So the idea of posting and redoing all of my awesome guides in a prompt and quick fashion? Totally not happening.
My workload, despite my fabulous ability to do anything, is actually far too large to leave hanging. I will NOT be updating as frequently as I would have liked, but that’s just what happens when you’re being fabulous everywhere.
So please don’t expect daily posts, or even 3 times a week. Maybe 1-2 posts, tops. And that will do, because otherwise I would die.
So stay tuned, but be prepared for some wait times.
I’ve made a few alts, and while I was running lowbie dungeons and the like, I ran into several fledgling hunters. Aren’t they adorable? Trying out the new pets, the shots… everything they did was new to them. The thing is, they didn’t know how to spec, gear, or do anything.
I figure that, as a primarily BM hunter site, I should show people How To BM properly. This is going to take a long time to do, due to classes and such, but with time and great fabulousness I will manage!
So, to whet everyone’s appetite, I will show you what I think is the best possible way to spec your BM hunter for PvE Damage! Next time, I will go through the first half of the reasoning why I picked these!
Most of us experienced folks know exactly what Beast master hunters are. We’ve been around the block, tried the rides, and have settled on the one that we like.
Some people are new to this game, however, and I feel like it’s my obligation and privilege of educating the Cata and Wrath babies as to what exactly is a hunter, and what it means to be a beastmaster.
So why don’t we start at the obvious beginning, with the question of all questions: what is a hunter? What is our purpose? And why are we so awesome?
WHAT IS A HUNTER? Blizzard defines a hunter as a powerful ranged attacking class with pets to help dish out pain, traps to control the flow of battle, and… they have an easy time soloing.
In essence, they’re right. We do massive quantities of sustained ranged DPS (Damage Per Second) to kill things dead. Our pets help us. Our traps can burn, poison, slow, and even freeze opponents. And yes, we’re excellent soloers due to our personal tank.
The problem is, it’s a very basic description. Hunters aren’t just that, and if we were, we’d be no better than warlocks, crafty, smelly, overblown sheets of tissue that they are. Hunters can perform a huge variety of roles with all their abilities and skills. If there’s a situation, we always have an answer for it where another class might not.
Here’s a statement for all of you: we are the swiss army knives. We are the most adaptable.
Our strength as hunters is in dealing damage, but we can literally do everything but heal on a major scale, without the need to re-spec either (Suck it, Shamans/Druids/Paladins!). We can tank with our pets, as shown by Big Red Rhino. We can control the flow of battle. We can kill things as quick as anyone else. We can occupy and distract enemies, offering help to those currently in trouble.
The fact that there’s a saying that “all loot is hunter loot” is proof enough that we could do anyone else’s job, cause all they’re gear is our gear (It’s actually not, please don’t loot everything. I understand that spellpower LOOKS like it might help, but we don’t actually use it. I’ll explain gear later!). A good hunter can be of huge benefit to a group in more ways than any other DPS class could try to.
TL;DR: We are the swiss army knives of Azeroth, and no one better forget it. All the loot is hunter loot (Not really, please don’t actually think that.) and we can do any job anyone else can. Our versatility makes us strong.
SO WHY BEASTMASTERY? Marksmen focus on ranged damage dealing, specializing in the damage they can do. Survivalists specialize in damage and crowd control. What do Beastmasters specialize in?
So what a better way to be super versatile than to specialize in the one thing that really makes the hunter as versatile as it can be: pets. As a beastmaster, just about anything can be tamed, and something out there is the perfect pet.
Besides, picking one of the other talent specs makes you a mail wearing mage, and that’s boring. Mages read books, and do funky things with their hands. Sure, the explosions are cool, but what happens when you run out of mana? Oh no, you can’t explode things anymore. Boo hoo.
With a hunter, everything explodes, always, all the time. And as a beastmaster, you get a large, angry T-Rex coming out of those explosions to eat people.
That’s about as cool as it gets folks. And that’s why we’re so awesome.
