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  1. Greetings Fellow Adventurers, I've been eagerly awaiting this day and will below catalogue my impressions of the Pillars of Eternity (Backer Beta). I'll be updating this as I feel inspired to and my goal is to communicate my appreciation of the game to the developers. Perhaps they will get some nice ideas. I hope you fellows will also enjoy this as I know that I've enjoyed reading your musings and discussions over the months. I begin my journal: Day 1: The lute is beautiful in the inn, it is so warm, I feel it entwined with the sound of the softly crackling fireplace. I reflect on all of the worried posts I've read about the specificities of game mechanics, Dungeons and Dragons rules, and so forth. Will it ruin the game? And so forth. Just this, the lute and the crackling fire... Vips (Wasp in Danish), my female orlan rogue, a roughneck, her portrait, those intent eyes stare me down and were I on the other end of her glare in the street, or in a tavern for that matter, I wouldn't laugh at her expense. The tavern, static in the background, the inventory screen above, and finally the tattered, edge-burned parchment opened, 'The Moons of Eora'. What is this I've stolen? Everything I see and hear in this tiny uninterrupted moment, is perfect. This one moment makes the entire game for me. This is the spiritual succession to my Baldur's Gate nostalgia. This, is everything I dreamt of when I heard of Pillars of Eternity. The dialogues are intelligent and real. These are real people with emotions, inner thought processes, and purpose. I am not the center of the universe. I, fit here. I'm one of the tavern patrons. I'm new in town. Everything is, unknown, but familiar, a hospitable town with troubles of its own. I began by walking over the bridge, disinterested in small talk with a group of people talking by the river. Crossing the bridge a guard begged my attention, and out of respect, as anyone would do, I acquiesced. He had a simple question, and I had a simple response. This is just so immersive, so believable. I am simply in love, and this lute music, the crackling fireplace, is like red wine for my soul. Thank you Everyone who's made this possible. Fellows, if it were not for our common love of this genre this would not be today. Three cheers for you my friends, and all of the great talent at Obsidian! More is yet to come...
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