Wednesday was a good day to be a Dwarven Death Knight. My favourite tank, and yours (if you played him), hit 68. After turning in a few quests, that meant Goodbye Outland, Hello Northrend!
Fireflint boarded the boat and hit the Howling Fjorde. Within a couple of kills he had his first gear upgrade (Of The Champion), and then there was just one thing to do -plant Ingvar on his Vrykul backside.
The run was a successful one (not just because I’ve now got a shiny axe waiting for me at 70), but I say that with hesitation. My group consisted of a 78 Hunter, 80 Paladin, 80 Feral Druid, and 80 Hunter. They could have quiet easily cleared the place without me. This was not, as you might think, a case of me getting carried. These are friends that were willing to come along and show patience as I tried to truly run the show as a tank for the third time since I rolled Flint.
Granted, there’s no way I could keep up with four people who were 10 levels (or more) above me, but I did manage to hold my own in some cases. I needed to get a feel for getting aggro and keeping it. Some cases I did well, and others they just couldn’t hold back.
Based on this scenario, the group had all good things to say about how I performed. I feel if I can establish aggro with a group that much more powerful than me, I should be ok with a proper group. Of course, with a proper group, there’s no way I could’ve attempted that run.
Since I’m getting into territory where we have some guildies in the low 70’s, I can see more appropriate grouping and that’s where I will really see where I’m at.