We were again forming up at the far end of the Lone Lands, in Ost Guruth.
Or as Garfinkel called it, “The O.G.”
Go on, write the lyrics for that theme song. I dare you.
Of course, the really odd thing about The O.G. is the propensity of the local residents to disrobe.
You get the usual assortment of quests, but then the reward is often the shirt off the quest givers back… or his shoes… or in one case, his pants.
I don’t know if the place is trying to ease its way into becoming a nudist colony or is just a front for the Salvation Army, but it was starting to creep me out a bit. I mean, how would the community react if I had the kid next door mow my lawn then paid him with a pile of silver coins and MY PANTS?
Yeah, I’d be on that Megan’s Law list toot suite.
So while we were waiting for the group to gather at The O.G., Garfinkel and Sigwerd played a few tunes for the locals in the hopes that it would soothe them and perhaps keep them from dropping trow so readily.
The latter was a three part song and we clearly left out the key part to the song, as things were coming out pretty rough. Or maybe we just weren’t in an elevator. Fortunately, the rest of the crew arrived on the scene before the crowd got restive or undresstive.
Our group for the night was:
- Earlthecat – level 27 dwarf Guardian
- Garfinkel – level 28 elf Minstrel
- Sigwerd – level 29 human Champion
- Enaldie – level 29 elf Rune Keeper
And it was time to do some cleaning up around the area.
Due to some mis-communication last week, we had to go out and slay wargs and boars again to get everybody up on the same quest. We also took the opportunity to knock of a few more Gaunt Men for Radagast the Brown.
We gave Frideric the Elder Stripper his stuff, got the next quest from him, then got out of there before he started talking about giving us his socks or underwear.
We then had to go speak with the head of the local Earthkin chief over at the Tornstones. They have their own thing going on there as well it seems.
Their leader looked like he was pretty serious about his heroin habit and hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since the second age. Seriously, you don’t get bags under your eyes like that without some serious issues.
And then there were the horns. We didn’t ask fearing not so much that we might offend as that he might be happy to tell us about them.
But he had a pile of quests for us. As with Frideric, we were happy enough to take his quests so long as they lead us away from him.
That sent us into Harloeg, where among other happy surprises, we began running into the next tier of crafting material to harvest. Dwarf iron, platinum, and lebethron a plenty.
There we found the local quest hub and spent some time gathering fungus and putting down the local wight supremacist movement. However the late hour was weighing on Earl a little sooner than usual, so after the first round of quests there, we assembled for a final screen shot then called it a night.
I thought it might be a good idea to get to bed a little earlier than usual myself. Then I spent the next two hours looking up parts and prices for my new computer. That’ll happen to you if you’re not careful.
Next time around, I think we’re going to have to take a trip into the Trollshaws. At least tw0 of us have trade skill quests to finish up in there. It would be very, very tough to get in there and do them solo, the mobs being in the level 40 range, but as a group, I think we can manage it.