The bar was nigh on empty, the dim light from fading lamps and candles casting flickering shadows across the walls. The bartender, a blood elf with long blond hair and clear evergreen eyes, cleaned a few mugs just to pass the time. When you’re a blood elf, you can just magically wish for the dishes to do themselves and chance are, it will happen. Whistling, the bartender turned towards the patron sitting on the stool in front of him.
“Now stranger, anything else before I close up?” He put the mug he was cleaning in front of the figure.
The man sat in silence for a few moments, his cloak hiding most of his features save for a mesh of rich, auburn coloured hair that fell out of his hood.
“Actually, I haven’t had a bottle of Pinot Noire in… two years? I’d like a bottle.” He paused for a moment. “… please.”
“That’ll be twenty silver coins please.” The clattering of coin sounded throughout the bar, and moments later the bottle was empty.
The man wiped off his chin, put the bottle on the counter, and smiled at the bartender. “You’re a super nice person, ‘tender. Mind if I call you ‘Tender?”
The bartender just shook his head and continued to clean glasses.
The man stood up. “Thank you all for the terribly soundless evening. It was soundless, like, without sounds.” He bowed, nearly fell over, and turned to the exit,
And collided with a Death Knight.
The Death knight’s cold, eerie and metallic voice chilled the evening air. “Funny, bumping into you here. Sit down and have a drink, it’s on me.”
The man shook his head. “I think I’d rather go somewhere else, if you don’t mind.” He started to make for the exit again, but a large, gauntleted hand grabbed his shoulder and held him fast.
“I didn’t ask.” Grinning, the Death Knight sat the man down at a table, then sat down opposite him.
The Death knight’s ice blue hair framed his elfen features, all perfectly maintained despite his resurrection. His cold eyes were the only real give away of his ‘profession’ other than a hefty smell of gore and decay. His armor was thick and plated, and showed gouges and scars of having fought fiercely up in Northrend against his former master.
“So to what do I owe you the pleasure of my company, Death kinniget?”
The Death knight looked pensive for a second. “Actually, it’s to ‘whom’, and a lot of people at that. First, do you remember Eldadres? He studied for a long time on where you could have been, and how to get in contact with you; and although he didn’t find a way to contact you, he found out a way to track where you were in a general sense. You went to universes I didn’t know existed, planes where I didn’t you could exist. What they all had in common were the elements. Which is where the second person comes in: Windpaw, a shaman. She focused really hard on learning how to find out which place you were in by speaking to the elements of that plane. So when you came back to this one, we knew you had come back, down to the second you came.”
The man shifted in his chair, not uneasily, but largely because the chairs were uncomfortable, more so than he remembered.
The Death knight continued. “Once you got here, we only needed to track you down. So, you owe Aifel here too. The instant you set foot back on Azeroth, he was on your trail.”
From the shadows of the bar emerged a young blood elf. His spiky brown hair did nothing to cover the completely uninterested look on his face. He sat down at the table with them. “Sup.”
The death knight continued. “Once he had your movements all mapped out, he informed me of where you would be. And here you are.”
The man smiled. “I suppose you got help from another old friend of mine. Where’s Colemand?”
The Bartender turned around. “Alright, now that he knows, can someone take this frivolous magic off of me? It tastes like mildew.”
With a wave of the death knight’s hand and some arcane mutterings, the bartender turned from a young blood elf bartender into a stooped, fearsome looking Forsaken death knight.
“Much better. I don’t know how you can all live with that crap all the time.” Colemand sat down at the table as well. “Honestly, it’s worse than being dead, and now I know both.”
The Death knight shook his head. “Well, no one said you had to be here Colemand. You could have stayed in your kitchen, feeding the war effort.”
Colemand’s guttural laugh filled the bar. “Hellscream doesn’t know the meaning of food! Cooking for his army felt like cooking dirt. I’d rather go out and make my own food. Besides, I haven’t made a Gnome pie in ages, and I heard they make them in priests now, too. If there’s anything more delicious than irony, I want to taste it.”
