say, 'What about dragon scales?'

Lord Lyfyx of Burwood says 'Tektite and peridot shall get you what you desire.'

Sweet I got them gems on the cleric! I’am so in there! After some ports and some running I give the Lord the gem and the Tektite.

Lord Lyfyx of Burwood places the gems inside an ornate metal box. He begins to tug at his skin. Your vision blurs as he performs his magic. 'This is what you seek. Now leave and bother me no further.'

Woot I got all the scales! Now what? Oh dear god I have to go turn them in… back to Firiona Vie more running and Boats. Somehow Lillyia and Murdoc beat me there

Your faction standing with Temple Of Sol Ro got better.
Your faction standing with Shadowed Men got worse.
You gain experience!!

This time I stayed with Lillyia while Murdoc hailed the barbarian chick. Soon.. 'Hail, Squire Fuzzmin'

Squire Fuzzmin awakens from a quick shuteye. 'Yawn.. Oh!! Hello. Don't mind the rusty old tin can. Sir Hobble is on a [quest] of sorts. I tell you, I would leave if he did not pay such good wages to carry his equipment.

Squire Fuzzmin says 'I need the three dragon scales of Azdalin, Gylton and Xyfyl.'

I turned all three scales into him feeling proud and like I just beat the game.

Squire Fuzzmin tumbles around and stands on his hands. With his feet, he pulls a long polearm from a nearby weapons cache. 'Woohoo!! I can taste the brew in Freeport already. Here you are, my friend. A real Wurmslayer!!'

I got my Wurmslayer! It only took me about a year and leveling of two toons to come to the realization that the game wasn’t meant to be played solo or boxed. This quest changed my EQ life. Sadly I replaced this weapon very soon after Velious came out… go figure.

EQ WEDDING

/Emote Madimpulse Welcomes all to the wedding of Miltiades & Maeilu

Madimpulse says:

Will everyone please form a circle around the couple and myself.

Madimpulse says,

'We are gathered here in this sacred place to celebrate the union of Miltiades and Maeilu by the fasting of their hands in this ancient rite.

/Emote Madimpulse holds up a white silken cord.

Madimpulse says

This is the fasting cord that will bind these two together in love and life for all their adventures in norrath will soon be as one. I ask now that each of you who are about to witness this union bestow your blessings upon this cord as it is passed around the circle'

/Emote Madimpulse passes around the cord.

Madimpulse says,

'The bride comes from the heart of the dawn, the groom from the sunset. There is magic to be done here; the magic of love. Is it your intention, Miltiades, to be wed to Maeilu in the sight of the gods and your peers? To be tied to her in giving, in dreams and to vow her your love and commitment?

Miltiades says, 'Yes'

Madimpulse says,

'Then if you have prepared vows please express them now”

Miltiades says,

'I Miltiades take you Maeilu to be my wife, knowing in my heart that you will be my constant friend, my faithful partner in life, and my one true love. I promise I to love you, provide for your needs as best I can.

/Emote Madimpulse witnesses these vows to be of the heart



Madimpulse says,

Maeilu, If you have prepared your vows Please express them now.

/Emote Maeilu beams a smile at Miltiades.

Maeilu says,

'As is tradition of the women in my family, I give you six special gifts, Miltiades, my love.'

Maeilu says,

'A flute to remind you of the music that has filled our hearts since we first met. The cord that binds our hands now and represents our marriage', 'Fruit so that you may never hunger. Honey mead so that you may never thirst, and to symbolize the sweetness of our union. The beauty of a rose that is but less then the beauty of our love. And a ring to stand for the eternity of that love. With these gifts I give to you my heart, soul, mind and body.'

/Emote Madimpulse witnesses these vows to be of the heart

Madimpulse says,

'Does anyone object to this union?'

/Emote Madimpulse raises his vellium Great Staff to the gathered crowd as a warning

Madimpulse says,

Maeilu Please choose your witness of this union.

Maeilu says,

'Witness one, I ask you for your blessings upon our marriage, will you give them?'

Witness one says

'Yes I give my blessing on this marriage and I hope you and Miltiades will be as happy in your marriage as I was in mine.'

/EMOTE Maeilu beams a smile at Witness one

Madimpulse says,

Groom Name Please choose your witness of this union

Miltiades says,

'Witness two, do you give me thy blessings in this union with Maeilu?'

Witness Two says,

'May the gods grant pleasure and happiness to this'

Madimpulse says, '

This is the day that you marry your friend, the one you love, laugh with, and adventure forth with.'

/EMOTE Madimpulse binds the hands of the bride and groom together with the White silken cord

Madimpulse says,

“with your vows expressed in our gods eyes and your hands bound by the holy please commence to exchange the rings”

Madimpulse says,

'Out of all the people of Norrath, these two have come, have looked into each other's eyes, and are now made one. In our deepest being, we hope that their path may be pleasant and the sky fair where they reside. With bound hands, and united hearts, may they bare life's sorrows together and share life's joys together'

Madimpulse says, 'You are now husband and wife. Congratulations and welcome to the family… You may kiss the bride!

