I'd done about all I wanted to do in the
Wetlands. I'd fished, killed stuff, done quests, and ran away from the occasional high-level Horde players who found their way into the area.
I wasn't always successful in getting away. A few times I got
"ganked," killed in about one hit by some level 60 guy who was looking for kicks.
At the time I was level 26 - pretty easy prey in World of Warcraft, where nearly everyone has a level 60 character.
Everybody but me. My boy's working his way there slowly. I have an actual life outside of the geekdom.
So I was doing a little exploring. I headed north, into the
Arathi Highlands, looking for adventure. I knew next to nothing about the area.
I was about to learn.
First, I was greeted by honest-to-God dinosaurs as I crossed into the highlands. Giant spiders. Some 50-foot-tall rock giant thingie. All these things could eat me in about one gulp. Luckily, I play a mage. Since our armor is made of toilet paper, we specialize in being able to get away from stuff that'll kill us.
I played it safe and tried to keep far enough away from critters to keep them from attacking me. When that didn't work I ran and hid.
Thing was, the big threat wasn't critters. It was other players. I play a character in the Alliance, the confederation of humans, dwarves, elves and gnomes (that's me, the short dude). Our sworn enemies are in the Horde - the orcs, undead, tauren (think big ol' cow-people) and trolls.
I don't want much of a part of the war that's raging. In fact, the only reason I chose a server where you can be attacked or attack someone in the other faction anywhere, anytime is because I have friends playing there. Up until crossing into the Highlands, I'd never even gotten into an honest-to-God fight with another player. I'd gotten ganked a whole lot, though.
First, I run across a level 60 undead priest. I'm heading north up the road, he's going south. Since Horde and Alliance can't speak to one another, I do what anyone who didn't want to die would do - I drop to my knees, clasp my hands and beg him.
He laughs, and goes on his merry way.
The same thing happened a couple of other times. Turns out the Arathi Highlands are home to a large Horde city, as well as one of the ever-so-popular battlegrounds where huge groups of Horde and Alliance go to duke it out.
I'm continuing to (cautiously) explore, when I run into an orc warrior on the road. He's level 24. I've got a couple of levels on him, but hey, I'm a peaceful little guy. I'm just lookin' around, not looking for a fight.
I bow to him, wave, and continue heading up the road.
That's when I hear it. The tell-tale sound of a warrior's charging, rushing, knock-that-damned-mage-on-his-butt attack.
Thanks to piano and a job that involves lots of typing, I've got fast finger reflexes. As soon as I heard it, I hit "mana shield," which gives me a limited amount of invulnerability to his attacks, making the damage subtract from my mana (which I've got a lot of, since that's the stuff that you use to cast spells) and not from my hit points (which I don't have a lot of).
He's swinging away, but he can't hurt me, at least not for a couple of seconds.
That was all I needed. I pulled out the real big gun in any mage's arsenal.
I wiggled my finger, and
turned that asshole into a sheep.
He couldn't control his movements, he couldn't attack, he couldn't do anything. I had 30 seconds to plan exactly how I was going to take this impetuous orc apart. In the meantime, I pictured some 14-year-old in Des Moines screaming in impotent rage, biting his keyboard into two pieces.
What to start out with... what to start out with... How about...
PYROBLAST. Balling my hands together, I unleashed a wicked bolt of fire that took out about a quarter of his health in one smack.
The attack broke the sheeping, so he was back to Orc form, hurt and on fire (in fact, setting him alight took his health down to about 50 percent within a few seconds). He immediately attacked.
BOOM! Instant fireblast. It hit, and hit hard - I got lucky, and scored a critical hit on him. His health was down to about 25 percent, and dropping rapidly.
He was swinging at me, but mana shield was still up. It could absorb about 200 points of damage and he wasn't there yet. If it went down, and he starting connecting with his hits, there would be almost no way I could get a spell off to finish him off.
I had to think quickly... Fireball? Nah, three second casting time. Ice? No, not yet...
The wand. The BURNING WAND.
It shoots fire. Heh.
The orc (whose name was "Deathaxe" or something else that sounds really intimidating in a ninth grader's notebook in spiked, boxy, handwritten letters) knew he was in trouble at this point.
He almost got smart. He starting running circles around me, swinging with his axe.
Dammit... dammit... dammit... Had to get him in
front of me to pop him with the wand or a spell!
Now it's ice time. With a single keystroke, I froze his feet to the ground.
"You, stop moving for a second."
Yes, by now I was talking to the screen. My heart was beating quickly. I was going to win this fight, my first evenly-matched battle against another player.
He was rooted to the ground, still trying to take my head off. With a whack, I saw a chunk of my health disappear and I realized that mana shield was done with. Time to take a couple of steps back to get out of his swinging range while he was stuck in one place.
"How's about we melt that ice, Deathaxe?"
Fire leapt from my wand, once, then twice. The orc doubled over, then lay still on the ground.
He was dead. I wasn't. I caught my breath, then got on the general chat channel.
Pithecus --> Holy crap, guys! I just killed my first Horde! Some orc warrior named Deathaxe!
Other Alliance guy --> Way to go, he's been ganking newbies all night.
I smiled.