I have a L42 Hunter and L93 LM I take to the moors freepside. Auto-scaled is just not much fun at all freepside and I only come out freepside to "help" the freeps, if the creeps are targeting me, then I am the cannon fodder for the higher levels.
I won't ever get the armour on offer (if what I saw at GV is "the armour") for my L42 as it's way less of everything he has now and he would die even faster. He gets the base Aud+9 on auto-scale. His "self cure" only scaled to L43 so I can only use the 100 pots to clear debuffs and with the cool down it's hardly worth using it. He has no LIs or other uber gear. He doesn't even have a capstone skill.
My L93 LM has a full set of L95 PVMP armour in the vault but I doubt at the rate I'm going that I will get to use it before the new level cap happens as I'm an official turtle now. My LM is wearing a full set of L85 PVMP armour and is R9 but dies like a fly with a single swat. Take your pick: 1 reaver flash or 1 spider spittoon. (got a laugh yesterday the creep armour debuff set my armour value to ZERO)
I like the fact I can come freepside now but boy it takes a lot to just sit on the GV steps until some Full Audacity, Pure L95, First Aged and Geared, R13+ players show up and open a group.
Sure hope some of the PVMP folks on the PC go roll a L40 freep and see what it's really like. It's a lot different at L93 than L40 and way different at L95 with a purple icon ranking.
One good thing is that if we do get a RvR and the leader isn't too selective, we can have good fights but I'm not sure how much my L42 Hunter is contributing to it. Running Trapper Line I see items in the combat log like "trap did 42 damage to warg" "trap did 32 damage to reaver" "trap did 52 damage to BA" etc. I doubt it contributes really anything but the groups are nice to let us leach in exchange for buffer services. My Hunter got to R4 in 2 outings so at least he has a map to GV now.
Whoever says “I” creates the “you.” Such is the trap of every conscience. The “I” signifies both solitude and rejection of solitude. Words name things and then replace them. Whoever says tomorrow, denies it. Tomorrow exists only for him who does not seek it. And yesterday? Yesterday is Kolvillàg: a name to forget, a word already forgotten.
The Oath: A Novel by Elie Wiesel