When I first started playing Warhammer Online, I could barely decide which class I wanted to anoint as my main. I usually play magic casters, preferably with pets. My second choice tends to be a hunter because of the pet. If I get around to a third character it’s always a healer. My choices from the Order faction were all equally compelling, plus I wanted to try a Goblin Shaman on Destruction.
I was consciously restraining myself from starting any alts this early in the game but that’s changed in the past week. I’m less anxious to start my alts because I’m having way too much fun at Rank 23! I’m now more excited about being Rank 40 so that I can be effective and competitive in the activities I’m doing now.
Casualties of WAR (COW) is a casual, Order aligned guild. Everyone is helpful and cooperative. The atmosphere in Guild Chat and on Vent is lively and humorous. I don’t know what the players are actually thinking, but based on behavior, all guild members are welcomed at all guild RVR events. I’ve already participated in several Open RVR events for Tier 3 and Tier 4. During last three concerted attempts by Destruction to secure Altdorf, I was present each time.
Uhm, did I mention that I’m only Rank 23? *Giggle* In COW it doesn’t matter. If you want to come and there’s no game mechanic to prevent you from coming, you’re welcomed with open arms. And it’s not just me. COW routinely rolls into T3, T4 and Altdorf defense with Rank 20-something players. Just last night, at the tail end of multi-guild sweep across T3, a smaller contingent of COW players went to help defend T4. We had more than our share of players in the low 20s with a few low 30s, up against high 30s and Rank 40 Destruction.
Our ragtag group harassed as many Destruction players as we could while making our way to Praag. Unfortunately, Pragg fell before we could even get there so we headed for Reikwald. While in route we came across one of our guildies in dyer straits. He’d been chased half way across the zone by a Witch Elf much higher in rank. We didn’t get to him in time but we gave chase on his behalf.
Little by little we whittled down the Witch Elf’s health each time we caught up to her. Whether inspired by heroics or lunacy I can’t tell which, our healer Eagleheal followed when our pray when she jumped off the side of a cliff in a desperate attempt to flee. Poor Eagleheal found herself cornered and died. Hmm, that’s just wrong we all thought and jumped too. Two seconds later the Witch Elf was dead. It really must have galled her to be chased and killed by a pack-o-lowbies.
As a result of adventures like this, I’m finding T3 and T4 too interesting to think about starting a rank 1 character again. Sure, I die A LOT! I get resurrected quite a bit. But with so few players in their 30s, it’s either all hands on deck who want to come, or we couldn’t make much of a showing. And if nothing else, we certainly do come out and make a guild showing. There’s an enormous amount of fun, hysteria and laughter that I’m not prepared to part with just yet.