Destressing your raiders

A while back WW was doing a progression push on Iron Council (ok it was more than awhile ago…come on you expect me to remember how long?)  We found ourselves beating our heads due to the runes on the ground and timing. To break up the tension a member threw down something so fun and addictive a line formed up to get some action.  <Thank you Frendan for taking the picture for me>

Kittying around in Ulduar

Kittying around in Ulduar

Yes a line formed for the tiger bouncy. Tiger was a great little break from the progression on the raid. A brief interlude and then back to business. I really think it is moments like this that can diffuse the tension on progression nights. Next time I am hoping someone will bring foam swords! *sigh* I still haven’t gotten the card for them yet 😦

With WW now beating our heads on Yogg and Faction Champions I think more bouncies are needed. Or firework displays. Maybe I’m the only one who finds silliness makes raiding bearable?

Published in: on August 30, 2009 at 11:33 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Madness Reigns

Ulduar Base Camp Triage-

Zhavi paused adjusting the cloth band between her horns, shoving more hair back into place before moving to the next screaming soldier. Soldier wasn’t the word for it. These were bands of adventurers, friends she had walked into Ulduar with, intent on ending Yogg-Saron’s threat. Freezing wind buffeted the cloak clasped tight at her shoulders. Again, Zhavi muttered a prayer to the Naaru and Light that her hooves didn’t register the frigid rock under them. Another scream brought her back to the moment and away from the now forgotten prayer.

Most of the screams were incoherent raving, sometimes though a friend would call out clear as day with threats and pleading. Mach’s voice split the air above the others; words of power coursed through the sound. Zhavi couldn’t make out the words and didn’t need to. Light flashed around the restrained dwarf in pulses. Maddened and deranged, the Light still answers his call creating small novas of Light around Mach.

On the edge of the makeshift triage, Mach’s cot was furthest from the others; shielding them from the attacks centered on him. Zhavi looked back to find another healer to help her sooth Mach but they seemed further away deeper in the rows of cots tending others. Shielding herself before stepping forward, Zhavi grabbed the bottom of the cot and began straining to drag it further away, away from the others, away from the warmth of the base fires, away. Light blasting her hands, Zhavi left him below the great broken bridge leading to Ulduar. As the Light pulsed, snow melted in a perfect circle around Mach.

“This isn’t how we were supposed to end this.” Wearily Zhavi returns to the rest of the cots, turning back for one last look at Mach, there is a small fire lit by his cot. But I didn’t light the fire. Swift as the thought comes, it is forgotten as if taken by the now howling winds. Weaving between cots, Zhavi hastily looks at the wounds of her fallen comrades. The other healers farther away still. So many bodies…so many wounds. We went in to stop the madness.

Her eyes too blurry from exhaustion to make out faces Zhavi began taking count of the bodies, matching armor to names. Countless time spent with friends training, drilling, preparing for their attacks in both Naxx and Uld, she knew their armors well. Her mind begain to float as it ticked off names as Zhavi moved from cot to cot, remembering the final encounter before their retreat to this frozen camp.


Tay stood in the center of the room, reviewing the strategy one last time, everyone splayed around him in a circle. The grey stone of the General’s room stealing their warmth, stained glass shards littered the floor. Everyone’s, but Med’s and his healers’ face was turned to Tay watching and listening intently. Med and his small group of seven healers tilted their heads down reviewing their healing assignments. Med and Tay had already gone over the strategy and Tay trusted Med to ensure the healer’s knew their job and kept everyone alive.

Tay reached the end of his debriefing, “You all know others have come here before, claiming to kill Yogg. You’ve all fought Hodir and Thorim and seen what lies Yogg can force you to believe. We go in there to stop this, we go to kill Yogg once and for all. DON’T let the madness get you. Freya has promised refuge in her green light, if your nerve frays get to the light!”


Tentacles whipped the air, smacking into anything nearby. Others grasped bodies lifting them into the air, coiling tighter, before slamming the body back to the ground viciously. Screams and wails filled the air, disciplined strategy lost. There are more injuries than Zhavi can heal, more magic leaching the life for friends and diseases sapping their strength than she can dispel. Eyes flicking in each direction, shielding each body her eyes glimpse. Trying to save friends in the maddening combat.

Maddens reigns the battlefield, too late she spares a moment for her own nerves. Feels them fraying under the weight of so many dead. Glancing back at the green glow behind her Zhavi begins making her way towards it. A tentacle slashed the air behind her blocking the path.

Green light bathed Zhavi in an eerie light but nerves were calmer. The frantic pace hadn’t changed nor the screams of the injured or maddened. The magic and disease around Yogg was destroying everyone as effectively as the tentacles sprouting from the stone. Another pulse and friends turned on friend. Zhavi felt the numbing cold of shadow magic sapping her. Not bothering to turn she let out a horrific scream, the sound chasing the closest enemies (once friends) from her.

