I dump my character in front of the Harborage as the tea brews. I frown. So far all of my quests have been accomplished, with help or solo, but usually several levels above cowardice and lazyness. I squint at the screen as a fellow Tamriel dweller zips past me and grabbing the tea, pour it, sigh.
Fellow forumners. I seek help. My character, a v1 healer Templar, innocent, noobish, failure, does not know how to kill big MB. Throughout her innocent and cowardly life most of her foes have been met severely outranked. I'm talking about 47 destroying 42s and at v1 going ahead to slay Mannimarco as easy as eating the too soft peach in the fridge. It's easy and sweet.
But then my character, chubby as she is, stands in front of the exit of the Hollow city in Coldharbour, gulps, freezes in her spot and trembles.
She does not feel confidence, she does however feel fear, and I, as her all encompassing omnipotent indicator find myself in a situation where I can't level fast enough, or even at all, to beat his great majesty in a way that her shaking will not be a hindrance.
Most of us forumners, possibly all, will tell me L2P and point at me and laugh (as I have certainly laughed at myself). In turn I am thus raising my tea and ask you thus
1) teach me how to pass MB easily while still upholding my status as an at least half way passable healer (which would probably raise my efficiency by about 20% anyways)
2) tell me how to level my character to a point where killing MB will not leave me quivering and crawling in madness and tears, possibly in such ways that I can move on to newer grounds
3) partake in my misery or gloat at your own efficiency
However, as I acknowledge that this does give quite a bit of a margin on how to be helpful to a noob in distress, i ask you thus: please, please don't send me into the slaughterhouse that we call PvP. The last memorable time I partook in such an exercise I was examining a quite exquisite butterfly when a quite large beast of an unidentified race (due to the speed of said beast I could only catch glimpses of a yellow crest) before I lay on the floor, half finished iced coffee dribbling from my also rapidly cooling corpses lips.
Any help is welcome, any criticism welcome, trolls and baiters welcome (unless moderator decide otherwise).
Tl;dr: I am a sad excuse of a Templar healer and have no idea how to kill Molag Bal
Edited by BlackSilks on 1 July 2014 21:20 I might not be strong, or beautiful or especially wise... but I am kind and I am unique, and that my friend, is more then enough for me.