Reflections From The Pond

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Swearing at my slow-loading computer and wondering how long I have until the next major malfunction. The warranty’s expired so when that one’s rolls around I am probably looking at getting myself a whole new rig, I seriously doubt that it will be affordable to repair it out of my own money.

(On a side note, this makes me wonder if Cataclysm will run on it or if I will have to choose between upgrading to a new computer or quit the game.)

Locating my headset. Playing on a laptop means I ditch my headset wherever I used it last time, upstairs in the bedroom, in the kitchen, in the den, and then it gets tidied away into some closet or on top of some bookshelf.

Updating addons. Why do I have PallyPower on my shaman? Why are my macroed hotkeys not working properly?

Flying to Sholazar Basin buying yet another mysterious egg. Bags full of ageing yolk and no green proto-drake yet.

Rummaging in bags trying to find the frost wyrm flasks my Altoholic tells me are stashed in there somewhere. Ah, there they are! No, that was the Endless Mana Potion that has the same icon as the flasks.

More rummaging to see if there are enouch stacks of my usual variety of food – haste food, spell power food and mp5 food. There are.

Thinking to myself, don’t forget to put Earthliving up on my Trauma again! This prompts two things, me thinking of how much I love seeing that weapon proc and splash green numbers all over my screen – all over! – and of course me forgetting to put the damn weapon enchant up until we are a long way into the Icecream Citadel. I really should enable Cork or some other addon to remind me!

Running off getting me a shoe shine from the cobbler in Dalaran.

Making sure I have some sort of random silliness gear in my bags to play with my raid mates. Bunny wand, baby spices, zeppelin, piccolo. Wishing I could make an Gordok Ogre Suit on my shammy.

Flying off to ICC to Be Prepared And Wait Outside.

Let the fun begin!

Ulduar really is a pretty place, the most beautiful raid instance I’ve ever been in (those titans sure knew how to build things) and now I have actually seen it all!

Last night we met up with Algalon the Observer in his Celestial Planetarium nested within Ulduar. It was actually our second date with the guy, our first being Saturday last and we seemed to have gotten it off at the wrong foot, so we decided to work on our relationship a bit more.

Algalon is an Observer, sent by the Titans after Loken, the Titans’ designated Watcher of Azeroth and jailor of Yogg-Saron, was driven to betray his comrades by Yoggi whispering to him, and subsequently killed by many a bold adventurer in the Halls of Lightning.

Algalon is here to analyse Azeroth for systemic corrption, and if he deems the planet beyond saving, the Titans will cleanse the place by killing all living organisms and start all over again.

Not to put any pressure or anything on us, only the entire future of Azeroth rests upon our shoulders. To further add to the burden, we will only have one hour to convince Algy that there’s hope still for Azeroth and it’s denizens, before he says screw this place, I’m going back to the heavens.

That actually happened last time and it was really disappointing, especially as it seemed we were getting along so well (and by this I mean we managed to stay alive longer and longer every try).

This time, last night, we nine-manned the Golf Cart and the Aerobics Instructor since our guild master and raid leader chose to be fashionally late, but as the very last Chamber Overseer right outside the Planetarium keeled over he logged into the game. He claimed he’d had some medical emergency resulting in a stitched hand, but we suspect he had planted a spy in our Vent channel and was drinking beer and watching football or something til it was time to kick ass and chew bubblegum :P

We had an interesting group setup, 2 resto shammies and a paladin for healz, a DK and paladin for tankz, and two shammies, a rogue, a warlock and a mage for the pewpew, so we fenced the gauzy see-through dude in with our totems, extended our collective hand and said “May I?”.

Algalon, possibly trying to follow some date guide line or other by not appearing to be too keen or too interested or too easy, made us work rather hard at convincing him we were worthy.

I know we were very overdressed for the occasion in our ICC 25-man gear compared to Algalons Ulduar-10, kind of like coming to a Sunday afternoon tea dance wearing ballgowns and tuxedos and the real diamond tiaras and cuff-links, but still the dance had some tricky moves and there was a bit of toe-stepping, black-hole-missing and general dying going on.

But we rose to the occasion, got our collective feet sorted out, and with 20 minutes left of the date we convinced him we weren’t that bad actually by doing our utmost to kill him.

