Grinding out Draenor Pathfinder now consumes Jocy. Four large scale battles every day until three factions have Revered rep, and endless, dogged effort to gather enough treasures to fulfill the achievements. Jocy was up early this morning getting her first battle done. Usually there is a kind of code of honor during these daily, never changing events. Players have to kill things to capture flags, bombs to destroy tanks, drops from kills, etc. This morning there was a dozen players, some alliance, some horde, that took a shortcut by stealing other players stuff while the player was engaged in a fight. It happened several times with Jocy, and in two cases mobs were driven into Jocy's range to keep her occupied while they looted.
Honestly, this is unusual behavior. Maybe its the time of morning. It's Sunday, so there's more players running around. But I'm proud of how Jocy acquitted herself. In both extreme cases she kept her head and methodically killed everything thrown at her. I've said this before, and I'll keep saying it - Jocy is one tough bitch to kill. On the second wave of mobs she battled, her Lay on Hands was still on it's five minute cooldown. That was a very, very long time to be in combat, with new mobs adding to the frey almost as fast as Jocy could take them down. Her bag of tricks got slimmer and slimmer while Jocy kept a worried eye on the cooldown timer. Her health bar became almost invisible, eating down the last bits of life, while the Lay on Hands cooldown ticked, seemingly forever, to come back on line. I knew that the bar ticked a little behind the action, so I was pounding the key furiously in the hope that Hands would pop up before the health bar went to zero. Fortunately, Lay on Hands procced in time, giving Jocy a full health bar, and she slew the rest of the mobs. Close call. Want to see the havoc? Here are last the mounds of bodies still visible before they melted into the earth.
The night before Jocy aided an an impromtu group trying to take down one of the rare elites that spawned. Jocy thought they wanted more DPS on the elite since all were blasting away at it, but when DPS started dying Jocy realized they needed a different kind of help. Jocy moved into melee range and got the elites' attention, playing tank and keeping the elite off of the DPS until they killed it. Tanking a rare spawn is dangerous, but not really at the same level as actually tanking in a dungeon or raid. Still, it was fun and Jocy was able to hold her own.
Jocy got help from an unknown friend when she was working on a pair of elites in what was turning into a long battle. This time there was a healer among the crowded field who noticed Jocy at work and voluntarily kept heals on her until the elites died. Although Jocy could have killed the elites without help, it was well appreciated.
Later . . . It was time to seek out the Saberstalkers, one of the three factions that Jocy must raise to Revered status. This group of adventure seekers come solo and in groups to hunt the wild, elite beasts of jungle and beach. The area, Fangrila, is far south of the main bases of both Horde and Alliance. It's a primitive place, lacking even a flight path. Jocy is going to have to tame this place, or at least subdue it long enough earn Revered with their leader, Z'Tenga the Walker.
Travelers are warned that these rare creatures require groups to bring down. Jocy wanted to test that warning, having already killed a few elites in her young life. Solo. After checking in at the Saberstalkers base (a tent and not much else), Jocy took a winding dirt path south toward the sea. She got no further than the next stand of trees when she spotted a Black Fang Prowler. The monkey-like elite beast just asked to be hammered. Jocy went after it. And took it down. So, one elite down. It's a start.
Moving on, she next encountered a Fathomless Mauler near the beach. This one gave a spirited fight but Jocy had no real difficulty busting it up and scooping out some crab meat for the evening meal, should she still be out scouting when the sun went down. She wandered down the wide beach area, killing the non-elites to collect the 100 fangs required for her first job with the Saberstalkers.
At the water-line was yet another fresh-faced elite called a Fel Rangari Anaara. Wow, how many named elites does this place have? Jocy engaged, doing what she does, and all was going according to plan when she suddenly realized she was dead. No warning, no desparate last minute struggle. Alive . . . and then dead. Very dead. Okay, a small setback. A first attempt, with no training. Let's find out what this is. Jocy came back from the library mad as hell. This hellion is an elite hunter that loathes non-hunters. If a non-hunter comes in range of her she has three different means to turn you into inactive molecules - instantly. Jocy doesn't know which spell took her out, but after growling a bit she shrugged. Lesson learned. Avoid that bitch. PS - Even hunters have trouble against this elite. There is a long tirade from hunters who despite being hunters have died over and over against Fel Rangari Anaara and hate her passionately.
Jocy is going to take a siesta. Keep an eye out for more news.
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