Archive for November, 2009

Lodur V. Healbot

A lot of people caught my tweet about gkicking someone for using healbot. I think it warrants a bit of an explanation.

There’s an ongoing joke in the guild about my “Hatred” of healbot. We had a healer back in BC who used it exclusively. When healbot and decursive broke he couldn’t heal. When I mean couldn’t heal, I mean literally could not heal. Usually this person would top the healing charts and be the one that saved the day, without the mod they just completely and utterly failed. On a personal level I just couldn’t imagine being that dependant on a mod. I was utterly floored. A week later, decursive broke on a day we were doing Archimonde attempts, again there were more people absolutely dependant on a mod in order to allow them to perform a function on their characters. The raid failed and we made zero progress because people couldn’t get their game together without this mod functioning.

This lead to Lodur writing a rather lengthy post on the guild forums about addon dependancy. Personally I feel that if you get to a point where you can’t play a game without an addon, there’s a problem. After my post a bunch of people began to make fun of my “hatred of healbot” and it became a really big joke where guildies would make comments like “oh don’t mention healbot, joe will flip out on you!”

Last night one of our newbies and my applicant was on his paladin and a mutual friend of ours who I’ve been gaming with and in quild with for almost three years. He gets our newbie to exalt the virtue of Healbot. Me being the goofball I am at 3 am go on a “rant” to which the newbie responds with jibes right back at me. I like this kid a lot, he’s good people we joke around a lot. I hung out with him at blizzcon and talked a bunch. Good people. So he eventually makes the height joke. I’m a short guy, I’ll admit that. He’s about a clear foot taller then I am, so it’s very comical for me to stand near him. He says “ok hate it all you want I’m still taller then you are!”, it then breaks down into how much of an ass I am etc etc. Normal guy friend stuff (at least for me). So me being me my finger slips on the gkick button. our mutual friend then falls over laughing. I proceeded to send him tells telling him he’s not allowed in until he learns to heal without healbot, and when he thinks I’m 100% serious I invite him back. We all have a BIG laugh about it and the general “I hate you, you’re such an asshole”  exchange between friends goes on before we call it a night.
So the bottom line is I DO NOT have a problem with the mod as a whole. It’s just a running joke among the guild that variously escalates. Hope that sheds some light on it. It wasn’t real I didn’t ACTUALLY kick him for using healbot.  I kicked him because it was funny =D the people on got a kick out of it.

Northern Bound

Continued from Bumps in the Night

Lodur sat at the bow of the Northspear, his cloak pulled tight against his sides and hood pulled close. The trip from Darkshore to the Wetlands took no time at all, there were no incidents this time like the trip to Darkshore. The Druids of Auberdine declined Lodur’s request to speak with the spirit of the well citing that they feared any diminishing of the spirits attention from keeping the newly sighted blight at bay. Lodur graciously accepted their decision, and let it be at that.

Their time in Menethil harbor was short, Yeva had dropped off her satchel of spoils with a local guard and aspiring magus and kept a very modest amount for herself.

“Ah never be takin’ more than Ah need to be gettin by. Twouldn’t be fair with all the people cold and hungry out there. They be need’n it more than Ah do” she said when she saw Lodur look at her sceptically. They ate a small meal and drank ale at the inn while waiting for the Northspear to arrive. It was about this time Lodur realized how much he honestly missed company.

Yeva talked a great deal about… well everything. She asked questions about Lodur’s people and a lot about Shamanism. Seems it was the first time she had encountered one long enough to discuss things with. Lodur happily regaled the stories of his people and their adoption of Shamanism. Lodur in turn asked about the Dwarves. Yeva was all too happy to oblige. She told him the tales of a race hewn from stone, children of the earth or “groundlings” she refered to her people. She stopped after the war of the three beards. Something about that time weighed on her, Lodur could see it in her eyes. She didn’t dwell on it long enough for him to press the issue so he let it go for the time being.

When the Northspear pulled into dock to resupply Yeva was out the door of the inn like a shot from a cannon. Lodur paid for the meals and ale and walked out after her slowly. As he approached the giant steam vessel’s dock he saw Yeva leap off of a pile of crates and on top of another Dwarf. The pair wrestled around on the dock for a few minutes with Yeva winding up on top, and the other eating his beard.

“SLAGG!” Yeva shrieked “Ah told you yeh sorry sack o’Dwarf meat that ye’d never be getting the best of yer older cousin!” she gave the Dwarf locked below her a hearty punch in the shoulder.

“AH YEILD! AH YEILD!” the man tried to yell through the whiskers he almost swallowed.

Yeva sprang off of Slagg and then offered him a hand. When he was on his feet the two embraced in a bear hug that only Dwarves could give one another. Lodur smiled at the sight. With so much evil and wrong in the world, genuine affection and happiness was in short supply. Yeva broke away from her cousin.

“Been a dogs age since ah be seein’ ya. Heard yeh be tendin’ hands on the Northspear here.”

“Aye cousin, but not fer long. This be me last trip up north. Ah’ve joined up to be part of The Skybreaker’s crew. They be needin skilled mechanics, and me two hands be itching for something new”

Yeva’s shoulders slinked downwards and her posture deflated some. She looked fiercely into Slagg’s eyes.

