Helping Out Others

One of the cornerstones to surviving in the World of Mirth is community.

When I first arrived in Mirth as a 1st level bard, the land was a fierce and deadly place. Everything seemed so dark and so confusing, I sometimes wondered if I could survive in such a harsh land. I didn't even know where the main town wass (though it was technically behind me). So as I slogged along trying desperately to fight off frail skeletons and dust mites, I was very close to giving up altogether. Until I met a friend (Derenule aka Belkar aka Cheeseling).

Since then, I have made many friends and have overcome many obstacles because of that sense of community and friendship.

While searching for lion components for Sage, I had a really hard time with my archery. My arrows just weren't flying far enough. Nahuris, a friend I met in the Desert of Mohrum, came to Mt. Zharim and gave me a large quiver filled with Wyvern Arrows. Now, because of his thoughtful assistance, I didn't need to become invisible to do a ranged attack on monsters.

It is people like Nahuris, Sage, Tekthief, Derenule, Stanwick, Maerghraine (and so many more) that have made surviving in this sometimes difficult world easier. It also builds a sense of community and friendship, which is a vital part of Mirth. In turn, I try to help others by example.

When it comes down to it... we all were level one once.

To The Talrim Hills

Sweeping hills blanketed in a cape of green and crowned with a large manor overlooking a virtually tree-less land... that is the Talrim Hills.

The gruff but friendly dwarf, Derenule Ironbeard, implored me to join him for a hunt of hill giants. So I portaled to him and arrived in a beautiful land filled with deadly creatures. Even the lowliest spiders gave me pause. Yet, the stalwart and honorable dwarf stood by my side as we journeyed swiftly throughly the undulating landscape.

It never ceases to amaze me how beautiful and terrifying new lands can be. The land quakes with roaming giants and trolls can be found hidden in the shadows of a hillside, yet this jewel of a province, which borders the an ancient Elven Forest, is a goldmine for gear. It was here that my noble guildmate presented me with magical armor that far surpassed my previous Apprentice Bison Set.

Though my sometimes grumpy friend can be a little rough around the edges, I never once forgot how he has helped me to grow and learn my way around the World of Mirth. In many ways, he is like an uncle or a mentor.

Dragon vs. Trinst

Have you ever seen a dragon raid?

Imagine a dragon, bristling with red and gold scales, wearing an impish grin as he storms the city's outermost gate. Not a pretty picture. Vaeikdwar, a halfling in dragonform, gnawed on guards like a dog would chow down on food. The dragon's trunk-like tail wagged in the air as its head burrowed within the gate's arch. The great maw, filled with spears of teeth, made grunting noises that sounded eerily like bellows of laughter.

The adventurers surrounding the gate stood far back and clung to the darkened hillside watching the slaughter. As the sky darkened and the air filled with smoke and brimstone, the dragon seemed to romp and dance with glee. As the dragon lifted its great head, blood dripping from glistening jaw, the almost playful expression upon its draconic face belied the unfolding horror. Yet, I didn't know whether to be terrified or to laugh.

With a roar of laughter, the great dragon soared into the sky.

Quick Stop In The Sun

Sometimes the sewers of Trinst get a little repetitive. Though I do feel the comfort and security of familiar surroundings, sometimes a change of scenery helps boost the spirit.

Sage, a friend I met deep in the sewers, took Duex and I on a quick trip to the Desert of Mohrum. I know I have spoken of it before, but this latest journey is still unsettling. Amidst dunes that undulate like a sluggish sea and wind that can scrape the skin of a person's flesh, we approached large bugs that basked beneath the sweltering sun. But these were not ordinary beetles.

A quick inspection revealed the Fiendish Crawlers as 30th lvl Barbarians. Far stronger than our mere 19, the white knee-high bugs would have torn us to shreds were it not for our companion, Sage. He dispatched each with swift proficiency and we moved deeper into the harsh desert.

Upon cresting a large dune, we saw a valley filled with what appeared to be moving mountains. But these were not enchanted rock or statue, but giants! As Sage battled the ferocious behemoths, Duex and I stood back, alternating between healing Sage and hammering the giants with spells. Finally, after the dust settled and the booty was distributed, we made a few small stops and said goodbye to Sage.

Since I didn't have a party spell that would take us back to Trinst, I used a personal portal to return to the Trinst Stones, while Duex downed a potion. Our boots still filled with sand, we trudged back to the inn for a few pints, a trencher of food, and a visit to the bank. Needless to say, Duex managed to level a few of his classes, and I got very close to my level threshold.

