...I have my own free account. I have a new character. I've already leveled up to five in the intro area. I'm even starting to sound like the rest of these online-multi-player-role-playing-gaming-geeks. Ok, not really. I'm still calling things a whosit and a whatsit...But I did find the second time through a lot easier. And I actually know how to use my weapons. Big improvements for someone like me.
Before you say "Of course it is, you dummy" I should clarify now I'm an elf, a girl-elf named Elemanie, because I'm just so creative with names; a hunter-girl-elf-named-Elemanie, because I like playing with bows and arrows. (I was told I had to be an elf for the sake of making a future fellowship). The intro-area, I've learned, for an elf is different from that of a man, which is Shammel's race. So, the quests are different, the landscape is different, and the stuff I earn is different. Even Jeremy said I had improved.
Maybe.
I think I'm just more patient with the back and forth, talk to this guy, kill these things, gather that stuff, and come back and talk to that guy again, train (but not really), sell off all your old things to the local Elven GoodWill dealio that is intregal to this particular game.
I still can't find my way around the map.
My character still runs like she's drunk.
Jeremy logged on to his 'free account' so that we could 'fellowship together.' Sitting side by side, he 'invited' me to be a part of his 'fellowship.' "Now, click this icon so you can travel to my dynamic layer."
"Your dynamic what what?"
"We're in the same area, same location on a different layer. You can travel to my layer as I'm the fellowship leader."
So I clicked and watched Elemanie teleport to the exact same location. "I don't see you," I said. "Am I supposed to see you?"
"Huh," Jeremy said. "That's weird. That's a bug or something. Shoulda worked. Let me log out, and this time you invite me."
Logging out and back in, he instructed me how to 'invite' someone to a fellowship. In the meantime "Fflyboy" decided I looked fellowshipworthy and 'invited' me. Being the anti-social kind, I declined. Hopefully I haven't crushed his elven little heart. "Now, do you see me?" I asked.
"No. This is strange. Must be a bug."
"What if we both logged out and back in?"
"Worth a shot."
We wasted a good five minutes logging in and out, 'inviting' one another and teleporting ourselves to the exact same location we were before.
"Very odd," Jeremy said. "I can see your dot on the map. Here. Press 'M'. See? That's me."
"It's like we're invisible. ooooOOoooeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhh...." I sang my creepy ghost noise, earning me a sharp glance from the hubby sitting to my left.
"Oh well. That's just sad," He said, disappointed. Frankly, I was a little disappointed too. I was hoping to follow in his shadow and avoid getting lost trying to find all these quests and people with the rings overhead.
"You should post it on the discussion board," a disembodied voice floated down the hall into the office.
"I believe you're supposed to be doing homework, Josh," Jeremy said. Turning to me he said, "Well, just keep going. I'm doing the same quests anyhow. Maybe it will work later once we're out of the intro-training area."
I returned with a non-committal, "Maybe."
Playing for another fifteen minutes or so, I noticed the time on the computer clock. "Dinner. We need to feed the children."
"Darn."
"Yeah, well, you're leaving soon, and they need to eat."
Jeremy sighed, "Yeah, I know."
"I'll tell you what. I'll log out too...and then I'll play again later with you. Maybe it will work again later."
"Maybe," he said, after shutting down the main computer. I logged out, logged into the blog, and began to type every non-exciting moment up before I forgot.
After all, it might be weeks again before you see another post from me.
He still only has 10 rows of crochet.
