Monday nights are alt nights for me and the boy. It was exclusively a time to work on the Mage/Prot Warrior combo, but since we’ve rerolled my priest and a druid to use the recruit-a-friend, Alouette’s had to get pushed to the backburner for a while, which means she’s stuck at 70.
But I do love my mage. So when Gadgets called me to let me know he’d be working very late last night, I decided I’d play Alouette anyway. I can’t level without him, and I was in a bit of a ludic mood so I tried my hand at PvP.
PvPing as a level 70 mage in the 70-79 bracket is not the smartest idea. Do you know how long it takes a level 79 to do 6283 damage to a clothy? I’d tell you, but my timer doesn’t count in milliseconds.
I queued up AB and WSG, since I didn’t have any achievements in either. WSG popped first. I zone in to a game which was 2-0 for the Alliance, and I immediately realized all my macros were still missing from transferring! D’oh. So I sat in the flag room and fixed that while my teammates won me [Warsong Gulch Victory] and [Warsong Gulch Perfection]. Thanks guys!
After I’d fixed the rest of my macros, AB popped. It was a fresh game… I was quite disoriented. Arathi Basin is my favourite battleground, but I’d never done it from the Alliance side before. The map was constantly backwards in my head.
I spent the first 5 minutes without a single Honorable Kill. Even though I was following a group of others around, two hits from a cat or a Death Knight and BAM! I’m having tea with my dear friend, the Spirit Healer.
It was a very long and close game, and I quickly developed a nemesis. A level 77 Balance Druid. His name started with an H. Let’s call him… Hogarth.
I claimed my post defending the Stables like a good little gnome, finger hovering over my instant cast and AoE keybindings. as I look around, in the distance I see a giant bird-owl-chicken-beast thing coming at me with a gaggle of trees in tow. He’s on me before I can do anything.
Trees everywhere! Ah! Feign Death! No, this is a mage. There is no Feign Death.
Ice Block! But before I know it, I find myself asking the Spirit Healer if she knows where the heck I put that button on my bars, because I certainly don’t.
I’m quickly back into the battle, stationed at the stables… holding my position. I turn around… it’s Hogarth again. And his horrible trees. Just as they are about to hit me I try to Frost Nova, but before I can… BAM! A giant mysterious tidal wave hits me and sends me flying. It takes out half of my health and the rest quickly follows with a Moonfire.
I ask the Spirit Healer how I’ve never in my life seen that spell before. Guess I haven’t done much PvP since 3.0.
This means war. I mount up and go Chicken hunting. I’m gonna get him down if it’s the last thing I do! I’ve got my battle strategy ready to go.
There he is! His trees lay dead on the ground beside him already.
“You’re not going to take our horsies!” I cry as I power up my Fireball.
Fireblast! Dragon’s Breath! Fir– oooh, look at the pretty stars!
Once again the Spirit Healer hovers there, mocking me for up to 30 seconds as my little Gnome fills with fiery rage.
*BRRRING!* The Horde has won the match!
I got out of there with 14 HKs, and at least as many deaths.
Someday we’ll meet again, Hogarth.
And I’ll be having BBQ’d chicken for dinner that night, if it’s the last thing I do.