Getting emotional over dead people

....Now I'm imagining crocs where the jibbits are little miniatures gibbets sticking out of the top with little decaying dead bodies swinging from them. Yaaaay! How cute!!

When you confront Karlach he expresses doubt, but it’s so easy to convince him to push those doubts aside. You can even reassure him after her death that he did the right thing. He says something to the effect of “I’ve killed many devils, fiends, and ne’erdowells, how should this be any different?” (Heavy paraphrasing, here). It’s only after Mizora confirms Karlach was a tiefling that it really sinks in for him.

In past playthroughs where I’ve spared Karlach, it was easier to believe Wyll when he says he’s only used his warlock powers for good. But watching him struggle with the self-doubt he feels after killing Karlach? Suddenly it recasts all of his previous kills in a new light.

How many others were like Karlach? How many were good people caught in bad circumstances, except they didn’t have a tadpole connection to demonstrate their goodness?

There’s a strong parallel, too, with Resist Durge’s own guilt over Alfira. Resist Durge questions themself: who am I that I would kill an innocent like this? And after killing Karlach, Wyll is forced to ask himself the same question. The visit by Mizora and the visit from the butler add further resonance to the two’s struggles. Both visitors provide their charge’s with boons as rewards for carrying out the will of greater malevolent forces.

@portraitoftheoddity my dear friend... What?

While we were there, we ended up hiking on a glacier with a guide, which was pretty fucking cool.

Now a thing about Iceland is it's volcanic af, so the glaciers all kinda look like cookies & cream, with a whole lot of very dark, very fine volcanic ash mixed in and striated with the ice. Ice which is also full of deep moulins and crevasses and other holes, and which forms a lot of runoff water when you're there in the middle of summer.

Turns out, ash is a very fine granular material!

Our guide, Víðarr, was very particular about us only stepping where he stepped, since he was very good at determining what was safe, solid ice, and what wasn't. The day was going pretty well with a gorgeous hike across this glacier, until I took a step about 8 inches to the left of where Víðarr stepped.

Quicksand is: "a colloid consisting of fine granular material (such as sand, silt or clay) and water."

Ash is a very fine granular material!

What looked like ground was in fact quicksand, which I learned very quickly as I was schloped into freezing glacial quicksand up to my thigh and made a very undignified sound.

Víðarr, being a professional, immediately leapt into action, holding out his ice axe for me to grab on to so he could yank me out to safety (with a lot more schlorping noises).

My parents, being jerks (affectionate), told him "no no no, put her back in, we need a picture!!!" because they were laughing their asses off at my predicament.

I, being surprised, wet, cold, and very startled that quicksand was an actual problem in my life, mostly continued to make undignified and distressed sounds.