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 Wasted 7500 Honor and a Small Fortune Because I Can’t Read
I managed to waste both Honor and gold in spectacular fashion today. Impressive, even for me. I blew 7500 Honor on that shoulder pattern I’d been eyeing for weeks. Then I ran myself ragged gathering everything else I needed. The…
Late Night Research on the Mysterious Zhuljul
I may have gone full-on stalker tonight. After getting outhealed and slightly humiliated by the undead Disc Priest named Zhuljul again, I became obsessed. The man was putting up numbers I hadn’t seen and I needed to know how. So…
Dizzy Mornings & Void Bullshit
Another letter from Abeke, scribbled on crumpled parchment that smells like fel smoke and crushed herbs… Hey sis, Woke up this morning and the room tried to throw me across it. Void Breach is kicking my ass harder than usual.…
Shoulders or Gloves? (Send Help)
I stood at the Quartermaster for twenty-three minutes today. I had the Honor right there in my bag. Everything I needed was laid out in front of me on his little table. And yet I couldn’t make myself hand it…
The Mailbox of Broken Dreams
I just checked the mailbox for the fourth time today. Like some pathetic, desperate fool hoping today would finally be different. Oh I got mail alright. But not a single sale. All those stacks of fish I spent hours pulling…
I Spent Hours Crafting One Damn Helm And Still Got It Wrong
I did it. I finally saved up enough Honor to buy the Thalassian Competitor’s Cloth Helm pattern. For a second I actually felt responsible… like a real adult who has their shit together. I spent the next several hours running…
A Letter From Abeke
(Scribbled in slightly singed ink on the back of a torn map) Hey sis, You’re never gonna believe this shit. I finally got called to do a solid rated BG after waiting forever… I’m standing there all pumped up, blades…