Throne Room



Bar and Wench






Newbies of Chimeron, fighter and spellcaster alike...

Get feast gear.

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 feel bad.

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 it back.

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 it.

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...