Aion has its own share of iconic memories. Currently, the one that burns brightest in my mind is a long and drawn-out hunt while protecting our land from invaders. Now, please know, that while we don't play faction favorites here at Massively, all of my experiences to this point have been as an Elyos. Don't worry, I shall soon be fitting myself with beautiful black feathers as well! The hunt began as a simple patrol of Eltnen. Here we were, a band of mid-level 30s, pounding the dust as we searched high and low, following every lead to try and rid our land of the Asmodians. The hunt was uneventful at first, as prey either eluded us or was just a phantom in the mind of a trembling level 19. And then it happened.

 We came upon a bow-wielding intruder, which sparked the most intense chase I have experienced to the day. Only myself and one other from our group could maintain enough speed to have any hope, and we immediately took off, popping every scroll, activating every sprint, and charging towards our receding AP cookie. We would catch ourselves a fistful of black feathers one moment, only to have him speed again out of our grasp. Switching to a bow, I could pluck off a few hits, just holding my breath until Ambush would recharge, then I could spring ahead and stun him, we could get in a few more hits, and he'd break free with a burst of speed that started the whole cycle over again. This went on for what seemed like 30 minutes, but couldn't have been too much more than ten. While the thrill of the chase was intense, watching those black wings fold over the fallen body was oh-so-satisfying; it was the sweetest victory.