I had quite a weekend. As I write this, I am shaking visibly with barely-constrained enthusiasm. I have had to hit the backspace key far more often than I normally do.
I have laid out in some detail the nature of my (and by “my” I mean my imaginary avatar, Allora’s) excursions into the Molten Core of Azeroth. I have further laid out to you, here and there, the slow, arduous ascent I have been engaged in collecting together what is knows as the “Lawbringer Set” of armor.
I slowed the reporting on this recently. You have been experiencing a kind of “media blackout” on the progress, since I hit 7 of 8 pieces. The reason for this is that I have been at 7 of 8 pieces for three fucking months. The last piece I needed was the Lawbringer Legplates.
Note the use. Of past. Motherfucking. Tense.
Just so we all understand each other: in nearly a year of raiding Molten Core every weekend (yeah, that’s right, I said it, I’m a nerd) I have seen these goddamn legplates once. According to the illustrious Thottbot, they have a 10% drop rate. Apparently, the rate is actually (10% – Allora_Special_Case_Magic_Number), because I’ve killed that stupid goddamn dog at least forty times, so you would THINK that they would do us all a favor and show the fuck up once in a while.
Well, last night, ladies and germs, I got my wish. One of my guildies was actually ahead of me in the DKP rankings, so technically he could have taken them, but he knew they would complete my set and so let them pass. Thank you, Gamon.
I must say. I look sexy.
I think it is somehow fitting that the next topic dovetail in the same post with the previous one. It is as if they were fitted, by dwarven hands, to nestle together, one after the other.
The Molten Core is, of course (and the anxiety I am experiencing in bringing this topic to your attention is mammoth) only the first high-end raid dungeon in the World of Warcraft.
There are several more. A few of these we (the guild) have been already engaged with, but they are all roughly equivalent to the Core, both in power needed to tackle them, and in rewards that one receives for removing them of all living inhabitants, smearing their walls and floors with the blood of your victims. They are known as “tier 1” dungeons.
The first, and most significant, of the “tier 2” dungeons (I’m getting a chest cramp as I type) is a place known as Blackwing Lair. I’ll save you the trouble of following that link and quote from it here:
- The mighty fortress carved within the fiery bowels of Blackrock Mountain was designed by the master dwarf-mason, Franclorn Forgewright. Intended to be the symbol of Dark Iron power, the fortress was held by the sinister dwarves for centuries. However, Nefarian – the cunning son of the dragon, Deathwing – had other plans for the great keep. He and his draconic minions took control of the upper Spire and made war on the dwarves’ holdings in the mountain’s volcanic depths, which serve as the seat of power for Ragnaros the Firelord. Ragnaros has uncovered the secret to creating life from stone and plans to build an army of unstoppable golems to aid him in conquering the whole of Blackrock Mountain.
- Blackwing Lair can be found at the very height of Blackrock Spire. It is there in the dark recesses of the mountain’s peak that Nefarian has begun to unfold the final stages of his plan to destroy Ragnaros once and for all and lead his army to undisputed supremacy over all the races of Azeroth.
Yeah. I speak nerd.
Our guild has been banging it’s collective head against the first boss fight in this new dungeon for some time. Months, in fact. It’s a fight with a pleasant fellow known as Razorgore, and this fight is well-known for being a brutal introduction to methods required to take on the higher-level bosses in the game.
He’s a fucking pain in the ass, pretty much.
I won’t go into too much detail. It suffices to say, there’s up to 40 elite mobs running around the room trying to kill us at any one time, one of us is controlling the crazy dragon guy with an orb thing and making him break eggs, if you let the boss die too soon he explodes and kills the whole party… lunacy.
It’s been at least three months of brick wall time with this fight… until Saturday. Saturday, he went the fuck down.
It’s funny how anti-climactic it was. We, I think, were all so focused on the fight, and have gotten so used to getting pwned by this guy that when he actually went down, we all kinda looked at the corpse in surprise. “Huh!” we said. “I guess we killed Razorgore!”
He dropped some warrior gear, and we went on to get our ass handed to us over and over by the second boss in the instance, a guy named Vaelastrasz the Corrupt (who, as it turns out, is actually a really nice guy… he’s just got an “I’m possessed!! Flee before I kill you!!” sort of problem).
Now, you should be made aware…
Yeah. You should be made aware that the Lawbringer gear I have shown you is what is considered “tier 1” gear, as it comes from “tier 1” dungeons. I… well…
So I have 1 item of the “tier 2” set: the Judgement Crown.
It’s… 1 of 8.