Finally got back to LotRO yesterday, after a few day of conflicting evening activities. In the afternoon I did some solo play, learning about things on the short, stocky side with a dwarf named Frellin.
In the evening, Margie and I continued our Rohirrim Champ/Cap combo. Not quite as easy in the 10-11 range. First we decided to thrash out the crafting system to fulfill a couple of crafting missions we’d picked up (I was tempted to shout “Wood for Sheep” several times).
After that, we had a big mission up dealing with brigands in the northern Chetwoods. And … hit a wall. Or, rather, the ground, being defeated something like four times. Ugh. We’re still dealing with “scaling” problems with LotRO vs CoX — a group of four opponents, even blue ones, can be a serious threat, my healing morale abilities are fairly limited, and it’s way too easy to draw a crowd, with less-than-salutary results.
*sigh*
I note that, unlike an instanced mission setting (like CoX), the mobs don’t scale except to the general level of the population in the area. So a duo is under definite disadvantages vs. a larger fellowship.
Anyhow, decided to come back a level later, and instead pursued some mishes on the other end of town, including one that took us down toward Bree. Bree! Huzzah! The Big City! Garsh!
Found trainers. Hey! I have one of those goofy Heralds now! Yay!
Wandered about there a bit and … yow, the Prancing Pony! And … tucked in a back room, it’s Strider! Zowee! And he’s sending us on a mission (that we seem to have missed some prereqs to, but never mind). Investigate the brigand’s castle and find the source of terror! Protect the insane Ranger assigned to us as he lunges from mob to mob at full tilt and is immune to my morale powres! Rerun the mission multiple times trying to get him alive through the fearful brigands! Make some great progress, then during one of the Ranger’s few resting moments wander about to clean up the courtyard and get mobbed by a dozen brigands! Discover yourself outside Bree again and with the mission restarted.
*sigh*
Seemed a good time to call it an evening. Or, rather, I did while Margie did some quick research on the quests we’d been flubbing.
Frustrating, but good times.
I don’t know which was the most amusing online chatter we saw — the guy asking “Where are the trinkets in the Barrow Downs” (which just made me giggle — “Hey, let’s go to the Barrow Downs and pick up some trinkets, maybe a snow globe or a charm for my braclet, or even a ‘We broke into Barrow and lost half our party and all I got was this rotting t-shirt” t-shirt), or the folks who were consistently challenged spelling “Minstrel” and “Guardian.”