Ahhh Noblegarden. An event that a number of us have been looking forward to has finally arrived—at one minute past midnight server time, April 26th, to be exact—so a few of the more insaneexhuberant members of the guild went to visit the town of Goldshire. If I recall correctly, I was the first to arrive in Elwynn Forest and began riding around attempting to find eggs. Eventually we discovered the eggs were only located in the immediate proximity of the dueling-idiot filledquaint town and could not be found elsewhere.
The usual duels in the center of the tiny town were missing, and the population had increased tenfold. At least one person could be found camping out in front of every bush, lamp post, building corner, water trough, and planter eagerly awaiting the next repop of a Brightly Colored Egg. On the joyous occasion it repops, the camper hastily clicks to open, hoping they’ll beat out one of the many unlucky enough to have a bountiful camp ground for an egg who endlessly circle the area hoping to ninja an egg from it’s camper.
I eventually had a little bush near the blacksmith camped out for my own, while Kamiree joined Azrun near the horses out in front of the inn. With Vent to help keep our sanity by allowing us to, well, vent over it. Large amounts of profanity was shared by all as other people stole our eggs and fondled Azrun’s cat’s balls, much to the displeasure of the cat. Even with all the egg ganking, with well positioned pets to help block, an incredible haul was managed, completing most of the achievments that night. The last items, however, took hours. Eventually exhaustion first took out Azrun, then about an hour later, roughly three in the morning Pacific, Kamiree and I succomb to exhaustion and finally logged off.
Being hopelessly addicteddedicated, I was insane enoughmotivated to attempt this on another few characters the last day of Noblegarden. There were very few people doing the event at this point, so it was necessitated that I run all around the damned little town to find the eggs. With this additional experience, I can say with certainty that the egg-click-spamming in Goldshire among the horses was far preferable to having to hunt around for the eggs, as the competative version of Goldshire’s water troughs returned a far greater number of eggs per hour than having to hunt for them among bushes and buckets scattered around.
Now, someone make me some black mageweave chest and leg armor, so I can properly be the slut-bunny this event calls for!
*special thanks for our guest writer Ympurity
