Pathfinder Chronicles (9/9)

(This is the conclusion to a series of posts reviewing the Pathfinder Chronicles Campaign Setting.)

Pathfinder Chronicles is, from my perspective, a pretty good hamburger.

Juicy, but not overly so; made with good meat, not cooked to long or too little. The bun has been lightly toasted, and isn't so greasy you have to wipe your hands every time you pick it up. There's lettuce and tomato and onion and pickles, which I don't really care for, but it's in one piece and easily removed — not like you get from some places (I'm looking at you, Sonic) where the lettuce is shredded and it takes forever and a fork to get it all off because it's all been smashed together and you have to pick it out of the mayonnaise.

But, y'know, I've had a lot of hamburgers in my life, and I got tired of them eventually.

The more I read of Pathfinder Chronicles, the more I kept seeing similarities between Golarion and Abeir-Toril. (I haven't enough familiarity with the world of Greyhawk to know if I should be seeing similarities there, but I suspect I ought.) I didn't, I should emphasize, see similarities with the paella-like Planescape or the nabemono we know as Eberron.

At any rate, the setting of the Inner Sea appears to have been specifically designed after the fashion of the major fantasy settings, and to appeal to fans of what is called "European fantasy," or classic sword-and-sorcery. That's just not what I'm looking for right now.

Now if you want a hamburger, well, it is a good hamburger. And if I were just hungry, it'd certainly be nothing to turn up my nose at.

But I was really in the mood for pad Thai. Or chicken Marsala. Or unagi-zushi. Or key lime pie.