Began the evening with the Brewfest dailies and totally botched the ram run, only delivering nine kegs of precious booze to the festival. My runs typically follow a ‘banana-shaped’ path allowing me to catch the two apple barrels along the path and, if things go horribly wrong I can usually tag the barrel by the keg-giver. This time, I managed to:
· Get stuck on a fence for a few seconds
· Not get credit for an apple barrel
· Hit 100 exhaustion while in the process of leaping over a barrel, giving me the 15 second debuff but with no exhaustion counter
· Annoy the keg-provider to the point where he won’t give me another barrel until I run off and come back
· Fall off a hillside.
In retrospect, it was a miracle I got as many delivered as I did.
Afterward, I grabbed a random party to slay Corin Direbrew for the billionth time and after he defeated 20 seconds later, I decided to stick around and explore the rest of the dungeon. It was amazingly fun.
It turns out I –had- seen the end of the dungeon years before, I was just pretty clueless at the time as far as what was going on. After navigating a few tunnels I made my way through the inky depths, fought seven spectral dwarven ghosts and discovered I –needed- that damn Shadowforge Key at some point. Further in, I obliterated a room with a thousand dwarves in it to grab a couple of torches to light braziers to open the final door (this is when I realized I’d been here before—my first run was very traumatic) and stood in the throne room with the dark iron King and his court.
Being the tactical equivalent of Conan, I went straight for the throne and attacked. Every single dwarf began rushing to the King’s defense as he started lighting me up. For the most part I ignored the throngs as I focused on the King. Once he was down to a fraction of his health, he became immune to my assaults and continued wailing on me. At this point I noticed I was nearly dead. I hastily shifted from “God mode” to “OMG! OMG! OMG! mode” and dashed around exploding everything I could while quaffing a potion and using trinkets.
In the end, the broken bodies of the dwarven consul littered the floor like dark iron scraps and I sat upon the throne proudly. Afterward I climbed down and back tracked a bit until I found the molten core entrance and broke off a fragment to attune myself. That’ll be an adventure for another day.
Back in Ironforge, I realized that I’d miss Thursday’s guild run for the weekly raid due to wifely commitments. Instructor Razuvious needed killing again and I really wanted the rewards, so I when I saw the opportunity to join a pug, I did so.
We met up in Naxx and it was a bit dicey—our tank was squishy and half of us died on trash before someone swapped out for a warrior. As we went along, we discovered there was only one person who had ever used the control orbs before. I was low man on the DPS totem pole (it happens), so I was volunteered to take the other. I reluctantly agreed, but assumed no responsibility for any fatalities incurred. They laughed and agreed. Silly pug.
After we made our way to the Instructor, I diligently positioned myself near the control orb and waited for the signal. When it came, I grabbed it and my consciousness was transferred into a death knight chained to something. With a odd array of icons now inhabiting my spell bar, I desperately started clicking things to see what would happen.
In seconds, the Instructor was charging the party and I was fighting hard to get control of the fight. Cyandra aside, I’m REALLY used to fighting from a distance and having to chase the Instructor down as it was wailing into the party was a bit embarrassing. The alternate tank started tanking and started screaming after a few seconds to pass off aggro. I grabbed the instructor, but my bone shield was still on cooldown. This would end poorly.
My controllee was slain and I flipped into my much more comfortable DPS role as the alt tank got the stuffing beaten out of him. Fortunately for all concerned, the Instructor was down to a sliver when we lost the second Death Knight and we polished him off without loss of life. I apologized and summoned a portal to Dalaran so people could turn in the quest.
It was a learning experience. The little pug learned never to let Strev near the control orbs.
Afterward, I ran my daily in Occulus (note to self: repair armor first thing today) and fished in the coin fountain until I achieved the Grandmaster Fisherman title.
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