LotRO: I contemplate begging
It was time for my Guardian, Mike’s Lore-Master, and Mark’s Minstrel to move out of Ered Luin, we were 14 and the pickins were getting a bit slim. We’ve been working the zone for a good while now and we’ve seen about everything there is to see. Before we left though, Mark and I needed to finish our Epic Prologue quests. Who knows where those things lead, but they are “Epic” so you’ve got to give them some respect. I didn’t know if Mike’s toon, being human, could join our Dwarfs in the quest-instance, he could. We did three or four instances, they were fairly easy geared more for level 12s, then headed for BreeLand, which, as luck would have it, was both out goal and the next location for our Epic Prologue.
Mike tracked down the beginnings of his Epic prologue in Combe, BreeLand. He was able to work through the lower ones himself. I joined him for a couple with my Champion and we were able to sync up all our Epic Prologues Friday. We worked a few quests in Old Forest, but eventually got lost trying to figure out Chapter 10: Into the Barrow-Downs. Old Forest, a maze, is really starting to piss me off. I hate wandering around trying to find some clown, especially with the group - we are on the clock here you know. Eventually, we gave it up and headed to Northern Bree-Fields to kill orc, or what ever they are. We found a large camp and worked our way to a cave entrance, but it wouldn’t let us in, we weren’t qualified. We ended in North Downs where we killed one level 20 mob before camping.
Mike and I had parked our Saturday Hunters in Old Forest in the middle of a different quest. We screwed around in there for an hour trying to find a guy’s pack. We eventually died in a bear accident. Screw that. We headed off to Lone-Lands to find fame and fortune. No fortune, but we did ding 17. The group toons all dinged 15 friday, so we all need to run our class quests. After that I think we’ll to move to Lone-Lands as well. We our a power-house the mobs of BreeLand seem unable to stop. We need a higher challenge.
My toons are all so poor. My Guardian couldn’t afford his level 15 skills, one of which was heavy armor. I’ve got to come up with a money making plan. I suppose I could beg. “Excuse me. Could you help a fellow out with a little silver?” Naa.