There was a moment of dread and terror as there were quite a few seconds (which felt like minutes) between Algy disappearing as a target (woah, where’d he go? to the heavens? no, that can’t be! we still have 20 minutes left!) and the actual achievement popping up. But then there it was, spamming our chat windows:

Now, I just have to convince everyone that we must go meet him in his 25-man variety as well!

Larúe, ze resto shammy, is the girl I raid with nowadays and yesterday I was on melee healing duty in the Blood Wing, trying to take down the Blood Queen Lana’thel. I was standing smack in the middle of the melee, spreading the love and tender care around with my greenish-white lazor beams and buckets of waters and of course the imba, over-powered one and only Healing Stream totem.

The Queen is not yet a farm boss for us and so we were wiping a bit but making steady progress, fine-tuning the nibblings and positionings and group hugs in the middle, and then we suffered a tank disconnect. A serious one, it seemed, because even after we had all died and run back and gathered up in the Queen’s room he had still not gotten back on either WoW or Vent.

What to do? Well, the raid leaders decided that one of the retribution pallies should eqiup his pvp gear and act as a soaker for the Blood Mirror. And so he did.

Now, the Blood Mirror does not follow any threat table, or damage done, and it is not random, it is simply a spell that falls upon the player who is closest to the player tanking the queen. Anyone silly enough to get between the tank and the soaker would become the soaker himself.

Or herself.

I know what you are thinking, but no, I did not get between the tank and the soaker.

However, the soaker, our retribution paladin in pvp gear, died for some reason or other, and then I was not between the tank and the soaker, because as it turned out I had suddenly become the player closest to the tank and thus I became the soaker.

I did not expect to last long, even though I wear mail and carry a shield and have oh I dunno, 16 k armor or so, but my fellow healers went into overdrive and practically smothered me in heals, so many green numbers popping out all over my screen I could hardly see anything else. Or so it felt like, anyways.

They managed to keep me up for almost a full minute, all the time raining green heals on me, and I got some weird sort of omfg is this how it is-experience. I’ve been healing for a long time and have been dishing out a lot of huge green numbers myself, but to see them coming in in such a steady stream, almost fighting each other for space to drop on my head, and from so many healers, was rather amazing, perhaps because it was so unexpected.

I’ve been tanking a lot with my own furball tank, ze druid Joaquime, mostly 10mans but a few 25mans back in TBC, but I can’t remember ever feeling so giddy and high just by being healed.

Perhaps I was more blasé and used to it then, doing it regularly, or perhaps I had not the scrolling combat text enabled then. I don’t know, but I expect I will be talking about this a long way down the road, perhaps even when I sit in that home for the eldery, and tell my fellow elders about this one time, at the Blood Queen…

Yesterday after a fast ICC and TOC we went to Sartharions Lair deep under the Wyrmrest Temple to get yet another Twilight Drake for a guildie.

It was not the first Sarth 3D kill I’ve been in on – I got the Twilight Vanquisher title on one of my very first raids with Adrenaline 3 months ago – but it was still a special one because this was the first time I would be allowed to roll on the mount. Because it is such a rare mount and a result of a group effort you need to have been present at at least 2/3 raids during the last three months to be eligible to roll for it, and my three month anniversary with Adrenaline had rolled by just a few days ago.

This time the RL’s decided we were going to zerg it, so four of us healers swapped to our pewpew specs and outfits, leaving only two healers to deal with keeping people alive.

After a few tests we went for it and poor Sartharion went down like a snowman in hell. He did manage to splatter the tank and a few of us around him at the end, but he was so low on hp that the remaining raiders finished him off without even breaking a sweat.

And when it was time to roll for the mount I rolled highest of all eligible members and won it!

Larúe got herself a beautiful twilight dragon!

The twilight dragons are not part of any of the usual Dragonflights - Malygos’ blue ones, Alexstrasza’s red ones, Ysera’s green ones, Nozdormu’s bronze ones or Deathwing’s black ones – but seems to be the result of a breeding program by Deathwing’s consort Sinestra in Grim Batol.

With the discovery of the twilight egg nests withing the Obsidian Sanctum, guarded by Deathwing’s henchman Sartharion, it is now suspected that Sinestra did not act alone but that Deathwing himself was involved in this breeding of twilight dragons, and that he has far-reaching plans of plunging Azeroth into a new Cataclysmic twilight…

Do you ever get the feeling when you open your closet door and look at all your clothes stuffed in there that you have nothing to wear? Or when you are out shopping that you find nothing at all you would like to wear – a whole bloody city full of nothing but bloody clothes boutiques and there is not one bloody piece of garb that you find interesting enough to buy?

