Got fished out of Palace fountain in Shar Vahl. Fur soggy and armour chafing. Must now hunt down fucktard who had the balls to giggle at my predicament.
Spent hour and a half looking for registrar. Had sneaking suspicion Shar Vahl guards sent me in circles.
Found registrar. Spent two hours running errands for registrar. Got stupid acrylic slate as gift. Wanted a new axe, dammit.
Shar Vahl merchants suck. Decided to make own armour. Spent next five hours looking for supplies in Shadeweaver's Thicket.
Died. Stupid werewolves.
Resurrected. Continued search for smithing supplies. Oddly, most supplies held by tiny tyrannosaurs.
Possibly single-handedly became responsible for extinction of tyrannosaurs.
Acquired materials. New armour made. Go me!
New chain mail starting to pull fur. Fuck.
-For
lupegarou 'cause she wanted to see more of my main character's adventures on EQ. I think this will be a series.