Yeah, I Made That.

Sunrise in North Burb.

 Eromee woke up in North Burb today, ready to head for Embry Crossroads.  Looking much nicer in her duster, slacks, and high top sneakers, she felt ready to face whatever they threw at her.

Looking more the professional and less the scavenger.

I looked at the tag on her duster, and though fashionable, it places a debuff on one of her main stats.  So, before I sent her to bed for the evening, I made her a new jacket with better stats and no encumbrances.

This jacket I don't trip on.

Tonight, I tasked her with making several new belts and one long red glove. On the table for next play session is some wood scavenging so she can make a more powerful crossbow, learning the new armor items from the books she was rewarded, and finding some scrap glass to make mason jars for a quest.  Oh, and killing lots and lots of baddies for cloth, skunky beer, and dog food.  No, just for the cloth.  I haven't touched the dog food yet, and the beer?  Our little secret...

Fashion Disaster

Before anyone gets upset that I am playing yet another game, don't worry, I am still playing SW:TOR, Wizard 101, and occasionally World of Warcraft regularly.  It's just that I am out of money for subscriptions for this month and possibly next, so I am down to Wizard 101, where I cannot unlock anything past where I am in Celestia, since I am out of crowns, and whatever free MMORPG catches my fancy.  I remember I enjoyed the short trip I took in Fallen Earth way back when it was a new world to explore, and when hubby urged me to try it again, he wasn't really twisting my arm.

Here is my frumpy housewife clone, Eromee.

Matching zip guns is the only way to accessorize in the Wasteland.

Well, in this picture she doesn't look so frumpy.  Rather well put together in that jacket she ripped off a  fresh corpse.  Then, the crafting starts.  I apologize wholeheartedly for the mess you are about to witness.  

At an underground dive bar, in, uh, North Burb town.

A great jacket, some great gloves, and then those horrible cargo shorts.  Just like little boys from the old days, short pants for young players is the norm.  I logged out tonight with a crafting queue that included 7 rounds of crossbow bolts, a duster, a pair of slacks, a shirt, a pair of high tops, and a brown ball cap.  Let's hope this ensemble makes her look better than that old wrinkled kerchief on her head.  After all, a gal can't make herself known in Embry Crossroads in this get up!

Mutant Chicken Legs.

Love Hate Relationship

Star Wars: The New Republic is a good game.  There are parts I just love.   I love that I can go play with my hubby in the PvP areas, despite the level difference.  I love that I get these seemingly random quests to go neck with my "companion" while we are wreaking havok on whatever planet we happen to be on.  I love that I can be crafting while I am chatting up the locals and bending their will to mine. I love the voice of my "companion" Andronikos Revel.

Hello there, hot stuff.  Can we talk, in my quarters?

Then there are the things I don't love.  Hate is a strong word, but in some cases, it is the only word that really does the job.  I hate the loading screens.  I hate the cool casinos that I can't play games in.  I hate the auction house.  I hate the space battles.  I hate Huttball.  I hate my character.

I have a pocket full of credits and an itch to play Sabacc.

What, you say?  You made her how she is.  How could you possibly hate her?  Well, I decided to walk the path of the Sith and go as black as evil can be.  At level 35, Eromee Joora is dark rank 4, racking up the dark side points toward level 5.  Her once healthy reddish skin is pale and she has really ugly black varicose veins on her face.  Andronikos is almost as twisted as she is, and that doesn't make it any better.  I'm starting to hate choosing the dark side choice, when there is one.  And now, I have a new companion that should have been a Jedi.  A new conscience, if you will.  And still, Eromee will be picking the evil choices.  I guess before I do any quest turn ins or step into any choice making situations, I'll have to put her on a diplomatic mission and take Andy or the newly schizophrenic Khem out to appreciate her evil choices.

Alderaan, where, as Eromee says, "Murder and mayhem await!".

I guess there really is only one alternative.  Start a new character and go with the Light.  But I can't drop Eromee just yet.  She still is 15 levels away from the level cap, which means her story is not complete.  Will she turn so hideously evil that I won't want to see it?

Hopping on the Bandwagon

So, I'm sitting here, tabbing back and forth between my browser and a game, watching the queue number decrease soo slowly.  It's Friday morning, and I have about 20 minutes wait before I can magically transform from mundane housewife to Eromee, Sith Sorceress, or Shawndra, Imperial Agent.  The kids are slowly assembling to do their chores, and my phone is acting up so I cannot watch the queue and play Tiny Tower.

Eromee in Hammer Station.

