Last night was another good night in the icecream shop.
It would be fair to say we powered through the earlier bosses — one-shot kills for everyone from Saurfang (where we started) up to Sindragosa. And, with the possible exception of the Blood Princes (where I definitely managed to amble into a few vortexes like a total idiot) we generally seemed on top of things throughout.
Sindy, of course, is not quite such a generous soul, and so it took an extravagant four attempts to pacify her. Four! All of this clearing meant that, for the first time, we were able to say to ol’ Lichy. This made us quite excited!
So, we had a couple of “seasoning” prods at him. By “seasoning” I mean that although most people had casually read a strategy at some point, none of us had done so recently as we weren’t expecting to have a serious go. So, we did lots wrong. We tanked him in the middle of the circular area. We dpsed the big scary things. We didn’t move the disease-y thing onto said big scary things(?). We had piles of ghouls everywhere. Somehow, we still hit the first phase transition in pretty good shape. Of course, we all failed to move to the edge and got instagibbed by remorseless winter. You live and learn (and maybe read up on the strat for next time).
Because all life is balance, there couldn’t be so much good without a little bad. We had two kinds of bad.
Bad number one was that we downed eight bosses, and probably got 5 pieces of useful loot. Tons of mail dropped, most of it +int, +ap. Even with not-one-but-two shamules (wth is the plural of “shaman”?) in the raid, none of it was useful. Personally, I snagged a new ring and a cloth belt no-one wanted to replace the crappy 219 belt in my healing set, but still.
Bad number two (the big bad) is that one of our primary tanks is now unavailable on one of our primary raid nights for … the foreseeable future. Noooooo. *sobs*
Anyway. To finish on a smile: as mentioned before, the previous time we killed Sindy (/flex), we went on to clear the plague quarter and finished by downing the Blood Princes. I have a horrible feeling *I* suggested what followed. Well, there are lights, and glitterballs and — c’mon, it’s a disco.
So we danced.