I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rainI’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never endI’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friendBut I always thought I’d see you again
Except that I can't see you. Through the graphics animation effects. Boo for snow, rain and fire.
There I am, running through torrential rain in Tal Bruinen searching for dwarf iron. Why the dwarves left so much iron littering the countryside, I’ll never understand. But why a shard dropper has to bring weather effects is equally baffling. (as a side note, the call came to join the kin in the Moors so I didn’t track down that dropper.)
A snowstorm? I’m freezing. Literally. My laptop CANNOT take the snow in Zirakzigal. I can’t even move, and sometimes I can’t even get my map to work to get the H out of there. That’s the worst of all the locations I think, and luckily I rarely run HoM. However, I do have 2 more toons to get through book 8. ::sadface
But back to shard droppers - that’s gotta be one of the best funs in the game. Yeah, I know, not a word, but too bad. It’s what C said 

I took out Gwollug last night, on my little 61 minnie. Got an orc in Lorien up by the Fanuidhol flet too, but had help from a kind hunter passing by. I’m sure I woulda been able to take him. I’ll never forget how much fun I had soloing the drake in Angmar back in the SoA days. Or the time I saw the turtle and summoned in The Champ, only to have the turtle path right into him when he appeared. The first one I ever killed was the warg in the Lonelands, and I got yelled at by a group that had been hunting him. I used to camp the toad at Starmere lake for hours - it’s one of the most beautiful spots in the game so not really a hardship. I got to know the Forochel droppers really well. I FINALLY took down that annoying wight the other day - even at 65 he has a heck of a hit. I say annoying because he was never there when I’d go looking. WTB hunter track skillz please.
Shard dropper killing should be like a rite of passage. Solo even. Should be a deed for getting all the mobs.
And the world is now a better place, because we all have James Taylor stuck in our head.
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