A study of the effects of exhaustion.
Friday night our mob spent several hours doing a grind at Plane of Valor Western Wall, trying to knock over a few AA's for various people. We finished up around 2 AM or so.
Saturday night while waiting for everyone to log on, six of us went to check out the new zone at Nedaria's Landing, the lag was the worst I have experienced in the game, we gave up and quit out of the the thing as it was unplayable. But by then a few more of the gang had logged in and we formed up and went to Ssra to farm key parts and shards.
After killing the Taskmasters for a while we went down into the mines.
We had Warrior, Ranger, Cleric, Cleric, Necro, Necro, Shaman, Druid.
We cleared the entrance and moved in a distance and began working the area. These are all skellies and not particularly hard one by one, but they have an enormous aggro range and are on a pretty fast respawn time.
For quite a while we were mowing through them like a hot knife through butter. Everyone except the shaman had gotten a shard, we had killed a couple of the named and picked up a few interesting bits and pieces and were generally doing OK. After while though, we had drifted deep into the mines and had ended up "holding" a position at a sort of crossroad where three branches of the tunnels came together.
With the fast respawn time, we were constantly under attack from one side or the other, at times mobs would come in from all three sides.
The clerics and druid were taking a bit of a hammering, but with the two necros we were able to keep things sort of under control with a mix of pet and ranger offtanking, some mezzing and the MA working overtime keeping two or three pinned down at a time. To begin with it was exhilerating, as time went by though it was becoming more and more demanding.
Periodically we would get right on top and clear all of the nearby spawns and have a clear moment or two to regroup and get a few ticks of medding, (with so many uncontrolled mobs in camp the celrics and druid were having a hard time staying on their butts and medding due to being hit).
As it got later and we just needed the one last shard, our MA was pulling from further and further away and dragging more and more adds back with him, at one stage we had around 15 mobs in camp. Believe it or not the Necros were going out of mana, one cleric was killed, but some how we managed to take them all down. I would like to tell you about the clever ranger and druid tactics, but it is all just a blur of trying to survive. It seemed like an eternity of flat out melee, tank, heal snare, run, dodge, heal, root, run, tank some more....
Finally we had a clear moment, to rebuff and regain our composure, I thought to myself at this point, "we are getting to tired to handle this" and "we have drifted to deep in here, should pull back to the entrance".
But being too tired (or dumb maybe) I didn't say anything to any one.
MA goes to pull again, heads off down one of the tunnels, a couple of mobs spawn behind us and attack the druid and clerics, I see the warrior come back into camp, while the mob he had just tagged goes running off down the other tunnel, my brain is too tired to let me scream out loud.
The mob come trotting back around the corner with half the population of the zone behind him.
I am not exagerating there must have been 30 skeletons.
MA starts to tank, Iluien tries to figure out which ot the 30 mobs he should pretend to stand behind, MA is dead, Necro uses Wake the Dead and throws MA back into the fray, Celeni looks on in wonder, marveling at the quick thinking and cleverness of the Necro.
Celeni wonders if any one is healing the now dead pet MA. Decides to target him just in case, dicovers that his health is just on empty, casts a heal. 30 mobs leave the corpse of the MA pet and kill Celeni quicker than I could say "Oh ****".
Iluien is still doing his tank imitation with some uncountable number of skeletons while the rest of the marauding mobs take out the necros, shaman and one of the clerics, the other managed to gate out. Iluien is too tired to even bother hitting weaponshield and just dies.
So, here we are, 2.00 AM Sunday morning, standing at our various bind points, wondering what to say and do next.
We spent the next hour getting everyone back into Ssra, getting coffins, dragging, summoning, rezzing etc.
Moral of the story? When your druid thinks that everyone is getting too tired and a bit sloppy, get the hell out of there!
I was tanking 2 or 3 while off rooting others, the bard was mezzing/charming and re mezzing/hasting/slowing. The cleric was healing and rooting some adds himself. It was utter madness. We lived after finally controlling our train and killing the skeletons one by one. 
Good one Marres.