tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634943682265586439.post4796291123870142947..comments2023-09-25T06:06:14.658-07:00Comments on The Rambling Bear: Ring Ring Ring . . . Bananashoulders!SuraBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16032638801256115996noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634943682265586439.post-3508326075616144622008-02-01T03:13:00.000-08:002008-02-01T03:13:00.000-08:00Hehe, Sab and I ran a heroic Sethekk tonight (Grat...Hehe, Sab and I ran a heroic Sethekk tonight (Grats again on your epic flight form!), and the group reminded me of just why I admire your healing. You have this uncanny knack for surviving the unsurvivable.<BR/><BR/>For the record, we were three druids (Sab, myself, and another resto druid who respecced feral for the run), a warlock (who never used his succubus, nor was he ever asked to), and a fury warrior. Zero crowd control, and plenty of aggro-happy DPSers to keep me distracted from the crucial business of keeping our feathery friends off of the barkbutt in the back. Remember my post about enjoying chaotic runs? Well, this one went even past what *I* enjoy.<BR/><BR/>Sure, you had (more than) your fair share of deaths, but one moment that stands out in my mind from tonight was when we pulled the third group in Anzu's room, and the prophet feared us both. I went running toward trinket boy's room, and you went the exact opposite way toward where we had been. . . with a freshly-aggroed Talon Lord (Or whatever the paladin birds are called) on your tail . . . er, roots.<BR/><BR/>That fear seemed to last forever, and I was sure you'd be dead by the time I got to you. But I ran toward you nonetheless, and what seemed like 10 minutes later, I found you, still alive, playing with the mob in a corner. I have NO idea how you stayed vertical, but I admire the fact that you did.SuraBearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16032638801256115996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634943682265586439.post-41931114154887664392008-02-01T01:54:00.000-08:002008-02-01T01:54:00.000-08:00One of the reasons I went healer is because I got ...One of the reasons I went healer is because I got tired of dying on Sabarrh for lack of healage while running solo. That, and it was infinitely more useful to a group to have a healer (I remember full well Saliel saying 'We need healers, damnit...' and you saying, 'Just get 35 more levels in 24 hours and you can go.' And I was determined to stay resto no matter what while leveling -- it got me where I am today.<BR/><BR/>Did I miss out on leveling feral? Sure. But on the other hand, healing makes me fuzzy when people realize that they didn't die (again) and it's me in the support seat, versus tanking, where I'm always worried that someone's pulled aggro off of me and they're getting munched because I failed. <BR/><BR/>Two different dimensions, really; you fail as a healer when your heals don't keep someone up, but it gets easier the higher your +heal goes; you only fail as a tank when the mobs smoosh you faster than the healer can keep you up. Everything else is from the DPS being naughty. :)<BR/><BR/>-SabtreeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com