Tale Sixty One: Changes

So.

LB Night Elf is no more.

It broke my heart but as of last night, After Hours is no more. A turmoil of events in my life have come up and it left me and Mr. Littlebark feeling like we weren't giving 110% of ourselves to the guild. We weren't having fun with leading and it was stressful handling that and real life at the same time.

Real life was a bitch about it too, though. I got a promotion at work from a mere receptionist to the Assistant Marketing Director. I'm thrilled, I truly am. My hours are from 8:30-5:00 now instead of 3:30-9:00. I'm making more money and I get to have a say at meetings. It's a great feeling instead of being someone who "just answers phones". Sadly, this means no more late night guild.

My grandmother was sick a couple of weeks ago, and thankfully is slowly getting better. However, like only old ladies can do, she's making the recovering process slower by not drinking water because "it doesn't taste yummy with her donuts." I love the woman to death, seeing as she raised me, but now that she's fighting a urinary tract and kidney infection... it makes me head explode.

We're also moving houses. Which means weeks of no internet. Very hard to lead a raid with no internet. We'll be stealing wi-fi from a neighbour (don't worry, we know him) but its not steady for hard core raiding.

I actually cried last night over the break of my guild. These people became my friends and companions. I laughed, sweared, cheered and accomplished things with them.

Doc, Misty & Thatguy... you guys came to us as a unit and I'm glad you did. I've never met a Dad, Son, Stepmom team but you guys did it perfectly and with so much humor it was always so much fun. I'll always remember the "my dad says (insert whatever you liked in here) it gives me herpes" and Thatguy making fun of my ugly leaves. Misty, you're always so quiet and sweet but so kind. Doc, you're just great, man. You brought comedy into our laid back guild.

Steve/Aphaea/Lacrimosa/Man of a million toons, you're just amazing awesome for taking over the website. Seriously. My hero. And your motormouth? I like it.

Raagz, my awersome strategist. You could have been in a hard core guild. You have the DPS, the attitude and the drive for it. But you stuck with us because as you put it, "I'd rather stick with people I like than a couple of pixels."

Shinear, holy moley. You are a great guy and quite possibly my favorite dwarf (just don't tell Doc!) I remember you from our very start. When we almost threw in the towel, you were the one that reminded us that great things don't happen overnight. You're very right, my friend. We made a hell of a guild.

Maulic. My silent suidice bomber of fears. You never said much but did your job. My favorite memory of you? Something like this:

*In TOC*
Mr. Littlebark: So we'll have so and so lock down the shammy and have Maulic run in and scatter them all with with his fear-

*5 seconds later, you see this Night Elf warrior charge in and cast his fear. All of us stare at him, watch him die, them promptly get slaughtered ourselves*

Larkyn, you are by far the coolest Mom I've met. You play WoW! Enough said.

And... that was our core. You were After Hours. Now go out there, kill the Bitch, I mean Lich King and make me proud.

Tale Twenty Four: A congrats goes to...

My Horde toons all belong to a guild on the Cenarius Server called Lords of Ancient Sin. It's one of the oldest of living guilds on the Cenarius Server (November 2005....!) and made up of people who ... are plain awesome, I guess.

We raid 4 times a week. 2 nights are dedicated to 10man Ulduar. 1 night is dedicated to H ToC. And the other night, dedicated to 25man Ulduar...

Mind you, while we raid alot we are not at all hard core or anything. We goof around and we have fun. Our 25 mans are done with a joint guild because we both don't have the numbers. I feel that the 25mans are more stricter. There's not enough laughing. Most of my pet peeves come from the 25man runs.

Now. Our 10mans have not seen Yogg. They haven't even seen Freya! We only just thought up of the genius idea of doing Ulduar 2 nights a week. We always get stuck on Hodir, because by the time we get to him we're pooped!... but on Saturday night, Lords taught that jerk a lesson. Hodir went DOWN!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen. Our small and fun group beat him. FINALLY! (PS: Thanks Averna for your guide >.>). You should have heard the vent celebration. It was amazing.

And then today, we all walked back in there, not thinking we'd really get anything else down. Just practise, right?

.....

We killed Thorim as well! (PS: Again, thaaaanks Averna!) Celebration. Happy tears. Fireworks. Fun times.

Moral of the story: A good guild is one that doesn't leave you wanting to bang your head agaisnt the key board. Over and over again. A good guild will give you a few laughs rather than wanting to stop playing all together. A good guild will laugh off the mistakes yet learn and push forward instead of blaming each other.

A good guild is trying over and over again and finally seeing the fruits of your labour.

Lords of Ancient Sin, you made me proud this weekend.

A job well done.