Yesterday a few of my guild mates ran Hammer Station and attempted the next flashpoint available to our level.  Sorry I cannot remember what that one was.  I might if I had been successful.  The lag on my end last night was huge, and healing through lag is a skill I have not yet acquired. That, and I was grumpy because just as I was trying to collect a bio sample, they guys would start fighting, making it so I couldn't gather.  Then, of course, if it was a creature I was gathering from, by the time they were done fighting it was gone.  Gah!

After a few tries at that last flashpoint, I gave up and logged in my little Imperial Agent, Shawndra.  I got her from level 2 to level 5 pretty easily before I called it a night.  She is pretty fun to play so far, and I am enjoying  Hutta, even though I know I will have to say goodbye soon.

What is it with Wookies and broken protocol droids?

Typical Hutt Palace gathering.

Shawndra, clearly unimpressed.

Oh, I'm in!  More later when I figure out this game...

Will He Eat It?

Rowan Trollstalker and her latest sidekick, King Maddie.

In this latest addition to my blog, we look at a new (to me) mechanic in Wizard 101.  Apparently, if you receive clothing or decorations that you do not want, your pet can eat them.  What?  Well, I have Rowan standing by a pretty stocked bank, ready to see what the results are when King Maddie eats something.  In previous trials, I have received gold, and rarely treasure cards or reagents.  In Rowan's bank there are some special items, saved for that special little wizard friend when they reach the right level to wear it.  There might be some things in there from days when her inventory overflowed into her bank as well. So, without further delay, let the smorgasbord begin!

 The robes I chose first were the Alluring Robes, a level 25 bunch of nothing special.  King Maddie ate them!  Look below to see what he left behind.

The spaces with the confused wizard are where a treasure card or reagent would be.  Below that, there is a small amount of gold.  That is what King Maddie felt this meal was worth.  But what is the same item worth in the auction house?  Can't say, because they are a no auction item.  I should have tried to sell them to a vendor first so I would have a basis for comparison, as the wiki on both Wizard 101 Central and wikia don't have a vendor price listed.  Next up, Crusher's Winter Vestment, probably a best in slot level 25 ice wizard's dream.  Will King Maddie eat it?

 You would think something with such delicious stats as this would net at least a treasure card?  Look below to find out.

Worth just about twice what the last bunch of nothing was worth.  Very sad.  Haley Frostheart would have loved that robe.  Oh well, Rowan earned her own way and so will she. Besides, I think it gave Maddie indigestion. Maybe we should try something different.  A hat perhaps?

 The Hat of the Intrepid is another pretty yummy, but not necessarily best in slot hat for a level 25 myth wizard.  I sad yummy because Maddie ate this with gusto.  Might have been the tusks and leather. It was chewier than those flimsy cloth robes.  How much more did he like it?

Money was about what I expected for level and stats, but look, Maddie gave us a treasure card!  A myth shield that large is a nice thing to keep on hand.

I think Maddie wants something with a bit more crunch.  Perhaps a wand?  In this case, we'll be feeding Maddie the Longblade of the Homonculus.

What an oxymoronic wand.  How long could a blade for a midget be?  I hope Maddie doesn't chip a tooth on this one.

450 gold coins.  Well, I guess I cannot expect much. It's not like he goes out questing or playing the auction house when I'm not around. And he is only a teenager!  How about we try something smaller, like an athame?  I got the perfect one right here...

Stiletto of the Steward, a decent balance blade.  Sorry, Shawna, you'll have to get your own.  This one is Sea Dragon Food!

It must have been pretty good food, too.  The level was a bit higher, so the gold was a bit more, and we got a couple of not so common reagents.  Very nice.  Thanks Maddie!  One more piece before we go.  How about an old ring I forgot to vendor?

 I'm pretty sure this was a quest reward.  I'm not going to bother looking it up.  It's been in my bank so long, I'm wondering if it was in the stuff I packed up when Rowan moved to her Massive Fantasy Palace. Whatever, here Maddie, clap for a treat?

Good boy!  What a nice bit of gold for that old ring, and a treasure card that, though low level, is worthwhile. I think you can use that one in a pet food recipe!








I am glad to see that this may be a worthwhile way of disposing of that unwanted unusable vendor trash that clutters up our bags, instead of having to run to Wizard City every time our bags overflow.  I just wish Maddie got something out of it, too.  Like maybe a stat boost. Boots for agility, robes for stamina, hats for intelligence, weapons for power?  Maybe I'm over thinking this.  I'm going to go take care of the rest of my Thanksgiving dinner, now that Maddie has had his.  Happy Turkey Day, everyone!