I am trying to get Sia at max level so I can get her kitted out and dungeon worthy by Sunday. A full Master Huntsman later she is sitting pretty at level 66. So it was off to the personal story. Tybalt was a hoot! I loved the apples phrase he used when he was Demmi. Lovely apples indeed you naughty charr... And I liked to have really lost it when he charged in and bolted the doors. My apple buddy! I shall miss you!
Whom do they replace him with? A cabbage with a sword gifted to him from the Pale Tree. Where the heck is my sword? Where the heck is my Rally the frickin Troops Speech? Them first born bastards are a talkative lime light steeling bunch of weeds...*sniff* They took my Tybalt my funny funny Tybalt and replaced him with this guy? Time to make a salad!
After all the gift givings and future walkings were done, it was back to Cla-rw Island for some dragon toe splintering! It really is my first dragon type thingie, not counting the dragon in the sylvari starter instance. It had grubs, it had poison, and I wish I could feel a bit more than a pesky ant pinching my way to victory. Hence le epic camera angle in the last picture. *grin*
How about the other races personal story lines? And more grit-teeth inducing forced partner changes in the works?
|Please tell me that this is an actual ship we can command. Nothing says 'I am a bad ass pirate' better than sailing the Tyrian Seas in the corpse of a dead Mammoth!|
|Ahh yes we meet again, Toe of the Foe I Cannot See completely!|
|The best face shot I have of the darn thing that ate my Tybalt.|
|First Yay for Healing Spring! Second Yay for not looking so small and tasty in this screen shot!|