As I continue to post the photos I took on my recent drive back to San Diego from Arizona, in which you will see mountains, bluffs, crags, scarps, cliffs, escarpments and precipices of all sorts, let me share some things I learned while visiting my daughter and son-in-law in Arizona.
Never try to kill necromancers… they are already dead. You think you are winning. They fall down and start to give off radiant blue swirling magic light formations, and you think, oh yeah, I am absorbing some new magic… but it is just them getting ready to get back up and kick your ass.
Dire wolves are irritable, and will attack you when they see you, but they respond well to a firm tap on the head… with a mace… and a nice petting… preferably with a hand that shoots magic flame spells.
Never stand in the front row, right in front of the raised platform, at a public beheading… you will get blood splashed all over your nice armor and cloak.
Help people. If a jester has a broken wheel on his cart, and needs you to convince the local blacksmith to fix it, and then the blacksmith needs you to find something for him first, just do it. Happy people give you stuff.
Always loot dead bodies, whether or not you are responsible for them being dead… because, one again, free stuff.
But do not accidentally hit the wrong button and use magic against a town guard. The other guards get cranky, and swarm all over you until you die.
Okay, I might, between sending my newest novel to the publishers and finishing the cover art, have spent some time playing Skyrim wearing a virtual reality helmet.