More pug tank facts in World of Warcraft

[Dungeon Guide] (name withheld) tankign in dps its faster.  (kept original spelling)

Really? In a heroic pug with a healer you don’t know.  Your going to tank in dps gear?  What a brave tank you are declaring that at the beginning of the dungeon and you wonder why you are booted.



Squishy Tank

I Entered a  heroic on my Enhance Shaman and the group started off friendly enough and the Paladin tank pulls. Seem to be going ok and the pally has trouble holding threat so I tone down the dps a bit to help out. As we enter combat on our first boss I pull threat a bit  and notice the healer is having trouble keeping the tank alive.  I throw Healing rain down every maelstrom to help out and it keeps my threat down a bit sometimes. We manage to down Rom’ogg  Bonecrusher and before our priest healer can drink the Tank goes running off down the hall and pulls.  So we wait and let the Paladin tank die and of course he gets angry. Tried to explain that you can’t heal without mana and he apologized and we continued on to Corla.

We take our positions as the tank pulls and through Vuhdoo I see that the tank is taking a lot of damage. How is that possible I think he is a Paladin and shouldn’t be taking that much damage. He dies at 35% since the priest has no mana  I drop Healing rain, every maelstrom and some  heals on the rogue and  just blowing what cool downs I have left.  The rogue and I almost down Corla and I decide to check the Paladin tanks gear. I started laughing,  over half his gear is dps and with a sword and shield you wouldn’t really think about checking.  I told the Paladin tank and he said Yeah i know I just started tanking and running heroics to get gear.  Seriously?  Almost no tanking gear what so ever.  Well we tried Corla again and unfortunately He died again and had to replace him.

If Pirates had Wings Saga Part 3

Must make his own mugs she thought running her fingers over it.  The grooves were uneven along the side like a madman at the pottery wheel she mused. Mally glanced about the table and saw how disheveled the others looked, before the realization of the last two days started to settle in.  Mally noticed that Kreaven was watching the patrons and barkeep going about his business.  His dark gray hood was pulled back a little showing bits of  dark brown hair sticking out. He was unshaven and had a scruffy dark beard over a sharp jutted chin.  She didn’t like Kreaven’s brown eyes they were small and close together with a big hawk nose protruding out. Makes him look shady she thought.

“what you staring at girl?” sneered Kreaven.

“Nothin.”  whsipered Mally quickly averting her eyes.

Her face felt hot trying to avert his stare. I really dislike him and can’t wait to find the captain and ship she thought to herself.  Anything to get away from here but first we have to find out where here is. Biting her lip Mally scanned the bar quickly and found the barkeep standing alone at the tap filling mugs of ale.

“Going to freshen up.” Mally slid out of the booth and headed to the barkeep.

“Excuse me.” Mally said standing at the barkeeps side.

“What can I do for ye miss?” He answered pulling the tap and filling a mug.

“Is there a bathroom or a place to freshen up?” Mally asked quietly.

The barkeep chuckled shaking his head. “The head is out back.”

Mally sighed and nodded thanks.

The barkeep paused and feeling sorry for the girl. “wait here missy let me deliver this and see what I can do for ye.”

“thank you.” Mally smiled.

The barkeep nodded his chubby head and walked to the tables delivering more ale to the thirsty customers. He returned wiping his plump hands in his white apron stained from many years of use.

“Now lets see what I can do for ye missy.” The barkeep motioned Mally to follow him.

Mally followed him through wide swinging doors that creaked a little as they swung back and forth.  A waft of stale bread and mustiness met her nose. the backroom was a mix of a small kitchen and living space. This must be where he lives Mally thought.

“Not much but you can use the pot there to clean up.” Smiled the barkeep pointing to a gray bucket.

“Thank you very much.” Said Mally grateful.

Mally walked to the pot it was made of iron she noticed and very old. But the water was clean and tasted nice as she drank some and then splashed some on her face.

Rain watched the barkeep return from backroom. I”ll give her a few minutes he thought before I make sure she is ok. Nothing would make Kreaven happier than to have her disappear. Can’t have that he smiled to himself.


Light so bright it will bring a tear to your eye.

Trees so green you would think the crayon drew them in.

A master of few and a tradesman of many.

Circles in grass to taunt the minds of brilliance.

Oceans of  sand to weary clouds upon the horizon.

Shadows cling to the corners so subtle.

