Just a short one this morning, too sick, tired and cranky to be worth much.
Instead of a grueling “all in one night” clear this week, we thought we’d try to break it up over two nights.
Last night, our goal was to start at 7:00 PM, and take down Attumen, Moroes and Opera on a straight shot, and pick up Maiden on the return. Kinda shake the order up a teeny bit.
Then, and this proved to be a poor decision, I figured we could go into the back door, clear two trash mobs and down Nightbane as the capper of the evening.
That would let us start fresh with Curator on Saturday.
Why Nightbane instead of Curator?
Well, traditionally, Curator marks the end of a first night, since then all the trash before him fades away, leaving the group a nice leisurely walk in to that point and the icky trash prior to Illhoof for a night two.
My thinking had been that, since some folks over the course of the week would undoubtedly be unable to make both nights, this let each group have one ‘neat’ dragon encounter.
See, I keep thinking in terms of fun in the fights, not loot. I keep forgetting that, when Kara was still new and shiny, Curator was achievement #1 people hoped for, to get their Tier 4 Glove token, and Prince was achievement #2, to get that Tier 4 Helm token. So if Curator was in night 1, each night would have Tier loot. Duh.
Anyway, I figured that, with our mix and our ‘family friendly’ rules about being able to go AFK when your children or RL needs you (for short durations, of course), that a 2.5 hour run was reasonable. So doing night one in midweek was reasonable.
It turns out that, yes, we were able to clear everything in lower Kara in less than two hours. In fact, if we had no AFKs, I think it would have been about 1 hour 30 minutes… or less. So, very nice, very happy.
But then we got to Nightbane, and we ran into problems.
See, I’m sick. My head is all clouded and I’m just not thinking straight.
When it came my turn to tank Nightbane last night, I’m fairly certain that there aren’t too many mistakes I didn’t make.
At least it feels that way.
Let me put it this way… when Nightbane took to the skies, one of our two main healers, Nasirah, was dead. And as I prepared to bear/swipe the Skeletons from the Rain of Bones (instead of Barkskin/Hurricane, which is what I should have been ready to do with an assigned Paladin Tank to hold aggro), I had to have Cassieann whisper me in the middle of the rain, asking if I intended to Battle Rez Nas.
Oh wait, I’m a Druid? I can do that? Oh, yeah.
And then of course while I’m doing that, there is one less healer and one less DPS on the Skellies, so when Nightbane is getting ready to land, there are still Skellies up….
Not that it matters much, since Nightbane came in to land, flew right over me, and one-shot Nas (but I just rezzed her, damnit!) and cleaved our back up healer, Gaddrick.
Because, you know… I was trying to flip back into Bear to pick Nightbane up on the fly… instead of Starfire and then Moonfire spamming the bastard to start building up some threat while he was still airborne, and then getting ready to Feral Charge and Growl the bastard to keep him from… what class? Hitting the healers?
Yeah, something like that.
Yeah, just tired. Too many silly mistakes. I know better, just couldn’t DO better.
I’m just glad I’m not in a raiding guild. You know, at work, if I’m sick I can take a day or two off of work.
In a raiding guild in WoW, or even in a guild with as relaxed a schedule as ours, the pressure to not let your friends down is so much more intense than work, because they are your friends, and you don’t want to ruin your friends’ fun.
I can still easily remember the crazed excitement of going into Karazhan with Legatum those first few weeks, that nervous energy, wondering if something is going to drop, if we are going to succeed, if I’m going to do well or screw up and look like a moron.
It’s a special feeling, and it doesn’t last forever. I don’t want to deprive any of my friends from having their chance to feel that way, and build up some good times.
But damn, I wish I’d have just stayed in bed.
I think a clue would have been the third (or fourth) time Squirrelz had to remind me we’d already killed both wandering Skeleton adds near the Grand Ballroom, so it was safe to go inside.
Yeah, that might have been a good time to go to bed.