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.

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……

Venting At the Auction House Counter

After another brutal evening in the battlegrounds, I did the only logical thing: I went straight to the Auction House and planted myself at Vynna’s counter like the mana leech I am. Vynna and I have known each other since…

Arathi Basin And The Self-Appointed General

Today in Arathi Basin I had the joy of playing with a true strategic mastermind. From the start, one guy took it upon himself to be our glorious leader. He immediately started barking orders. “Two defend farm, two go Gold…

Temple of Kotmogu And The Ball Incident

Temple of Kotmogu is one of my favorite battlegrounds, I’ll admit it. Something about the chaos and the orb carriers getting squishier the longer they hold the… it’s like it’s not entire my fault when they do die. It’s like…

Choosing My Battle Brother Over Conquest

By the Sunwell, my brain and my heart were at war with each other today… and for once, my heart actually won. Deowulf finally queued with me! The big orc warrior from the guild has been on the complete opposite…