Conan, Day Three

[pyat]

DAY THREE: SCORECARD
Jeweled Thrones Crushed under My Sandaled Feet: Zero
Lamentations of Women Heard : Zero.
Rowboats Stolen: One
Number of Converts Recruited into Impromptu Apocalypse Cult: Zero. But working on it...

Other Highlights...

Housecats Threatened with Hellfire: One


Bottles of Rancid Wine Purchased: Three


Mysterious Women Glimpsed by Moonlight: One.

I went on two solo quests, which involved delivering a bottle of healing potion from a healer to a spy on an island, and returning to her with a message. At this point she tried to recruit me to pick herbs to heal some grotty NPC I didn't care about. I decided to get down to serious roleplaying, and stood in the town square, warning everyone of the coming Volcanic Apocalypse. Whenever a new player came through the gate, I would try to attract their attention with a dire warning along the lines of:
"Do not trust the town crier!"
"Doom!"
"Death is coming to Tortage!"
"Turn back to the jungle, this city is doomed!"

I didn't get any nibbles, though a 65th level guy with a small army of monsters offered me a guild membership, which I declined.

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The solo quests seem all right, but anything that requires talking to another player has mostly thus far been akin to talking to high school kids on the bus...