Sorry, that title was just a ruse to lure you in. They were actually awful.
Originally, it was supposed to be a run where two of us (both DPSers) with recently-dinged 80s could scrape up some loot. Another guildie, a shadow priest who does fairly hefty DPS, was coming along, which was handy – he’d more than make up for us if we were a little weak. After some shuffling of characters we picked up a tank through the DF and zoned into Pit of Saron.
Tank the first said nothing on arrival, not even a “hello”, sprinted off the moment buffs were done and pulled a selection of giant skellys and drakes. We killed them, eventually, but I got squished by a loose skelly when ice block was on cooldown.
This set a pattern of the tank sprinting off and gathering unhelpful numbers of adds without waiting for looting, or mana breaks, or even the death of the previous adds. And I should be specific about “unhelpful numbers”: generally two or three mobs, so that single-target was the best option, but the tank was eating plenty of damage and keeping our healer unnecessarily busy with very little benefit.
When we got to Ick & Krick, having pulled the vomiting zombiethings in pairs (which made finding a clean spot to stand on no fun) he proceeded to pull the last zombiething and Krick at the same time. And then lose aggro on the zombiething so the healer and two of the DPS (including me) got randomly munched by it. It was then up to our shadowpriest guildie to keep the tank alive, dodge vomitballs and take down the boss. Which he managed. I was fairly impressed.
Next up, after rezzing and healing and re-mana-ing: the hill of doom. Hold up, where’s the tank?
Oh yes. While the rezzing and healing and mana-ing was taking place, he’d charged up the hill, accompanied by one dps. So we’ve got heals and two DPS at the bottom of the hill, tank+1dps at the top, and 10 mobs in between, including four of those irritating cc-one-and-burn-the-other flame/coldwraiths. Needless to say, we wiped hard after he charged down the hill. Then he dropped the group.
Back in the queue we went. We occupied the short wait by examining our previous tank’s behaviour and carefully considering the actions he should have taken, and how best one might communicate such information politely and helpfully. Or possibly spent five minutes calling him a prick, I can’t remember. Anyway, we soon found a new tank. See the conversation below -– the marking suggestion is from our retadin guildie.
Wonderful, isn’t it. Perhaps marking is overkill for HCs. I like it, but perhaps I’m just a noob. I do think that, if someone *asks* for marks, it’s probably helpful to apply them even if you don’t think it’s necessary.
Anyway, whilst he could have used another couple of ice ages at charm school, he was at least a capable tank. We made it to Tyrannus without incident, managed not to bug the instance and proved to Tyrannus that if you’re the proud owner of a skeletal flying dragon, it makes no sense to jump off to start a fight. Finally, our shadowpriest was able to pick up the Engraved Gargoyle Femur, and I was able to congratulate him (although I may have hurt my fingers whilst typing).