Ok day 2 of my return to the world of LOTRO. Seems like a nice break from all that "frenchie not first" talk goin on, so heeere we go!

Well day 2 was a bit of a rollercoaster, most of it was on the upside but I found me new nemesis on the server and I thought I wouldn't find it till the third day at least! The day started pretty well, logged in at Esteldin, and went of to fight some hillmen, and I'll admit I got massacred quite a few times cause I just wouldn't take off the dps buff when I got stuck with 3 mobs. But oh well I've always been a tad suicidal when I know I can get healed, even when I'm the one doing the healing... Soon I was called in by a kinsman who wanted to go Troll bashin' and that seemed like a decent thing to do at the time. I ended up having a blast since we partied up with a crazy dwarf who never went out of character and was fucking hilarious. Pity I have such a shitty memory and can't credit his name cause he deserves it man. The funniest part would be when we all went to give in the quests at an elf camp nearby and they just kept on dishing out quests sending us to the same exact place to kill some more trolls, and he would let out a crazy manical laugh. Troll blood was about to be spilled again and he was definately enjoying it. We ended up killing around 120 trolls and then decided to give it a rest. So we all part our ways and I figure it's time for some RP at the prancing pony.

ENTER THE NEMESIS! Ok so I probably made a mountain out of a grain of sand with this but what can I say... the bitch pissed me off. So I enter the prancing pony and find a group of three of the race of men (trying not to say humans here lol) looking at the fire as if it were a TV (seriously why do so many people just stare into the fire in this game?) So I try to pull off the same routine as yesterday and try to score a few free beers since I still can't afford a whole stack, so I go in with my trademark "An ale for a tale" and a female named Carmelita (nice RP name btw) turns round and asks me in the thickest RP accent I've ever read (seriously really REALLY hard to understand, there were so many apostrophes between words I had to read it twice to understand it, can't imitate) "You're that guy that tells funny tales right? Make me laugh and I'll give you some beers". That really bolstered my morale "Wow the word is goin round cool" I thought, so I pulled out my notes and started on the drunken dwarves routine. But what do I get in the end? Half way through the tale they start to fucking snub me with emotes! They start yawning, emoting that they stare into the fire not even caring what the hobbit is saying, more shit. Seriously... how hard is to just SAY that "Hey dude we're not enjoying the tale, get lost." I can take that better than the snob attitude. So I stop the tale and ask "I'm sorry, am I boring you?" and the bitch starts saying to her friends with her slurry incomprehensible accent "Do you think I should pay the little git to shut up?" and they just keep on talking as if I weren't there talking the shit out of me. Man I was seriously pissed off but before I started spewing crap out of all my holes this guy came up said to calm down, he'd enjoyed the tale and he'd give me some ale. We got to talking and did a bit of RP and I managed to calm down. So after a while of surreal RPing with a mute elf that just sat on our table and bought us drinks all nite, I went out and did some auctioning checked my mail and ended up with 450s in my pocket, oh well at least not all was lost. Still I jotted some lines down to never forget my nemesis:

This is the tale of Carmelita the snob,
A burglar by trade that could bore a doorknob,
Some people are born with a tongue sharp and fit,
Yet when her mouth opens less words flow than spit.
Don't get me wrong, she was a burglar extraodinaire!
Steal the room clean of it and end full of hot air!
But her weapon of trade was not the most feared,
for she'd let out a yawn,
at noon or at dawn,
And the cheer would be everywhere cleared.

Aaanyway the rest of the day I spent leveling my jewelry (Artisan unlocked! woohoo!) questing around and even lending a hand to the lower levels in my guild (mainly a sign of good faith for when I need a hand with my book quests hehe), but had a pretty good time all in all. I even caught up with Laird HexDSL's toon (Lairdan), so that's another gaxxer I met ingame. Now it seems that not all of you are a figment of my imagination :P

After a while I decided to give the tavern another go. I went in and to my suprise the place was packed! Well not packed-packed but their were at least 20 people in there and compared to the usual 3-6 you see in there it was a suprise. So I hang my armor, and look around. I spot the guy I was with earlier sitting at a table and I go say hi. He was sitting with an elven female friend of his (why do humans always hook up with elves? so unoriginal... :P) and we started chatting. Then the guy tells her about the tale for an ale thingy and she wants to hear a tale. I was not up for the task of repeating the drunken dwarve routine after the earlier fiasco so I decide to try something new: Improv! So I ask her what kind of tale would she like to hear, and she says something about a Prince... Oh dear... and she wants pumpkins in it. So I started making silly rhymes and ended up telling the tale of Morton the Prince from Frogmorton, who was a smelly guy who taked care of pigs and a pumpkin patch and his parents (the kings) who lived in a castle were disgraced by him. So they go to an evil witch for a cure, they get a black bottle that don't know what it does, they chuck it at the kid in the palace and it turned into a bog, hence the birth of the frogmoore. The prince died happy and the king became crazy ole slappy. (All this much longer and rhymed of course) Lairdan even appeared for a spell but couldn't stay for the end. But the important thing is that the formula really worked. Improv was much more fun than writing something prehand and retyping it and it gives place for interaction with the audience. They can ask questions and you just answer in rhymes and adapt the story as you go. Ended up having a blast with it and I might just do improv from now on. After that, more quests!

So in the end it was a pretty decent day, found my new nemesis (REVENGE!!!), discovered the wonders of improv, made 500+ silver (only 500 left for a house!) and I dinged 36 just before I logged. The game's looking up! Who got the cookie this time?