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Windy, you were right. I admit that. I am not fully versed in the operational guidelines and inner workings of the Kobold conveyance and some mistakes were made. I did underestimate the turning radius, that is for sure. And true, I did become rather giddy with the need to go faster. It may have also been a mistake to push all the pretty colored buttons at once.

The craft is now marooned and the natives are quite hostile. I believe they are coming to discuss compensations for the actions I have taken here today.

Fear not, my carefully honed negotiating tactics will set things right.

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• Telethon of the Avatar. Free Gifts. Final Day of 15%
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• Looking for Love in the City of the Dead
• Behold the Power and Might of the Fire Chicken!
• Dev Hangout – Chris Spears, Richard Garriott – PvP and PvE
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• Art Time with Stephen Daniele
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Windy, I must admit to being at a loss as to what this strange conveyance may be, but it causes quite a tingle to be sure. I don’t know what it is, or what it is to be used for, but now that I have laid eyes upon it, I cannot imagine life without such a trinket.

That formidable extension in the front looks quite bitey. The troll will get quite a nasty surprise when we roll into Nightshade Pass aboard this craft.

Quick, let us see if I have left any of those Kobold dragoons alive and see how many sacks of gold we must hand over in order to take possession. Since we have caused so much damage and loss of life, we may not be in a good bargaining position.

Windy! What is this I see before me? It’s glorious! It’s breathtaking! It’s blue!

I must take possession, regardless of cost. Well, not regardless of cost. Let’s be sensible now. I’m willing to pay a fair price, but if things get out of hand, I’m just as at ease with looting.

Are any of the Kobolds left alive to negotiate with us? If not, then Windy, you shall navigate and I shall steer.

More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia

• Searching for the Foreman in the Broken Echoes Silver Mines
• There’s always something nefarious in the swamp
• Absconding with the supply wagon
• Behold! The Craft Signal!
• Is there no end to this blight?
• It’s the pirate’s life for me!
• Conjuring Woody, the tamable Chest Mimic to help me take a bite out of the Thugs of wherever the heck I am
• Hello little gremlin!
• Economic Collapse of the Graff Gem Mines
• The Battle of Solace Bridge in Shroud of the Avatar Release 11

We must tread carefully, Windy. Or in your case, hover and float carefully. Who knows what lies up ahead. I have come to distrust things that emit a glow in the dark because they are surrounded by pools of radiant light that have no source or end.

Let us approach with great care and caution. My keen senses as an adventurer are tingling. Or I might be hungry, hard to tell at this juncture.

Nope. Absolutely not. I will not open that chest. This is clearly a trap. That swirling pool of mist will extricate the life right out of us and cast us aside as desiccated husks. That is not a chest to be tampered with. I knew this was would be fraught with peril. I should have listened to the warnings of all the skeletons we crushed while trying to get in here.

More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia

• I believe I have a mandrake problem
• I’m not a bore, I went boar hunting. Big difference
• The Challenge Dungeon Run
• The Barrens, an Oasis, the Portal of Death
• I do my best to fill Oba’s leggings
• An ill wind blew in Braemar
• Where does this track lead to?
• Veimor in West Ravenswood, a strange mist in Deep Ravenswood and the Bones of a Beast in Shroud of the Avatar Release 12
• Log rides in Upper Fortus
• Fit in mind and body

Well, my little Mud Pie, it may not be a true crossroads of life, but I am curious to where these tracks may lead us. Do we go left or right? What awaits? Fortune and glory, or the slings and arrows of misfortune? It’s one of those conundrums that each Outlander must face at some pivotal juncture in their lives. The path of uncertainty stretches out before each of us, disappearing into an unknown horizon with mysteries we cannot see and comprehend until we are firmly in the midst of them. And then we must rely on our wits, and our fortitude, and soldier on in the face of come what may.

Destiny has put a choice before us, what shall it be? Our lives may never be the same from this moment forward.

Oh wait, nevermind. Dead end.

More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia

• I run afoul of the Oracle
• There’s Always Room at the Inn
• Sailing away
• A cold, bleak, dark winter ahead
• An open field yields a strange funeral arrangement
• Bring me the head of the Ichor Witch!
• Completing the Grand Tour to get the Plague Doctor Mask in Shroud of the Avatar Release 23
• What the Duck?
• This trolling must cease and desist
• Veimor in West Ravenswood, a strange mist in Deep Ravenswood and the Bones of a Beast in Shroud of the Avatar Release 12