http://www.tankspot.com/forums/blogs/ekarderif/ en Sat, 21 Nov 2009 10:42:18 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.tankspot.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg http://www.tankspot.com/forums/blogs/ekarderif/ http://www.tankspot.com/forums/blogs/ekarderif/399-el-puggo-gruul.html Fri, 22 Feb 2008 07:15:15 GMT So there we were, half of us exhausted from battling a giant war machine deep in the heart of Kael'thas's territory. With many of our brethren returning to the confines of the inn, we turned our eye to the ruler of the ogres, the slayer of dragons.

We proceeded to accept strangers into our ragtag team, filling in the gaps as necessary. Things already looked bad on Maulgar with many deaths at the hands of Olm. Nothing prepared us for what was to come on the infamous Gruul.

Many of the newcomers did not do their research properly. The High King's abilities were mostly predictable, but Gruul is a completely different beast. With him getting stronger with each ticking second, and many of us collapsing under the ceiling or dying from explosive rubble, we were fighting a losing battle. Nothing prepared us for the death of our premier frontline soldier.

After a few swipes later, I was the sole melee in the raid. It was only a matter of time before his hits mashed me into a bloody pulp. We bravely trudged forward, refusing to give in.

Heads down. Shields up. Brace yourselves. Never give up...

]]> Ekarderif http://www.tankspot.com/forums/blogs/ekarderif/399-el-puggo-gruul.html http://www.tankspot.com/forums/blogs/ekarderif/270-guild-woes.html Tue, 29 Jan 2008 16:27:26 GMT At first, I figured to make this blog a first person diary of my character because I rarely had anything to say outside of the game. But of course, things do not go as planned.

For awhile, my guild has been trekking through Karazhan, progressing at about one boss per week. While the other raiders are not the best players in the world, we manage to pull through with me tugging along as main tank. This continued until we managed our first full clear. Then all hell breaks loose.

Enter Sinnderella. She is the girlfriend of one of our healers, who recently hit level 70. And she has never tanked before. And we decided to drag her through Karazhan because she needs upgrades.

Now, I have no problems gearing people up. We recently had a rogue in greens who is now mostly in purples (though I hate him for getting all his drops within a week...). I do, however, have a problem with running people who have no clue what they are doing.

1. She refused to put on a shield for tanking. We were attempting to let her tank Arcatraz for her last key fragment. She pulled the first group and proceeded to "tank" them with a polearm. I told her 3 times afterwards to put on a shield, but that never happened.
2. She showed up to Karazhan with this spec, which is by far the worst warrior spec I have ever seen.
3. She did less DPS than me when I was tanking. I had maybe 30% on top of her damage.
4. She was pulling aggro. Turns out, she used mocking blow as a damage ability.
5. She respecced to this. She really likes that Booming Voice...
6. She wanted to tank one of the bosses, which by this point we were on Netherspite/Prince/Nightbane. Despite the fact that she was in greens, DPS blues, and not even close to being crit immune, she insisted to tank something just because she respecced.
7. She "off tanked" Prince. I am pretty sure she sold her polearm by this stage because we tried telling her to put on a DPS set. That lasted a good 30 seconds before enfeeble/shadow nova flattened her.
8. She did not know how to sidestep. I had to tell her to use Q and E against Netherspite. Worse yet, she kept keyboard turning against Netherspite despite me telling her to stop turning and sidestep.

We went from farm status on everything except Nightbane (which we downed first time) to not being able to kill Netherspite/Nightbane at all.

I suppose the good news is that I have been recruited into Nubasaurus's guild, which is full of competent players as far as I can tell. Hopefully I will not lose too much hair within the next week... ]]> Ekarderif http://www.tankspot.com/forums/blogs/ekarderif/270-guild-woes.html http://www.tankspot.com/forums/blogs/ekarderif/114-shattering.html Fri, 11 Jan 2008 04:15:12 GMT Shattered Halls: the training grounds of hatred, the pinnacle of fel orc power. Charging into this fortress is not heroic; it is suicide. But for the good of the guild, I pressed onward, searching for the damnable book the human requested. The corrupted are stupid but endless. Through the halls we sliced as one, leaving a bloody swath in our wake. Axes clashing with axes, this is a familiar sight, one I will never tire of. Refusing to back down, I hold my ground, blow after blow, so that my comrades can flank and neutralize the threat. It is hard work, but somebody has to do it. Together, we are strong. Divided, they fall. The five of us are more than capable of handling four of them. But alas, not everything is as smooth. Perhaps it was the sound of the gunshot echoing down the corridor. Perhaps it was the blood spatter of the commander splashing across the room. Regardless of what caused it, seven of them came rushing at us to crash the party. Refusing to give up, I roared fiercely. Drawing them into my impenetrable shield, I sliced and thundered through them. With each calculated maneuver, I drew them further into the dance of death. Never have they seen such an enemy, refusing to back down, refusing to cop out. As their frustration grew, their vision grew narrow, not noticing the dancing fires or whirling daggers. A moment of clarity rose past my bloodlust: we will prevail. I have battled fiends and demons, death knights and dragons. But that has always been many of us pitted against few of them. Tonight, we proved victorious against the odds. Seven highly trained monstrosities could not defeat us. No longer are we just comrades-in-arms. Today, we persevered as brothers. Shattered Halls have just been shattered. Shattered Halls: the training grounds of hatred, the pinnacle of fel orc power. Charging into this fortress is not heroic; it is suicide. But for the good of the guild, I pressed onward, searching for the damnable book the human requested.

The corrupted are stupid but endless. Through the halls we sliced as one, leaving a bloody swath in our wake. Axes clashing with axes, this is a familiar sight, one I will never tire of. Refusing to back down, I hold my ground, blow after blow, so that my comrades can flank and neutralize the threat. It is hard work, but somebody has to do it.

Together, we are strong. Divided, they fall. The five of us are more than capable of handling four of them.

But alas, not everything is as smooth. Perhaps it was the sound of the gunshot echoing down the corridor. Perhaps it was the blood spatter of the commander splashing across the room. Regardless of what caused it, seven of them came rushing at us to crash the party.

Refusing to give up, I roared fiercely. Drawing them into my impenetrable shield, I sliced and thundered through them. With each calculated maneuver, I drew them further into the dance of death. Never have they seen such an enemy, refusing to back down, refusing to cop out. As their frustration grew, their vision grew narrow, not noticing the dancing fires or whirling daggers. A moment of clarity rose past my bloodlust: we will prevail.

I have battled fiends and demons, death knights and dragons. But that has always been many of us pitted against few of them. Tonight, we proved victorious against the odds. Seven highly trained monstrosities could not defeat us.

No longer are we just comrades-in-arms. Today, we persevered as brothers.

Shattered Halls have just been shattered. ]]> Ekarderif http://www.tankspot.com/forums/blogs/ekarderif/114-shattering.html