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aka Leigh and Bloom vs Totems and/or Mind Control.

One thing we’ve found we can count on DPS for, is being more interested in hitting mobs than helping out.

We have experienced many, many instances with totems that should be taken care of by the DPS.  However, it’s far more often that Bloom or myself are the ones attacking them.  Now, while this is ridiculously annoying, it’s not necessarily that dangerous.

…until you get into the realm of mind control totems.

Evil Leighroy takes a swing at Symitar-Dethecus.

Now, if the DPS is the victim of a totem such as this, that’s ok.  I’ll probably be the only one killing the totem, but no one gets too hurt.

However, if I’m the one being mind controlled…people die.

I’m not joking.

I have killed teammates under the influence of these totems.  I believe I may have even caused a wipe once.  And sometimes, we’re only saved by Bloom’s desperate moonfire-spam.  And as you can see by the screenshot, I’ve almost taken care of poor Symitar, too.

(Bloom says: sometimes she even stuns me, to keep me from healing the dps while she slaughters them. She feels neither mercy nor remorse.)

Often, I relish this.  Perhaps given a little fear, a DPS will be more willing to take care of totems.  Also, it’s kind of fun to see how OP I am  :)

Moral: Always kill totems.  ALWAYS.

But for a draenei and a night elf, I’m proud to say, it takes considerably longer.

Our guild name, <Too Pretty To Die>, is more than just a clever Firefly-related tag. As a paladin tank and a druid healer, we can be pretty difficult to kill. We’ve been levelling exclusively in dungeons for 40 levels now, dozens upon dozens of runs through instances of increasing difficulty. In all of that time, to date, I believe we have only wiped three times.

The first was in Scarlet Monastary Cathedral, the first time we were there. We entered the actual Catheral portion and began to fight the Scarlet Crusaders inside. Suddenly, by some alchemy of misfortune, there were four or five arcane-blasting enemy mages among us, AoE-ing the entire group, and by the time I realized we were in serious trouble and I should be abandoning the dps to save myself and Leigh, it was too late, and we were all dead. After that experience, Leigh took to pulling the mobs outside the doors until we had cleared a nice section.

After that we went nearly 20 levels without dying. Sometimes we probably should have, such as when a shadow priest went running around in Zul’Farrak and turned an already-tough pull into an utter clusterfuck, with caster trolls everywhere. The priest laughed about it and told us he was really stoned, so, y’know, that was great. At least he got better after Leigh chewed him out a bit. In another ZF run, during the ziggurat fight, just about every troll at the base came after Leigh at once and very nearly took her down while I was distracted by reapplying buffs, but druids have some pretty powerful instant heals when they need them and we were okay.

In one of our first forays into the deeper parts of Blackrock Depths, Leigh stepped through a doorway and accidentally found herself surrounded by two large groups of dark iron dwarves, probably a dozen of them in total. Her health dropped like a rock. Myself, our shadow priest, and our shaman began spamming heals on Leigh, while she and a hunter attacked the dwarves. I have a very impressive mana pool for my level, and strong mana regen, but I ran out of mana, and so did our impromptu off-healers. Leigh tossed herself a couple heals of her own, I hit her with Regrowth whenever I regenned enough mana for it, and we managed to squeak out alive. I choose to believe that our prettiness is what caused the priest and the shaman to spontaneously off-heal. Or at least Leigh’s prettiness. I’m kind of a tree now.

(A pretty tree.)

Directly after the above fight, Leigh went and pulled another group while I was drinking and had my talent window up, which covered my party frames. By the time I realized we were fighting, Leigh was dead and the mobs were headed for the dps. Rebirth saved, and we still didn’t wipe. I love any excuse to use my battle-rez.

Our second wipe came in Sunken Temple when one of the dps pulled the dragons that spawn in the middle while Leigh was fighting a full group of smaller dragons and I was lagging behind in catching up from the Prophet’s room. We blame the dps.

Our final wipe came just last night in Blackrock Depths, as Leigh, emboldened by our success at pulling entire rooms earlier in the run, tried to take on all of the mobs in the Emperor’s throne room at once, at long last living up to her namesake. We made it halfway through the room before the dwarves dragged us down. Paladins. I tells ya.

We did die a couple other times in BRD, but both times we weren’t in a full group. If I recall, both times we were three-manning the place for one reason or another. An accidental two-group fight (caused when the rogue went way off from us to fight a caster and then my heal on him aggroed a second group) and then the two of us and a hunter seeing how far we could get at level 52 and wiping in the Summoner’s Tomb against the seven dwarves who were four levels above us. It took six of them joining the fight before we went down.

I don’t count either of those as true wipes. That’s fair, right? Right! I’m glad we agree.

I don’t plan on writing every time we die, but I wanted to illustrate that in most cases, we really are too pretty to die.

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