Lately I've been leveling a mage, since leveling is something that I can do on my own time and whatnot, and I've always wanted to play something that's almost the exact opposite of a paladin (I'm sure warlocks would make a better antithesis but they always struck me as wanna-be mages anyway).
I use leveling guides to get through old world content because, honestly, it's so confusing where to go and when. I was on the part of the guide where it told me to go kill some creatures in the southern Badlands, so I jump on my armored elephant (I wish I was exalted with a different city, I hate riding those things) and stroll down to the area. I start decimating all in my path, wave after wave of bad guys falling beneath my tender, cloth-covered feet, and I see it.
Anathemus, a behemoth of stone and what looks like grass, sporting a whopping 8.3k HP, looking down on me as if I were some bug in a dress.
The beast threatened to stomp my face in if not dealt with, so I proposed to the local Council of Magi that he had WMDs on his back and, after some intense discussion over whether to show my helm or not, I was given permission to go in and "take care of business." Declaring it a suicide mission, the council refused to give me back up. I told them to "talk to the hoof" and teleported away.
I return to the beast, just out of Frostbolt range, and prepare for an epic battle.
Evocation up? Check.
Mana Gem conjured? Check.
Cold Snap and Icy Veins off cooldown? Check.
I was ready to rock and roll.
Spells as cold as Northrend itself shot from my hands as quickly as I could summon them. The beast, slowed by the chill of my onslaught, lumbered towards me. I let forth a blast of glacial energy, freezing the beast in his place, then teleported away a safe distance and continued my volley.
Soon, the beast was on the threshold of death, but still on a vengeful march forward. I unleashed a blast of flame with my mind, killing him, bringing his earthen body to the ground with a large crash. Nearly out of mana and out of breath, I stood triumphant over his body and flexed:
After getting a mediocre reward from killing something that had nearly 8 times as much health as I did, I went to Wowhead to check his loot table. That's when I saw this comment left by Clashen, and my victory seemed for naught:
"Not immune to Frostbolt, Frostnova or Cone of Cold, very easy for a mage to take down."
Whatever, Clashen, just whatever.