The man sat still for a moment, then looked up at the blood elf across the table from him. “So why all the love? I’m not the most important elf on Azeroth, not by a long shot. I wasn’t even present to see the downfall of Arthas. I’m definitely no hero of the Horde, and I’m certainly not on Hellninny’s good side.”
“True, but Hellscream does know that you got shit done. With Deathwing on the rise, that’s what needs to happen; but that’s not the reason we sought you out. To be honest, Hellscream probably doesn’t care that you’re here at all.” The Death knight clasped his hands together. “Look, we all know you left to search the universes. For a woman, no less. A gentleman’s move on your part, to pursue love; but it didn’t work, did it?”
The man’s face turned sombre as the death knight continued. “Maybe she died, maybe she didn’t love you, maybe both. Either way, she’s not in your life anymore. And now you’re here, drinking yourself silly from the west coast of Kalimdor to the east coast of the Eastern Kingdoms. We’re here to make you do what you were born to do. You are a hunter, and a damn good one. Maybe not the most practical, nor the most flexible, but certainly one of the best.”
The room went silent. Aifel sat silently picking his teeth with a dagger. Colemand starting scratching doodles into the table using a clawed, iced finger. The death knight sat in silence his hands still clasped in front of him. The man stared down at the table. This continued for what seemed like ages, the silence falling on the room like a musty covering.
Finally, the man looked up at the death knight. “I don’t see how a lot of what you said is your business. You’re treading on ground that I honestly don’t want anyone to tread on yet; but you’re right about one thing, Elnoriah.”
The man threw back his hood to reveal long auburn hair, tied to keep it out of his face, bright evergreen eyes, long elegant ears and eyebrows, and a large smile. He whistled sharply, a piercing sound, and no sooner had he done so than a large black wolf had bounded into the room and knocked the man over and started licking his face.
Me more than you, I mean. By writing this post, I am going to be putting a lot of memories, good and bad, in the past.
Yes, this means I am quitting WoW. I am putting the World of Azeroth, the lore, the game, behind me.
Apparently, this is a big deal.
After I explained to the Peon why I was leaving, his situation seemed to get worse.
But it pains me to say it. As you may or may not know, I do love this game. Or loved. I mean, I loved every part of it! PvP, PvE, exploring, the lore, the achievements, the look, the feel… every inch of this game was something I’ve been waiting for as a kid. I’ve always wanted to be the hero, to defeat my enemies, and to stand proud and tall when people give me praise.
Today, I’m typing this to you with shoulders slumped and head bowed, for I have lost my feel. The game no longer inspires the same feeling it once did. Not from burnout, no. I never suffer burnout; but I do feel like I’ve been playing this game for so long, and it’s been affecting me adversely.
For starters, my job hunt did not go well this year. I believe that if I had spent less time working for WoW than I had, I would be happily sitting on a pile of money right now.
If I was sitting happily on a pile of money, then I wouldn’t have the arduous choice of picking another year of school and therefore being successful, or work for a year; my course is clear though, and I know what I’m picking because I have something else I don’t want to leave behind. Not again, not for a long time, not ever. Some people measure success by money, some by fame.
Mrs. Klin is the most precious thing to me in my life. I had to go to school for a year, seeing her over Skype and talking to ehr every day of every week of every month. I came home to visit once a month without fail… and yet it wasn’t enough. It never was. Once I got home, Mrs. Klin and I have spent so much time together that I never want to let her go again, ever.
Mrs. Klin, I love you, and I want to stay close to you forever. To do that, I’m going to have to work hard for you, but I’m prepared to do anything it takes to stay by you for as long as I live.
Some people measure success by money, some by fame. I want to measure my success by you.
It’s weird, to know that your time with something you love is limited, to wonder if you’ll ever go back and see the things you’ve accomplished.
Klinderas is my finest achievement in a game. Smart, efficient, and able to beat the odds when it really counts. Klinderas is likely a name I will never forget, and a character I will continue to use throughout my life as an example of a good person, even if he was a little full of himself.
