Hello. What a fine day this is on Azeroth!
I am Iuncusia. (un-see-aa)
My initial seasons went quite fast. I was in a guild called Farstriders Elite. I was not sure yet if I would make it to my 70th season or take a tour of duty on behalf of the
As I dinged season 5, a duel flag was tossed in my direction. I felt I must take on the season 6 rogue’s on behalf of my guild. It was a long fight. I stayed out of the range of his gouge. Without the aid of my entangling roots (a season 6 skill), I was able to kite the rogue around the inn and moonfire him to his defeat!
It has been a boon. There are many knowledgeable druids in the guild. They also do not cringe at my glee for a new spell or form.
I was hanging out so much in my native elf lands I realized I was blending in too much. I wanted to be off on adventures!
Killing was … slow … er. I mean Hydra had that blue demon. I just have my own skin.
With great joy I was joined by a shaman. He told me he would not let me die. I would go bear then… kill kill kill kill kill kill. Until he laughed and tell me “Hold up Iuncusia! I need mana.” Then I would sit… and sit… and twitch to be off killing again.
This was a beautiful thing. We defeated monsters many levels above us. My plan kept us constantly moving to our next season. Unfortunately this had to end.
I was once again alone.
Figuring out how to kill on my own, watching my own heath bar. After some fumbles with some monsters, I was able to relearn how to kill without my shaman.
“How do these spells help me kill?” I repeated to them in much confusion.
Suddenly before me, out of stealth a sleek cat appeared. This well seasoned druid stared at me intently. He told me how there are many paths for a druid. A healer is one option for those with that calling. He laughed at my confused look and stopped the question that was going to pass my lips.
As he transformed into a great bear “These spells will get you to the next kill quicker.”
In delight I was off to find my next prey.