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So I am what the oldies
call a newbie. Ok I can handle that it makes sense, but hold on I'm standing in
a tea room. Hmmm not a Tavern nor Inn, not even a smelly dungeon but a Tea room.
I'm sure the Hobit was never like this?
So after wondering quite
what to do I suddenly see someone sipping tea so why not I'll do that. Ahh! 1
point. Well with my new found confidence I decide to take that north exit (well
it is the only exit or is it? ).
Great I'm now in the open
air and on a road as well. I presume the road leads somewhere so I just follow.
About 1hr passes and within
that time I am able to speak to people and have some idea on what to do.
Basically get objects and throw them into the swamp. Luckily the swamp is one
place I do know how to get to. And so with a few trips to the swamp I am now
morloc the protector.
Sadly though my confidence in my abilities overtook my actual ability
and with the speed of ignited methane I am Morloc the charcoal. (Its obvious
once you've done it!). But wait I can continue again from the tea room with the
same points, although ok I'm not carrying that coal I found but what would I
want with a lump of coal! (ok I apologize to the wizzies it wasn't the coal it
was the drum- I couldn't help myself - sorry).
Interlude over! Tale
continues....
And so the quest continues
with the knowledge that I could die but I can continue where I left off. Its a
great concept but a totally wrong one which I discover when out of chance I run
into an ogre. Ok I'm dead again but this time its deleting my persona..No!.
Morloc is no longer.....but but hmmmm.
With the ease of my demise
I now realize this is going to be a long trek and so tomorrow is another day and
who knows I might just find that dam drum again!
And so I close my
book, dim my lantern and finish off that ginger beer (memo to morloc: remember
to raid the summer house again. Beer stock very low plus I must stop inviting
Seamus round and he still owes me 2 groats for that cream for his rash). See ya
next time and remember a lump of coal is not just for Christmas, its for
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