...and apparently also The Slow, since I was the last Green Poxer to show up last night, being on the Left Coast and whatnot. Most everyone had scattered from Orgrimmar by the time I arrived.
I got a guild invitation almost instantaneously! (So good to feel wanted!) Then I needed a tabard! Fortunately, some of my auction items sold well so I scooted right over to buy one. (Okay, so I didn't exactly "scoot." I had to follow Elips and Fuller to find the shop.) Ooooo... the tabard is bee-yoo-tee-ful! It definitely accentuates my Trolly curves. Oompa! Here you can see for yourself.
Oh what can I say! We were killing machines all over Durotar and The Barrens. Mobs I wouldn't have considered trying for another 5 levels went down with ease in the wake of our massive output. We seemed to have no fear! It was so fun; I felt almost invincible. Again, I must give kudos to the two priests who had my back. I'm so used to being the healer and worrying about everyone else that it was refreshing to go commando and have confidence that my buddies would keep me alive.
I loved the Green group dynamics. It seems like Dammy's a natural leader. He was already using raid markers like skulls and diamonds! Raamah is my Tauren crush -- the strong, silent tank. (I'm a sucker for Tauren males, go figure.) Elips cracks me up and his minions make for a very nice additional tank or DPS party member. Wulfa is my fellow chica in a group of Horde studliness. First, I gotta say, Dax, you've definitely got competition in the HAWT department with Wulfa's BE. Whoo boy! And what she does with a smite will bring all the boys to the yard, as the Belfs like to say.
Anyway, the point is that so far, I love my teammates and my guildies! I hope they're patient as I learn this new melee, stealthy role.
Caster vs. Melee
I must say that all my other alts are casters of some sort, so it's taking me a while to realize that my job as a rogue is to just run the heck in there and start with the "stabby stabby," as Dax puts it. My brain keeps thinking of how to "pull" the bad-guys, and then while I'm watching our tank, Raamah, rush in and whack things, I realize, "GOSH! I'd better get in there and start slicing!"
It's taking some getting used to, also, to running around the back of the tank's target to get some nice juicy Backstabs in. Heh. I guess just like the Blood Elf is getting to Dax, and the Warlock is affecting Elips, my little roguish evilness is also starting to shine through.
I think I'm going to spec Subtlety since we are always going to function as a group. If I were leveling alone, I think I'd go for Combat, but the Subtlety tree looks like a LOT of fun and it will definitely make for a unique addition to the team.
Winding Up The Evening
The little orclette (is she an Elflette on Anvilmar?) aggro'd late in the night, poor doodle. I loved when Dammy said that Wulfa had to "tank" the orclette. Too cute. We all took this as a sign from Elune that we should call it a night. Way fun!!!
Fellow guildies, please remember I'm a blacksmith. I know most of you cannot wear mail, but I also make daggers, maces, axes, and things to sharpen pointy weapons or ensmacken blunt weapons. Please feel free to hit me up for something -- don't even have to need, just want!