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“Adds in the ranged.”
Ella scuttled backwards round the pit, throwing a taunt at the armour-plated insect demon thing that was presently chewing on Small Mangy Owl.
“Pet tanking for the win,” said Ialdir as Drew began whaling on the monster with his axes.
[Lady Bloodrose] says: Blood of my blood.
That was bad.
“Pillar of blood up,” called Bjorn. “All deeps on the boss. Watch your stacks, and get in the light if you need it.”
Drew was doing okay for Heartsblood, and he didn’t want to a drag a pile of enemies over to where the raid was stacking to rid itself of the fallen elf’s malicious influence.
For most of phase two they were playing catch-up, and Drew was beginning to feel the pressure. Because of the attendants, they’d been slow on the portals, and because they were slow on the portals, there were lots of adds to control, and Bloodrose was looking healthier than she should have at this stage in the fight. The RNG Gods had also decided to screw them, and she kept drifting towards the Pillar of Blood, which was the least dealable-with of the debuffs.
When she hit about thirty-two percent, Mordant succumbed to Heartsblood on his way to the theurgist, turned zombie-mind-puppet, and started carving up the raid.
[Lady Bloodrose] says: Mine, mine forever.
[Raid][Mordant]: shit soz
“Put him down,” cried Bjorn. “Put him down like a dog.”
It was slightly demoralising to have to take out one of your own party members, but Mordant disappeared in a hail of arrows and shadow.
That put them further behind on portals, which meant they had to halt DPS on Bloodrose until they could get the last one closed. Drew quickly scanned his raid frames, and it wasn’t good. Only one casualty but everyone was hovering at about fifty percent health, and the healers were looking uncomfortably low on mana.
[Lady Bloodrose] says: Must I do everything myself?
They pushed into phase three, and Lady Bloodrose descended into the pit, thorns and roses spiralling out of her body and filling the chamber. From the tank’s perspective, this was kind of the most straightforward part of the fight. He rushed forward to get her attention, and started smacking her with his axes. Morag was going to be running around dealing with the briars, which would be coming thick and fast now that the Pillar of Thorns was permanently active.
“Full burn, full burn, but don’t forget the barbs.”
It was basically carnage. As Bloodrose’s health ticked lower, the debuffs from the pillars stacked higher, and the screen exploded with briars and special effects.
Drew’s Heartsblood was getting into the high eighties, so he called to Morag for a tank swap, and she got to him just in time for Ella to reach the theurgist before she went psycho on the raid. Drew’s fingers were a little slippery on the mouse as he grabbed the boss back. It was a tricky manoeuvre to coordinate at the best of times, and even Anni occasionally screwed it up.
The raid was looking increasingly unhealthy, particularly with the healing debuff from the Pillar of Life, and Bloodrose had only just dipped below ten percent.
Bjorn: “Entangled.”
“On it…shit, barbs.”
[Lady Bloodrose] says: Mine, mine forever.
Bjorn sighed. “Get me untangled, and then kill Dave.”
“It wasn’t my fault, I was trying to rescue you.”
“Less QQ more pewpew.”
While they were butchering Dave, Prospero died from raid damage.
“Shit.”
[Lady Bloodrose] says: Violets are blue, roses are red, and as for you, you’re utterly dead.
[Raid][Prospero]: I fucking hate that taunt
