Crusader Zoglic  

listen i need very simply imformation, can you please tell me when he spawns, if he has Phs (if so what are they) and how long do you think i'll have to camp this to get the iksar BP? i have a 55 shaman im planning on doing this with is it possible to get him withotu track? thank you i hope you all know the answers to my questions.

Camped this guy for about 3 hours with a friend..never got one pop, eventually we had 2 foragers spawning at a time -_- exactly how rare is he?

55 pally was gona farm him with my borther(51 druid) he should be a push over right?

boy you guys need something else to do with your time why does everyone think that every high lvl player is in a uber huge guild and that every decent item sucks who cares if a fungi is better i will probably never see one,But as a lvl 50 ranger that usually just hangs out with 4 friends a night and slooowly grabs a lil xp now and then and does not have really uber items (armor consists of mostly Ry'Garr and a few sentry items) can go get this BP wich is much better than the Mithril bp.


I bleed there for I am!

Songs of Megadz, adapted from Songs of Roland, but just as long evem though we dropped the entire Saracen thing.

Cast:
Crusader Zoglic Iksar Shadow Knight of the 46th Circle
Crusader Zoglic's pet Summoned Bones afflicted with anorexia nervosa.
Jou Male Barbarian Warrior of GuildX
Neemalles Female Woodelf Druid of GuildX
Sbib Male Halfling Cleric of GuildX
Megadz Yours Truly Human Bard of GuildY
and a Cast of approximately 2 more of GuildX

Setting:
Traknors Teeth, in the dark evening on the Karana Server; 23 hours UTC.

