Last night I did some more quests in Hellfire Peninsula with my shaman. The always so amusing walk-the-felhound among others.
Then I suddenly got an invitation to Hellfire Ramparts. I accept the group invite. Then the inevitable question. “Are you resto?”
Yeah. Like I level from 60 to 70 with a resto shaman. If I wanted to spend large amounts of gold to repair my stuff and spend endless hours trying to complete one quest, I’d go back to LotRO. But when I said no, the rogue just pulled a holy/disc 62 priest out of his ass, and on we went.
After playing healing classes for most of my WoW career I wasn’t really prepared to play a enchantmentshaman in a instance. I pulled aggro. A lot. I spent so much time watching the combat text with all the numbers, I forgott to place totems. But with a good tank and a good priest (I can count the times i had such a good pickup-group on a clumsy fan inspectors fingers) we pulled through. Wiped a couple of times, but no-one really cared.
Problem is I’m having so much fun with my shaman that I’m forgetting to play my new druid. Oh, well. My vacation is coming up so there will be plenty of time for that later. Right now I’m like a kid who found an old favorite toy.
