If I could offer you only one tip for getting by in this country, feast
gear would be it. The long-term benefits of feast gear are greatly inforced
by Lady Cassia and many other people whom you dont want to mess with,
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own
meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the carefree simplicity of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will
not understand the carefree simplicity of your youth until it's faded.
But trust me, in 5 years, you'll think of how it used to be, and recall
in a way you can't grasp now how much nicer it was when you weren't
deeply involved in sixteen hopeless quests to save the world. Armor
isn't as heavy as the hero's burden that goes with it.
Don't worry about the nightquest. Or worry, but know that worrying is
as effective as trying to earn a magic sword by mixing honey-butter.
The real dangers that you will face are apt to be things that never
crossed your worried mind, the kind that attack during a feast, or a
wedding, or whenever it's most inconvienient.
Don't ask about McKrye's first name.
Don't be reckless with other people's pikes. Don't put up with people
who are reckless with yours.
Learn to make weapons.
Dont waste your time with regrets. Sometimes you'll make the right move,
sometimes you'll mess up. The battle agaist evil is an epic one, and
you're not gonna lose it because of one bad choice.
Remember the times you saved the day, forget those times you thought
you wouldn't need a coif. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old Views from Valehaven. Throw away your old spell components.
Scalp the regenerating thing.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what spells to take. The most interesting
casters I know didn't know when they started what first circle spell
to take. Some of the most interesting three-pathers I know still can't
decide on their final spell.
Dont be in a hurry to become an oldbee. They may get more respect, but
their knees hurt. Get some knee pads.
Maybe you'll huck magic missles, maybe you'll wield a greatsword. Maybe
you'll create potions, maybe you'll call forth the soul of your lord
after he's been scalped. Whatever you do, don't act too haughty with
your abilities, don't act too humble either. Your skills are half luck.
So are everybody else's.
Get a nice dagger. Duel with it all the time. Dont be afraid of hurting
your hand with a bad parry, or messing up a Raise Dead with it. Its
one of the finest tools you'll ever own.
Dance at the Black & White, even if you have to steal someone's partner.
Listen to the Nobles, even if you don't obey them.
Don't challenge Makhta to a drinking contest, it will only make you
Get to know your spellcasters. They're always doing something-or-other
on another plane and you never know when they won't be able to make
Be nice to the servents. No one will ever do a better job of seeing
to your needs and enjoy doing it. And tip them once and a while, too.
Understand that heros come and go, but there are a precious few you
should get to know very well. Work hard to bridge the gaps between nation
and race, because the older you get, the more you'll appreciate someone
who can fight truthfully by your side.
Live in Qua Taereth Nuuna once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Stay at The Bar & Wench once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Haggle at the Chimeron Shop.
Accept certain inalienable truths: You'll need magic to kill the monsters.
Followers of Aurora will go mad. The Queen will turn up missing. You,
too, will become an oldbee. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when
you were young, you could take down the monsters with your normal sword,
Aurorites were perfectly sane, the Queen was always fine, and peasents
respected their lords.
Respect your lords.
Don't expect the undead to stay down. Maybe they have hidden their souls,
maybe they have evil overlords raising them. Keep your eyes open, you'll
never know when they'll get back up again.
Dont change your verbals too often or you'll end up creating a love
potion while you're trying to heal a limb.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply
Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the
past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts
and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the feast gear...