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What a long, strange trip it’s been


Back before Wrath of the Lich King was released, the officers of The Anvil, the 25-man Horde raid on Feathermoon that I tank for, sat down and set one simple goal:  The Anvil 25-man would kill Arthas before the next expansion came out.  That was it.  Everything, all the other raid instances, all our activity as a raid, was pointed toward that goal.  Naxxramas, Ulduar, Trial of the Big Round Room…they were steppingstones toward Icecrown Citadel and our ultimate goal of doing something we’d never done before:  beating “the” boss of an expansion while that expansion was still current content, and making the Lich King our Bitch King.

Now this was a stretch for us.  Since the days of 40-man raiding, we’ve never been a cutting-edge progression raid…call us “hardcore casual” if you will.  In vanilla, we never cleared Blackwing Lair, much less Naxxramas 1.0; Nefarian only died after The Burning Crusade came out.  When we hit Outland, we stalled at the end of both Serpentshrine Cavern and Tempest Keep.  Vashj eventually went down after six or seven weeks, but we never really even got close to killing Kael’thas until patch 3.0 dropped, at which point the fight instantly turned from a near-impossible exercise to a stupidly easy no-death one-shot.  We managed to get 3/5 in Hyjal before 3.0 hit, but never visited Black Temple except for one visit post-patch, where we one-shotted the first seven bosses and couldn’t get past the Illidari Council.  Linedan’s still never seen or killed Illidan, Archimonde, or anything in Sunwell Plateau.

Four months ago we dropped Sindragosa for the first time and took the teleporter up to stand before our final goal.  That night, we began working on the fight.  And through the summer, we kept at it.  Again.  And again.  And again. I started likening progress on the Lich King fight to the Battle of the Somme…immense casualties for just a few yards, or in this case percent, gained.  We extended lockouts and threw ourselves at him for three straight hours some nights.  I counted fifteen wipes one night, that’s a 200 gold repair bill for me.  We tried several different strategies regarding Defiles and val’kyr handling, with varying degrees of success.  Time and again normal summer schedule issues ravaged our lists and left us frantically pulling in subs, or dropping back to clear lower ICC again, or even calling the raid entirely.

Last night, we faced down Arthas again.  We started off with two excellent attempts that moved efficiently through phase 2 and got into phase 3 with most of the raid still standing.  Our DPS was the highest I’d ever seen it, across the board.  Unfortunately, both times things fell apart fast and we died quickly in phase 3, not getting Arthas below about 35%.  Then we started backsliding into the pattern that’s dogged us the whole time…mistakes in phase 2, bad placement of Defiles, unlucky timing on the different cooldowns for valks vs. Defile, stuff like that.  After a few more of those, we took a break, came back, and went at it again.

It was the sixth, or seventh, or eighth attempt, I’d lost track at that point.  We started off same as the others–me on Arthas, our paladin tank Keltyr on the ghouls and horrors in phase 1.  Phase 1 was dispatched quickly and smoothly, likewise the 1-2 transition.  We hit phase 2, and the real fight began.

You know that feeling you get when you just know that everything is starting to fall into place?  We had that.  Defile placement wasn’t perfect, but it was workable.  Everyone adjusted, standing behind Arthas, all facing the same direction to keep the valks clustered together.  For once, the timers worked properly so that we weren’t all clustered up for valks and getting hit with Defile instead.  We shifted, we adjusted, we moved in and moved out, and we got to 45% with everybody still up.

Then at 43%, here came the valks.  And the shout went out from our Chief Cat Herder:  “Forget them, burn Arthas down!”  It was a crapshoot.  If we couldn’t get him to 40% while dodging the upcoming Defile, we’d lose two DPS and a healer.  Everybody ran for Defile, ran back in and laid into the Lich King while I drug him toward one edge…

..at the last possible second, he dropped to 40%, ran back to the center, and started the phase 2-3 transition.  The ledge reappeared, and all three of our raidmates landed on solid ice with just mere feet to spare.

