The Bor’dor reveal does make his introduction so incredibly funny. He tires to kill them with a crossbow and a 5th level lighting bolt, doesn’t succeed, and the excuse he runs with is “Uh, well, shit, fuck- I HAVE MAGIC POWERS?!? When did THOSE get here?!?!? What’s going on?!??? I am but a humble shepherd from *checks notesapp* Wildmouse” And it works?!?? No one did it like Bor’dor fucking Dog’son.
he made fruit rollups and cut them into little shapes. he got the whole party magically high. he fell asleep cuddling with an elemental cougar. most character of all time
I love how fucking dark this all is. Orym, the guard, the eternal watchdog, just watching and doing NOTHING. giving Laudna the okay to brutally kill this man who betrayed them.
“As of her life was flashing before her eyes, but it’s all the trauma that she experiencing. Between losing Imogen and the solstice and losing her friends and watching so many people die and being hung on the tree. Death upon death upon death. And feeling so out of control, here recently. And in this moment, she has control. She has regained a sense of control and nothing is gonna stand in her way” -Marisha about Laudna
Bor’dor is like if you took the concept of just some guy, put it in a jar of vodka, and let it infuse for a year till you got just some guy extract. It’s like if you reduced just some guy down and made a simple syrup out of the reduction. Bor’dor is such a concentrated and powerful version of just some guy that he’s transcend the concept of just some guy and looped back around into the strangest man you’ve ever met. He’s what the saddest wettest rag of a man points to when he says “well at least I’m not like that.” He’s screaming and crying and throwing up as we speak. I feel blessed to know we get to watch him experience horrors beyond his tiny sheep shaped comprehension for hours to come.
I know people are theorizing that Bor’dor is some secret agent or a powerful being pretending to be some guy or whatever but I think it would be funniest if we kept going “no, he can’t possibly be that pathetic, he can’t!” and then he just. Is. He’s a sad wet cat with a yogurt cup stuck on his head. He’s the worlds most confused coathanger. He just wants to go tend his sheep and his brother and instead he can shoot lightning out of his hands and is *so* stressed about it. Someone get this man a blanket and tea and possibly a valium.