Bored. Trapped. Forsaken. Woe is me.
Day 3: Again today I observed the Deadwoods Furbolgs wandering around. They don’t seem to eat.. or drink or make merry. I am also unable to locate their females. I’m stuck by the idea that maybe some of them -are- females but I have no way to confirm this. I kill them.. they wander around. I round them up and kill them.. they wander around. I empty out their tiny little lean-toos.. they come back.. and they wander around.
The biggest one in the southern camp fears me away. I run screaming and they chase me. I fail to see the point of why they chase me if they feared me away. Shouldn’t they be running (fear, run away) or dotting me (dot, dot, dot, fear)? Poor strategy if you ask me.
Warriors, gardeners and pathfinders.. and yet the pathfinders never seem to find a path.. or wander away.. and the gardeners don’t seem to grow anything. *sigh*
Perhaps they are a metaphore… yes.. demonstrating the struggle of good versus evil.. and showing that it’s neverending. I wonder if I am the good or the evil. And if that is the metaphor.. what is the meaning of the feather headdress? A symbol of the impermanence of material goods? A visual token of triumph? A useless bauble given value only through trading?
I’m 1/2 way to friendly. Losing my mind. Tatia (48 Pally), Zaramina (47 mage), and Skrymir(50 Warrior) are grinding Furbolgs. Grinding is faster with 3 people. Still just as boring though.
One happy spot though.. Tatia is able to pull at range once every 5 minutes. [Cold Basilisk Eye] is finally useful.