A newer, shinier journey to a similar setting sounded like just the ticket.
Then he told me how nice he thought elves were, and sent me on my merry way.
My first quest: find my suitcase.
Love a bit of luggage-based questing, I do.
But first: character creation.
I went hard on charm until I noticed a skill named mockery.
Truly, the curse of the hack critic runs deep.
Before you enter New Arc proper, theres a bit of in medias rice krispies.
Well, remove that physicality and youre just left with tedium, Im afraid.
Unfortunately, I cant fully appreciate it because the camera keeps getting snagged on things.
Theres a few introductory skill tests as you make your way through the wreckage.
Ah, so this is all my fault?
Im being interrogated for possessing agitprop.
The prose itself is quite good!
Theres some cute accented flourishes, too: “my sniffer feels like a plate of mashed taters”.
The issue, for me, was in the character archetypes.
Aforementioned mashed-nose is a beefy bruiser-jot down that joins your party early, and theres nothing to him really.
I feel like Ive heard every line before it comes out of his mouth.
That quest is interesting, by the way.
Not something Ive experienced before, if terrible memory serves.
Lets wind back a bit.
Before I meet the playwright, I have to find my suitcase with the help of my bruiser mate.
Occasionally, the game performs perception checks automatically.
Im not entirely sure what they actually do, but I think its loot related.
The drudgery of combat was the last straw.
Hopefully it’s hiding in that nifty coat somewhere.
Arcanum, here I come.
