20 Days of WoW Blogging Challenge: Day 4
This is the fourth installment of the 20 Days of WoW Blogging Challenge.
Your Best WoW Memory
This one is by far the easiest for me. During Vanilla, it was considered impossible to PuG raiding. 40 people had to be coordinated. Gear was not easily obtainable without a solid group, and the rare set gear (often called Tier 0) for more than one class wasn’t actually the stats you needed. The paladin set, for instance, had strength on it in a time where paladins were healers in raids.
Karih (the friend who sold me the computer…) wanted to raid. He’d transferred to Thunderhorn from a PvP server (Archimonde, I think); levelled an alliance warrior, and convinced me that we could actually put together a PuG. It was just a matter of recruiting people, he said. And so, we began. We set up a website for our guild, with a special section for the raiding team we were putting together. We ran 5, 10, and 15-man dungeons. When we had smooth groups, we invited people to look at the site, and consider joining us. We had set ourselves a target date one month from when we started to recruit. In those weeks there were also several BRD runs to get the folks who wanted to join us attuned. That helped with interest, as we took whoever we could get to help out with it, not always people we’d already recruited.
About a week beforehand, we spent a couple of hours each evening hawking it – we were short healers – priests in particular. And as the day grew nearer, we found we had a waiting list for rogues and mages, as well as enough of every class except priests. I fretted. Karih tried to calm me; but it wasn’t until opening night, as he sat in Ironforge hawking and I sat next to the entrance of Blackrock Spire, both hunting for priests. It came to time to start invites, and he started sending out the invitations. It was a slow process, inviting 40 people who may not yet be online. The minutes counted down. We were still shy a priest.
I was in Blackrock Mountain, showing people the way to get into the Core. Watching their gear as they went by. So many greens. I knew that we really wanted a lot of people in blues, and Karih and I were worried; but we’d take anybody who could get in the instance, really. A few people had fire resistance gear – I was in almost all green gear – I had one blue, to be precise. But I had above average fire resistance.
It was time to start, and we’d been hawking and bugging people in the raid to see if anyone knew a priest. Finally, Karih asked if anyone knew a druid. One of our rogues had a druid alt, and we had a rogue online and on the waiting list. We made the swap, promising the person who swapped that we’d give his rogue priority next time.
We all stood in the instance. Or hopped, or danced, or ran around. And Karih stood quietly in front of everyone, two molten giants looming like bodyguards behind him. He asked the warriors to step forward, and he checked over their gear while he explained how to pull and kill the trash. He whispered me in game, telling me that the very first pull might be a telling factor – the group wasn’t geared for this. We’d never run all together. He wasn’t sure we could do it.
He picked his off tank, called two hunters more or less at random to misdirect onto the tanks, and we started. We managed to get one behemoth down, but Karih died just before we changed targets, and his behemoth was running amok through the healers, then on to the DPS as none of the other warriors were quick enough to pick it up. Karih yelled at us through vent to run through the portal, and we did. A few folks didn’t make it, but there were some of us with resurrections who made it out. He called us back in when the second behemoth reset.
We pulled and killed the second behemoth without diffiuculty, and then looted. On our very first kill ever in Molten Core, we got our very first epic. The warlock wrists dropped. We had explained the loot system several times, including on the boards; but in the heat of the moment, we felt it was important to explain again. Four warlocks rolled on the loot. I noted the winner, Karih passed him the gear. We continued, explaining how to do each type of fight we would encounter. We wiped on trash more than once, but that Epic made it real for most of us. We were raiding.
The trash up to Lucifron was slow. Over an hour into our three hour run, we stood in the little alcove as Karih carefully explained the fight, and everyone’s role. He explained how important getting the curses and other debuffs off quickly was going to be. That it was our first priority as paladins and mages. He stressed killing the adds first, and called on his two chosen tanks for those. He told everyone it was likely we would wipe on our first attempt, that it didn’t make us bad, only inexperienced. And he called for the pull.
I healed like I never had before in that fight. I spammed my decursive button when it was called for. My Lay On Hands was put to good use, saving Karih as the second add fell. With only Lucifron left to die, we had more healing power for him, and our mages and healers worked nearly nonstop to keep him alive while our DPS plugged away slowly at his health. And then it happened. Lucifron fell to the ground. We finished decursing; and Karih looted. I had to pull my headset off. Vent was so loud! But at the same time, I couldn’t believe it. We’d not only killed Lucifron, we’d one-shotted him.
The Lawbringer boots dropped that night. I lost the roll. I would see 10 more pair of those boots before I got them myself – which would finally complete my set.