I may have mentioned it a few times, but I’ll state it again for those not paying attention. I like healing, no, let me rephrase that, I love healing. The thrill of seeing a health bar go from green to almost completely red and then back to green within a few seconds because of a well timed heal just does “things” to me. Things both awesome and terrible. But there’s more to it than that.
Now as I’ve stated before, my first character was a smelly ol’ dorf named Duegan who also a priest. When I originally created him, I just sort of arbitrarily chose priest without a thought to the class dynamic. I was aware that it was a healing class and assumed that I would most likely be doing some healing at one point or another, but I didn’t choose the class for that reason.
Now back then about 95% of my time was spent soloing with Duegan. I got to do some of the dungeons such as the Deadmines and Scarlet Monastery, but those were usually isolated runs when a friend of mine absolutely had to have a healer. I was specced shadow the whole time, even when healing so I wasn’t exactly the master of heals that I am today.
Then came Dire Maul.
Some may not know this, but Dire Maul was not initially in the game. It was released a few months after the launch in a content patch and for a time was the most difficult zone in the game. So one day I was putzing around in Badlands, working on getting level 59, when I get a tell from one of my friends saying that they were at king, their healer had bailed and they needed me for the final fight.
At first I was somewhat reticent to do it. I mean, I was shadow specced, I hadn’t run an instance since Mauradon about 10 levels previous and quite frankly, I was intimidated by it. But my friend was insistent, saying that if I didn’t come the group would have to break up and a whole evening was wasted. So I pulled on my big boy pants, hopped a gryphon (summoning stones were but a distant dream at that point) and made my way to Dire Maul.
The fight was crazy nuts for me. With me getting thrown through the air and everybody and their mother taking insane damage left and right. I seriously thought I was going to throw up, my heart was pounding so much. However, in the end we pulled it out in one shot, downing the King and grabbing our due tribute from those cranky ogres (they just needed a hug really). And then it happened.
Everyone in the group started talking about how awesome the heals had been and why that other healer, who had allowed three wipes, sucked so hard. I basked in the glow of their praise, feeling even better about myself when I revealed that I was shadow spec and we had still been able to one shot one of the toughest encounters at that point. Being level 58 when the previous healer had been 60 an unable to pull it out didn’t feel too shabby either. It’s honestly one of my favorite memories from WoW.
A few days later, unfortunately, I had to quit the game for monetary reasons and Duegan sat at level 58 for about another year and a half or so. When I came back after BC was released, he remained shadow spec so I could level through Outland easily, but soloing just wasn’t appealing to me anymore. A lot of my friends had moved to Horde side, but I was being stubborn because I didn’t really want to start all over again. But something was just missing from Duegan. Shadow spec and soloing just didn’t appeal to me anymore. I was bored.
At first I thought this boredom was from the priest class itself. So when I did finally reroll horde, I figured I’d try a new class and spent a little while leveling up a warlock. Eventually I became bored with that class, not really enjoying it either till I realized that it wasn’t the classes that were boring me, it was the soloing. Since I had made a baby priest to explore the new (at the time) Blood Elf starting area, I figured I’d level up with him. I was passingly familiar with priest healing and I knew that being a healer meant getting groups. So I dedicated myself full time to being a dungeon diver and healer. I had finally figured out what part of the game I fit into.
Maybe it’s a bit of narcissism or maybe I just have an overwhelming urge to be useful. At first I thought it was simply a matter of wanting to be able to get a group when I needed one mixed with the familiarity of the priest class, but since then I think it may be more of a reflection of my psyche. I can’t get into other roles such as tanking or dps, but healing has just always felt right to me. I can’t really explain it, all I can say is that it’s my role and I relish it.
So what about you? I know not all of my readers are healers, but a majority are, so what brought you to healing? Is it just because you love the color green? Or are you a superstar and want everyone to know it? What about those who aren’t healers? What’s drawn you to the role that you play in WoW? Could I possibly ask any more questions in one paragraph? Drop me a comment and let me know.