Windows claim to be openings to the soul.

Fight or flight is always a response.

The end is always near.

If Pirates had Wings Saga part 2

“We need to find a ship that needs four crew members.” Said Rain.

“That will be easier said than done.” replied Kreaven.

“Got to start somewhere,” Gren butted in.” Need money for food, supplies and travel.”

“I Know.” Said Kreaven flustered. “If you didn’t notice when we came onto the wharf there weren’t any ships larger than fishing vessels.”

Mally wrinkled her nose. “We aren’t fishing are we?”

“If that is all that is available for now.” Commented Rain. “We had better take it.”

Gren nodded in agreement. “Not to keen on fishing but better than nothing.”

“Hang on mates.” Kreaven scowled. ” I am still in charge here till we find our captain and ship.”

“Thought you said our captain be dead and ship lost.” Rain stared at Kreaven intently.

“I said it is possible mate.” Kreaven responded as he set his mug down. ” Be nice to recover the ship by any means.”

“Hmmph.” Growled Rain. “Our captain isn’t even confirmed dead and you already have your eyes on the ship Misery.”

“But if we find the ship. ” interrupted Mally nervously. ” The captain and others could be there, right?”

“Possible.” Said Gren.

Mally looked at her mug, it was almost empty. “We gotta find out where we are first.”

“really?” Kreaven sarcastically replied.

“No need to be rude, the girl is just speaking what is on all our minds.” Snarled Rain.

“Rain, no offence mate but Mally is going to slow us down.” Said Kreaven bluntly looking Rain in the eye.

Mally’s heart skipped a beat when she heard Kreaven mention leaving her behind.

“You”‘ Started Mally.

Rain held up his Hand to Mally to stop her from speaking. “We are not leaving the girl behind.”

“Wouldn’t be right she is part of the crew.” Said Gren.

“I never understood making women part of the crew on a ship. “Complained Kreaven. ” Ain’t right.”

“Our Capt n’ is a woman in case it slipped your mind.” Rain reminded Kreaven.

“If you didn’t notice it didn’t last for very long.” Kreaven replied smugly tilting his mug to his lips.

Rain Looked intently upon Kreaven.” Yes I did notice, I had better not find out if you had anything to do with the attack.”

“Or what?” Kreaven set the mug down. ” If you do anything against me it will be mutiny.”

Rain leaned back into the booth his eyes locked on Kreaven. “We are not leaving the girl behind.”

“Fine.” Kreaven sighed unhappily. ” She is your responsibility then.”

Rain lifted the half empty mug to his lips and leaned back into the booth.

Mally stared into her empty mug noticing the grooves and imperfections of the workmanship.

If Pirates had Wings Saga

Waves slapped against the dock rocking the boats Moored here. The worn slats illuminated by the light escaped the shutters of an old pub. A Heavy Black Iron door with a Red Mermaid adorning it creaked as it was pushed open.  Sweat and cheap booze greeted the weary travelers as they entered its threshold.  A Short Old Man with a round face and belly to match greeted them, wiping his plump hands on a dingy white apron.

“Welcome travelers to the Mermaids tale,” Motioning them to a booth in the corner. “What will be your pleasure?”

“Just bring us ale.” Said the first traveler.

The barkeep left and returned with four mugs of warm ale and left the table counting his money.

“That should buy us some time.” Said the first traveler lifting the mug to his lips.

“Admit it we are lost Kreaven.” Said Mally quietly.

” We are not lost just merely taking a side trip.” Said Kreaven sipping more ale.

“Some sidetrip,” laughed Gren. “How about letting us in on the plan.”

” Good idea Gren.” Agreed Mally. ” Do let us in on this plan of yours.”

“All in good time Mates.” Said Kreaven.”

” You don’t have one.” Grumbled Rain. ” We are lost and our captain is missing.”

Kreaven stared into his mug. “Our captain is most likely dead along with most of the crew.”

“You take that back!” Yelled Mally.

The bar quieted and eyes set upon the booth.

“Keep your voice down girl.” Growled Rain. “We do not need any more attention.

Blushing, Mally sat down and lifted up her mug and tried to pretend to be nonchalant as she sipped from it. The Patrons soon returned to their business and the barkeep was bustling around taking orders and serving drinks.