When I made Klinderas, I was modeling him after me. Tall, not too bad looking, and a little frail but good with a bow. After I made him, I began to realize he was becoming a different character than when he started: noble, active, just. A man who wouldn’t put up with bullshit if he saw it, who would help out those in need, who would hold the right people accountable for their actions and persecute them for what they did wrong.
I’d like to think I grew up with my character, and my avatar on the fields of Azeroth. I’d like to think I’m a little more Klin than I used to be.
Before I go, there’s a few people I want to thank for my time here in Azeroth.
To Eldadres: my man, you and I have been playing together for long enough that I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to play without a friend. Where my friends were busy raiding BT or quitting, you were playing right alongside me. We’ve earned our glory in arenas, mopped the field with our enemies in BG’s, and made the Bosses in raids and heroics piss their pants when they see us coming. We were a %$#&ing awesome team, dude.
To Dan “BRK” Howell: for inspiring me to become the hunter I became, and then reminding us what’s really important… hopefully before it’s too late. I think I’ve managed to do that okay, for once.
To all the friends I made in game: It was a pleasure playing with all of you, raid leading you, or otherwise just dickin’ around with you. I hope my old guild leaders have successful new guilds, that Gradii enjoys his new writing career and tanks his way to Arthas, that Hannah gets some shoulders to match her new chest piece, that Connected gets his Protodrake, and that the many, many people I’ve met lead happy lives.
Lastly, I’d like to thank the people I’ve met through this blog. Everyone I’ve read, who’s read what I had to write, and everything else that involves this blog… none of it would have happened without you guys.
Klinderas: You know, Colemand? We had a good run. We got pretty damn far, and did a whole damn lot here in Azeroth. Colemand: Indeed. Klinderas: I’m going to miss this place. Colemand: Agreed. So where are we going next? Klinderas: … No idea. I have an option though: let’s walk that way until we find someplace nice to stay. An ocean, some sand, maybe some game for me to hunt once in awhile. Colemand: Can there be gnomes? I’m going to miss them… they make funny popping noises when they die. Klinderas: We’ll see, Cole. We’ll see. Colemand: Will we ever come back? Klinderas: Maybe; but it’s going to be a long time from now if we do, so don’t pack lightly. We’re going to be gone awhile.
QUICK NOTE: I’m not done blogging, just done blogging about WoW and playing WoW. If you want to keep reading what i have to say about stuff in general, you can find me at Phil, Meet World.
You can track just about anything, defeat enemies who would crush most people, and control the wildest, most dangerous beasts on the face of the planet…
But you’re jobless.
Don’t worry though! There are plenty of jobs to choose from, and they are all unique. I’m going to outline and explain the professions you have available to you so you can pick which one fits your bill best.
GATHERING PROFESSIONS Mining
Mining is widely known as the biggest money making profession out of the 3 gathering professions, and this is true for most servers. Mineral nodes have multiple objects of interest: Ore/Metals, Elements, and Gems. As a result, a miner provides the materials for a lot (5/7) of the Crafting professions! That means there’s always money to be made.
Gathering professions also come with a passive bonus based on your skill level, and mining is not an exception. Being a miner makes you tough, and gives you a hefty 50 stamina bonus when your mining skill reaches 450. This is particularly beneficial to PvP hunters, but is good for everyone as Hit Points (HP) are just plain awesome no matter what the situation is.
One issue is that you have to track the minerals to find them in any number, which stops you from tracking important quest mobs or other players.
Skinning Skinning isn’t as big a money maker as Mining, but it does bring in the cash. You just have to work harder for it, since you will likely have to kill a large number of beasts to make the same amount of money as a Miner. Not that we a problem with killing things; we do that on a daily basis!
The reason why skinning is so awesome is because of the passive bonus, Master of Anatomy. This skill gives your character a passive 32 crit rating, which is good anywhere. Crit rating is damage, and damage is what we do no matter what situation we’re in. Erego, for performance sake, skinning is the best gathering profession for Hunters.
Another reason this profession is made for us is because we’re the only class that can track beasts!
