Originally Posted by hallomik

A month or so before Gwen came out, I read about a nifty farming build for a Ritualist. I saw I needed some Prophesies skills to complete the build, so I decided to get "Writ Small" to Ember Light Camp. Although I hero/henched my way through the desert, I had to face my doppleganger alone. After a quick cut-scene, I found myself in The Dragon's Lair with no party members and my little tale begins.

Maybe it was the fact that I didn't already have my heroes and henches in my party. Maybe it was the allure of the cry of "One more for Mission and Bonus - any class!" Against my better judgment, I joined a random pug.

The first question I ask as I scan my team mates is if we are really doing the bonus. "It takes a little planning," I say. "We'll need some good interrupts for Glint," I continue. "I think you have to kill the dragon at the end for the bonus," the leader says. "I never killed the dragon before," someone else adds. "Can we just go?" says a third. I sigh inwardly and load a spirit spam build I use with my heroes and quickly swap in Dissonance. Hope springs eternal. "Ready," I say.

As we materialize at the beginning of the mission, I notice that each one of the three wammos in the group -- every one -- swings a fiery dragon sword. This ought to be interesting, I smile to myself. The next thing I notice is that I didn't bring a rez! Too much reliance on heroes, I scold myself, but there's no turning back now.

One of the wammos plays like a man possessed and races from one group to the next. The real monk and somone's Dunkoro struggle mightily to keep up. The other players beg him to slow down, but he is "fearless." Casualties and the associated Death Penalties mount. The ele is getting hysterical as his growing DP makes him as popular as a wounded fish in a shark tank. Somehow, we stumble our way through and arrive at the final chamber.

As expected, the battle with Glint does not go well. The ele is the first to go soon followed by the Rambo warrior. Suddenly, the monk says "I have no energy!" Glint's uninterrupted Crystal Haze has worked its evil magic on our poor healer. I keep spamming my spirits and keep applying Painful Bond to maximize damage in this hopeless effort. Down goes another wammo. Down goes the monk. Down goes Dunkoro. It's getting lonely, and now I'm really kicking myself for not bringing a rez.

For whatever reason, though, Glint hasn't yet targeted me. It can't be the lack of DP. Is she saving the tastiest for last? There are just two of us left - one of the wammos and me. But here's the strange thing. The wammo is not going down. Glint and the warrior are going toe-to-toe. That little, freaking, fiery-dragon-sword-swinging wammo will not go down. After a minute of watching them duke it out, I realize I haven't cast my Dissonance spirit. I try to not recast my other spirits so fast. After all, Bloodsong, Pain, and Vampirism are taking no hits because, to my surprise, the wammo is solo tanking Glint.

Little by little, the two of us are wearing Glint down, but I notice something else. The wammo is not able to keep his health at max. Each cycle of healing he falls a little further behind. Glint's health is headed south, but so too is the red bar of this unstoppable little meat shield. She seems to get more powerful the lower her health goes. In true photo-finish style, Glint finally has her way with him and he collapses in glorious agony. But he did his job. He wore her down to a thin, red sliver of health, and my spirits finish her off before she can get to me.

The team is ecstatic. Congratulations are being pass around. "That was the greatest thing I've ever seen in this game," someone says. You two are awesome," someone else adds. "No," I say, "thank the warrior. All I really did was watch."