My guildies are like cockroaches, really…
Stomp on them all you want, poison them, blast them, blow them up, and omigod, they’re still alive to take more abuse.
Case in point.
Last night, ‘quick’ raid into Naxxramas. Hours and hours later, we finish the Construct wing.
We set this raid up with the very scientific process of logging in, and asking “Anybody up for a 10 person raid?”.
As people gradually joined, some of the folks in the raid would ask, ‘So what are we doing?”
The Bear’s response; “I’ll tell you when we got a group.”
Once we got a group, I could see what the composition was going to be… and I figured we could take on a quick wing of Naxx, or an Obsidian Sanctum/VoA double play.
Or an old school raid, ’tis true.
I gave them the choice, and the majority (okay, all but one) voted for a wing of Naxx… and I suggested we do the Heigan dance.
You have to understand, this was for pure comedic gold.
See, I wasn’t going to be tanking. I was going to be healing. So I was going to have a beautiful view of the group… and I could video the whole thing.
Why would I love to do this now?
Because of our main tank… Ratshag, on his Paladin powerhouse, Kinnavieve.
That’s right, Ratters was main tank for the run, with Graimerin as his tanky buddy. And when I suggested Heigan, the panic in his voice sent shivers of blogging thrills down my spine.
Oooh, this was gonna be good!
Sadly, my kind heart was convinced that Heigan might not be a ‘kind’ choice on our tanks. Especially not with FRAPS running, kek.
Fine, let’s got do Abomination/Construct and have fun with the doggie.
You know who our tanks were… what you don’t know is the composition of our healing lineup.
Yes, I was one of our three healers. And Cassie was one as well.
That’s right, Cassie and Wind, side by side, frantically healing a raid in Naxx.
Now do you understand what I mean when I describe my guildies as poor, long suffering, heavily abused victims?
We woulda won too, if it wasn’t for that meddling tree!
Scooby doobie doo!
Oh, sorry.
Um, we would have made the guild suffer far worse if it wasn’t for having one other healer that was actually well skilled and experienced.
I’ll not call her out by name THIS time, since she may not be used to the way I just blab everything about everyone here…
but I will say she is the fiancé of a very famous blogging personality. And she’s hilarious in chat, it was a lot of fun to meet her.
No, no I won’t say which blogger. Wild horses couldn’t drag it out of me. And at this point, there are so many bloggers in the guild that guessing who is who will just drive ya nuts.
Okay, I’ll give you a hint.
She’s not fiancéd to Lady Jess.
Oh yeah, Jess WAS there, though… but she wasn’t tanking, she was slashing and stabbing and beating up things with blunt objects on her deadly stealthy Rogue.
Wouldn’t that have been awesome? Jess tanking on her Paladin while Cassie and I kept her healed? Or not healed, as the case may be.
It was a wild ride, a few wipes, a lot of running around screaming and wailing and gnashing our teeth.
I learned a few things.
The first thing I learned was the frustration you have when shit falls apart and you’ve got no idea why, you just know that everyone’s health bars are dropping at once, too fast to do anything but watch people die.
As an accomplished tank, I can pretty much be damn sure I know exactly what everyone is doing at any given time. You’d be surprised how well I can stay on top of things.
As a new healer trying to do an unfamiliar job, I found it very difficult to follow what other people were doing. Healing during Grobbulus, for example, we wiped the first time, and I couldn’t tell why, or who, or what. I saw small slimes running loose, I saw expanding circles of gas cloud in the center, I knew things weren’t going well and everyone was dropping like flies… but I couldn’t pin down where we needed to improve.
On the second shot, the best I could do was describe in greater detail the boss fight, and everything went smooth as snot.
The second thing I noticed was that, as a tank, my responsibilities are clearly defined.
I pull, I hold aggro, I manuever mobs around the room, I grab up stragglers and I watch the area to ensure nobody is getting unwanted attention.
Sure, there are mobs that do AoE damage, and I try and arrange things so the group doesn’t suffer from it too bad by marking those mobs for death first, if possible.
As a healer, your responsiblity lies in keeping your healing assignments alive. And, oh yeah, also make sure you’re ready to heal everyone else if a healer dies early. And in the end, it’s on your ass if anyone anywhere dies, or the raid wipes, or whatever.
It’s no longer you dragging yourself and your mobs around… it’s you running your butt around trying to stay within range of all your assigned healing targets.
I did something last night I think I’ve never done before, because I was raid lead.
At the Thaddius stage of the raid, where the group splits into two teams, I moved the players around so team one was all in group one, and team two was all in group 2.
That way, all your healing assignments were in the same, small area, except for the tank that would get tossed around. Made it a lot simpler to heal party members when the tank was taken care of.
Never occured to me to do it before… and none of our healers have ever offered suggestions on how to make their life easier.
I think I can anticipate asking healing professionals to offer suggestions and advice on how tanks and raid leaders can make changes like that to ease the life of a raid healer.
All things considered, Cassie and I had a stressful but fun time…
Can’t help but feel sorry for our guildies, though.
Hey Ratshag, next time it’s Heigan!
Dance, mutha*&()er, dance!
Nyuck nyuck nyuck!
Oh, and I had to go with the title of this post simply because after I thought of that horrendous title, the thought of saying it kept calling to me… “say it, say it!”