Theodon:Well dip me in broth and call me stewed, if it isn’t little Charname! Why I haven’t seen you for nearly...um...quite some time, anyway.
Charname:Hello, Theodon, how have you been?
Theodon:I still remember you running about the keep in your little swaddling clothes, pestering the elders and spooking the cows. Ain’t that right Jessup?
Theodon:Yep. Of course, you never did stay in those rags of yours long.
Charname:Yes, yes, I remember. But how have you been?
Theodon:You’d be naked as a jaybird the moment someone turned their back on you. I remember the day that fella Blackstaff come floating in and there you were, tearing around the outer keep with Gorion hot on your trail. Took the cloak right off his back, you did, and made yourself just the cutest little--
Charname:Yes, yes, YES, I remember. Could we drop it please? How have YOU been?
Theodon:Wait wait, I remember it all now! There was Khelben Blackstaff, trying his hardest to look important while you ran through the stables with his cape tied around your waist. Such a lark, eh Jessup?
Jessup:I thought I’d catch my death from laughing, I did.
Theodon:You and me both! Gorion was shaking like a leaf, he was so mad.
Charname:As fun as this has been, I should really be going.
Theodon:Nobody was sure what to do, and then Khelben mutters some words and catches you by the scruff of the neck with some sort of spectral hand. He hauls you out and drops you right in front of him, grabbing his filthy cape in the process. Everyone was scared, they were. Weren’t they, Jessup?
Jessup:Sure enough. Scared witless.
Theodon:Yep, and then old Khelben busts out in the biggest laugh you ever heard. Everyone in the keep was laughing like mad, except you, Charname. You just stood there naked as the day you were born and wondering what the fuss was about. I tell you, those were the days.
Charname:Um, yes. I think I’ll be going now.
Theodon:Oh certainly, little one. Stop by any old time though. I’ve got some paintings of you as a youngster I’m sure your little friends would love to see. Remember the one of Charname on the bearskin rug, Jessup?
Jessup:Surely do. In the buff as usual.
Theodon:Cute as a bug, you were. Go play with your friends now. Go on.
so I started up a new game of Baldur’s Gate because as I said before, Drizzt is making me want to replay ALL THE RANGERS (also I really want to see his cameos again now that I actually know who he is oops)
Lystara just killed one of the assassins and because it’s after midnight, my brain started playing Bohemian Rhapsody and now it won’t stop twisting the lyrics to be baldur’s gate send help
It sucks that I have to put Gorion here, but it really is true for me. I feel like, whilst you can roleplay in how much this guy means to your character there is nothing to actually establish this character with the player as an emotionally important character. Perhaps I’ve been spoiled with RPGs like the Father character in Fallout, but I feel like even if the slightest more importance was given to this character, watching him die would be truly heartbreaking. Unfortunately, it’s become (for me) a pretty skippable sequence.