Confessions: That's what a Priest does.

Forgive me father for I have sinned. I took the easy way out when it came time to play my first real clothie. My confession for today: I've had a warlock for a long time now. I know, I made it seem like all I had ever played was plate, other than many disastrous alt rolls that ended after ten levels of constant deaths and mana guzzling. My alt graveyard would be a sad place indeed. Here's the thing, I don't see my lock as a true clothie. She's tough, she had a built in tank with Big Blue and once she outgrew him, she became a cloth tank. Mana issues? My lock doesn't know what that means; she has a mana battery following her around in the form of a so-ugly-he's-cute Felhunter. Dark Pact is a mage's wet dream. So, I felt like locks were in some sort of category all their own: most definitely a cloth wearer,but with comparable survivability to higher armor types. My mage pees her pretty little robes when she gets ambushed by more than three mobs (frost nova + blink, anyone?), but my lock laughs in their faces, DoTs them up and burns them down with her typical Blood Elfish indifference. Ok, so I cheated with my first cloth wearer. Honestly, I had no idea they were so hard to kill when I rolled one.

There are four players that factor heavily into the next chapter of my WoW life. Charl and Ojetheonly (Oje), who are mages in my guild, and Ometreis (Ome) and Drsilver (Silver), who are priests in my guild. Once Koco hit 80 and started running heroics and raids, I got to learn a lot more about the other classes in WoW and what they could really do in end game content. In my first Naxx run, Silver threw up a raid warning "I MELT FACE", which confused me. Priests were only good for healing, right? How wrong I was. My jaw dropped and I forgot to push a few buttons as I watched Silver blow up my Recount. From that day on, I coveted shadow priests but I had no desire to actually level one. My attention then shifted to the mages in our guild, who were also making me cry in a corner when the raids were done and they had pulled 2-3K more than my pally. By this point, I had quite a few Emblems of Triumph and Stone Keeper Shards lying around with nothing better to do so I bought myself some Heirloom pieces and set out on a personal challenge: to level a mage. I figured when the going got tough, I could get a few levels in through instances (my transition from PUG phobia to merely PUG reluctance could be a whole new blog). I fell in love with the relative hardiness of the frost spec and slogged my way to 20, when my mage world then became a lot happier. She's now 52 and doing fine, but very very boring. Her greatest achievement to date: teaching me that I can level a (true) clothie.