There are very few things in game that I tell myself I will never do. I love challenges and trying new things so I’ve done everything from Herald of the Titans level locked raiding to pet battling to unrated PvP. But I’ve always told myself that I wasn’t going to raid at Mythic difficulty. It was just too hardcore, too time intensive, too unreachable for me. I have the utmost respect for mythic raiders, I just knew that it would never be me. And I was wrong.
There I was, logged onto my holy paladin with two and a half hours to kill. I still needed my Archimonde kill for the week to upgrade my ring and I decided I would pug it. Since I have the AotC for Heroic Archimonde (side note: woot!) and a rather bloated ilvl of 722, I figured I’d give pugging Heroic Archimonde a shot. I signed up for a couple of groups, linking the AotC, legendary ring, and added *jazz hands* at the end of the message.
One of the raid leaders whispered me back ‘lol’ and shortly later I was invited to the group. I zoned on in and right away I noticed that it was primarily a guild group. So either I’d happened into their progression group and this was going to take a number of wipes or I’d lucked into a quick clean up group and this was going to be one shot. I had two hours to kill so I was prepared for either.
What came next was beyond what I could have expected. One of the members posted their guild’s vent information. I was about to ask if vent was required when the raid leader explained that the puggies (i.e. non guildies) only had to join the vent if they planned on continuing on for mythic HFC. Mythic HFC? This group was bound to be good!
As we were setting up to pull, one of the other healers, another holy paladin, whispered me. They told me that they didn’t need any loot and would give any pally loot they got to me. I thanked them and we chatted for a bit about drop rates and whatnot.
Then after a short rundown of the fight and a timer, we pulled. Other than the fact that I was playing my very best to try to impress these mythic raiders, the fight was very run of the mill. We downed first phase, stacked up on the boss, and killed adds, ping ponging all the while. Chains were broken and banish groups went down and came back up again. We got all the way to the last couple percentage points when an ill timed chain break right before the rain of infernals took out several members of the raid, including the tank who was tanking Archimonde. But since the Demon Lord was so low in health anyways, we were able to kite tanking him the last couple of percentage points. A one shot.
While loot was being handed out (I sadly did not get any) I glanced up at the healing meters. I had top healed that fight! Probably because this fight was cake for the other healers and they didn’t need to put 100% effort in, but still! Maybe I was on par with this mythic heals?
Loot was finished and everyone was ordered out. My holy paladin friend from earlier whispered me, asking if I was going to stay for mythic. Excited and just a touch nervous, I told them I would. I then alt tabbed out and fired up vent. It took a while like it always does but I finally joined in and entered the channel.
And it hit me. I was entering a Mythic Raid. Mythic. This was no Heroic, with it’s somewhat forgivable mechanics. This was a whole new level of difficult. And that brings up another point, mechanics. What were the mythic mechanics? What were the strats? Oh no, what had I gotten myself into!?
During the first trash pulls, I frantically whispered several mythic raiders on my battle tag list while google searching the strats for Mythic Assault. With the help of Ambermist, my guildies Syandle and Zanima, and Icy Veins, I put together a pretty solid idea of the fight. Trash was cleared and the raid leader then did a brief but thorough run down of the fight. I was as ready as I would ever be.
The main difference between Mythic Assault and Normal/Heroic Assault seems to be the split. At specific timed intervals during the fight, identical siege weapons would roll down on both sides of the room (as opposed to Heroic and Normal, where there was only one vehicle) and the raid would split to take down these dual menaces. I was assigned left side with another healer and let me tell you, I followed that shaman to the ends of the earth.
The first couple of pulls ended with wipes. I can’t tell you definitively because I was concentrating so hard on healing myself and executing mechanics properly, but it seemed to be that the adds that needed to go down weren’t going down fast enough. All I knew was that I hadn’t messed up a mechanics too badly. Yet.
The raid leader reorganized the split again and we pulled a few more times. One thing that was very different from my other raiding experiences was that as soon as we lost more than 3 people and we were out of battle rezzes, we would purposefully wipe it. Thus we wiped a lot of times but turn around was very fast. We wiped, we popped back up, we buffed and ate and within 3 minutes we had pulled again. It was beautifully efficient.
After about forty five minutes, we finally had our breakthrough pull. Previously, the lowest we had wiped at had been 35%. But this time, we hit 35% and the percentages kept dwindling down. 30%, 25%, 20%, 15%, 10% we were almost there.
Then one of the tanks blew up. Frantically, the healers popped all of our cooldowns. But the delicate balance had been shattered. The left side collapsed and the adds began streaming right. The raid leader bellowed for the last couple ammunitions to be fed to the cannon. As members of the raid dropped one by one, overwhelmed by the sheer number of adds, the percentage of the boss dropped as well.
8%, 6%, we had just a couple mages and shaman up. 4%, 2% it was down to one mage. And right as that mage’s iceblock broke and the adds overwhelmed them, the boss ticked down to 0%. Achievements and loot rolls flashed up. We had done it!
I quickly used my bonus roll and rezzed. A shiny new shield, proudly bearing the word Mythic, plopped into my bag. I glanced at the meters and again found that I had top healed. And then I was barraged by the grats from my guild.
Sitting back for the first time in 50 minutes, I took a deep breath and tried to stop shaking. We had done it. And I had helped. The threshold had been crossed, I was now a mythic raider. Holey moley!
Loot was distributed and we took a quick break. I used this time to again frantically whisper my Mythic raider friends and find a new guide. Reaver it seemed was not very different for healers on Mythic which was reassuring for me. Everything just hit like a truck.
We again began our pulls, but it was not to be. Barrage is an instant kill on Mythic difficulty and unfortunately too many people were getting hit by it. Myself included, I was hit an embarrassing 2 times over the course of 11 pulls. In addition, several members of the raid began to experience terrible latency. We got the boss to the first air phase a few times before the raid leader ultimately called it a night.
After the raid, I whispered the raid leader for a bit, thanking him for the invite. We shared btags and I offered my services should he ever need a healer for anything. I’m not hold out to be re-invited for Mythic HFC again but hey, the door is still open.
Even though we did not get Reaver down, I still consider the night to be a huge success. That raid was the first time I had felt nervous in a raid in a very long time. I had kinda missed that feeling. It was a completely new and satisfyingly challenging experience and I’m so glad I got the chance to partake. And I got a mythic kill and a shield to boot! Woot!
Huge thanks to La Familia on Sargeras for bringing me along! And big thanks to all the people I whispered for fight advice!