The spirits came up and we laid into them like we never had before.  At the end of the transition, two were dead, one was at 30%, and the fourth was full up.  I had the weaker spirit on me, so I headed back in and said hi to Arthas again, and phase 3 began.

The next few minutes are still a blur in my sleep-deprived mind.  Phase 2 is barely-controlled chaos.  Phase 3 felt like it removed the “barely-controlled” part.  People were scattering everywhere to avoid Vile Spirits and Defile.  We were handling tanking differently in the 25 than we did when I got Arthas in my 10, and I had only the vaguest of ideas when to taunt Arthas and move him.  More than once I taunted Arthas and immediately got a Soul Reaper countdown, and only Keltyr’s fast action saved me.

Things were getting nuts.  We had a death or two.  The fight devolved into a screaming mass of taunting, moving, and keyspamming.  Calls of “I can’t reach the tanks!” followed by another healer saying “I’ve got ‘em.”  Vile Spirits exploding everywhere.  “Defile, move!”  “Spirits coming down!”  “Gore’s harvested!”  And all the while, I saw that big Threat Plate over Arthas’ head slowly count down numbers.  Twenty-three percent.  Twenty percent.  Eighteen percent.  Fifteen percent.  Holy shit, are we actually going to do this?

I taunted him back at about 13%.  I was getting ready to hit Vent and say “a million to go, guys, WE’VE GOT THIS”…and I died.  I got too damn far away from my healers trying to get Arthas clear of the Vile Spirits, and there I was, in the Sprawl of Shame, with the Lich King at 12% health.

“Shit, Lin’s down!”

“Want me to pick him up?”

About four of us (me included) said “No!” at the same time.  He was at 7.1 million health, under 12%, one tank up, don’t shift out to battle rez just burn his ass down.  One million more health to go, dear God please don’t let me dying fuck this up now go go GO GO GO DAMMIT GO…

His health on the plate ticked over to 9%.

I won’t spoil the fight for anyone who hasn’t yet seen it, but let’s just say, if you get him to 10%, you’ve won, despite appearances.  There’s a pause for some in-game exposition that you get to watch.  When that started, there was a second of stunned silence, as if all 25 of us couldn’t believe we were seeing what we saw, and then Vent erupted with screams.  And just as quickly, was shushed…after all, many people there hadn’t had a chance to see the show before.

I didn’t say a word.  I was too busy sitting there, staring at the screen in slack-jawed shock, my hands shaking and tears forming in my eyes.  We had done it.  We killed the Lich King.

Two minutes later, the hoedown was over, and the fight entered the last 10%, aka Pinata Mode.  And then, it was truly over, cue the acheesement spam.  At 11:33 pm Eastern time, Thursday, September 16, 2010, Arthas Menethil, the Lich King, whatever you want to call him, lay dead at The Anvil’s feet, and we sat in silent shock and relief while Cutscene Happened.

We were Kingslayers.

We had won the game.

I spent the rest of the evening in an advanced state of shock.  It took my hands half an hour to stop shaking and I didn’t get to bed until well past 1:00.  The happy crew gradually dropped off Vent and out of WoW, off to bed.

While that happened, I sat and reflected, and got hit by an incredible wave of emotion that almost started me crying.  The realization of what we’d just done, and my small part in it, hit me.

A bit over four years ago, I first started running with The Anvil as a scrubstitute, a few months after the raid initially formed.  I had no business being in Molten Core given that my gear was mostly greens and I was a pretty shitty warrior, but in 40-mans, you could carry scrubs, and after weeks of not being selected to go, my wife Rashona and I finally wormed our way in.  Back then, our daughter Nublet was only an infant so Rashona and I basically had to alternate weeks to go on those Sunday afternoon MC runs…one of us raided while the other tended the baby.  We switched weeks, sometimes we even switched mid-run if the officers were OK with it.

I hung in there and kept getting invites despite the fact I really did suck.  My DPS was lousy, I couldn’t offtank rock elementals on Garr to save my ass (or anyone else’s), I wiped the raid running the wrong way on Geddon more than once.  Slowly, on the long grind through Molten Core to Ragnaros and then into Blackwing Lair, I got better.  Not good, but better.

