I went to Mistmoore to browse around last night and help out some
guildmembers. I wanted to pick up a few items, too.

50 paladin, 50 warrior, 50 bard, 39 druid, 39 wizard.

The whole night yielded a few fangs, some wreaths, a few LotGP,
a few Gypsy Lutes, and other crap I had no interest in.

I knew enough about Mistmoore to get around, but last night I
explored the whole damn place. Also did a sacrifice run too.
But first the pulling and clearing.

The group above I was in cleared; the Maid, Butler, kitchen,
east conference room, piano room, and foyer with no problems.
That's half the 1st floor of the entire castle. I'm thinking
about taking in a high powered group to clean out the whole
place tonight.

So the sacrifice run. I get Garton Viswin on tracking and
me and the paladin make a run for the tower. Finally get
up there, and the joker has the damn pike. Well, I look
around... 3 mobs, two of them have pets, and then Garton.
6 on 2 fight. Rather, 6 (4 with HT) on 2 fight hehe. Ah
well, I've got L50 experience to burn. I know I'm gonna
die, I told the paladin. Just make sure you kill Garton.
I look around the rooom a bit more, trying to pick out the
lucky mob I'm gonna charm. I always hated mistmoore naming
on mobs. I found the one I thought to be the most powerful
and ripped off a charm on it. The paladin then started to
beat the crap out of Garton. My soul seductress or whatever
is nuking the shit out of a deathly something while two pets
and some vampire defiler are just clobbering me. A couple
of recharms, and on LH on me, and one of the enemies drops.
Then Garton dies, paladin is oom, and I have like 25 hp left.
Whatever disease DoT I had on me killed me at that point since
I was fearing away all the mobs, waiting for a heal.

It was probably one of the best nights I've had in a while.
Well, if the dhampyre would have dropped me a cloak, I would
have been much much happier.

Harmonic.