I’ll never forget my first conversation with Panzer. It was a pst chat interview to get accepted into the guild. I was recommened for an invite by the Mom/Daugter pair of Booty and ‘Tess. (That dynamic duo’s story is better left to another blog, but they definatly added to the growing Hate).

I was hovering over Northrend in the middle of a quest line to get attuned to the Death Knight faction when I got a whisper from Panzer. I’ll admit I was nervous. I was in guild that was raiding, but going nowhere. I wasn’t the first member to leave b/c of raid progression. The interview went well, at least I think it did. Looking back on it now, I was long winded and Dave probably wanted to just shut me up. I was in.

I’d already pugged the first wing of ICC with the infamous Rawry (Yet another article, I wonder if he’ll get into the yearbook?) so I wasn’t a complete Noob in Icecrown. Back then DD (Deaths Desires) was running Three 10 mans and a Sunday 25 man into ICC. In fact, I couldn’t go to the first Sunday 25 man b/c there were too many players! I did get in every week after that, I was having a blast. My drive and will to heal beyond acceptable pulls was flourishing with this new Guild. We were Zerging ever pull long before we were called Zergadins.

About mid way through ICC’s long span my Paladin, Zyley, hit lvl 80. I loved Paladin Tanking, more than I loved Druid tanking! You do remember that I wanted to Tank… right? So I slapped some Int plate on and hit the lvl 80 Heroics. Hate served me well in those runs, Flash of light spam fit well with my heal-as-fast-and-as-hard-as-possible-mentality. Inside me Serawk watched this Blood Elf who Healed bending the Light to his will, and realized a Druid was no longer the Main for a certain Battle.net account. Like Venom embracing a more sutible host in Eddie Brock, Healing with Hate® had found it’s true class home! Healing with Hate really only works with Blinding and Crushing Heals anyway. Blanketing the raid with cumfy HoTs never really satisfied my Lust for Hate Healing.

The last seal of my Hate was Panzer’s Lich King desperation…

I was a solid member of DD. Thusly I was given the opportunity to join a hand picked group to attempt our first LK kill.

Panzer – “Hey Serawk, you’re a Tank right?”

I’m sure I told him my druid was a tank multiple times, but you all know how that goes. So with Blarghe’s help I stamina stacked my gear and was ready to rock the LK at 80k health. Wipe after Wipe we broke ourselve upon Arthas. I even Main tanked the fight after it was decided my toolkit was better suited for not picking up adds. Panzer’s brain exploded a little when he moved over to picking up adds. It got done. You can see me on top right position in our screen shot.

This article is about Healing tough. Since then I’ve never tanked a ‘Mains’ run for DD or the Zergadins. I’ve Embraced my Hate and Heal every run. Oh I’ve spoked up a few times that I could tank, but my Paladin’s Off Spec is Ret. I’ve accepted my fate.

The last part of my story takes part after a Cataclysm and the birth of a Holy Trinity of Healers. (Mooyou called it a Brotherhoof of Healers)