11-01-2014, 01:02 AM
(10-31-2014, 11:17 PM)Shannon Wrote: I have spent thousands of hours on Morrowind and hundreds on Skyrim. They carried me for years each. I have both, and I can tell you that Morrowind, as good as it was, seems a let-down to play again, at least for me. It's not that the game has changed, it's that I burned out on it. I know it so intimately that I'm bored and almost have to force myself to play; there's no challenge there at all. I notice this happens every time I get some nostalgic desire to play a game from my past. I did that with the now-ancient Bard's Tale, and some others as well. Going back is rarely what you remember. At least for me.
I think I know what the deal is. But first of all I need to warn you that I look at Morrowind from much more metaphysical approach than any other player would. Anyhow, there are two main types of heroes in cRPG titles - there are those driven by destiny and prophecies and those random guys doing extraordinary things because of extraordinary circumstances. Morrowind does something in between - you play as someone who can fulfill the prophecy, but doesn't have to. In fact you meet ghosts of those who fulfilled part of it and failed somewhere down the line. You are not born with the power to defeat the evil - you must earn it. In lore it's called "mantling", meaning you take mantle of someone (deity most often), behave as he would and become the same archetype (this is how Talos became god BTW). And just as hero of Morrowind has to take the mantle of long forgotten hero to unlock his potential, so do I need to mantle this ideal that's somewhere in my soul. I think this is what I find so compelling about it right now. I hope what I wrote makes sense
For not by numbers of men, nor by measure of body, but by valor of soul is war to be decided.
~Belisarius, the last Roman
Certitude is for the puzzle-box logicians and girls of white glamour [...]. I am a letter written in uncertainty.
~36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 4
~Belisarius, the last Roman
Certitude is for the puzzle-box logicians and girls of white glamour [...]. I am a letter written in uncertainty.
~36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 4