In honour of a friend’s re-running the EQChronicles series, I’ve revisted Norrath for a final wistful farewell. It’s always hard to say goodbye. Sometimes it’s just better not to.
It is the first death. My level 5 Bard stumbles off the overhead ramps in the tree house city of Kelethin and plunges fatally to the emerald turf below. His corpse, when I finally find it curled peacefully in the fetal position, isn’t the only one there either. It’s a common way for Half-Elves to learn the dangers of their new home. Colourful platemailed Bards, pulsing with the power of unimaginable levels, often leap heroicly from the highest recesses of Kelethin, protected by their masses of hitpoints and Safe Fall skill. It is a dangerous feat to emulate, I learn.