Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Fuzzy Wuzzy Was A Bear

I had a really great post prepared and then for some reason my computer decided to eat the file. Truth be told, I am sure I just saved it somewhere different and for the life of me cannot remember where I put it. The dangers of working on blog posts from three different computers. At any rate, now you get the ad-hoc version of it!

The first thing I wanted to touch on was the fact that I have been running a ton of heroics the last couple of days that I had off from work. I pretty much have ran myself sick. I collected somewhere in the neighborhood of around 150 emblems of triumph over a couple days and since then have had no motivation to play my Paladin whatsoever. I cannot even stand the thought of logging in and doing the daily for my two emblems of frost. I experienced the good, the bad, and the downright ugly during this marathon of testing my healing patience; however, at the end I accomplished what I had set out to do with only the mild side effect of having no desire to heal anything.

So, with that being said, I have been on the game running some instances here and there and doing a lot of staring at the screen in hopes that something will inspire me. It was during one of these long staring sessions I decided that I would take out one of the classes that I rarely play. So it came down to one of my Druids or a Mage. I decided that I did not want to think and therefore chose Invincabull in hopes of running a couple of simple instances while imitating a kitty. I logged in to my little furball and realized that I left his bags a mess, as well as his UI. I spent maybe around a half hour straightening him up and then I hit the queue.

After a few minutes of standing around in Undercity, I decided the queue may be pretty long, after all when I play on work nights it is typically between 1 AM to 4 AM local time. I hit the flight path to Tarren Mill and cleared out all of the quests from my quest log. I figured I would just start over with the quests so that I could remember what I was supposed to do. Now Invincabull was sitting at 28 when I departed Undercity and for some reason when I landed in Tarren Mill, he had made it to level 29! Yeah, you guessed it! I got an instance summon while in flight.

I clicked on enter dungeon and was teleported to Gnomeregan. Now I have to be honest here and admit that I have never in all my years of playing WoW ever ran this particular instance. I know it is kind of surprising, but I did level originally when world PVP was still occurring and making the trek to this instance through Alliance territory was only asking for a tent to be pitched on you. I was a little excited because I always did want to run this one, but never had gotten around to it. I greeted the other party members that were present (a Shaman and Priest) and we waited for the tank and healer to port in. Weirdest thing, neither of them ported in, but instead declined the invite and left us standing there alone.

We queued back up and sat there patiently for a few moments. I was actually half paying attention, when I noticed the Shaman was pulling a trash mob. The Priest ran over and tried to hit a couple heals on the Shaman and I figured I would join in. Why not? I had nothing else to do, but I decided to attempt to at least give us a fair chance, so I popped my fuzzy wuzzy form on and roared at the mob and then thought, "Oh shit!" I had no clue how to tank as a fuzzy wuzzy. I found another agro ability and used that and prayed that the Priest could keep me alive and what do you know? The Priest kept me alive. We pulled a few more groups while we waited and each mob I got a little more comfy with pretending to be a tank.

The Shaman looked at me and said that he would heal if I would tank. Now the Shaman was wearing full heirloom gear so I figured he understood what he would be doing. The Priest was also wearing a piece of heirloom gear, so I knew that at least the two of them were not fresh. Now my Druid on the other hand, is on my second account and has no heirloom gear, but he did have on some nice blue gear I had picked up while running Invincabull on follow behind Ruhtra. I told the Shaman I had no idea what I was doing, and he said not to worry about it. He also said he knew the way around, which made me feel a little better because that probably meant I imitated a tank well enough that he thought I was referring to the instance. I agreed to tank and we requeued and immediately picked up two more DPS and set out on a grand adventure of smashing trogs and beating down sickly Gnomes!

At the end of the night, I did get to pick up a new pair of pants and had completed an instance that I had never got to experience. It was actually a lot of fun. I am definitely not the worlds foremost expert on fuzzy wuzzy tanking, but it was a refreshing change of pace which has given me pause to consider the idea of leveling Invincabull to tank. From what I have read, a lot of gear which he is currently wearing will function well for Druid tanking. I just do not know if I have enough situational awareness to be a full time tank. Yes, I know healing requires similar awareness, but I am not standing in the crotch of every creature in Azeroth while healing either. At any rate, I thought it was an interesting notion and a fun experience. Anyone else out there gotten to experience some old content that they had not ran in a long time or maybe ever?