Written by | Posted October 24, 2014 – 12:01 pm Elevation

Squire Benjamin William Sullivan stood in the middle of Light’s Hope Chapel in his underpants.

Actually, it was white linen pants and a shift, but the effect was approximately the same. The little chapel was warm, on the edge of …

Belphzooka’s Huntard Cliffnotes – The Lurker Below
comment 1 Written by on April 17, 2008 – 7:30 am

In an effort to bring you Drama-Free and EZ-Mode-Lewt ™ on behalf of Totally Raiding, Inc., I bring you one in a series of class-specific addenda for the boss fights you may encounter.

By reading this strategy addendum, you accept that the tactics set out herein are by no means foolproof, depends very much on you not being said fool, as well as other exogenous factors including but not limited to reputation level with spouse, raid leadership irritability, prevailing humidity levels and that really sudden and annoying itchy feeling between your shoulder blades right now in the middle of the fight.

Welcome to the Big Fish Fry, also known as the Lurker Below fight.

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This is a test of coordination for the whole raid, and how to handle the transitions between some very different phases. You will undoubtedly read a strategy guide, and I will just cover the hunter aspects.

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Annorah – Finding Visions
comment 2 Written by on April 16, 2008 – 7:44 am

**This is the little story that started Annorah for me – the very first story she told (over a year ago now), and one of the few that say anything about the crash of the Exodar or her life before Azeroth. Hopefully you enjoy it!**

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Annorah sat, letting her mind absorb the flickering firelight as two healers packed cool compresses around her face and neck. The burns had nearly healed now, but the soothing herbs still felt good – her skin was very tender. Bandages had lead to mottled scarring; now dark, but soon to fade to a pale, mottled silvery blue, lighter than her skin (if past scars were any indication of how these would look). She’d never get use of her eye back though – they’d finally just given up after repeated attempts to heal the damage only made her vision worse. She could make out shapes, light and dark, in bright lights, but nothing more.

Slowly her thoughts began to wander, the mesmerizing fire lulling them into submission until she could see far away. She never knew what she’d find in a fire, or if it were the future or the past, or some twisted alternative to the present, but if she sat and let her mind empty, she knew the visions would come.

A mountain, breathing fire and smoke. A toppled castle, full of terrible, torturous instruments, dragons, and chemicals. A watery tomb, the ruins of a building. A graveyard of empty and destroyed graves. Tonight, she saw not one steady image, but flashes.

And then one held before her eyes – great and swirling. A megalith; a portal, filled with dark energies. She watched the portal as it pulsed, watched as riders approached it from a land barren and tortured, watched as they dismounted, watched in horror as they stepped through – but were not destroyed? And then she saw them – the other side, in a place she didn’t dare to think she recognized.

Nausea overwhelmed her.

Clawing the poultice from her face, she tore out of the room and into the cool night air, the startled priestesses clucking about “not being finished, where was she going?” A few deep breaths and her stomach settled down, no longer reeling in waves of sickness. She had seen it – Draenor – but how? When had those humans gone through the portal, and why? Draenor had been a destroyed and destroying world that they had been lucky to escape. Now people were going back there?

Another deep breath. Perhaps… perhaps there was some hope for even the former homeland of The Exiled.

She stepped back inside, gathering her few things. Yes, she would be ok – she knew how to care for the burns, and they were nearly healed anyway. Everyone she knew was gone – but she would go on and not sit here, coddled by priestesses and their soothing, mind numbing herbs. Draenei_Icon

On the wind, she heard the Farseer Nobundo calling for her again. The elements had been talkative since she’d learned how to listen, and now she was seeing them more strongly through her sightless eye, and he would like that. She felt at her belt for a little black glass bowl and the small bag of stones that he had given her before…. Yes, she would go back to Nobundo – for he could see farther and more clearly than she could, and he would teach her a true partnership with the elements.

And someday, she would return to Draenor.

Resto Shaman vs. The Lurker Below – a Healing Guide
comment 4 Written by on April 15, 2008 – 7:46 am

This is the second in a series of posts covering resto-shaman-specific information for tier4 and tier5 boss fights. It will NOT be a boss kill strategy, rather a list of tips and tricks for your friendly neighborhood shaman to make these fights run a little more smoothly.

Other Tuesday guides: Karathress, Leotheras, Hydross, Tidewalker.

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So your raid leader announced that next raid you’ll be taking on The Lurker Below. This may well be your first boss to tackle in tier 5 content, especially if your tanks can’t quite muster the resistances for Hydross yet. Lurker is large, toothy, and generally pissed off that you fished him out of his happy hidey hole and into a donut of boiling water. (And yes, he is the same model as Tethyr, the sea monster that attacks Theramore)

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Eagle! Bear! Dragonhawk! Lynx!… Heart?
comment 2 Written by on April 14, 2008 – 7:21 am

letter

Dear Hex Lord Malacrass,

Bite my shiny blue arse.

Love,
Annorah

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Elevation

October 24, 2014 – 12:01 pm

Squire Benjamin William Sullivan stood in the middle of Light’s Hope Chapel in his underpants.

Actually, it was white linen pants and a shift, but the effect was approximately the same. The little chapel was warm, on the edge of …

Introducing the Newest Anna

June 29, 2014 – 4:39 pm

So I’m not really in a position where I should be creating alts. This, of course, does nothing to deter me from making alts when the inspiration strikes. I’ve been really enjoying my Alliance hunter, and she’s my raiding main …

Deconstruction

November 19, 2013 – 4:46 pm

Bad things are happening in Stormwind – and beyond.

The Hand of Lothar, they call themselves.

Yva Darrows was their first target.

Tirith and Aely were their second and third.

They have since… expanded their reach and escalated their methods …

Patrol

November 13, 2013 – 9:59 am

The cathedral bells stop ringing overnight, except for chiming the hours. Three bell strikes, and Angoleth padded softly around another corner of the Cathedral District, staying carefully in the shadows. Trained ears picked up Mogget’s soft breathing – nearly inaudible …

Riders in Lordaeron – Memory

November 7, 2013 – 1:33 pm

(Written by Jolly, Tarquin, and Annalea)

The highlands of Lordaeron were not for the faint of heart; be it the putrescence of the Scourge’s long-lingering remnant, or the rock-strewn hills and valleys that made farmers out of only the most …

Riders of Lordaeron – Logistics

September 13, 2013 – 7:11 pm

(With Tarquin and Annalea)

Once more, four people made their way through the thickets and hills of Lordaeron, this time in the crisp chill of late morning, seeking after the Rider. Aelflaed had snatched what sleep she could while Chryste …

Riders of Lordaeron – Problematic

September 11, 2013 – 9:47 am

(With Tarquin)

She hadn’t wanted to leave Jolly – not so soon after finding him again – but once away, it took about five minutes for Aely to figure out she had a problem.

That problem had just announced that …

Riders of Lordaeron: Arrangements

September 9, 2013 – 10:05 am

It was an uneasy goodbye for him, but it was agreed by both he and Aely that a stroll back to Hearthglen would not be very easy to explain, nor would the explanation needed for the three Argent soldiers once …

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