Welcome to Heal Over Time.

A sarcastic Blood Elf Oracle Discipline Priest’s diary from the battlegrounds of World of Warcraft, Midnight. Come for the salt, stay for the healer pain.

I Heard We Can Buy Houses Now… Absolutely Not

I’m still thinking about the Gladiator Enclave and the little room I used to call mine. The balcony, the training grounds view, the way Craze’s music would rattle the walls… it all feels so far away now. A couple of…

The Gladiator Enclave I Used to Call Home

Some nights the salt from battlegrounds sits heavier than usual. Tonight is one of those nights. I’m sitting on a worn wooden bench in Fairbreeze Village, tucked under one of the glowing lampposts that line the quiet path near the…

One Too Many At Wayfarer’s Rest

I couldn’t face Abeke’s couch tonight. Not after that last battleground. So I ended up at Wayfarer’s Rest. The tavern was quiet, the kind of late-night hush where the only sounds are clinking glasses and the occasional low murmur of…

Thankless Job: Healing BGs Edition

Some matches just leave you feeling hollow. Just finished another random battleground that felt like herding drunk cats through a slaughterhouse. We barely won, but you’d never know it from the way my teammates acted afterward. I spent the whole…

One Warrior, One Night, Zero Brain Cells

Light’s mercy, what the actual fuck is wrong with me? I’d just finished another miserable random battleground. Twenty-five minutes of chasing idiots who thought mid meant running straight into the enemy like they had a death wish. My robes reeked…

Waiting on a Ghost Tailor

I’m in a mood. The heavy kind where everything feels like too much and nothing feels like enough. I finally worked up the nerve to fix my shoulderpad disaster. After all the blood and sweat I poured into the battlegrounds……