The Burning Crusade came out.  By the time I made it to 70, I was behind most of the other Anvillains.  The Anvil had formed two 10-man Karazhan raids and didn’t have enough people for a third, leaving me and Rashonakitty screwed.  Fortunately a friend of ours was starting up her own Kara (called “Dissonant’s Softcore Raiders”) and the wife and I came on as the two tanks.  I went Prot, and never looked back.  We helped take that raid from wiping all night on Attumen all the way to one-night full clears and lots of Prince kills.  It was a fantastic experience.

When The Anvil went back to running 25-mans in Gruul’s Lair, I got in again despite the raid being overloaded on tanks.  And somehow, I guess through just sheer attrition and my own stubbornness, by the time our TBC raiding career ended, I was the permanent second offtank.

Wrath of the Lich King brought us death nuggets, and one of our warriors switched to DK (realm first 80 DK, in fact) and became astoundingly good at DK tanking–so good that he pushed me down to the #3 offtank, in an instance (Naxx 2.0) where few fights needed four tanks and dual specs hadn’t come in yet.  The raid officers kept me on, thank God, and we’ve carried four tanks all through Wrath (the original DK left and has been replaced by an even better DK), eventually going to a rotation system where we all take turns tanking and DPSing.

The Anvil took me in when I had no business raiding.  They let me back in after I took time to head to greener pastures in Karazhan.  They kept me on and rewarded my persistence with a permanent slot.  They kept me on again when better-geared, better-skilled tanks “took my jerb.”  They kicked my ass when I needed it and reassured me when I needed it.  They had faith in me when I had lost my own faith in my ability to play this game.  They gave me the room and opportunity to develop the confidence to turn, eventually, into a pretty decent warrior tank.  They are my friends, and I’ll do anything for them.

And last night, the scrubby hybrid-spec warrior in the mismatched level 55 greens…now transformed into the fully-sanctified-T10-wearing badass tank he never thought he could become…tanked the bloody Lich King. And won.

All of the problems that were spinning around me yesterday are still there this morning.  Our one working vehicle is still laid up at the mechanic and we don’t know how we’re going to pay to fix it.  One of our cats is still a bit sick in his tummy and stinking up the place.  We’re still broke.  The house is a mess.  I still have four projects at work in various stages of “oh shit.”  None of that has changed.

But for a few magical minutes last night, none of it existed.  There was nothing but a group of friends, accomplishing a task set in front of them, and culminating a journey that started four and a half years ago.  Winning the game.

For now, the world can bite my shiny metal ass.  I’m a Kingslayer, biatch.

25 responses

  1. \o/

    You has wons the game! Yay!

    But now you have LOST…the game.

    /runs away

    September 17, 2010 at 11:22

  2. Wonderful! Well done. No matter how long it takes you it’s irrelevant – that feeling of joy is immeasurable. Your sort of story means far more to me, the reader, than tales of World Firsts. Yours I can truly relate to – I can re-live my own feelings, despair, delight, real, true FUN. Relax and enjoy your title.

    Oh, and I hope you beat the RL stuff too :)

    Hugs, Seph xx

    September 17, 2010 at 11:30

  3. Awesome post and mega grats on downing the big guy! I remember the same exhilaration when we finally dropped him, how hard it was to compose yourself once it was over, and that endorphin rush that accompanied the kill. Nothing like it.

    I really liked this: “We were Kingslayers.”

    Reminds me an awful lot of the movie “We Were Soldiers”, which kinda fits in a way, eh?

    Good luck on hardmodes, you guys earned it!

    September 17, 2010 at 11:49

  4. Congratulations, man!

    My guild is still working on 10-man. But we’ll get there. And I look forward to this feeling. :)

    September 17, 2010 at 11:57

  5. You’ve worked hard to become the raider and tank you are, Lin.

    You earned that title.

    We all did.

