I specced jerk.
Over the weekend, my mini pally finally managed to ding 79.
Immediately after training her new skills in the Undercity, she hopped on the first bat to Hammerfall, intercepted my baby shadow priest on the long road to Stromgarde and — with a single swing of her De-raged Waraxe — netted herself an heirloom mace (and two and a half Forsaken fingertips, which she promises to return to their rightful owner. Someday.)
Yes, that’s right. I am now a healing paladin — not a holy paladin, mind, because my spec is a mix-matched jumble of points that made my guild’s paladin tank (not that one; the other one) cry.
True story. A whole five minutes had transpired since the aforementioned transfer of macely ownership when my tankadin friend ran into me in Dalaran.
He paused. Inspected me. /Boggled.
“That doesn’t look like tanking gear,” he /said for all to see. “But that doesn’t look like a healing spec, either.”
He’s since taken to calling it SillySpec, and no matter how many times I protest that I FOUND IT ON THE INTERNETS, he won’t stop giggling.
It’s disconcerting, really.
In my defense, I was looking for a deep holy build. Since several all three of my guild’s dedicated PvPers were online at the time — including our powerhouse of an arena-flavored ret — I asked in guild chat for advice.
“WTB holy spec, PST.”
The shadow priest-turned-warlock responded: “Put all of your points in prot.”
I thought he was joking until the the frost mage-turned restokin chimed in: “Yeah, prot paladins are jerks in battlegrounds. You should totally spec jerk.”
And so … I did.
Eventually, my BG partner — the raiding rogue and warrior twink who inspired this craziness in the first place — logged on, and we decided to put our Saronite-clad duo through their paces in Warsong Gulch.
I’ll let you know how that turns out. We’re still trying to master the “queuing for the same battleground at the same time” achievement. Who knew that WSG had attunements?