Well, Melissan is one game element that it's perfectly legitimate to metagame about, seeing how flagrantly obvious she is. So with the knowledge that there's a traitor inside Saradush, I'd write the city off, too.
In the grand scheme of things most of the sidequests are more important than the main storyline of BG2. Saving Imoen has little importance compared to saving whole towns from various evil monsters. And securing Watcher's Keep is more important than saving a few thousands people from a bunch of giants.
In the grand scheme of things most of the sidequests are more important than the main storyline of BG2. Saving Imoen has little importance compared to saving whole towns from various evil monsters. And securing Watcher's Keep is more important than saving a few thousands people from a bunch of giants.
Well, preventing a mentally deteriorated madman from becoming an Elven God or a raving psychopath from becoming the new Lord of Murder both seem pretty urgent, too. Sure, sure, it's what you know at the time, but that goes both ways, too. A few people disappearing in a backwoods hamlet or getting mauled by bears hardly sounds like the end of the world, either.
Well, preventing a mentally deteriorated madman from becoming an Elven God or a raving psychopath from becoming the new Lord of Murder both seem pretty urgent, too.
Pah. If the reports Ao's sending me are any accurate, this sort of shenanigans happen all the time anyway
Jan Jansen: Anyway, it was during the Time of Troubles that I'd run afoul of some Banite cultists who accidentally mistook me for Bane's earthly avatar. Don't ask. Maybe they didn't have a picture I wasn't sure what to think, myself, and resolved to spend more attention towards my breath in the future. It wasn't long before I was worshipped by thousands on a regular basis. They made good stew and the constant chanting wasn't unpleasant, so I decided to play along. No one grows turnips under threat of eternal torment quite as well as a Dreadmaster, and I'll stand by that statement to this day. Well, it wasn't long before the whole Time of Troubles thing was over and suddenly little old worshipped me found myself up in the heavenes before the Overfather, Himself. Seems they were short of death gods at the time, and it didn't seem like such a big gig, so I took him up on his offer. Plus, the dental plan was extraordinary. Being a god isn't what you'd expect, though, Sune was all over me from day one...I hear she developed a thing for turnips about a decade ago. She just wouldn't leave me along! There were parties at all hours of the night. Lliira would get plastereed and fall into the tiny pond and eventually Torm would start a brawl with somebody. Did you know what it's like to have Helm pounding on your door at three in the morning? I could never get any sleep at all. If it wasn't one thing it was getting slapped by Umberlee or hit on by Loviatar. All night long...and in the morning, all the gods would be in a foul mood. Terrible. I couldn't find anything good about the experience at all. No wonder Ao kicked them all out. He probably had to catch up on his housekeeping, of all things. Well, after all of that I was more than happy to let Cyric have the job, eager puppy that he was. Left it behind me for a turnip farm and a nice pension, and gladly...although I eventually traded the pension for some stock in a spelljammer trading cruiser, which was a bad decision but all us mortals arn't immune to that, of course. Lost the farm, too, in a game of checkers to Uncle Fibbert. But that turned out all right, as the turnips got a bad root that year and Uncle Fubbert died of too much intestinal gas. Poor man.
Pah. If the reports Ao's sending me are any accurate, this sort of shenanigans happen all the time anyway
Well, Jan's not such a bad guy, so I'm sure Ao just felt that he'd do a better job than most as the god of death. I mean, he's omniscient, right? I'm sure he'd never let the position fall into the hands of someone less than quali-
Characters are Always Pretty fast without the protagonista
Well, that's not hard to figure out. Without the protagonist, they can just cast Dimension Door. Even if they're not mages.
I was going to say that without CHARNAME they don't get distracted every five seconds by a side quest. You have to wonder if maybe NPCs have the potential to save the world more quickly and efficiently than us sometimes...
I was going to say that without CHARNAME they don't get distracted every five seconds by a side quest. You have to wonder if maybe NPCs have the potential to save the world more quickly and efficiently than us sometimes...
Well, they always seem to lose battles without CHARNAME's guidance, so that balances out.
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Well, it wasn't long before the whole Time of Troubles thing was over and suddenly little old worshipped me found myself up in the heavenes before the Overfather, Himself. Seems they were short of death gods at the time, and it didn't seem like such a big gig, so I took him up on his offer. Plus, the dental plan was extraordinary.
Being a god isn't what you'd expect, though, Sune was all over me from day one...I hear she developed a thing for turnips about a decade ago. She just wouldn't leave me along! There were parties at all hours of the night. Lliira would get plastereed and fall into the tiny pond and eventually Torm would start a brawl with somebody. Did you know what it's like to have Helm pounding on your door at three in the morning? I could never get any sleep at all. If it wasn't one thing it was getting slapped by Umberlee or hit on by Loviatar. All night long...and in the morning, all the gods would be in a foul mood. Terrible.
I couldn't find anything good about the experience at all. No wonder Ao kicked them all out. He probably had to catch up on his housekeeping, of all things. Well, after all of that I was more than happy to let Cyric have the job, eager puppy that he was. Left it behind me for a turnip farm and a nice pension, and gladly...although I eventually traded the pension for some stock in a spelljammer trading cruiser, which was a bad decision but all us mortals arn't immune to that, of course. Lost the farm, too, in a game of checkers to Uncle Fibbert. But that turned out all right, as the turnips got a bad root that year and Uncle Fubbert died of too much intestinal gas. Poor man.
Oh, right.
@Sjerrie That is so full of win!
References, yay!
But when I do, it might be because I'm thinking of:
Abi Silvio's Happy Balding
XKCD
Nomen est omen, kids.