Now that I've calmed down, I had to share my Gondria story.
To set the stage, I've been trying to tame a spirt beast – ANY spirit beast – for nearly a year with absolutely no luck. To clarify, I've never so much as seen any of them, despite regular and lengthy attempts. Granted I'm not a camper… and when it's bedtime, it's bedtime. Even so, one would think I'd have had at least a glimpse of one after so long.
So last night I'm stoicly pushing through my normal routine, making the circuit of spawn points across Northrend once before logging out. I nearly fell off my bronze drake when NPCScan went off in Zul'Drak at 5:30PM server time having spotted Gondria. Again, one would think after a year of waiting I would have every next step committed to memory and nerves of steel. I mean seriously, I'm level 82 for goodness sake, I've tamed a hundred beasts before.
Unfortunately, not the case. I dropped down near Gondria, still sitting on my drake, trying to calm down and take care of all the necessities, making sure all my buttons were accessible and whatnot. I was so paranoid someone was going to swoop down and steal her from me, I got ahead of myself. Deciding to tap her quickly so I didn't lose her, I fired a shot and proceed to escape out of combat and hit Tame. At that moment, to my horror, I see my current pet – whom I had completely forgot to dismiss – dive in and start eating Gondria for dinner. Panic ensued, a wrong button click, and an ill-timed bear add, and before I could sort out the mess Gondria lay dead. I nearly wept.
Realizing there wasn't anything to be done, I moved on with my evening and tried to bury my humiliation by questing my brains out to gain my next level. That done, I went to bed around midnight, and determined to start hunting the next morning and not stop until this wrong was made right. I was taking hunting to the next level. I was about to become a camper.
6:30AM server time I began my quest. At every hour and half-hour, I made the circuit of Gondria spawn point a few times, then spent the in-between either in a battleground, browsing forums, or occasionally popping up to Storm Peaks or down to Grizzly Hills to check for the others. By 10AM I was beginning to lose my confidence. By 12PM I was beginning to think I was nuts. By 1PM I had lost all hope for success. However, being incurably stubborn, and exceedingly ashamed to even call myself a hunter, I could not give up.
1:30PM marked 20 hours since I had so monsterously destroyed my first (and seemingly only) chance to own the pet of my dreams. Another few circuits proved fruitless, so I popped into an EOTS. It was a quick win, and I was deposted back in ZD over a spawn point at 2:01PM. I made one full circuit to no avail, but halfway through my second circuit, my heart skipped a beat when Gondria's alert went off below me. No panic, no mistakes this time. THIS time, I was ready. A completely uneventful few seconds later, I had my beauty beside me and I was ready to put this horrifying experience behind me and move on.
I can call myself a hunter again.
September 8, 2010
May 6, 2010
I am sooooo happy when stories like this have success at the end. They remind me (and probably all of us) of what it was like to have something go horribly wrong when adrenaline gets the best of us. Gratz, Kioni! Way to make all of us hunterers proud!
"At the end of the day, only two things matter: intelligence, phat lewtz and survivalfulness!"