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I guess the most epic item would have to be Shard of the Virtuous. I don't get the opportunity to do much raiding, but on my first kara run I was able to receive this. Made my year.
To me the most epic loot I've gotten on my current toon was the cat shapeshifting ability. Faster travel between quests before a mount is so epic.
My Most epic loot was the "Formula: Enchant Weapon - Fiery Weapon" why? simple because I grind BRD for a whole week until it drop, I was so freaking excited! I know that enchant is not so much but it was a loot of effort.
For me, it has to be the Black War Bear...because getting a halfway intelligent group together to down all 4 Alliance leaders was hard as hell.
i've been farming Polymorph: Turtle for 2 years now... never got it in the original, never got it in BC, still cant get it in WOTLK.... /cry
The most epic drop that I've ever gotten was back in vanilla WoW. My guild was doing Zul'Gurub and I very rarely got to do ZG with them because of the days that they did it one. Well I was there on that occassion and when we killed the tiger boss (My first time killing the tiger boss too) and the Swift Zulian Tiger mount dropped. We decided that the best way to handle that was with a random roll and I won the roll. I couldn't beieve it, I had never even seen someone on my server with that mount before. I was so excited to have won it, I got the shakes and everything. I just couldn't believe that I won something so rare. Up until a month prior to WotLK, myself and a tauren druid were the only ones on the server with that mount that I'm aware of. Now there is a dwarf paladin running around with one as well. :) I love that mount, and it's still epic and dear to me. I think the only thing that can top it is a bear mount.
The most epic loot for me was the Tabard of the Scarlet Crusade. I probably killed Herod 20-30 times before it dropped off of one of the trainees (luckily as a druid, I was able to stealth right to him)
My Epic loot was not really an item, but a player.Back in the old days of 1.4 the honor system had just come out and with it a contest hosted by Blizzard for the Ultimate PvPer. This Ironman award garnished one horde and one alliance individual with a unique tabard that displayed your dedication to PvP.Well, I was not one of the people that was interested in this tabard. That's right, I knew I didn't have the time to dedicate to getting this title, however I happened to know which one of the horde players on my server (Calypso @ Shattered Hand) was after the prized tabard.Knowing this I set my plan in motion. I had a cohort, a trusty paladin like myself, who likewise specialized in the gnomish trickeries that came with the engineering profession. We each crafted ourselves various dandy items including a Gnomish Death Ray, Mithril Frag Bombs and the trump card: Gnomish Mind Control Helmet.Now switch gears to the battlefield. The most bloody fighting ground of them all back in the day. The place where blood soaked the grass and endless yo-yo battles took place. Yes, you guessed it: Tarren Mill. Southshore, whatever allegiance you were with, this was the first true battleground. Kalten and I sized up our competition, always staying out of reach, but always wary of where our prey was hiding. Ah, the shaman was in the back. Always in the back of the lines. Sniping people when he could and eating tubers and health potions at every turn. Nigh unkillable. 10 people dedicated to keeping him alive. We had other plans. A whisper over ventrilo and I was off. Headfirst into the awaiting mass of horde players. Warriors charging and rogues beeeeeewing as their stealth went off. Closer...Hamstrings and cheap shots erupted on me. NOW!My divine shield goes up and I close the last few precious feet with my prey, who realizes too late what's going on. In an instant my hand shoots out and a blackish curse flies from my fingertips as my helmet whirs with its scintillating black and white swirly. Suddenly Calypso was my pet, not my enemy. Pet follow and an about-face, with a mithril frag to incapacitate my would be followers and hopeful slayers of my new pet. I arrive back at my allies front, not 20 feet away, my prize in tow. My epic loot.We all gather around him and /dance.The horde helplessly watch as their teammate is danced with. Danced with terribly. Then the mind control cap falters. He turns red again. Like any good pet that bites his master, it's time to put him down. 20 various weapons raise up at the same time and crash down on him.I look at my helmet. 30 minutes remaining. I look over at my accomplice, with his helmet spinning almost gleefully on top of his head. Time to go hunting again...