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.
Well, this was weird. Ran into this old wizard dude again, who implied he has been following Caden/keeping tabs on him and flat-out admitted he was telling us things about the plot that we already knew. Also a rather troubling line about how Caden is making enemies “within himself.”
Caden really doesn’t know what to make of him, but he’s friendly with anyone friendly to him, and to the extent he thinks about it at all, he assumes Elminster is another friend of Gorion’s keeping an eye on him.
Got some more sad backstory from Rasaad. :( While traveling with his fellow monks looking into the disappearance of some other monks (who were evidently killed, as he told us before, by a bad guy named Alorgoth), his brother got killed by some muggers in the street. (I think muggers, at least; it wasn’t really clear if they were associated with the Alorgoth thing or just happened to be bad Athkatla streetfolk.) Rasaad couldn’t help him because he was busy tending to another guy the muggers had attacked.
This rings very familiar with Caden, I think, who likely thought something similar when he had to run and leave Gorion to the men who killed him. He was very sympathetic to Rasaad’s loss, which Rasaad seemed to appreciate.
Rasaad also told him a little about his training as a monk, which involves a mix of physical training, academia, and spiritualism. Caden commented that it all sounded a little too mystical for him– but he does definitely respect Rasaad’s obvious intensity about it.
Interestingly, Rasaad described his spiritual training thus:
Moon and stars are self-explanatory, but what are shards? Is it another heavenly body? Is this planet surrounded by an asteroid field or something?
(I actually don’t really know where we are. I’ve heard mention of Faerun and the Sword Coast. The latter seems to be a region name and I assumed Faerun was the country or continent but I’m not sure. Haven’t heard a name for the planet I don’t think. Presumably all will become clear in time.)