I finally got a couple of hours with Gorfrik recently and managed to move him up to level 5 by practicing my hunter combat & exploring more of Thorin’s Gate in the Blue Mountains, which lie NW of The Shire in Eriador:
I’ve never played a Dwarf before – I’m not sure why, I just always think they look a bit *gasp* daft, but I have to say that in LOTRO they have been realised really well and I soon forgot I was a dwarf. Well, in some ways. I think I must imagine Dwarves to be tougher than they are as I managed to kill poor Gorfrik and get him stuck twice all in 15 minutes of play by attempting stupid jumps I just know I would never have tried with Ranhold. I’ve learnt to calm down a bit and not expect him to drop 100 feet off a cliff and be ticketyboo at the bottom 🙂
As explained in my last post on Gorfrik, Dwarves (and I think Elves) start off here rather than in Bree-land’s Archet (like Men & Hobbits) and with a very different, yet obviously deeply connected, storyline. In Bree it’s the corrupting influence of the Witch King on Men and here it’s that same influence acting up a rather nasty bunch of Dwarves called the Dourhands and their distinctly teutonic-sounding leader, Gormr. He is the steward of Thorin’s Gate but he and his tribe want to resurrect their dead evil king Skorgrím and take over the place for good, and whilst I’m not at the end of the story yet, I rather suspect my part in the tale will be to help Gormr and his faithful realise, with a few well placed arrows to the noggin’, that he is barking down the wrong mine shaft. I’ll let you know how this goes 🙂
So far I’ve had to speak to elves who, let’s face it, are pointy eared softies always bleating on about “the good old days” before they got killed in this war or that. I don’t know, dwarves just bloody well get on with it and only cry if a very large hammer drops on our toes, not with every falling leaf because “it reminds me of the tears of lost Elothingy who fell in in battle against some squirrels”. I was chosen to speak to the big girl’s blouses because I’ve got the best diplomatic manner about me. I think they got the right man. Er, Dwarf.