The Story
Traknors Teeth panning west from Sebilis over the central lake, up the mouth of the brook leading to the cave of Swamp of No Hope. Your venturesome Bard just awoken from the drowsiness accrued from camping outside Sebilis on the moss covered granite under the myriads of moaning Spectral Keepers. I had on my mind to do the Forager that day, in search of a Gleaming Sword, but that was not to be.
An old wise cleric friend of mine, Sbib, was nigh on receiving the title of Vicar, and he had sent word that he wanted help gaining the residual experience in Burningwoods. Ah, there would be no succulent greedy solo experience from forager and kiting this evening. Changing only one of my sheets of music, from those group fighting and mana songs in my dossier from Sebilis the other night, I fired up Selos Song of Travel for the journey to Burningwoods.
All Bards know that this is a song only used to go long distances without stopping. Nothing would hinder my duty to an old friend in GuildX, but hark! What is this I nearly stumbled over? Spectral Keeper with a pet? Never heard of such manner of being, and certainly not midway between the waterfall to the lake and the cave. Crusader Zoglic it was, but I had not the foggiest who that was. Intrigued at the idea, I put him on the limited Bard tracking so if he left the area, I might know in which direction Zoglic was headed.
He moved northwest towards the cave of Swamp of No Hope, while I sat uncaring about possible aggros on the embankmet of the babbling brook; afterall, I was not stopping.
I posted a message to Sbib asking if he knew who this undead Crusader was. He began pulling up the information on another system next to him, and yours truly did the same.
The news was out! Crusader Zoglic dropped the Iksar Breastplate of Regeneration. Gadzooks! My hands began to tremble. Looking back down at my sense of tracking, Crusader Zoglic had already circled behind me and made it back towards the lake, where so many people choose to pull. Odd, I had not seen anyone there. Sending word to Sbib that it would be a little late for our personal campaign, I began to change my entire songs to fighting songs.
Sbib replied, `Not to worry, I am soloing fine in the meantime`.
I memmed the wrong song for snare, but didn't notice at this point. I wanted the song for a distance snare, but instead, I put up an area effect, which requires kissing and hugging the victum to take effect. The dots were loaded, and Magic Shielding. In retrospect, a personal debuff song would have been wise, but time was wasting.
Let's see... where is that potion bag. Glug, glug, glug, ahhh... sow potion, a swig of Shifting Shield, and lastly, a drink of the old fire shield Kilva`s Blistering Flesh. Thank you Haddus, my beloved Shaman.
Looking back at track, the Crusader had already Circled me, yes, a full circle, and he was back on his way towards the Swamp of No Hope.
`Ah, surely this is the work of druid kiting`, I thought to myself.
Following the cues from tracking, I found him again, unsnared, just prancing about back in the center of the zone. Ouch! Cold damge from a wandering Frogluk Urd Shaman. I targeted the pet, having read something about a bard charming to remove the pet. Slipped my mind that I needed to charm Zoglic, not his pet. Well, battle was engaged, a frog at my heals, and his pet remind his own.
Dotting the pet and following the wall of the zone past the Swamp cave, his pet died soon enough. His pet appeared to be running slightly faster than the Crusader himself. This required intermittent circlings of the two to keep them together. Halfway between the run from the Swamp to Emerald Jungle, the true work on the Crusader began. Zoglic 75%, Megadz at 100%, and then came the old Shadow Knights first effective cast; Engulfing Darkness. The Spirit of Wolf left my body. Snare, snare, what's wrong with my snare? He was slow, but my feet were getting muddied with quicksand fast. He was close enough for some melee now, and then, my low range snare took effect. A Bard and a Shadow Knight, happily snared together. Dang! No Fear in the dossier of music. Clawing at my back for about 120 points of damage, Hymh of Restoration, and prayer to the God of the Agnostics was not helping much, but then Engulfing Darkness lifted.
Selos Song of Traveling kicked in. For those of you that don't know the effects of this song; it is faster than Scale of Wolf but drops like Scale of Wolf if you cast, attack, or get hit, it gives invisibility, see invisible and finally levitate. Sure enough, the Crusader wacked your dear Bard again, dropping his chance of gaining distance at half health. Three more hits brought me down to my last bubble of health, as I crested the Emerald Jungle zoneline.
This is where the other characters, Jou, Neemalles and others of GuildX appeared. I noticed casters medding, and warriors spinning about watching the horizon ove the hill. To them, I disappeared when Selo's Song of Travel finally kicked in. I put a great distance between me and the Crusader to drink another SoW potion. Dropped the Drum which helped attacking and put my ukulele in hand and started chanting Aloha Oy to make me feel better.
I turned to target Crusader Zoglic, but he had not caught up. I ran back, and sure enough, GuildX had engaged the spectre. Zoglic was already at half health. There was no way a Bard meleeing could get his other 25% before he died, but I tried.
You Bard wailed out in shout, `Do not do this GUILDX`.
Hating the plague of kiting, I posted over and over in garbbled say, `THIS ISMY KITE`.
They won the kill, I had brought it to them, foolish me. I was hating the game, the hours spent playing, the economic culture and the cut throat nature created by lack of supply to meet the equipment demands of the growing number of EQ players. Then, out of no where, and to my surpise, Jou handed me the breastplate and said, `go in peace`. Seriously, I could have cried. He was still wearing leather armor, or something with the same graphic on his chest. Obviously, he needed something for a Breastplate as well, yet unlike so many, he relinquished the opportunity. Looking back, I wish I would have offered to lotto it against just him and me, but at that moment, the young lady Neemalles was trying every possible way to agitate me and those around her.
First, I was accused of cursing GuildX in shout, then the problems of the zone extended from Tracknors to Sebilis, Burningwoods, the commons and the rest of Kunark. Innodated with tells, questions concerning what happened, offers for the Breastplate, warnings that the issue would come before the guild officers. It was begining to feel like the Kiss of Death, so I thought I would post the good story here. For your entertainment, amusement, and for those of you like me, wishing they had some items that may save thier soul against all these newly revamped underconned mobs which require an entire collectivity to even challange.
I want to say something about the Bard. The bard is not uber, level 51, and wielding Icetooth claws, and a self quested Wakasazi of Frozen Skies. It 20, 51 seems like a high level. Trying to get through 51, you realize that 50 is young. The Breastplate is not for sale, as there is a definate need for it. Perhaps, I could be labled a poacher as Maslethalo of Povar puts it, but take a look at how long my prepartions were to kite this beast. Surely, if there had been someone actively pursuing the Forager cycle, would I have not at least bumped into them on the kite? Such a vague definition of a roaming camp lends itself to these sort of misunderstandings and altercations.
I am certain that I have seen, even on limited bard tracking, two foragers and two hunters up simultaneously. Does this mean there are technically 4 camps in the zone. Since they all roam, and spawn vaguely in the same area, does that mean they can be divided safely into 4 camps? Should the members of a group be constantly posting all spawns on a certain cycle to inform other groups which named are on hunter and / or forager cycle?
Nonetheless, thank you Jou. You know who I am, and if you need help from a Mystic, I'll gladly take you out and help you on a camp or quest.

Names in this Bardic Ode have been altered to protect the private virtual lives involved in this depection of a true occurance. This lyric poem comes without warranty.