Happens to me a lot. My clothes – the ones I do manage to buy – are nice, good-looking and comfortable, yet when I stand there in my dressing room in my underwear looking at them I often find nothing in there I really want to put on, and I generally hate going shopping. Total outfit paralysis.

Usually ends up with me grabbing something I know I will find comfortable wearing, which explains why I am always dressed the same and the hot little dresses I for some reason keeps buying usually languishes away at the back of the closet.

It’s like that for me in WoW as well sometimes.

My shammy has her bags crammed full of shiny gear and yet she usually wears the same stuff. She has a lot of jewellery but same thing applies here, she usually wears the same necklace and rings.

She is now standing before the Triumphant Vendor with some brand new Crusade Trophys burning in her purse and she has total outfit paralysis.

I was going to replace her helm and shoulders since they are ilvl 232, but Elitist Jerks with their Best in Slot list seems to find that the Elemental helm and shoulders of the t9 are actually much better for a resto shaman than the resto ones, while looking a bit further ahead it seems the Resto head and shoulders of the t10 is the ones to go for and EJ suggest wearing the tunic and the gloves of the t9.

So what should I get? I don’t want to spend a lot of gems and enchants on gear I will replace real soon, and I don’t want to miss out on the t9 2-set bonus. And I don’t want to spend too much dkp on buying the t9 tokens now that the t10 marks are in stock. So t9 ilvl 245 helm and shoulders? Tunic and gloves? I already have very nive ilvl 245 tunic and gloves  (althought not tier stuff) and which gear will actually last me the longest if I should lose the set bonus?

And – most importantly – will I look fat in it?

Ze warlock has similar problems.

She has gathered up a nice bunch of Triumph emblems but there is actually nothing in the shop she wants to wear. Or rather, she is very attached to her current gear since it is things that has dropped for her in raids with her friends and it has a lot of sentimental value to her. Nothing like winning a roll and picking up a lovely silk dress from the innards of a dead mob to form a real bond with your gear.

Also, the fact that the Iceshear mantle and Raiments of the Corrupted looks absolutely hawt on a dark-haired green-eyed gnome while the t9 looks, well, let’s just say that sloping shoulders starting at your ears does not look good on anyone, this fact does not make her very inclined to buy them.

The t9 set bonus, the increased damage of her pets, is very alluring though since she is a real warlock and a real warlock uses pets, so I guess she will eventually overcome her dithering and buy the legs and gloves.

Anyways, who said it was easy to gear up with this new badge system?!?

Getting Exalted with the Sons of Hodir on my shammy did not only make her able to finally purchase a nice and shiny shoulder enchant for that extra 6 spellpower and 5 critical strike rating, it also stocked up her coffers and made her if not filthy stinking rich so at least slightly smelly wealthy.

Gold in my pockets, itching to be spent!

Dual Talent Specialization, here I come!

Since my enhancement gear consist of a gladiator chest someone must have pawned off on me on some VoA run when I wasn’t looking, I decided to go elemental. Lightning Bolts and Lava Bursts, Flame Shocks and Thunderstorms!

I did actually have a lot of gear I could adapt to the more pewpewy shaman ways, but since it was all old worn resto gear it was heavily deficient on the hit rating side.

A few new gems and enchants later, it was not so heavily deficient, but still a lot short of the magic number 263, which seems to be the hit cap for elemental shamans with their racial skill and Elemental Precision and hoping for your friendly neighbourhood shadow priest or boomkin to hang around close by.

A quick look-round turned up a head enchant with hit rating which looked interesting. Only downside was that it required Revered with the Sha’tar, you know those caretakers in that big old forgotten city of Shattrah? And since my shammy was a latecomer on the scene she did not have that much rep, she was about a thousand short of being honored, so in total she would need about 13 k rep.

Now, how to get that?

There were a few quests that gave Sha’tar rep but I didn’t remember if I had done them or not and I didn’t really fancy going all over Outland to try to find out where I had ditched them – gief a quest tracker that tells you where you dumped the quest chain!

However, the Tempest Keep instances gives Sha’tar rep, in both the normal and heroic variety. So my shammy trundled off there, flew up to the Mechanar and started the kill spree.

And she died.

Those nasty Arcane Guardians hit for a lot even on a mail-clad lvl 80, and they call for help!

