I mean what’s an adventurer to do? A yellow exclamation mark pops-up above mini-Melmoth’s head, so I wander over and enquire as to what she would have me do. Here’s the quest text:
WaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Huh huh huh. Snrk. Snrk. Urrr. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAaaaaaaaAAaAaAaAaAaAaAhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHH. NNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggg.
<Deep intake of breath>
WaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh.
<Gurgling choking sound>
<Eyes bulge. Head turns a strange Dulux special edition puce colour>
WAaaaaaaH. WAAAAHHH. HuhWaaaaaaaahh. HuhWAAAAAAAAH.
So I went and looked, but there really weren’t ten wolves ravaging the land in the nearby vicinity, so I couldn’t collect their noses and spleens even if I wanted to.
Mrs Melmoth suggsted that perhaps mini-Melmoth’s nappy needed changing, but that’s just crazy talk. What quest giver ever wanted a hero to change their undergarments? Ok there are some rather attractive quest givers in certain MMOs, and many an adventurer, if they’re honest, has contemplated the deep philosophical conundrum of just how to crawl in that dungeon, if you catch my meaning, but never has a quest giver actually requested a simple soiled undergarment pit-stop.
No, despite humouring Mrs Melmoth and changing mini-Melmoth’s nappy, I was resolved to determine just what it was she wanted me to kill, how many of them, and where I could possibly find such beasts in the soft rolling greenery of the English countryside. I’m sure fame and gold await on the completion of the task, and I’m not talking about the odorous liquid gold that mini-Melmoth presented me with when I changed her nappy.
My quest continues!
Hmm. That’s a tough one. Surely BabyThottBot has the answer, a map, the /loc co-ordinates of the mobs and some screenshots?
Alas no, it was just full of morons bragging about how their hunter had solo’d a nappy change when they were five levels below the quest’s recommended parenting level.
Wait, you read the quest text? Who are you, and what have you done with the real Melmoth?!
It’s a fair point, I’m not renowned for reading quest text.
Let’s assume though, for the sake of argument, that ToddlerQuest has new and innovative quest text which is projected directly into one’s brain at, oh say, forty thousand decibels.
It’s pretty simple to me; you need to find an NPC that will give you a sub-quest of the slaying type, the reward of which is a translator for mini-melmoth to english, which will enable you to get the last part of the quest detailing the where, how and how many of the quest in question.
Pretty good reward, too, but go for the helm; the pants just look stupid.
a sub-quest of the slaying type, the reward of which is a translator for mini-melmoth to english
The only problem is that that quest line is a two or three year grind, apparently.
the pants just look stupid.
And are covered in baby poop.