Shin
05-08-2005, 03:16 AM
It didn't seem like such a bad idea to begin with. Mulgore is a nice area, and the Tauren capital indeed a worthy target. The "50+" raid group was filled to the brim, and one would be led to assume that if we didn't have the experience, at least we had the numbers. And hey, you don't get to level 50 without learning anything, right?
As with most semi-open raid parties though, a few people hovering just above the 50-limit were doing the talking, telling everyone where to meet up and how to proceed. This was done in all caps, with several repeats of the same message for clarity, and it was an extremely enthusiastic group of adventurers that reached the bottom of the Bluff.
For the first few minutes, things weren't all bad. We swarmed our way upwards totally unopposed, and morale was high. Then it started.
"WHEREZ CAIRNE" someone would inquire.
"LETS KILL CARINE" another agreed.
Some players, perhaps older and more experienced, or perhaps just cowards, tried advice like "don't bother with him, he'll wipe us," but we had been too successful, and now felt that nothing could stop us.
"WE GONNA 2 KILL ONYXIA" came a shout from within the vast army of alliance players.
"WE CUD KILL HER," several others chimed in.
From around this point, the Horde started fighting back. A few familiar FADER faces showed up, and for a couple of minutes the battles weren't all bad. Our numbers were still vastly superior, but the situation seemed to hold some potential. Then minimap blips started appearing, accompanied by cries of "EVRYON HERE FAST". It was the beginning of the end.
I landed around two hits on Cairne Bloodhoof before getting too close to a psychic scream, and subsequently vanished only to see the once-proud Alliance raid party crushed between the advancing Horde defenders and an unstoppable Tauren overlord. When the dust settled, Cairne had around 98% of his health to spare, and a handful of sneaking Alliance survivors were scattered across the Bluff, trying to get away from the stealth-seeing guards.
A minute or two later, as I stood on a cliff outcropping after a run-in with an abovementioned guard and the spitting mage Khaos, pondering whether or not I'd survive dropping all the way to the ground, I got an invitation to a Blackrock Spire raid, and I was in no position to turn it down. The conquest of Thunder Bluff, it seemed, would have to wait for awhile yet.
As with most semi-open raid parties though, a few people hovering just above the 50-limit were doing the talking, telling everyone where to meet up and how to proceed. This was done in all caps, with several repeats of the same message for clarity, and it was an extremely enthusiastic group of adventurers that reached the bottom of the Bluff.
For the first few minutes, things weren't all bad. We swarmed our way upwards totally unopposed, and morale was high. Then it started.
"WHEREZ CAIRNE" someone would inquire.
"LETS KILL CARINE" another agreed.
Some players, perhaps older and more experienced, or perhaps just cowards, tried advice like "don't bother with him, he'll wipe us," but we had been too successful, and now felt that nothing could stop us.
"WE GONNA 2 KILL ONYXIA" came a shout from within the vast army of alliance players.
"WE CUD KILL HER," several others chimed in.
From around this point, the Horde started fighting back. A few familiar FADER faces showed up, and for a couple of minutes the battles weren't all bad. Our numbers were still vastly superior, but the situation seemed to hold some potential. Then minimap blips started appearing, accompanied by cries of "EVRYON HERE FAST". It was the beginning of the end.
I landed around two hits on Cairne Bloodhoof before getting too close to a psychic scream, and subsequently vanished only to see the once-proud Alliance raid party crushed between the advancing Horde defenders and an unstoppable Tauren overlord. When the dust settled, Cairne had around 98% of his health to spare, and a handful of sneaking Alliance survivors were scattered across the Bluff, trying to get away from the stealth-seeing guards.
A minute or two later, as I stood on a cliff outcropping after a run-in with an abovementioned guard and the spitting mage Khaos, pondering whether or not I'd survive dropping all the way to the ground, I got an invitation to a Blackrock Spire raid, and I was in no position to turn it down. The conquest of Thunder Bluff, it seemed, would have to wait for awhile yet.