So it was no easy peasy walk in the park, it did take some planning and Hexing, but it was not that bad, the mini bosses were pretty easy and soon she faced the first real boss in there.

And soon he was dead.

She had originally planned to just kill mobs up to the first boss, maybe try him out and see how hard it was, but then reset the instance and farm rep again, but the not-too-hard boss kill bolstered her and she went on to the next one, the fire-loving Nethermancer Sepethrea.

Long suppressed memories of this horrible boss was suddenly brought back and I died and died and died. Having only a few instant-cast attacks which also share a cooldown made it difficult to get enough spells off before the elementals were upon me and beat me to death together with their lady chief, and I needed to focus on dps and not healing myself because it only prolonged the agony.

This only spurred me on though, and my plans of quick rep farming was gone – I was going to beat this boss! And I did! A combination of heroism, fire elemental, elemental spec and resto gear, lifeblood, gift of the naaru and a rather large piece of luck made the flaming lady bite the dust eventually!

Wohoo! Who dah shammy?!?

The gauntlet up to the last boss and the boss himself was a piece of cake in comparison, and I snagged me the Mechanar achievement and about 2 k of Sha’tar rep.

The next day I went to the Botanica, and there was nothing in there that was really difficult, I breezed through it and got the Botanica ach and another couple of k of Sha’tar rep.

Was going to get me the quest for the Arcatraz key and also attempt the heroic versions of these instances, but the acute need for the head enchant was removed by a new pair of legs won with a lucky offspec roll and a new ring from the Headless Horseman.

Still, it was very fun soloing these instances with my shaman, and I do think I will go there again and try out the heroics.

Because, you know, who dah shammy?!?

You know one surefire way to make me start to tremble and feel icy clammy slithers of dread down my spine?

It is when someone I know comes up to me and says “we need to talk”. Guess I am one of those that see the glass as half empty because that “we need to talk” opener, however worded, always fills me with apprehension of the bad kind.

So when one of the officers in my new guild whispers me just before raid start and ask if I have a minute to spare because she wants to talk to me you can imagine what happened. Did someone suddenly turn down the temperature in the room?

I know I haven’t been slacking too much in this last month I have raided with my shammy. I have made some a few a lot of mistakes, but I like to think I have learned from them and did not do them twice, and also think that I managed to do a few many some things right from the start.

So this talk a month after I got invited to the guild when I happen to know after having read somewhere that a new members’ trial period is a month should not be something to be afraid of, right? If I sucked badly they would have told me something before, right? Right? Right?

Still, I shiver a little as she asks me how I like it in the guild.

I reply truthfully – I like it a lot! The people are fun and friendly and nice and helpful, the raid leaders are calm and cool and I have a lot of fun raiding there.

And then she replies to me, saying not the words I dreaded but those I hoped to hear – they are happy with me and would like to offer me a full membership!

Yes! Yes, please! Thank you!

I still tremble but as I get promoted from Trialist to Raider in Adrenaline those clammy shivers are now replaced by a broad smile and tears welling up in my eyes and I jump up and down in excitement.

I R Raider!

I was debating whether I should title this post the more catchy “How To Get Four Achievements On A Single Raid Boss”, but I settled for a slightly down-toned variety.

The well known quote of “Standing on the shoulders of giants” refers to how you can make intellectual progress by using the understanding gained by notable thinkers who have gone before you, to how much farther you can actually see from a slightly elevated position.

In WoW, most of us are standing on the shoulders of someone, perhaps not giants but gnomes, dwarves or maybe orcs. Very very few of us set out into the world intent on discovering it all ourselves (at least not after the first toon levelled to 80 :P).

We seek out information about where Mankrik’s wife can be found (yes, even I have done that quest on a lowbie Horde alt) instead of scouring the Barrens on our own and we happily use knowledge gathered by others to further our own understanding of the world and our abilities.

There is not that many of us that run into a new dungeon totally oblivious to what may come. Instead, we prefer to study videos made by those who really did go in not knowing what to expect and we read up on encounters and what information has leaked from various sources before we even enter the big ugly mofo’s lair.

When we see the big dragon lying asleep, curled up on the floor of her cave, we know that she has a nasty breath and a tail that will swipe if we come too close, we know she will fly up after a while and breathe lethal fire down upon us and we know her eggs had better be left untouched or we may regret it.

We have an inkling of what to expect and we work out a way to get what we want, sometimes by slavishly following someone else’s tactics, sometimes by tweaking those tacticts to suit our own group and abilities.