:EMOTE ALL CHEER NOW!

So many to list!

Bring in a guild with real life friends and playing on the LAN together – had 6 computers linked up at a friend’s (the guildleader’s) house. It was awesome.

Getting married in game by GMs – both times one of the parties getting married was a warrior and it was apparently customary to have a massive duel. My druid married a dwarf warrior, marriage and duel happened in Everfrost. My warrior married another warrior and we dueled in GD in front of Thurgadin…and all ended up dying to guards lol. My first duel on my druid, with me almost in tears because I got disarmed by the warrior and thinking I lost my twink weapon forever.

My first death – first character made on my boyfriend’s account back in 2000/2001 was a half elf ranger. I somehow made it from Surefall Glade, to Blackburrow, and to Everfrost in one piece. I wandered deep into Everfrost, scared out of my mind, and died to an orc. I was so mad! And so freaked out when I realized I’d been playing for 6 hours straight.

My Halfling warrior had a thing for barbarian men. I was in many groups where the shaman would go “hey, where’s the tank?” and someone in the group would say “she’s hiding under your kilt”. I can’t do it anymore but I used to be able to crouch and just walk right under the kilt. It was great for a laugh.
Tanking for groups and the beastlord’s warder would be so massive I’d barely come up to its shoulder. I was a pocket tank. I was also the guild photographer. There was a page on the guild website full of screenshots taken from my point of view. It was a sea of butts and groins, the occasional ogre kneecap, and a dwarf face.

Guild wars – the guild I was in at the beginning was a RP guild. There was another RP guild on the server (Morell Thule)and we’d have guild wars. That was so much fun, and I normally hate PVP. Being a pocket tank, it was nice to be the escort of my guildleader (ogre shammy) and when the other guild would see him (presumably alone) they’d jump him and then I’d tear them apart.


Getting in a massive arena battle, being charmed by an enchanter, and then being used to kill off all the remaining competing casters. I did so much apologizing after that event. Getting G-fluxed before it was nerfed and getting flung up into the atmosphere...never failed to make me say whee!

My favorite story is when I help beat Tower of Rot mission with my Pet tanking the boss , this was be for the nerf , I don't think I could do that now though ....


Yimin

2003:

My regular group was outgrowing Highhold keep gobbies so when gobbies were camped, and us being absolutely rock hard, we'd meet up in highhold and run down to South Karana to take out Aviaks/gnolls.

One day Our total Uberness allowed the call to enter Paw and we were unstoppable. Got to the double doors and after a few nights of eliminating all comers went through. Tank chose to jump down (Fell off bridge) so we all jumped down.

By the time we got to a higher level of the dungeon Warrior Tank, cleric, enchanter were dead. Me (ranger), Paladin and rogue were dragging one each. I was absolutely pooing myself that i'd lose my uber weapons, http://lucy.allakhazam.com/item.html?id=3399 and http://lucy.allakhazam.com/item.html?id=2626, lightstones were my income, magic weapons required, slash and kick in this instance.

Then..............omfg one of our party was in a guild and the cavalry came in, wiped the bad boys, rez'd the group that needed it and ported us out.

A very stiff drink followed that

This story dates back to 1999. A co-worker and I had started playing EQ shortly after its release. I was playing a monk from Freeport and my buddy was playing a paladin from Kaladim.

We were about level 9-12 at the time and had ventured in to the Oasis. We were still staying close to the zoneline to North Ro and picking off crocs and the occasional zombie. With my monk mend at the limited healing from my friend’s paladin, we were managing o.k.

I happened to get diseased by a zombie, which was mostly annoying since it didn’t do any damage and curing it was kinda pointless since you would just get diseased again on the next zombie. Well, on this one fight I happened to get knocked into the purple zone… below zero health, but not dead. I fell down, but wasn’t dead. Now, at the time in the game evolution, you weren’t able to chat when you were in the purple zone, so I had no choice but to lay there and wait to regen the 4-5 health points I needed to get back up.

Did I mention I was diseased? No regen when you’re diseased.

No problem, I thought… one light heal from my friend and I’ll be back on my feet. Well, my friend didn’t notice that I wasn’t dead. Instead, he kept chatting to me in the group chat:

“Are you coming back to get your stuff? What’s taking so long?
A few moments later…
“You coming, or what?”

No problem, I thought… I’ll just call him on the phone and tell him to heal me.

Did I mention it was 1999? I was on dial-up and cell phones were not mainstream yet.

I didn’t want to disconnect or pickup the phone. I couldn’t camp out or anything, so, I just laid there laughing my butt off waiting for my friend to notice me laying there. I was almost hoping to get killed so that I could, at least, get back up and play. My friend did eventually heal me and I sprung up off the ground like a spring. We laughed so hard over that… the kind of laughing that makes tears run down your face.

That’s one of my best memories from EQ. I still play this crazy game after all these years, but it’s those stupid things that I remember the most.