Took out three Templars/sorcerers once. Ganked the Templar first and took out the others. The Templar was cp300 and the others were around cp100 so I made sure I took out the stronger guy first lol

On a warm, summer's afternoon, I stood near a pile of rocks and played the lute out of stealth, waiting for the zerg train to roll on through. It was a quarter past nine. In the distance, I saw dust being kicked up from a herd of horses armed with fashionable elves and worse.

And lo! The train approached over the rise of a nearby hill.

A few warriors rode by with confused looks on their faces. Wasn't I supposed to be running away? The try-hards riding in business class stopped and stared, still mounted on their pretty dangerous ponies. What song was that? they must have wondered. It was when the zerglings from coach armed with potato guns came along that I knew the gank was about to get real.

Over ten dismounted and crouched into stealth. Sighing, I slung the lute onto my back and pulled out my trusty sword and shield. I blocked just in time to get hit by a dozen ultimatums that whipped at my shield like a handful of wet noodles. Disheartened, but still determined to show their fellows that they really do belong in the gang, a few potato guns went off in the back, timidly sniping me from a distance. The arrows clinked against my shield like ceramic chopsticks on metal plates.

Now thirsty from the effort of withstanding this ten second, haphazard chow mein assault, I paused to dig into my rucksack for some monkeypants matze. It was then that one particular elf, a bro of bros with fly-away hair, decided to play the hero and launched an all out assault of light attacks in my direction. Nearly blind with the sheer ferocity of his furious onslaught, I struggled to drink the rest of my matze.... And then it happened.

I spilled some sweet nectar on my newly wrought, freshly dyed and passionately buffed chest plate.

The look I gave him was the kind of look a brick gives a pro-life protester right before touching down on his sweet, naïve face. A collective gasp rippled through the zerg, and for a long moment, all you could hear were the sounds of a few potato guns dropping to the muddy ground.

The bro stopped and looked around. He had the confused look of a Tyro and the misplaced swagger of a former emperor's name tag. What was going on, he must of wondered...right before I attacked.

Innocent by nature, I blacked out most of what happened next. Of what I do remember... I remember him firing off a barrage of bombards in my direction, relying on the one skill he had perfected so far in his zerg squad, and I shook them off like a wet dog shaking off a bubble bath. I bashed my shield against his expensive helm, feeling the reverberation of the impact shake my arm to the shoulder. He fell hard to the ground, wondering what skill could have defiled him so. I noticed a purple light that somehow connected the space between us. I figured it might be the matze that had been out in the sun for too long and had probably gone bad and poisoned me a little. But my enemy always seemed to get back up, no matter how hard I hit him.

I remember discarding my sword and shield and picking up a nearby pitchfork. The reach of my newfound weapon was astounding, and I poked my quarry again and again in the buttocks as he turned to run in fear, unable to close the distance between us due to my suddenly unexpected skills at brandishing a pitchfork. I could have sworn I heard him muttering how Malubeth had betrayed him, but that might have been the poisoned matze playing tricks on my senses.

The fight could have lasted seven second or seven minutes. But in the end I let out the battlecry of my fighting guild, raising my pitchfork up high to catch the morning sun, and smote my enemy like a breaking dawn smites all drunken memory of the night before. Elated, I paused to stomp on his potato gun in victory, breaking it into many small pieces.

Three seconds later, twenty six dominion soldiers cheered my name. I thrust my arms into the air, tears forming in my eyes. If only pappy had been alive to see me now, he would have been so---

And then I exploded into a fine mist of bloody goo and brains as twenty six dominion soldiers gathered back into their zergball and rolled right over me.

I must have burn over 90 siege on my magicka nb defending covenant castle from ebonheart i couldny believe how much i got away with. Their was 2 sides being seiged and as i destoryed them more where put up. My party was laughing describing it as a christmas forest fire.

Anyway ebonheart ran outta siege and all stoof their like wtf. I ended up getting caught and lotus faned critial charged dragon leap. Every damn gap closef u could think of by at least 50 people it was crazy instadeath overkill.

Also had a awesome 2vx with a tank dk random outside a dominion castle for a good 15 minutes before a huge army ganked us.

Fumiest thing that ever happened to me was near the big rock on the path between sej and brk. Ad was sieging brk and I was having a lot of success ganking the trickle of reinforcements going to the siege. A guy comes toward me and I hit him with crippling grasp but he has a lot of stamina so he keeps going. He's stays on his horse the whole way as I chase after him from the rock past the double row of rocks, past the wolves all the way to the east door hitting him with crippling grasp every 5 or 6 seconds when I bound into range. Finally on the stair case he dies from one continuous application of crippling grasp.