MORE FIREPOWER!

That night, after a guild farming run in Molten Core (we got six cores and a Belt of Might -- not bad), Vendetta asked some of the guys who had previously expressed interest in becoming pirates if they wanted to raid Booty Bay.  Sure enough, they did, so a five man pirate crew, composed of the following characters, set off on the quest to obtain that unique and most awesome Bloodsail Admiral's Hat:

Vendetta:  lvl 60 Mage
Dimiotrix: lvl 60 Mage
Uubu:      lvl 60 Warlock
Teriyaki:  lvl 60 Priest
Neriad:    lvl 60 Priest

Now this is the kind of firepower that I was talking about!

After an initial foray down to the wharf, Vendetta and I told the group that we should head up along the back of the town to avoid getting shot into the water by the gunner bruisers.  We started off with some simple careful pulls.  One thing that Vendetta and I noticed was that more bruisers appeared when we pulled the shopkeepers this time than when just the two of us were attacking them.  I suspect that there's something in the Booty Bay defense AI that says "Release X number of bruisers if Y number of people get on the shopkeeper's hate list" or something like that.

When we came to Dizzy One-Eye, someone yelled out, "There's Dizzy One-Eye!  I hated that guy's quest.  Get him!" -- a comment that was followed by many murmurs of agreement.

As we moved deeper into town, we became bolder and began pulling more bruisers and shopkeepers each time.

By the time we got to the alchemist's shop near the gryphon master, my reputation with the Steamwheedle Cartel had been irreparably damaged.  There was no turning back now!

We attacked the gryphon master, because we'd heard that your reputation *really* takes a hit when you kill him (and we assumed that your Bloodsail reputation would correspondingly increase greatly).  However, we only got 5 faction points for killing him, as opposed to 25 faction points for killing the bruisers, so he turned out not to be worth the hassle.  We avoided killing him the rest of the night in order avoid being accused of griefing.  We were there to have fun, not to grief, and we wanted the other players who came along to get a kick out of the unusual sight of seeing Booty Bay raided by a bunch of pirates (at least, once the players realized that the NPC's respawn quickly).  Besides, the last thing we wanted was to have people call in their big brother level 60's and get into a turf war.  We just wanted to have a fun relaxing (possibly insane) night on the town.

After we killed the gryphon master, a couple of alliance players showed up on the scene.  We shrugged, waved and apologized to them to let them know that we meant no harm.  As you can see, one of them, Silthin, understood what was up.  :D

One interesting tidbit we discovered was that now that we were Hated with Booty Bay, we couldn't even use the mailbox here or down at the bank anymore.

We shot Baron Revilgaz and pulled him and Fleet Master Seahorn as well as a posse of bruisers out to the platform under the gryphon master.  I was actually surprised how easy they were to kill.  I had thought Revilgaz and Seahorn were elites, but it turned out that they're not.  Of course, a lot of bruisers spawned when we attacked them.

The platform area beneath the gryphon master turned out to be a great spot to camp for a while, because lots of bruisers pop or patrol into the area, and we could pull NPC's and bruisers from the top floors of the inn to us there.  We had to back off after a while, though, just to give ourselves time to drink.

We went back out across the top of the town again, and just to get even more into the spirit of things, I broke out my Cannonball Runner, the trinket that spawns a small cannon that one can get from the cannon master in the Scarlet side of Stratholme.

Things were going pretty good.  I mean, when you've got that much aoe firepower and healing power concentrated in one group, how could things not go well?  We thought it was time to take on a bigger challenge and head down to the wharf.

UP NEXT:  The Wharf, the Inn, and the Bank, Oh My!