Midnight at the Oasis
It has been one of THOSE weeks. The wonderful thing is though that I can blame some of the problems on my characters. My failed Mage Banker made a stupid mistake. I was feeling sorry for my neglected Shaman and thought maybe I’d want to play her if I could upgrade some of her gear to an appropriate level for Dread Wastes.
I tasked the Banker with this mission, procure at least one decent Shaman weapon. Simple, yes? Well, Banker Mage saw a suitable weapon, bought it, retrieved it from the mail and then saw she had clicked on the wrong weapon and paid 4,000 gold for it. I told her one more mistake like that and it’s back to the big scary world for her. That got her attention.
And then irl I grabbed the leash of a very large runaway dog to keep it from scaring an approaching woman and her dog. It’s amazing the momentum a German Shepard can build up in a very short time, ouch. So I pranged my shoulder all out of whack. This reduced me to one-handed typing which makes almost EVERYTHING I do nearly bloody impossible.
I’m reduced to activities like logging into Neverwinter every once in a while to level professions. I can manage that. So I was feeling grumpy and sorry for myself.
Then Matty’s perfectly timed post! The elusive Coilfang Stalker is now mine! Matty and Señor had kicked that Lady Vashj’s butt and wrestled it from her cold, dead hands! And a Tainted Waveling to boot! It’s like those two are psychical or something! I cheered right up.
Thank you both so much!