Yes, I went there. AND THERE.
Though she knows a number of people who are crowing about the increased drop rates these days, Thermalix ran Mogu’shan Vaults and Terrace of Endless Spring this week and came up weaponless yet again. She was at the farm afterwards, busily pouting and planting pumpkins, when she suddenly hit upon the glorious idea of SEEKING GREAT JUSTICE FOR THE POOR DEAD CHICKENS. Since she has no equal for leaps of logic (these things make PERFECT SENSE), she grabbed a friend and queued for LFR. With such a noble mission, how could things possibly go wrong?
There was trash, of course, but Thermalix didn’t care about that. They wouldn’t give her JUSTICE. The first thing she encountered that mattered was Mr. Jin “The Zap” Rokh, seen above. Thermalix was prepared in some ways (got a mission), but not in others (actually knowing WTF was going to happen). So Fel did his darndest to explain what was about to unfold … in a way that a goblin could understand.
You see, this place is SCIENCE. There will be water. There will be lightning. The two together can be unpleasant.
Thermalix gets science. Really, she does. She just doesn’t get why it has to be so damn painful all the time. She also doesn’t get why we’d have a palace with water and crap in a place with constant bad weather. IS THERE NOT WATER ENOUGH COMING FROM THE SKY??
Anyway, then came Horridon. He also had a buddy, but Therm doesn’t remember that guy. This is mostly because next to the shining beacon of awesomesauce that is Horridon the Horrible, anybody short of a god would fade into nothingness. He was THERE – but he didn’t matter.
I don’t really remember why, exactly, I thought Therm could escape through a door. I might’ve had some idea of cowering in a small opening that Horridon could not get himself into. Unfortunately, pretty much all the doors are locked, busted or filled with trolls who would rather you die right here right now.
In truth, I’m somewhat thankful that Blizzard went with a direhorn for Horridon. If it had been a Devilsaur like Oondasta, I would’ve been in a corner crying, door or no door, trolls or no trolls. Anybody remember Sharptooth from the Land Before Time? He, other carnivorous dinosaurs and, for some reason, mummies (I kid you not) were the terror or my childhood.
Some day. But first …
Thermalix has this secret fear that Zandalari trolls go commando. I don’t know why. It seems like something they’d do, and she’d just rather not know that sort of thing. But so many of them keep showing up in kilts! They’re practically giants, and Therm’s somewhere around two feet tall. If her suspicions are true, she’s bound to witness something sooner or later.
Either way, I’d like to take those home with me. Anybody got a crowbar?
On to the council.
I was told it was a flustercluck, and indeed, the council of trolls delivered. There was some contention in the LFR group in regards to who should be killed daaeed first. Kill whoever’s possessed. No, kill the sand guy. No, the sand guy and the storm guy are equally bad. Ignore the hulk. No, kill him if he’s possessed. No, kill the female troll, she does healing crap. No, kill adds. Thermalix concluded that she didn’t like the sand guy, so she was going to shoot him. He seemed like the type to assassinate innocent chickens.
Being a goblin, however, Therm could not resist planning for the future once they were all taken care of. Well, she probably just couldn’t keep up the pretense of fighting for the sake of dead chickens. Real estate’s got so much more potential.
And lastly, she had to try something that she didn’t dare do while everybody else was still in the LFR – she went back to where the windy platform/bridgethings were, and she jumped. It seemed to be the most efficient way of finding out what was down there.