An' Some Things Ain't Changed

That were then.

This be now.

Somethings Ain't The Same No Mores

The Scene: Hyjal Summit

The Players: A Horde Grunt, a Horde Headhunter, and an Orc In A Dwarf Priest Disguise

Grunt: Here they come. Bugger me, is a lot of them.

Headhunter: Steady, mon. We has a hero with us.

Grunt: I dunno. Wasn't there supposed ta be twenty-five heroes?

Headhunter: Mebbe is one of dem "flex" things dey told us about?

Grunt: Gonna find out - great googly moogly, look at all those undeaders.

Headhunter: Stand firm, hero! We be wit' ya - grunts an' headhunters an' shaman an' Thrall.

Grunt: Bugger me. He just ran out there.

Headhunter: Hero, come back! We got dis strong defensive ... position .... here ....

Grunt: Fuhg me.

Headhunter: Da hero, he just killed'em all, mon.

Grunt: Fuhg me.

Headhunter: De undeads, dey all dead.

Grunt: Fuhg me.

Headhunter: I thought dem shadow priests didn't even have an AoE, mon.

Assgalore No More

Since the Sunday night raid (which I weren't on) took care of the first three bosses already, tonight we was able to start off on Assgalore. This were my first look at that fubbernunker, who refused to go down the past two weeks. But tonight we one-shotted the bugger, and pulled three sets of gloves and a healadin belt off of his dead carcass. Mighta been a fifth thing - I can't be bothered ta keep track of the details. Anywho, here we is, whooping it up on his dead self.

Then we rode up the mountain to pay our respects ta his friend, Archi. Along the way, our MT promised ta provides oral gratificationals ta everyone in the raid if we one-shotted him too. Then he promptly went and face-pulled the bugger while scouting for where to do the tanking, when most of us was still halfway across the valley. So that were a wipe, and made sure he didn't haveta make good on his promise. Convenient, that. We made a coupla more tries, just to get a sense of what the fight'll be like fer real next week, then we called it a night.

Anethewhatsit's Arse Goes DOWN

Two percent ...

One percent ...

And Anethefugger, the second boss of Mount Hyjal, is Down! Is a guild first! Yay us!As promised, I danced on the dunkerblugger's corpse. Well, such as it were. We pulled these nifty shoulders outta the wreckage, and guess who won the bidding? Well, is me blog, ya think I'd bring'em up if I hadn't? Once I get'em gemmed and enchanted, these puppies'll be worth breaking me Shadow's Embrace set for. So it were a damn fine moment.

Then we decided to move on to the next fight, and great googly moogly did it go crazy after that. Jaina's gonna teleport us. Oh bugger, she just teleported herself and here come a bajillion undeaders. Run! Crap! Which way?

Well, we eventually found our way to the Horde camp, with only a few unlucky buggers having they's still-living flesh gnawed of they's bones. Next time, they'll get in gear sooners. Once there, me and Thrall took a minute fer a man-to-man talk.

And then it were time to fight the incoming waves again, and whoa nellie did our tactics break down. Ghouls here, Gargoyles there, freakin' Frost Dragon up aboves, folks runnin' around not knowin' what ta target, Thrall layin' some serious pain on any fumperthudder dumb enough to get close...

It were a complete pandemonification, and a helluva fun time. We managed to hold out before eventually gettin' buried under the seventh wave. But we'll be goin' back next week, and we'll see if Mister Drain-yer-Mana Make-You-Go-Boom Kaz'rogaine feels like handing over me pants.