I Heard whispering among the trees

Far beyond the glassy peaks a timid voice

Brushing past my ear the echoes of no return,

Aside the oceans shore I heard the whisper become a roar

In caves a high pitched scream the whisper escalating,

Brushing past my cheek as forlorn and forgotten

How many times this voice resounded and traveled through mountain passes.

It’s might voice echoing across the stars, or as a whisper flowing gently amongst blades of grass.

It’s parched song billowing with the grains of sand and entwining in the branches of pussy willows.

As a melancholy cry whispering in the weeping willows

to a strong and sturdy cry as it rampages across the mighty plains.

A soft and gentle voice to tiger lilies and buttercups

bringing gossip and songs from far off lands.

How often have we heard the gentle nudge of it’s breath or a full

blown torrid of it’s wrath.

The birds aloft in its ever presence dashing and swooping in the sky.

The precarious depths of the ocean can feel its reach, along the tides and the sun swept beaches it is forever calling.

Brushing it’s voice across the midnight sky and dances with the streams of moonlight.

Many times the whispering has breathed in my ear in passing,

has left a song as it dances along its path.

If ever we are to listen first look to the trees where the whispering begins its  journey.

Healing in Voa

In Voa healing with my Priest and we wipe the second time on the fire boss. The tanks are a bit squishy so we tell them to kite the boss around the room in a circle to get out of the fire.

We begin again and when the fire lands on the ground the tanks start running around the boss in a circle killing the raid with the fire spit. ^.^ silly tanks


Valania Looked around the rustic small inn, it was filled with patrons and abuzz with noise. seeing a spot open by the fireplace she made her way through the tables.  Her Mouth watered as she caught the aroma of Mutton stew being cooked in the kitchen.  Valania Sat by the warm fireplace its once red bricks aged with age and constant use.  Lifting her hood back she scanned the room and spotted an elf sitting at a table close to her. His black hair was tied back and he had bright green eyes which seemed to be locked upon her. Blushing she looked away and spied the barmaid taking an order at a table by the kitchen.

“ Nows my chance,” thought Valenia. “I’ll Have to be quick about it.”

taking out her small lyre she strummed a few notes on it’s worn strings.

“I have a story to share.” She announced.

Some patrons glanced up and a few resumed eating. Valania smiled and continued.

“In a lush green valley that was vast and untouched by man lived a ….”

“this is BORING!” Yelled the elf cutting her off.

Valenia turned and glared at him. The elf smirked and resumed eating.

“I just started this tale!” Defended Velania, “How can it be boring?”

The young elf looked up from his meal and smiled at her.

“It sounds like another one of those sickening, warm fuzzy stories.”

“I see his point.” Commented one of the patrons.

“I can’t believe I am hearing this.” Valenia clenched her fists and stood up.

The elf nodded in agreement with the Patron and he grinned seemingly

encouraged by the elf. The man advanced toward Valania and she drew her sword.

“whoa!” the patron startled. “I don’t want a fight.”

“You just got yourself one mister.” threatened the elf.

“Hey what is this?” Asked the Innkeeper.

Valania Slipped behind the chubby innkeeper and set her blade against his throat.

“Now everyone will empty their valuables into the elf’s bag,” Ordered Valania. “ Or you

will be cleaning up the Innkeeper off the floor and anyone else who gets in the way.

“Please do as they say!” Begged the old Innkeeper.

The customers mumbled and started putting things in the bag.  Valania motioned to the elf and

they started for the door dragging the innkeeper with them.

She pushed the old man to the ground “Stay there!” Valania commanded.

The patrons crouched down as the two ran out the door.

“Get on your horse.” Urged the elf

Valania takes the reigns, mounts her steed and followed behind.

“Well Darian, you sure know how to ruin a good story.”

“come now Valania, you don’t think I really feel that way?”

“Sometimes I wonder.” She smirked.

“That was to easy.” Laughed Trey.

Darian smiled. “At least you get to stay with the horses.”

“Someone had to make sure of our getaway.” Trey grinned.

“Let’s get a good distance from the inn before they catch up with us.” Advised Valania.

“Good Idea.” Agreed Darian.

“don’t worry,” said Trey. “I let go of all the horses so they can’t catch us now.”

“Let’s not be to overconfident.” Warned Valania.

“such the serious one.” Winked Darian at his sister.

Valania scowled at him and galloped ahead. The sun was warm and a slight breeze played in

the trees. The road they traveled on was lightly used and the brush crowded the edges. The eerie sound

of silence surrounded them.