“Ye promised ye’d never do somethin’ so stupid. Ye promised yer mother, Tyr Modan rest her soul, tha’ ye wouldna put yerself inna harms way more than ye needed.”

Slagg shied away from her penetrating stare

“Ah know, but they promised it ‘ill be only a scoutin’ run, tha we be seeing no combat..”

“BUT IT BE A SCOUTIN RUN ROUND THE DEMON’S SEAT!” Yeva cut Slagg off, her grip on his shoulder tightening, creasing his leathers.

Lodur walked up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder lightly. He could feel her shaking. Whether is was rage or pain he didn’t know, he didn’t dare ask. She would tell him when the time was right. Yeva let go of Slagg’s shoulder and choked down the beginnings of tears.

“Well…enough o’ tha’ then. Me friend and Ah be needin’ passage to the Fjord. Ye’ll get us on the boat this run.” It wasn’t a question or a demand, but a simple statement. Slagg still avoiding her eyes nodded and turned back towards the ship, hustling to leave the scene. Yeva squeezed Lodur’s hand and then shrugged it off. They walked towards the boat in silence. Yeva’s normal demeanor returned by the time they reached the gangplank and they could see her cousin wave them on board. They walked up the ramp and Yeva immediately disappeared below deck. Lodur thanked the captain and Slagg and made his way to the bow of the boat. This was his destiny and he would watch it come head on.

The trip to the North was longer than Lodur had imagined. He sat in his place unmoving under the night’s starry sky. He was meditating when he felt a presence lower itself next to him on the bow. He opened his eyes and saw Yeva plopped down in a thick fur coat and woolen boots. She looked up at the sky and sighed.

“Ah’m a bit of an outcas’ among Dwaves ye know. Me blood is mixed, an there be some who be thinkin’ it enough to keep me on the outskirts.” She sighed again and propped herself up. Looking around making sure there was no prying ears. “Me mother was a WildHammer and me Father was a DarkIron. Back when all were united under the high king Modimus Anvilmar, they fell in love. The king died and then came the war of the clans, kinsmen set against kinsmen. Me father was killed trying to wrestle me mother to safety, the clan Wildhammer thinkin he ha’ turned to kill ‘is wife. Me mother dinna know I was in her belly. When I was born the High Thane of Clan Wildhammer kept me father’s blood secret from the rest to keep the peace. Until one o’ ‘is court found out and demanded me blood. Me mother stole me away be’for they could do annathin’ to harm me. The Thane helped her Ah’m told. She made it to Iron Forge be’for she fell ill. The Bronzebeards ever intent on Uniting the clans again welcomed us. They didn’t tell annaone wherein we came from. But made sure we were cared fer. When me mother passed, a family took me in. Slagg’s mum and father. ‘is father died when the first horde came. Grief crippl’d ‘is mum. Be’for she passed she made Slagg promise ta be stayin’ outta the front lines. He swore, the lil’ bastard swore to her he wouldna. An’ now he is. I guess I should’na be upset, Ah know he be wantin’ to help more. Ah just pray to the shapers he be as lucky as he is hairy. At leas’ then Ah be knowin’ he’ll be alright.”

Yeva chuckled weakly at her attempt at a joke.

“Ah don’ have friends, and he’s the closest Ah gots to family. Jus’ dinna want him to be dead… or worse…” She sighed heavily ” I dunno know even why Ah’m tellin’ yeh all this. ”

Lodur reached into one of his pouches and pulled out a small piece of paper folded neatly, two tin cups and a water skin. Yeva watched as he poured some water into each cup and then carefully unfolded the paper, revealing an amount of Swiftthistle. He placed a small amount of leaves in each cup of water and folded the paper back up. After replacing the water skin and the packet of leaves he handed Yeva one of the cups.

“Cold tea Ah dinna think will stave the chill here”

Lodur smiled “Trust me” he said evenly.

He reached to his side and pulled one of the totem markers out, Placing it on the deck of the ship he willed it to life, up sprang a totem of fire. It’s warm ruddy glow casting a pale orange and red light over the pair. He smiled and placed his tin cup between two of the prongs at the top, motioning for Yeva to do the same.

“I understand Swiftthistle is used to recover ones energy quickly, and increase aggression slightly. That is of course in its concentrated form. When used lightly it has a calming effect. Helps keep ones body moving at a singular pace. Head, Heart and Soul can be brought to reign with just the right amount. ”

He looked over the tin cups and then back up to Yeva

“I’ve been told Shaman give a sense of confidence to those near them. Similar to how being near a warrior of the light brings you comfort and makes you feel safe. People tend to naturally feel more bold around us and they tend to be more open about things they normally wouldn’t be. Don’t worry I won’t repeat anything of what you’ve said. It is between us and the elements.”

He picked up both cups and then called back the totem to his side. He handed one cup to Yeva and took a sip from his.

