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.

Tavern Night and the Aftermath

I let the others talk me into it after a string of decent battlegrounds. “Just one drink,” they said. “Unwind a little.” And for once I didn’t overthink it. I went. The tavern in Silvermoon was warm and loud in…

Home Again, Sort Of

I stepped through the gate to my house expecting peace. A little Sunwell glow still clinging to my robes, my head clearer than it had been in weeks, ready to water the plants and maybe even finish one of those…

A Sunwell Weekend and a Very Important Letter to Abeke

I’ve been running on empty for too long. Between the endless queues, the overthinking, the gear grind, and everything else that keeps my mind spinning when the lanterns go out, I need this. A quiet weekend retreat near the Sunwell…

Vending Old Armor and the Weight of Seasons Past

I finally forced myself to clean out the bank today. The bags were bursting, the vault groaning under the weight of too many “just in case” pieces, and I knew it was time. But I didn’t expect it to feel…

A Quiet Breath in the Depths

I needed a break from the battlegrounds. The constant chaos, the random teams falling apart, the overthinking every cooldown while trying not to get farmed… it was wearing on me more than usual. So I stepped away from the queues…