On being a new 80. Again.
I’ve turned 80 before. Just once, on Aislinn, and it was an exciting experience, I suppose. Suddenly, it wasn’t about XP, it was about emblems, and running the same dungeons over and over again for said emblems. I was a DPS DK, so as long as I could do some damage and not die, I generally didn’t have any problems. I didn’t learn until I’d already gotten myself decked out in T9 with an EJ spec and rotation (granted, only partially gemmed and entirely un-enchanted) that I was barely putting out 2k DPS, if that. Still, I could hold my own to an extent in Heroics, and I used the new emblems coming in to buy Heirlooms. Mostly the cloth ones.
On Lisan, however, in the wee hours of this morning, it was an entirely different matter. It was thrilling. It was joyous. I was just full of elation over this, and eagerly ran to the bank to take off the cloth heirlooms and a couple pieces of quest gear and put on the “nothing special” (in her words, not mine) level 80 gear that Oreo had gifted to me before I transferred off Ysera. “Just something to get you started”, and I appreciated the gesture immensely, remembering the hodgepodge of gear Ais had been in when she dinged.
So after work today, I log in and nervously eye the “queue for a random Lich King heroic dungeon” screen. No, I decide, after waffling on Vent and gchat for a few minutes. I queue for the Headless Horseman. Get a ring upgrade and the cool (but sadly only 14-day-duration) broom. (Side note: That broom is instant cast. You can cast it WHILE YOU’RE FALLING. It’s awesome.) I queue up for a regular dungeon with Ose’s fury warrior, who was (at the time, she’s since dinged) still 79. And then, mostly at the encouragement of Kurn, my oh-so-lovely GL, I queued up for my very first Heroic, thinking I’d get UK or something of a similar difficulty. Maybe a bit higher, since I was out of some of my quest gear.
Loading screen pops up.
Forge. Of. Souls.
I boggle for a moment, and then panic, and then flail. I heal as best I can. I whisper the tank and warn him that I’ve never even set FOOT in a Heroic before (which is true, as a healer, and I don’t think my crappy DPSing counts in this case), and he says it’s all good and he’ll keep an eye on me. I do okay at first, only lose one DPS on the first boss, and get a nice neck drop off him, [Love’s Prisoner]. And then… the last boss. First round, we lasted about 20 seconds before I succumbed to the chaos and died, precipitating a wipe. Second time, we lasted about 30, maybe 45 seconds. It wasn’t enough. Another wipe, at which point the tank promptly dropped group, and the DPS followed suit, leaving me sad and alone (and dead) in the Forge of Souls, where I shouldn’t have been in the first place. This is, of course, when I turn on my fearless leader and jibe her a bit, to soothe my own wounded ego.
“‘You’ll do fine,’ she says. ‘Nothing to worry about,’ she says.” And, of course, because I wasn’t really mad, we all laughed and moved on to exploring the various different kinds of phone sex voices Kurn and O could use to read the flavour text of the [Apexis Crystal]. Yeah, it was a very special conversation. So I swear off Heroics for the evening, level my herbalism a little (and annoy every lowbie in Elwynn Forest with the constant spamming of “/y Speedyram, HO!” every time I mounted. Mmmm, macrolicious), help a very sweet and polite lowbie with a couple quests in Redridge, and do an encounter with my web-based DnD group. And then I’m sitting out in Storm Peaks, playing with my broom, and Kurn asks… well, something about my gear. She goes to take a look at my gear, and promptly tells me that a) I need a new Libram – which was true, I’d been using one I got at, like, lv 64 – and b) I need better gems in my belt because my belt deserves better than the dinky +12 int gems I had in it.
“Oh, really?” I ask, cluelessly. “Is it nice?”
Kurn has never seen this drop. “Ah. This would be the reason for Forge of Souls,” I say. “Yeah, pretty much,” she replies. After which we got me my new libram and some nice +20 int gems, dragged Shadow into a group to tank, and ran a couple of random Heroics, which were the undead spider dungeons (I can’t remember the names) and much more along my current skill/gear level, and we only wiped once thanks to a fail!DK. :) So on the whole, a nice evening. Tomorrow, I clean and spend time OUT OF THE HOUSE OMG with the wifething. And I sleep tonight, sound in the knowledge that I’m… actually not too bad at what I do. Seriously, I always get nervous running with Kurn, because she has been a holy paladin longer than I’ve been PLAYING, but she’s always got either helpful (and not at all mean) critiques if I’m not doing something I should be (or doing something I shouldn’t be), or a lot of nice words. Seriously. Considering I still nurse a slight case of hero worship – because hey, who says you can’t hero worship your friends? – this means a lot to me. I love spending time with her – as part of a group or just one-on-one. Good times. We’ve both been saying it a lot lately, but I think I’m really gonna fit in nicely in Apotheosis, and that makes me happy.
And before I go… HOLY CRAP, OREO. SERIOUSLY? MY FREAKING GUILD LEADER WANTS MY BELT. I HAD NO IDEA. YOU ARE LIKE, THE GODDESS OF GODDESSES. SERIOUSLY. WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD TO ME? You are slightly to blame for my somewhat traumatic first Heroic incident, but that all PALES IN COMPARISON to the fact that you gave me a pretty rare ICC25 BoE drop as a “starter” that was “nothing special”.
I do not deserve you, sweet cheeks. ♥