Thank you Sage.

It's Tough Giving Stuff Away

I never thought it would be so tough to give free stuff away. I made a quick trek to the outer gatehouse of Trinst and tried to give some Fox sets away to lower levels. Most didn't have premium, and so couldn't use the set. I also collect regular artifacts and other useful items for new non-prem, but most kinda ran away.

Go figure.

On the bright side, I was able to help a player who started yesterday get his spells and skills up. I forgot how hard it was to find your trainer and to buy the scrolls you need. It's always great helping people out, and I just hope the good will passes on.

Journey through the Desert and Mountains

I made a few friends this evening. Saelwyn and I had a girlie party down in the sewers, met a nice adventurer named Nubris, and got to have a few more adventures with my other guildmates Belkar and Duex. Sage came by with a meat delivery from the Tahrim hills, and I gave him my meager collection of Rabid Slime and Bone Marrow. When Saelwyn went to camp, I got a message from my friend, Tekthief, asking me to join him in the desert for a "level rush".

I died in the desert once, and was a little afraid, but tonight I ventured forth a little bit stronger and wiser. I ported to the Desert of Mohrim and met up with Tekthief and Zogg. Tekthief is a friend I met the other week who has helped me train at Sholin. I arrived at the stones in the midst of a biting sand storm. We huddled behind the rocks and rided out the worst of it.

Once the air and sky cleared, we travelled to a vendor camp to speak to a woman about a key. We then travelled to the Pharaoh's tomb and fought all kinds of undead, both strong and merciless. There, in the bowls of the pyramid, waited a gargantuan snake. It watched us with merciless eyes, coiled like a spiraled tower. Our small party dared not go forth.

In the end, our quick feet and traveller's hunger led us to Mt. Zharim where we seen some 86th level Philosophers. I cast "Ghostly Melody" and we ran unseen through the sparce forest; moving past giants, bears, and spiders to finally stop before a windswept mountainside. There stood rock and mud golems, and we watched with wide eyes as Tekthief fought the clambering constructs. With a few bursts of lightning, Zogg passed away... I later died and was resurrected, thanks to the noble Tekthief. It was because of this day's adventures that I leveled on all three classes. A momentous occasion.

In the Sewers of Trinst

This morning, I was resurrected deep within the bowels of the Trinst Sewers by a wandering cleric. From where my grave once stood before Sarah, I battled rats and gigantic crocodiles. She said little, just stared at me with her wide eyes in the corner of the room. I merely shrugged and continued on my way. It was there, in front of Rhathro's chamber, that I met up with a friendly Shaman named Sage. We exchanged items, and indulged in chitchat before continuing on with our journeys.

Before I camped for the night, I assisted a young ranger named Macfergus. I helped him with some armor and weapons that I have saved up during my many adventures. As I watched the sun set, I reflected upon my day, and rejoiced in my tertiary advancement of lvl 15 Revealer. It is here that I meditate upon the day's lessons.

New Guild and Sewers

First Entry. It was a night of partying in the Trist sewers. Duex and I met a few new people tonight and had a great time. Derenule invited me to join a new guild... though I was already with the Rangers of the North, Derenule is a dear friend so Duex and I joined Guild Freedom.

We met Big V (in dragonform no less) and headed down to the sewers. Duex got to have a nice set of armor off of Rhathro, while I kinda poked around outside. I did end up dying because I trained my own mob onto me. I didn't know how to enter Rhathro's chamber and ran straight into the door. There, I was pummelled by 6 Crimson Guards, 3 Horrific Constructs, and countless Skeletons. It was slaughter. With the key in my back pocket, I died.

I don't know how many times I had to portal out and run back in, but at last count, it was about 6.

In the meantime, Maerghrain passed out coffee for all the late-nighters... and we had a really heated chat on OT. I also saw one of my former guild brothers, Stanwick. He's a really cool guy. He helped train me at Sholin the other day, and I got the quest item from the Goblin Emissary. Anyways, it was great talking to him, and I'm thinking of adding him to my friend list.

Duex also met another great guy in the sewers: Pinky. He's a monk/cleric/(ranger?). He partied with us and we faught crocs, wardens, and even the giant rat Willard.

Belkar, whose arm I have a fondness for, gave me my Serpent Chant scroll for Bard. Can you believe I'm a level 18 bard and didn't pickup my scrolls? I missed about 4 or 5... so when I went to the bard trainer, there was a bunch I could up my buffs on. It really came in handy down in the sewers.