Most of the band was dead or dying. The day was surely lost. Zhavi mind was losing focus again as she battled to heal the few remaining surviors and fend off the attacks of her once friends. Zhavi backed up; placing the door they had all entered in through with such grand intentions at her back. Araella’s plated form suddenly looked before her. Zhavi tired to discern if the paladin was still friend or foe before but was too slow as a bubble enveloped her. She watched as Arae’s lifeless form fell to the ground in front of her, unseeing eyes fixed on Zhavi still.

Cut off from the fray, helpless to do anything Zhavi watched as the last few valiantly fought on before succumbing either to madness or their wounds. It was cold inside her bubble. Heart beats passed. Yogg, unable to sense her inside the paladin’s final protection, sank once more below the stone floor; an innocent enough looking giantess taking his place.


Screams broke Zhavi’s remembering, bringing her back to cots surrounding her. Arae! Yes, I should find Arae, make sure the Light let her return to her body….

Zhavi set off looking again, but the fatigue made it so hard to make out the faces of her friends’; it was hard now even to recognize their armor. The cold was sapping at her even under the cloak, fatigue from the battle, dragging bodies out, and walking endlessly healing the newly resurrected drained her further.

The screaming again, it wouldn’t stop, on and on. Loud in her ears, Zhavi swirled around searching for the voice. Turning this way or that, there was no one screaming. OH! But it was growing louder in her ears. Reaching up to cup her ears from the noise…nothing, something paralyzed Zhavi, holding her fast.

Exhausted nerves give way to feverish panic, muscles straining against invisible restraints her world goes black as the restraints become tighter. In the darkness her throat is sore, her murky thoughts can’t focus as light begins filtering back in. The world was sideways and moving erratically making it difficult for Zhavi to gain her bearings again. The stone floor raising and falling and pale green light nearby seemed so familar. The screams were jarring her mind into focus.

Voice horse, Zhavi’s mind finally registered she was the one screaming. Screaming endlessly as her body was tossed in the grip of a tentacle. She was still inside Yogg, her friends still dying, some warped by Yogg’s magic into attacking their own comrads. With renewed vigor she began screaming with a deeper fear and terror. Her own screams the last thing her mind registering before the world went black plunging her into sweet oblivion.

Published in: on July 30, 2009 at 8:07 pm  Comments (3)  
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The Prominence of CC returns

We’ve spoiled our mages, our hunters, our druids and our rogues. We have let them run wild in a dps land where tanks will hold a room and they need not worry about crowd control. CC in 5 mans? Perhaps if you have an undergeared group and even then I don’t recall a time I’ve seen it done. CC in Naxx? *laughs* Noooo. CC in…I think you get my point. Otherwise I’ll continue with the broken record of where you don’t see CC.

CC doesn’t return until Uld. *dances* That’s right! I like CC! I said it you can hate me now. *waits for the rotten fruit* Its not that I don’t like seeing my dpsers up on the tops killing to their hearts content. Its just…*looks around to be sure the mage is out of the room* I like it when you know there are little fluffy animals running around a raid looking cute. And it does separate your dps into the skilled or drone categories.

Imagine if you will a disc priest with single minded determination to kill (heal) her targets to death (life) looking across the room to the computer next to her and notice the mage looking…nervous. Why in the name of all that is holy is the mage nervy? Oh well its Ignis and he has to do more than DPS! Something about breaking molten brittle things or something along with the Boomkin (oversized chicken) rooting adds.

Usually I don’t pay attention to the raid directions that don’t pertain to my role (mostly because we are giving out last minute heal assignments and I do have to pay attention to that instead.) Tuesday was different I listed and realized I want to see the rest of Uld really bad. We cc the adds in Ignis (rooting totally counts)and the trash in Antechamber (random polymorph macros for the win!). Watching the hub keep his target sheeped…made me happy. It certainly reminded me to be aware the roles others play in the raid.

It all goes back to situational awareness does it? That’s my theme this month. CC reminds me to be aware of the mobs in the area a bit more than I normally am. That means you DPS, remember not to attack with aoe abilities when there are cute cuddlies wandering the battlefield, stun swirlies above their head, roots holding them in place, etc.

And now some words for the mage hub.

“As a mage it never gets old to hear sorry thought it was a vorpal bunny really…..sigh”  –Fid

Published in: on May 14, 2009 at 10:09 pm  Comments (2)  
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Having Tea in Naxx and a Knuckle Sandwhich in Ulduar

Last week Wild West went into Ulduar and reminded the Flame Levithan who’s boss.  I was busy visiting with Heroes and Thugs again as the hub sponged up a bunch of caster loots. It was fun to go back and see the instance with someone who raided it with me back in classic WoW.

But for Monday’s raid I got called into play. Normally I panic a wee bit and then ask someone what we’ve been doing. This time I took my happy self over to World of Matt and took the time read over his wisdom. Matt and Co spent time inside PTR learning the fights. And glad I am. Take sometime to go over and look at his guilde to Razorscale.

And Thursday we added XT to the list of the killed. My poor husband had to hear me cheer when we finally got him down.

Published in: on April 23, 2009 at 11:02 pm  Leave a Comment  
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