Unwanted Commentary

So Trin and I had made our way to Red Rocks in Mulgore so I could speak to the Ancestral Spirit (oh, lord, I can't believe I'm blogging this) and complete a quest. We're both level 8 and we made our way there without much trouble, if you don't count my misdirection into the neighboring Barrens area. Once we got there it got pretty sticky as the little buggers guarding the spirit were all level 10, but fortunately Adam was there and he kept our back. The unfortunate part of the tale began on the way back.

Of course, I suppose we should have gone back the way we came, but that was not what we did. We struck off due west towards Thunderbluff and suddenly found ourselves in a sea of level 8 and 9 Taloned Swoops (flying birdie things), Prairie Wolves and Cougars. These are all beasts whose asses we can kick, as long as we do it in a one-at-a-time fashion. However, this was not the case and there were so many of the bastards that we were continually overwhelmed. The consequences of the situation meant that there were a lot of Barashakaw and Esmerelda ghosts running across the plain from Bloodhoof Village.

Our main problem was that one of us would die and then the other would stay near the other's corpse, I guess to protect it…go figure. So by the time the other got back the one who had stayed would usually be dead or so hurt that they would die shortly afterwards. We had this sort of tandem ghost rally going. It took a lot of cursing, but after running and dying, always getting closer, we eventually made our way back to Bloodhoof.

By the time we made it back we were both exhausted and I went to bed. This was a good example of getting a little too cocky on my part. Good times!