    September 17, 2010 at 12:14

  6. Congratulations! It’s an awesome feeling isn’t it! :)

    WotLK has been the first time my guild has taken down the end boss and it’s the one thing I KNEW I wanted to do after all my scrubbiness in vanilla and TBC.

    September 17, 2010 at 12:35

  7. I am so reminded of this:

    http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/community/comics/gallery.html#185

    Grats!

    September 17, 2010 at 12:45

  8. Rem

    Huge congratulations on your kill!!

    And .. it’s a funny coincidence. Last night was our first LK kill, too – “only” on 10-man, but given that we’re 10-strict (not so much by conscious choice to “be strict” but simply because .. we only raid 10s) and given that most of us had not even seen ICC from the inside before April this year .. we had more than a little reason to celebrate, too :)

    And many aspects mirrored. We were close to desperation because we seemed not to be able to figure out how to survive phase 3. It was our 17th attempt of the night (66th in total). We were an hour past our end time, on a night that, due to work schedules, may be the last time we get our raid team together for the next 10 days .. or more. It was the last attempt of the fourth flask of the night, and even though we were filled with pure adrenaline, possibly the last attempt of the night – midnight or 1am, depending on time zone. And then everything clicked and came together. Phase 1 – smooth; transition – no problem; phase 2 – very controlled, everyone alive into the second transition, where the DPS pulled out the stops so we had only two raging spirits left, one at about 30%, one roughly full (familiar?). And then .. and then .. this dance of defile, vile spirits, soul harvest and soul reaper suddenly was just that .. a dance .. and we danced it .. 20% .. 15% .. everything’s still fine, everyone alive, OMG we’re going to make it, 12% … 10% … mad screaming on Vent! I couldn’t sleep until 4am. Oh, and we did it with two warrior tanks :D

    I’ve been reading your blog and advice almost since I rolled my warrior (and first WoW character) 15 months ago. I consider it a coincidental honour to have achieved our first LK kill on the same day you got your first and so desired 25-man kill!

    Again, huge congratulations and thanks for the inspiration!

    September 17, 2010 at 12:47

  9. Congrats!

    September 17, 2010 at 12:54

  10. Congrats! Thank for sharing your story. The post is well written. :)

    September 17, 2010 at 13:19

  11. Verdus

    You’ve earned every bit of it, man. Goddamn it felt good to finally put that bastard down. And we couldn’t have done it without you.

    September 17, 2010 at 13:44

  12. ZOMG GRATS!!!

    September 17, 2010 at 14:59

  13. Props, and congrats, and man am I jealous! Couldn’t happen to a cooler cat. Well done.

    September 17, 2010 at 16:07

  14. awesomely awesome post – well done!

    September 17, 2010 at 17:04

  15. For the record, i know *EXACTLY* what you mean about how everything just… feels right. You know when the raid is doing just amazing… and you never want to say it, but somewhere in your brain you know you’re getting that fuckin kill this time.

    It’s an amazing feeling isn’t it? I take my hat off to you Linedan. I haven’t done it in 25 man, but an Arthas kill is an Arthas kill, imo. I’d seen the cinematic, i’d watched the strats, I knew how the RP was going to play out, but honestly I had a very similar reaction when I saw it happening because *I HELPED* make it happen. /salute

    September 18, 2010 at 00:04

  16. I want to add my congratulations to the pile – you guys deserve it, you have done a wonderful job in the last 4 years, keeping the guild and the raid going through thick and thin.

    And Lin, those moments of pure zen, where all the raiders seem to be in mind synch and everything falls perfectly into place are still the reason I play this game – and are the memories I treasure the most.

    September 18, 2010 at 05:19

  17. I’ve been waiting for a new post from you for a while now, but it was worth the wait.

    Nice job, bud, I’m glad you got there. :)

    September 20, 2010 at 09:28

  18. The King is dead! Long live the Kingslayer!! That is awesome and many congratulations.

    September 21, 2010 at 18:15

  19. quietkjun

    GRATZ!!!

    September 22, 2010 at 14:55

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  22. Fannon

    Glückwünsche Panzercow!

    September 29, 2010 at 14:21

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