…which happened just yesterday.
Mr. Pike and I had finished up our Apexis daily and queued up for some random battlegrounds to work on our PvP gear, as we are wont to do. We did a couple of IoCs, we did some Gilneas thing which was basically a mini-Arathi-Basin, nothing special.
Then, finally, we got into that king of all battlegrounds, Alterac Valley.
Alterac Valley is not really ever the Horde’s shining moment, as I have previously discussed. We always go in expecting a loss, but it’s fine because I’m a huge nostalgia nerd and love AV and always will.
We went into this one and were promptly greeted by an adorable little blood elf mage in quest greens who had decided to take charge of this battleground and told us all to defend Galv.
And for some reason – maybe because we were battle-weary and never win this thing anyway – a ton of us decided to go with his plan.
So the battle started and probably a good 12 or 15 of us, instead of continuing northward with everyone else, ran into Galv’s hut by Tower Point to defend him.
The first Alliance to show up trickled in and promptly got destroyed.
More of them showed up soon after – there were some forty of them, after all – and eventually we all went down but not without a fight and not without thoroughly confusing the Alliance, who were now busy “making strange gestures” at us in response to our unusual tactics.
We all respawned at the nearby graveyard but instead of heading up north, we followed the Alliance south. We bothered them, hounded them like a thorn in their side. They had no idea what was going on – and frankly, neither did I, upon realizing that the Horde was taking bunkers and we were preventing the Alliance from doing likewise. Not right away, at least.
Our intrepid quest-green-clad leader kept offering support and direction in battleground chat. Much of it was unconventional, but as many of us replied in rather bewildered fashion – it was working.
Due to the nature of the entire plan and how odd it was, we did eventually run into some snags. For example, we eventually were all cornered back down at our home base. But once again, another miracle happened – the people who had headed north snagged Stormpike Aid Station, and suddenly we were all respawning up north.
At this point it was just a race to down the boss. I honest to god thought we had it but the Alliance beat us to it. Another loss – and yet it didn’t matter because it was the best AV I’d played in years. It was tense, it was close, it was weird.
All thanks to you, Mr. Mage in Quest Greens. May we meet again in the near future!
I was leveling a rogue late in BC, and did a ton of AV in the 51 – 60 bracket so I could get a sword to take into Outland. Every game was good, win or lose. At that bracket people didn’t out gear the bosses enough for the Zerg to work, and most of the people there knew what they were doing. Some games were won by who had better control of the mines! I had a ton of fun.
Sometimes I get in a good AV game, but mostly Alliance just crushes the horde. It’s unfortunate, because the D on Galv and back capping towers isn’t that hard and makes a better game. People just don’t seem to get it for some reason.