Let’s Play Quest for Glory II: Trial by Fire Part Fifteen

Rasier City of Shitholes

Garcon didn’t really have time to get a good look at the Blue Parrot when he came in, besides the overall run-down look that the entire city seems to be sporting, he gives the inn a closer look:

Ugh… Hopefully he won’t have to spend too much time in this dump within a dump, maybe the rooms are clean? He hopes?

Ferrari doesn’t seem chatty and so Perseii heads back out into the “friendly” streets of Rasier. The city kind of stinks though so Jackson heads out the gates; hoping the fresh desert air will clear his head:

As much as he’d like to just keep riding that isn’t what heroes do! It’s also no way to get fat loots! Back to the city and into the maze of streets:

While in the streets Garçon remembers something:

He’s got a feeling these will coming in handy real soon… If you recall me saying, somewhere, that Rasier was a flipped version of Shapier. All the streets are the same as are the plazas, just reversed. So, instead of traveling north from the gate plaza to get to the fountain in Rasier you head south:

Khaveen has blocked off much of the city though. The only other plaza Garcon can get to is the palace plaza. He heads there now:

Lovely idea that. Naming the streets the laws in town… What a charming place Rasier is turning out to be…ws in town… What a charming place Rasier is turning out to be…

I wonder what the night life is like?

Jackson continues wandering through the city’s uniquely named streets until he comes upon the Palace Plaza:

“Maybe one of these helpful guards will let me in? Let me know what there is to do in town?”

“or not…”

Back to the maze of streets it is, and hopefully the Blue Parrot Inn, the least this dump can do is provide a good night’s rest as Perseii tries to figure out how to save this city from the evil encircling it:

Garçon makes it back to the inn right at sunset and heads in, seems Ferrari wants to speak with him, again:

The Moral of the Story is?

What a terrible place to have to spend the night

pay five dinars

On the way to his room, Jackson notices the inn’s titular parrot:

As he heads down the hall he hears Ferrari’s words following him:

He finally makes it to his room and disappointment, but heroes got to sleep…

With nothing to do at the inn and the city pretty much explored… Garçon decideds to return to the founatin plaza; in the hopes of either discovering something new or inspiration striking.

“Why, that’s Ugarte, the friendly smuggler, I met last night. And he’s surrounded buy angry looking guards!”

Object Lesson

One Person He can Save…

“Poor Ugarte! And I, a hero, could no nothing to save him!”

With the Fountain Plaza empty Perseii heads back to the Gate Plaza, he needs to get out of this awful city if only for a few minutes:

“What a silly question! Of course I’m a hero! Haven’t you seen my hair?”

Like an ignorant, naive, trusting dope Garçon follows the stranger into the alley (and a trap, I reckon!)

“Ma’am, I would love to help you by taking my clothes off! Finally, someone who appreciates me! Now do you want me to start or wil..

“Wha?! You mean you don’t want to have s.. *Cough* I mean, of course I can help you sneak out of the city!”

“Paying five dinars for these glasses was totally worth it.”

The Hero has a Spare Wig?

Even though he knows giving this stranger his visa means he himself can’t leave the city Jackson hands it over to her:

While he waits for the young lady to make her escape he chats with her lady in waiting:

ask about Zayishah

Ask about Ad Avis

ask about Khaveen

ask about Rasier

ask about fountain

As he leaves Mayzen offers him her aid, if he ever needs it:

What will Garçon discover next in Rasier? Will he be able to save the city? Just what does Signor Ferrari want? How will Perseii defeat Ad Avis? Tune in next weekend to find out!

Author: falselogic

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