“I have seen many things. Families torn asunder, loves lost, unimaginable horrors wrenched from the Twisting Nether. I never really got to know my parents either. My family was destroyed when the orcs marched on Shattrath City. My father, or so I’m told, was a Warrior of great virtue. My mother the kind of hero that fought with bow and beast. They died defending their people, while they died what many would be considered a hero’s death, I pity every day that I did not get to grow up under their tutelage. When I was old enough, I sought out Nobundo. I knew the Shaman could speak with the spirits since past this world, something my people have been doing in honest for a long time. He said he saw a spark in me, a connection to the primal spirits of life itself. He said he saw the same spark in my mother. He asked me if I wished to study the ways of the Shaman as one of his pupils. I accepted and from then on I was forever destined to walk this road. I can feel my parents looking down on me, I can feel the love they have even now. The hope they have for me. I can feel them even now, and I can assure you Yeva that your ancestors, that your mother and father watch over you as well.”

He sipped his tea feeling it warm his throat on the way down.

“You should rest now. You’ve had an eventful day, and tomorrows light brings us to the Fjord. Grand adventure awaits us!”

Yeva smiled honestly and downed the rest of her tea.

“Ye know, fer an overgrown goat yer ok”

She laughed a little and handed Lodur the tin cup. Back below decks she went, Lodur turned back to watching the rolling seas. Tomorrow he would step foot in Northrend. Tomorrow would bring him one step closer to destiny. There was a certain comfort in that.

A lot of people keep pinging me for this and Matt already posted one at www.worldofmatticus.com and I still feel a little odd about posting some things up there like this when I have this perfectly good blog to dust off once in a while.

So here it is!

What is the name, class, and spec of your primary healer?
Lodur, Restoration Shaman

What is your primary group healing environment? (i.e. raids, pvp, 5 mans)
25 man PvE raiding

What is your favorite healing spell for your class and why?
Everyone is expecting me to say Chain Heal I know it, but I’m going with Tidal Force. it gives you that extra little OOMPH when you need it on both your Healing Wave spells and your Chain Heal

What healing spell do you use least for your class and why?

Honestly there isn’t a single one I don’t use! but of all the tricks I have I do use Healing Wave the least.

 

What do you feel is the biggest strength of your healing class and why?
We’re versatile.We can easily roll between Single Target and Raid healing at the drop of a hat.

What do you feel is the biggest weakness of your healing class and why?
People have this perception that Shaman are broken and can’t keep up with the other classes on both Single target and Raid healing. This perception makes it hard to show some people how amazing we are as healers.

In a 25 man raiding environment, what do you feel, in general, is the best healing assignment for you?
Raid Healing. The amount of Heal Per Second and Heal Per Mana a Shaman can put out while rolling heals on a raid is sometimes pretty ludicrous.

What healing class do you enjoy healing with most and why?
I love them all but if I had to pick one it would be Druids. I’ve two healed a 10 man with a druid and the two classes just compliment each other so well with their versatility.

What healing class do you enjoy healing with least and why?
Priests that do nothing but spam Circle of Healing >.> this is an old wound but every now and then I’ll get into a pug that has one that does it. No clue why it bothers me so but that’s it

What is your worst habit as a healer?

My worst habit as a healer is watching the mana bars of the other healers in the raid with me >.>

What is your biggest pet peeve in a group environment while healing?
DPS that won’t do anything to help keep themselves from dying. Standing in fire, eating cleaves, not using lock stones or potions, standing in fire, not casting FD or Vanish when threat is high, oh… and standing in fire.

Do you feel that your class/spec is well balanced with other healers for PvE healing?
Shaman are very well balanced when paired against all the other healers. We may not have as many healing spells as say a priest, but we do damn fine with the ones we’ve got.

What tools do you use to evaluate your own performance as a healer?

World of Logs. After a raid I’ll upload my combat log and go over the percentage of spells cast and make sure I’m using the right ones based on mana consumption. I’m not a meter healer, I just like making sure I’m doing the best I can with my HPS and HPM

What do you think is the biggest misconception people have about your healing class?
That shaman can’t heal heroics >.> no, seriously. Go HERE and read about my experience with this lol

What do you feel is the most difficult thing for new healers of your class to learn?
Finding a balance between spellpower and MP5 and then learning their healing rhythm. It’s a lot harder than it sounds when you’ve never healed as a shaman before.

If someone were to try to evaluate your performance as a healer via recount, what sort of patterns would they see (i.e. lots of overhealing, low healing output, etc)?
Honestly there is no pattern. My recount / WoL / Stats for a raid change based on raid composition as well as what roles I fill in during the raid. Some nights I top the Overheal, others I’m no where near the top.

Haste or Crit and why?
Haste, I’m a haste junkie as I love having my chain heal below a 2 second cast time!

What healing class do you feel you understand least?
Holy Paladin. Never played as one and haven’t spent enough time around them to know them inside and out.

What add-ons or macros do you use, if any, to aid you in healing?
only one I use that could be considered healing related is grid and thats just because blizzards default raid frames blow. other than that nothing.

Do you strive primarily for balance between your healing stats, or do you stack some much higher than others, and why?
I’m not a min maxer. I like having all my stats balanced so that I can bounce between everything I need to in a raid.