Today, I shall tell you a tale. It is a tale of adventure, of perseverance, of patience, and eventually, of victory. In this tale, you shall find both the noblest of hearts and the rudest of trolls. For this is the tale of how I got my Ahead of the Curve Garrosh kill.
The story starts as most do, with a villain and a problem. The villain clear but the problem harder to solve. Garrosh Hellscream, Warchief of the Horde, had to fall on Normal Difficulty but he had to fall soon. Very soon, as in within-a-few-months soon. But how could this happen?
Now enters our protagonist, an earnest but under geared disc/shadow priest. Me. I made my goal to defeat Garrosh before the Great Patch Drop… but how? What follows is a three month long journey, leading up to the final showdown.
The first step was gearing up. Weeks were spent gearing up in flex. This part was easiest. Groups formed quickly and often, and with flexible sizes, many could come along. I healed for the most part, occasionally dpsing, and all the while building up gear. Times were good, and people friendly. I developed a keen knowledge on the boss fights and my abilities.
Then came the next step; normal raids. At first times were good. The raids were harder, yes, but not impossible. Success and gear flowed freely. Groups were friendly for the most part, and I felt pretty confident about my abilities. My item level rose, and I climbed higher into the normal raids. Then, the dark times fell.
Patch Day was drawing closer, and people were becoming more desperate. Joining groups became much harder, as most were looking for carries not runs. People became more kick-happy and rude, and I often found myself the scapegoat. Impatience became the new norm, and generosity fell off the wayside.
The tipping point came during a raid that could have ended it all. I had made it into a Garrosh Normal, and was clearing the trash with the group. I could tell right away that the other healer was far better geared than me, and I took it as a good omen. I might get this! We continued on, eventually getting to Garrosh.
The first pull was… rough. Many people died to avoidable mechanics, and the tank foolishly perished to Iron Star. We rezzed up, and started again. Again, people were taking unnecessary damage. The other healer was blowing me out of the water, but even still we were struggling to keep up. A botched intermission later, and we wiped. This time however, blame had to be assigned. Fingers first pointed to the lowest dps, who were quickly kicked. Then, the blame turned to me. The other healer and the tank insulted me, as if I weren’t even there. I was called many things, among them a bad excuse of a healer and a person. And before I could speak a word, I was kicked.
I was rattled. I was upset. I was put down. Confidence deeply shaken, I nonetheless queued right back up. But my heart wasn’t into it. I logged off, and the quest came to a halt.
A week passed, and precious time slipped away. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to restart the quest. I didn’t want to go through that again.
But a quest of such epic proportions couldn’t be ignored for so long. Within the next week, and good friend of mine told me that he had gotten his kill, and generously offered to pay for a carry for mine. I was motivated. Due to timing, I was unable to attend the carry (don’t worry, my friend didn’t pay, and I had planned to pay him back anyways), but I was dead set on getting a kill of my own.
To Twitter I turned, pursing any and all opportunities. To Other Raids I returned, ruthless in my attempt to join any normals. To the blog I asked, writing up a few articles on the matter.
First success came with Other Raids. I joined a group that was basically a carry. A heroically geared tank and a few dps pulled us from Nazgrim all the way to Paragons in an hour. I unfortunately had to leave, but now I had a valuable lockout.
Next success came from Twitter. Several generous Twitter denizens offered to bring me along with their raids, and I beginning to feel more confident. I had two opportunities set. I was ready.
The last success came from a commenter on the blog. Khizzara charitably offered her services as a Heroic geared resto druid. The offer was just too good to pass up, so as soon as I could I sent her an email.
One of the Twitter raids fell through, but thankfully Khizzara was free and available to help. The details decided; Sunday night, Garrosh would fall.
Khizzara, (who shall from this point forwards be known as the hero), was in a heroic raiding guild. This proved to be invaluable, as she was able to convince her raiding buddies to come along and help. Well geared tanks, heals and dps joined in, and among them a very special warrior.
It turns out that Khizzara knew the one and only Garrosh Hellscream from Warchief Command Board. Yes, that one. The famous one. So, on top of getting to raid with heroic raiders, I got to talk to a celebrity in the WoW blogosphere. It was pretty freaking epic.
Thanks to my valuable lockout, we jumped in right away on Paragons. The Klaxxi fell swiftly, and before long, we were working our way through the Garrosh trash. And then, within a half hour of starting time, we were there. At the doorstep of destiny. On the edge of glory. At the final battle of good and evil.
As well geared as my allies were, we were all out of practice. Some mistakes were made, many silences were missed, and unfortunately many wipes were had. But every time, we picked our selves up, and went back at it. We would bring down Garrosh if it was the last thing we did.
A few hours passed, and it was decided that this would be our last attempt. We hitched up our belts, straightened our weapons, and charged in once again. The battle was epic, the silences perfect, the intermissions flawless, everything went beautifully. On the last attempt of the night,
Garrosh Hellscream, Warchief of the Horde, Final boss of MoP,
(and there was much rejoicing).
And what is the moral of the tale you ask? Perseverance, my friends, perseverance. If you want something, you have to go get it. Everything requires work, otherwise it isn’t worth as much. I spent MONTHS training, gearing, attempting this kill, and it was absolutely worth it. Do I deserve it? Honestly, I’d say yes! I put in the effort, I kept with it, I tried my darnedest, and eventually I got it!
But not without help! I want to give a HUGE HUGE HUGE thanks to these people! Without you, I could have never gotten this! I am eternally grateful to you guys for giving up a night to help me with this! You are the reason why I love this game, and why I continue to play. YOU GUYS ROCK!
Khizzara (who has a blog and you should check it out!)
And all the folks from That Guild! I cannot express in words how thankful I am!! Mists of Pandaria goal achieved!!