Reading through Blizzard’s recent Lord Kazzak Crimes and Punishments post reminded me of a recent dragon raid on my server and my guild’s near participation in same.
This was almost a month ago and involved Azurgeos, the Azshara dragon. This other guild that we’ve been kinda sorta hanging with, co-oping on a few instances, sharing crafting skills, bla bla, asked if we wanted to do a joint raid on Azurgeos about an hour later when they expected to have the force, combined with ours, to take him down.
After confirming that they had covered the basics … dragon was up, there was adequate DPS, tanking and healing power available … we agreed. What the hell, should be interesting if nothing else. This allied guild has some good people — no obvious loot whores, no bitching when things go south, they keep their drama queens in check, and most importantly, they’re not drooling morons like 90 percent of the level 60s around these parts. However! They are still a little naive, as you shall see in a moment.
So, we sent an unguilded alt out to Azshara to watch the zone for any snoopy level 60s that might be scouting for something to do, and I was assigned the task of discreetly inquiring what some of the other level 60 guilds were up to that night. Fortunately, most of the other guilds in Warcraft are naive also and aren’t suspicious when an outsider politely asks after their plans. Heh.
I talked to the one dude in The Zerg Guild who told me that they were working in Blackrock that night and then I asked another dude in The Zerg Guild to confirm, because I’m not so naive. I already knew they had been in Blackrock for a while from my handy dandy stalker /who list, but I needed to know they were going to stay tucked in for at least another hour.
We did all this without asking our allies because, frankly, if we told them that this sort of prep had to be done in today’s online gaming world, they wouldn’t believe us. They still think that outsiders won’t go out of their way to fuck people over. Well … maybe they understand that now.
About 40 minutes before go time, we were browsing the Auction House and gathering potions, fixing equipment, making poisons, bla bla, when our scout sent out the alarm that some level 60s had just flown into Azshara. From the Zerg Guild, no less. This was an interesting development. And indeed, I saw from the /who list that the fuckers were emptying out of Blackrock.
This could only mean one thing: someone had actually TOLD them not only that the dragon was up, but also the planned raid time. We further knew that none of us was drunk enough to make such a critical error — this could have only come from the allied guild. Not that they were drunk, but y’know, naive and about to learn a hard lesson.
So it was decision time. Mobilize and pull the bitch before the requisite 50 players from Clan Zerg gather, or go do something else. I voted to do something else, but our involuntarily-elected guildleader was livid that the allies had shot their mouths off. He quizzed each of them in turn until he found the guilty party, one of their chatty druids, and unloaded on her.
I’m not sure what was said in /tells, but she was quiet the rest of the night. Fat lot of good it did us then.
The allies wanted to salvage the raid and flew a summons team to Az, just in case the Zergites crashed and burned; few of us went along to watch the festivities, although our GL stayed in Ironforge for the principal of the thing. He had a point. He had warned them a few times to keep this on the down low.
I dunno. Until you’ve been steamrolled and done some steamrolling yourself, these are lessons that have to be learned the hard way: When asked, don’t answer. When asked again, lie. When accused, deny.
This is the credo of the online raider.