We are standing on the shoulders of gnomes, elves and orcs. We use the knowledge and information and tactics and understandings gained by the people who have gone before us.

Nothing wrong with this of course.

I don’t need to prove the Pythagorean Theorem myself before I use it – I can see the proof and understand it and gladly use it.

If I am going kayaking a weekend I want to know beforehand how to get up again in case the kayak does a flip and I get submerged, I don’t want to work it out on my own hanging upside down in the water.

If I am going to be part of an attempt to do the Assembly of Iron the hard mode way, ie killing Steelbreaker last, I want to know what I should look out for and how I should try to react to the various bad things coming my way.

(Now, those of you who know me know that I’ve usually been very keen on wanting to experience new dungeon and raid content fresh, of not knowing what to expect when I entered, of finding out myself why doing certain things are good and some are bad.

I have been very stubborn about this, but lately I have somwhat reluctantly acknowledged the fact that information does not always diminish the joy of the play.

Because while there are thrills and joys to be found in exploring and discovering things, there are also thrills and joys to be found in the execution of things, of having a theoretical if not yet practical knowledge of the steps of the dance and how to follow in your partner’s lead.

And, of course, the fact that most people I run with would already have a good knowledge of the fights and me refusing to listen did only leave me the noob might have had something to do with my changing my views on this as well :P)

This possibility to stand on other people’s shoulders is also why a generally bewildered and somewhat bedraggled raider like me can snag four achievements in a single boss kill. I was standing on the shoulders of both the people I’ve raided with before and the people I was raiding with that night as I went from doing 10mans the normal way to 25mans hard modes without going through any intermittent stages.

It makes me feel grateful and indebted and humble – regardless if you’re doing the social variety or the more hardcore one raiding really is a team effort and I hope that I can pay it back and that someday someone else will be standing on my shoulders.

One sure way to rub your nose in how many addons you rely on in your daily WoW is to transfer to another server.

Because, you know, all your addons and user interface and macros and even Blizzards’s own in-game options will reset their settings when you transfer and you will end up with a blank slate of helpful addons and options not being helpful at all.

And somehow they are all inter-related. I could not customise my HealBot until I had fixed my macros I use therein, I could not dress my shaman in her various ItemRacked gear outfits until I had  set all stats displayed in RatingBuster. And I had totally forgot how to tweak the displays of the plethora of BigWigs warnings so I ended up with them all in the middle of my screen obscuring important things going on.

Thanks to a pro reminder of a fellow transferee (you know who you are – thanks!) I had been clever and screenshotted all my macros and settings for some of my addons, so it was not such an ardous task to fix it all as it might have been. But still, it took a good many hours to pimp ‘em all to my satisfaction.

Got some aha-experiences as well when I worked my way through the addons. HealBot, for example, comes not blank but with a pre-set suggestion of shaman heals and spells. Did you know shamans have a spell called Cure Toxins? I didn’t. Can’t remember ever using that spell, especially since Cleanse Spirit does the same thing for the same cost and with the added benefit of removing a curse as well.

And even though you test and tweak and check them you still need to do a live SAT to weed out all the little bugs and things that ar not quite right.

For example, I thank the gods of Providence that my very first run with the raid guild I’ve applied to (and been accepted into!) was 25 man Vault of Archavon and not 25 man Iron Council on hardmode. I know the VoA fight a little – enough to be really really determined NOT to die in a fire (thus proving that I am a noob instead of just suspecting it) and with my instant self-heal spells handily macroed in to save my be-tailed behind in case of an emergency.

I did manage to not die in a fire, I managed to not die at all actually, and after having calmed down a bit from the initial panic (what? now? no, I am not reeeeeeeady!) I slowly woke up to the fact that my Chain Heals did not, in fact, splatter their pretty whitish-green lazor beams all over my fellow raiders.

And I rapidly found out that this was because I had, in fact, not bound the Chain Heal to its usual left mouse button hot-key. Residing there was now the eminent Healing Wave, a spell that is not bad at all but perhaps not the best choice for raid healing :P

Anyways, I got it worked out eventually and got a whole bunch of new ideas for how to Improve Stuff as well! I see many hours of macro playing looming ahead! :-)

A long time ago, the Frostwolf clan of orcs were exiled to a hidden valley deep in the heart of the Alterac Mountains by Gul’dan, the most powerful warlock ever to exist and the real leader of the Horde for a long time, for refusing to embrace the curse of Bloodlust by drinking the blood of Mannoroth the destructor.

