Har, been WoW-busy this week. A friend helped power me to 65 in a day; another sent me stacks of netherweave so I can get on with my Tailoring. Finally made it into the one cheerfully colored Outland zone (HAI 2 U NAGRAND) and had a tiny fit at seeing Grom Hellscreams son (who is curiously terse).
Yesterday I had the pleasure of running a frends alt through Zul Farrack and I got invited to a raid group for Upper Blackrock Spire. Both were hilariously good times. I just love and miss ZF, though it was pretty neat blasting through at 65; I remember epic wipes in there at 43. None of my alts are anywhere near running that normally and probably won't be since I'm focusing on gearing my warlock with the Shadoweave set and keying for Kara pretty soon. I dont do alts well.
The UBRS run was equally awesome, although it was my first time in there. Buncha giddy 63+ toons running around like goons basically. Some of those pulls looked like they could have hurt way back when. I also laughed to myself when we passed the whelp room and everyone cracked Leeroy jokes. I love that the game has its own culture, for I'm a big ol'dork.
Night ended with me getting pulled into a Ramparts group for the last two bosses, since they kept wiping. Everyone followed directions pretty well and we one-shotted Omar. For Naz and the dragon, we wiped 3 times until we had to call it. The druid kept insisting on tanking in cat form and switching to bear midfight, despite us pleading with her to just jump in bearform. I don't like telling people how to play their class, especially since I still consider myself a nub and I've never gotten a druid past lvl5. BUT WHY CAT. It got to be a joke, we'd run back, buff up, and she'd be sitting there ready and...stealthed. Maybe I'm missing something here. Eh. At that point I was just exhausted, and so logged out with teh rez sickness.
Off I go, no WoW for a few days as I visit boy for the weekend.
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