“We should slow down now that we have a good distance on us ,” advised Valania. “As not to tire the horses.”

“Agreed.” replied Darian.

The three slowed their horses to a walk and started taking in the area about them. The only sound

that could be heard was the horses’ hooves upon the hard ground.

“ I still can’t get over how easy that was.” Said Valania a little worried. She tossed her golden

hair back out of her face.

“Your just being Paranoid.” Teased Trey.

“who knows they could have military at their ready.” Darian Taunted her.

“That is not funny.” Scowls Valania.

“Settle down was just teasing sis.” Smiled Darian.

“I still….” Valania started.

“What was that noise?” Trey asked turning back to face his friends.

“What noise?” Asked Darian

“I didn’t hear anything.” Valania said scanning the brush and dense trees about her.

The sun was lower in the sky and the orange and purple hues in the horizon made the forest feel less inviting. Quiet they sat still upon their horses listening, all that could be heard was the wind that gently tossed the trees back and forth.

“I swear I heard something in the trees.” Said Trey

“your just hearing things.” Said Darian. “We should get moving and find a place to camp before dark.”

“It is odd that there are no birds singing or anything.” Commented Valania.

“They heard us and are hiding.” Comforted Darian.

“If you say so.” Valania pulled her Woolen cloak closer to her and followed behind.

Trey Shrugged, “When we going to eat?”

“Not for a while we need to find a safe spot to camp.” Answered Darian.

“That is way to long.” Groaned Trey.

Valania laughed and reached into her pack. “Her Trey.” Pulled out a grain biscuit and tossed it to him.

“Now no more complaining.” She teased.

“Thank you.” Trey muffled through a mouthful of the biscuit.


Trey froze and looked about him. “What was that?” He asked. “And don’t tell me you didn’t

Hear that.”

“I don’t know.” Answered Darian as he dismounted his horse. He flipped the reigns over the Brown mare’s head and started looking about.

“It sounded like a really big bird.” Valania whispered.

Darian looked up at his sister, “Birds don’t make that sound.”

“Are you sure?” Inquired Trey.

A loud Crashing noise was heard in the trees and the horses screamed and frantically tried to get away. Valania was tossed to the ground

and her horse fled.

Darian Rushed over to help her up. “You alright Sis?”

“Yeah I’m fine.” Brushed the dirt off. “the horses were scared off.”

“We’ll find them later.” Said Trey. “First we have to find what spooked them.”

“I’ll scout up ahead” Trey hurried off and disappeared around the corner of the road.

“Let’s look around here and see what scared the horses.” Charged Darian.

Nodding Valania initiated her search along the road. The brush and trees were dense and made

it difficult to see through them. She began to wonder if the creature responsible hadn’t already

scurried off into the darkness of the forest.

“Valania.” Whispered Darian. “Did you see that?”

“See what?” she asked.

“That red glow.”

“No I didn’t.”

“I’m going to check on Trey.” Motioned Darian, “You stay here.”

Valania nodded. “You be careful.”

Darian smiled and disappeared up the road. He could see Trey Standing still up ahead, drawing

his sword he crept up to him. Darian caught a glimpse of gold out of the corner of his eye.

Valania Watched for signs of her brother and friend. “They have been gone to long.”

A red glow lit above the treetops and her heart started racing. She gripped her sword by the hilt and drew it from the worn scabbard.

“Better go find out what is happening.” She whispered to herself.

She took a deep breath and ventured up the road. Valania rounded the corner and could see Darian standing up ahead.

“Darian!” She shouted.

No answer came. Valania walked a little closer to him.


The silence was unerving. her heart pounded against her chest as she approached him.

“Why is he covered in ash?? She thought to herself.

“Darian, what’s wrong?” She reached out to touch him. “Where is Trey?”

Grabbing his shoulder fear seized her as he fell apart the breeze caught them up and they

swirled about her. Valania Backed up and her gaze moved upon a large golden eye fixed upon her. Valania could feel her scream in her throat but no sound escaped. She felt hot tears

upon her cheek . The golden scales glittered in the setting sun and she could hear  it’s lungs sucking in air.

“Please.” she begged.

Valania felt the warmth for an instant. The wind whirled about her ashen statue as it crumbled

and was picked up into it. Forever to dance in the wind.

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