The wandering wolf fights with friends.

Good heavens! yesterday
was quite an experience for me!
As I finally logged on to perfect world after muddling out some unnecessary business, I decided to take up some quests.

Twas the dead of night in perfect world and I had finally arrived in the city of the lost after countless hours of walking across the harshlands, barely escaping the colder climes of volcanic purgatory!
Now keep in mind of my previous adventures with the deadly yet deceptively furry and adorable snowhare! This day greeted me with a plethora of quests for the completing and I was exceedingly tired of doing them by myself.

The first I decided was required, it entailed finding and opening a chest on the northern gates of the city of the lost in under five minutes, to better test ones leaping skill, I barely managed this and even had to retry this annoyance, but I managed it without any further inconvenience and unlocked new sites for teleportation!

After this I decided to explore the regions south of the city of the lost.
The desert was nice and just how I remembered it, wellspring village brought me some new and exciting quests, one that involved venturing deep into the howling depths of wolf totem valley to slay some shining snakes and deliver their scales! Soon after this I found myself back in the nostalgic confines of the gate of antiquity near courage path, at least I hope that’s what It‘s called!

In this most hospitable of places I bore witness to a pair of barbarians dueling, their raw power and sheer strength seemed to make the very air tremble!
And indeed, the very ground shook due to their frenzied bout, the exchange lasted for what seemed like hours in a no holds barred battle royale!
One was a barbarian lion with a pair of war hammers called mittens, the other barbarian, whose name eludes me at the moment, was bearing the same, he was a tiger barbarian with an unusually large head, which makes me think that maybe the programmers are starting to have too much fun with item glitches? I later discovered that it was no less than the Big head pill which caused this stunning transformation of cranial proportions!

I soon found myself in the position of mascot, cheering and taunting both sides on equally, soon after the battle was done both barbarians turned their sights on me and we dueled respectively, first was the tiger, I knew his level not, but in the end the mysterious feline with the unusual head cold tore me down a notch or three, Twas all I could do to survive!

Afterwards mittens came at me, but this duel felt more friendly, and indeed, we soon found ourselves setting a relaxed pace as we slaughtered one another, he was lower than me as far as levels are concerned but I was having so much fun conversing that before I knew it, I lost the duel!
We both laughed it off as the sun began setting, I say began because it was still somewhere between midday, and evening, but the overcast felt like dusk. So I set off to slay some boondock chislers who had selfishly eaten the blacksmiths swine, and all was going well for me. Then I noticed a problem.

I was bored out of my wits with the battles beforehand, something was missing.

So before I actually got to the chislers I took it upon myself to find some allies and figure out the squad battle mechanics while I was at it. My first recruit was panda, a-well a panda barbarian. Shortly after I realized he had lost interest due to being far too enamored with the vermin near the town I saw the second candidate for recruitment.
Shwicher shweets, a lovely venomancer who swooped from the skies riding a manta ray.
Yes a manta ray.

I was so taken aback by her it took me a second to realize that the prey I had been searching for, had found me! And was tossing about some ice enchantment.
Thankfully she and her boyfriend mittens came to my aid and the squad began in earnest.

For the rest of the afternoon we slew countless-which is to say around fifteen- boondock chislers, and I even got a bloodthirsty adalwolf egg out of the deal!
Later on I dragged myself into town after being thoroughly recruited by mittens, who owns a faction called –my bad- and found, to my unlimited dismay, that the blacksmith was mistaken about the beasts who had so fecklessly killed his pig, the true culprit was none other than the behemoths of courage path, the bloodthirsty adalwolf!

And so I set off yet again, weary beyond words, after all I had just traversed half the continent earlier that day! To my shock and awe, I was visited by the manta ray riding shwischer shweets, who wanted to tag along.
And so we set off, to find at and around twenty of those adalwolves and put them in their pork slaying place!

I saw one and went after it. “there he is!” I shouted and darling shwischer followed me, as I crested the hill I found myself surrounded by the adalwolf, boondock chisler, and some breed of vipent.

I had unwittingly waltzed right into an unorthodox ambush! They came at me all at once! And I focused on the adalwolf, meanwhile shwischer took her time casting spells and assisting me in whatever fashion she could, only to attract the attentions of the other two monsters! As I tore the adalwolf to pieces I ran to her rescue, by that time I managed to strike the final blow and save her from being flayed, by the boondock chislers-well, flail.

Soon after the battle I found out that distributing potions is impossible. “hey take a breather okay?” I said, walking over to the ridge while she meditated and recovered her faculties.
She merely laughed out loud and took a much needed rest whilst I scanned the area below us for more adalwolves.

The path of courage, so named for its wasteland-like appearance, where the ground is as dust, and in certain areas, spiderwebbed with cracks, as though the very water was sucked away by the intense heat of the region.

There is of course, a crystal clear river nearby, deceptively blue and welcoming, no doubt inhabited by dangerous predators whose canines could be sharpened upon the hollow skull of many a would be wanderer, as swisser sweet healed, I stood on a grassy rise overlooking this vulgar landscape, so harsh and forbidding, yet welcoming to those with the desire to explore it. The sun bathed us both in its warm afternoon glow and I began looking for more adalwolves.

I had to pick out a target that wasn’t surrounded by countless foes, while I, being the wandering wolf of the harshlands server, could stand a beating from five of the fiends, she could clearly not.

Her strength seemed to be thinning out the herd at a distance, so my role would have to be finding smaller groups and smashing them to pieces while she took out anything around my target. After our break we went after the adalwolves, back to back, together as one.
I soon came to realize the awe inspiring power of venomancers as she took out countless foes and her froggy even killed an adalwolf on its own, scary! I espied an adalwolf and rushed to bring it down, only to be surrounded by five foes, adalwolf notwithstanding, my first words were, and I quote. “aw ****” and so ends the lengthy tale of wolfenblood.

…..is what I would like to say but thankfully shwischer sweets took down most of the villains for me whilst I and froggy focused our strength on the foe before us. We soon took down all of the adalwolves and the day ended as my quest reward was finalized.

Level up!