Herbalism Herbalism is a good profession for money, particularly on servers with loads of high end raiders. Herbalism serves the materials for 2 important professions: Inscription and Alchemy. Inscription creates glyphs, which are in high demand at all times. Alchemy has many potions and elixers which are necessary for high end raiding. So depending on the server, this professions will either be very good or mediocre for money.
The bonus for herbalists is called Lifeblood. Lifeblood is an activated ability (meaning you actually have to use it!) that Heals you over Time(HoT). This HoT ability heals you for 2 000 HP when your herbalism skill is reaches 450. This bonus is a useful one since Hunters don’t have a self heal normally, just so long as you remember to use it. Failing to actually use this ability makes it a useless ability.
This ability is mostly useful to PvP hunters, giving them another way to hang on for a while longer… but not as useful as mining if you’re a beastmaster. Because your pet inherits a certain percentage of the master’s stats, the increase to your stamina from mining actually increases your pet’s HP as well!
One issue is that you have to track the plants you wish to pick, which stops you from being able to track important quest mobs and the like.
It’s a matter of Perspective The important thing to remember is that this is all a matter of what you want to do. There is no “best” profession for everyone, but there is a “best” profession for you depending on what you’re doing.
For example, if you wanted to be a raiding hunter, you would want to deal more damage. Keeping this in mind, your choice of gathering profession should be easy: skinning, obviously. A PvP hunter needs more HP or a self heal, giving you the option of Mining and Herbalism.
By knowing what you want to do as a hunter, it makes your choice of gathering profession very easy! If you don’t know what kind of hunter you want to be, then you could pick any one of these and make money from it.
Next time, I’m going to talk about the Crafting Professions, so stay tuned!
Well, after a long time coming, my guild has exploded.
The ground zero that once was God is AFK split into 3 parties: Those who stuck with Friedlichxx, those who followed Castrodemic, and those like me who have gone freelance and are back on the guild market.
To my knowledge, there’s only me and Eldadres who are going freelance, but who knows. Either way, with how good I am, I should get paid to PuG, be a mercenary. See the world or something.
I don’t completely understand why it happened, but here’s the gist of it: power struggle. Castro ran God is AFK by his lonesome, and then Friedlichxx was made co-GM. By the end of it, Friedlichxx was getting on Castro’s nerves and vice versa. This lead to an explosion after our (failed) attempt at Malygos 10 as a guild, for which Castro was not present (even though he did sign up). Many heated and unnecessary words later, Castro broke off and brought with him a number of friends to start anew with the same idea of a guild, but more casual still and with a smaller group of people. Friedlichxx is currently planning to replace them with some of her friends from IRL, effectively establishing her control of the guild and re-solidifying the guild.
Although both players are great players, I could not follow either. Even if the outcome was inevitable, the way that the split was handled by my GMs was terrible. Angry, bitter, annoyed, and altogether frustrated and vindictive. Besides… I had been lead by both largely in one way or another, and I have this to say.
You’re great people most times, you two, and fun to play with, but you aren’t my GM.
Friedlichxx, you’re a great player, but an easily frustrated and angered GM. I have been witness to multiple times where you’ve annoyed or angered your raiders, who then tell you so only to be the brunt of your wrath and (from time to time) a swift GKick. Castro, you might be a decent GM but you’re idea of a guild is a little too stagnant. I need something more than an occasional Naxx run, although I wish you the best of luck with your new guild. You also have a tendency to get annoyed very easily, and don’t really have the drive to push through a rough patch, as evidenced by this guild bomb.
Lastly, both of you handled this about as poorly as you could have, to which you have both freely admitted.
The really sad part is that this happened immediately after I stepped down as raid leader because of an unpredictable schedule. Although I had fun leading God is AFK while I did, I’m happy to be looking at new horizons. Sunny beaches, big waves, and copious amount of ice cold milk.
This does leave me with a problem: when will I raid? I want to raid at least once a week, and now I have no guild to do it with, and there’s no way in hell I’m pugging it.