Mizzourah

Early one morning in 2020, deep in the pandemic, I rode out from town and headed towards the mountain. I was engrossed in an excel sheet, double checking attendance. They can only bring two of us. One hasn’t confirmed. Fingers crossed.

I set my attention back to the valley in front of me. To my surprise, I saw a face I recognized. I approached him and started a conversation. “I don’t think the other guy is coming.”

He was friendly. “I’m not sure. Doesn’t look like it.”

“Do these usually start on time?”

“It’s actually my first one,” he replied.

We set off to the mountain together. I joined in on the call and saw him join in as well. We rode in silence.

A warm voice crackled over the line. Invites were starting. Chatter slowly filled the call.

“Is that everyone?” Silence. “Okay let’s start doing fills.”

I turned to my neighbor, “I think I’m in.” He nodded. I asked him a few questions. I was starting to get nervous. He reassured me and reminded me it was his first time as well. I asked if he had any tips and we chatted some more. Then it came to our class.

I unmuted myself and answered the call. “You’re in,” he said.

I entered the mountain alongside my friend. The rest was a wild ride.

It turns out Mizzourah had a couple of characters. I ended up having a couple of characters as well. We played many mornings together after that day. He taught me the ropes of Druid and I began leading morning raids. He was my first GDKP friend, a loot system used for pick up groups. It was lucky I met him that morning and lucky I got into a raid due to an absence. There was a good chance I would have had a completely different experience had I not met him that day. Who knows?