Today we announced the end of the Anvil raid. I admit that even writing this blog post has caused me to choke up more than a few times. The illustrious panzer cow wrote once about how the Anvil had trained him to be better than he thought he could be. I feel much the same. The Anvil took a nubbly mage and made her into a good raider and, I think, a fine officer.
When I agreed to take on the raid leadership crown, I did so only with the acknowledgment that I worked for the officers and not the other way around. It has been both a frustrating and rewarding experience. I have tempered a lot of my angry outbursts and learned a lot about people.
But, I suppose it is the nature of all things to eventually come to an end. The appeal of ten man raiding along with the lure of guild cheeves has drawn people away. In addition, some long standing members have either changed their game focus or stopped playing all together. As the officers stressed and fretted over things in the past few weeks, it became apparent that we were fighting a losing battle. In the end, we knew we would not serve our raiders well to continue lying to them or ourselves. The stress of trying to make it all work was killing some of us, me included. We were done. And, as expected, Gharr and I turned off the lights and shut the door. Cause we’re both terribly stubborn people (though he is typically nicer than me).
But not all of it is bad.
I will get to do at least one ten man raid with people who are totally rad. There is a silver lining on everything.