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A wild cackling laugh echoed over Mumble.
“Rules are pretty simple. Need if you need, mainspec or spec you’re running in before offspec, unless special circumstances apply, but in practice, that’s nobody tonight. Drew’s MT, I’ll be your OT, ranged deeps Ialdir, Heurodis, and Ignatius. Melee deeps Jargogle, Caius, and Dave. Our lovely healing team are Solace and Prospero.”
[Raid][Solace]: I’ll be on MT, OT, and raid in that prio.
[Raid][Prospero]: And my prio is raid, OT, and MT.
“Otherwise,” Morag continued, “let’s have fun, kill some things, and take their stuff.”
A ragged cheer went up from the fish-eaters, and they hustled through the recently opened barrier into the main dungeon.
The first boss was waiting for them on the other side. Kelebos: a vast, three-headed hound, covered in shaggy black fur tipped with fire all the way to its lashing, serpentine tail.
Thankfully, it was a dog, so it didn’t have much to say to them.
“You know the drill. Spread out to avoid chaining damage from tail. Drew, we swap on ten stacks of Chew Toy. Everybody run out of Howl, and DPS the heads when someone gets grabbed. Are we good?”
A readycheck popped up on Drew’s screen. He was, indeed, ready.
“Take it away, Drew.”
Ella pulled out her maces and jogged the surprisingly large distance up to Kelebos’s central mouth.
[Yell][Lady Bloodrose]: Welcome to my bower, foolish heroes.
Drew dumped CoC under the dog and began building threat. This was a pretty straightforward fight for a tank. As long as he didn’t let the debuff stack too high or forget to run out of the Howl, there wasn’t much that could go wrong. His screen, as usual, was full of teeth and eyes and particle effects, but Kelebos’s health was going down and Ella wasn’t dead, so everything seemed to be fine.
Suddenly, the dog turned and bounded across the room, snatching up a couple of raid members before coming back to Ella.
“And I’m in the mouth.” Ialdir.
“Me too.” Drew didn’t recognise this voice. “Solace on heals. Everyone be extra specially careful not to do anything stupid.”
That must have been Prospero.
“Prio left head.” Morag. “Get the healer back in the game.”
Drew popped Unholy Resolve to boost his health while Solace was overextended.
[Raid][Ialdir]: Hey, I can do leatherworking in here
[Raid][Prospero]: Can you make me a [Gargantuan Corpse-Hide Satchel]?3
[Raid][Ialdir]: Yeah sure
Out of the corner of his eye, Drew saw the left head suddenly engulfed in an insane swirl of golden fire and flickering shadow from the ranged DPS. A kobold streaked past him and started hammering daggers into its ear. Then the creature’s jaws dropped open and its head reeled back in pain.
“Healing Service now resumed.” Prospero.
“All on right.” Morag. “Ten seconds to Howl.”
“Eight stacks,” said Drew.
Ialdir was finally shaken loose of the right head, just as the beast rocked back on its haunches and let out a bone-chilling wail. The raid scattered.
Ialdir made a frustrated noise down Mumble. “Sorry, guys, didn’t have time.”
“You noob, Jacob.”