Most of the other orc clans drank and were corrupted, becoming part of the Burning Legion, the vast army of various corrupted races that seek to scour the world of all life and undo the work of the Titans. The Burning Legion has tried to invade and destroy Azeroth a number of times, but have always been defeated.

With hindsight, refusing to drink was a smart move by the Frostwolf clan and its leader Durotan.

Many centuries later, when Thrall reunited all the orc clans, the Frostwolves under the leadership of the shaman Drek’Thar chose to remain in the valley.

In recent years, the a dwarven expedition protected by a guard under command of General Vanndar Stormpike of the Stormpike Clan, a dwarven clan who also live in the Alterac Mountains, have entered the valley and set up residence in the north part to mine for natural resources and search for ancient titan relics.

Despite the dwarves peaceful intent, this has sparked an intense conflict with the territorial Frostwolves, who have woved to drive the intruders from their land.

As I was writing my last post, the one about my HealBot setup, I decided to get me some nice screenshots and double check all my settings by getting some live action. So I took my shaman and entered Alterac Valley, 40 man raid in the snowy mountains.

Was the first time for her in AV apparently, since she discovered a whole lot of places in the usual Galvangar-Drek zerg.

I counted on my preoccupation with testing my healing addon and screenshotting being less noticeable in a 40 man setting than in a 10 or 15.

What I had not counted on was how much fun I would find bg’ing! Or rather, that I would re-discover the fun of bg’ing!

It was so exciting, stopping in the Field of Strife and throw heals on those fighting there until they were at full health again and killed the hordes.

Or running in dropping the tremor totem at Galv or Drek to counter any horde there trying to fear us out, finding who was tanking Galv and throwing Earth Shield and Riptide on her/him and then Chain Heal away.

Or capping a tower and staying in it to defend, my totems giving a cosy tea-lighty feeling in the cramped top room, and when the hordes came to assault actually manage to keep me and the few other heroic defenders alive until the tower was ours and started burning.

The bg’s I found most fun were the ones that were not a straight zerg, but rather when you actually had to do some real pvp.

The feeling of seeing someone close to death being at full health in a matter of seconds despite their being beaten on by nasty hordes is wonderful, and it’s amazing how long it takes sometimes before opposing players realise that the reason the alliance noobs are not dying is because there is a shaman healing them up all the time. And even when they do realise it, the survivability of a mail-clad, shield-wearing shaman cleansing posions and diseases and throwing heals and totems around is actually rather good, way better than I had expected :-)

There was one bg in particular, one that started with us, the Alliance, having less than five groups in the raid when the portcullis opened and the battle commenced. The bg semmed pretty ordinary though, Galv went down, so did Iceblood and Tower Point, and I stopped at the Frostwolf Graveyard to help defend it, and when it was taken and firmly ours I rode on towards Drek.

But there was a lot of Horde at Frostwolf Keep, and they killed us all off! And they had attacked the Frostwolf graveyard so we all respawned at Dun Baldar!

And then the epic fight started – the Horde had advanced and we fought them on the road just before the pass towards Dun Baldar, and they were sneaking up from under the bridge as well. They pressed on, slowly advancing on us and attacking grave yards, mines and bunkers, which we retook and then they attacked again.

It was a real battle feel to it, we were doing our best to hold out, but were ever so slowly pushed back, and when the Horde took our mine as well and kept it we were running out of supplies, and after a 37 minute long fight the Horde won.

It was fun and intense and pulse-racing and sweaty, and even though we lost it was a hell of a battle!

 I had already gotten the Damage Control achievement, which requires 300 000 heal/damage, but in this bg I threw out a stunning 1 465 889 heals!

I ran totally out of mana twice at least, I used a few of my Crazy Alchemist Potions and I popped my trusted Mana Tide totem on every cooldown, and when that failed I ran around doing nothing til my mana started filling up enough for me to pop heals again.

I can’t remember the last time I ran out of mana on a PvE raid!

Sorted on healing done you see that I am at the top of Alliance heals!

(Also, interestingly, the top three healers in this intense bg are shamans. Is it Chain Heal ftw maybe? :-))

I’m glad I decided to finally write that HealBot setup post, and I am glad I took the time to go to AV to screenshot, because I haven’t had so much fun in WoW for a long time!