The Thaumaturge review: When Slavic Folklore Meets a Fucked-Up Fantasy RPG

Lads and lasses, gather 'round because I've stumbled upon a game that's as enigmatic as a witch's brew and twice as intoxicating. "The Thaumaturge" pitches itself as this dark fantasy RPG cocktail mixed with a shot of historical drama, a splash of supernatural detective work, and a twist of Slavic folklore that'll either have you chanting spells or screaming for mercy.

A Dive into the Supernatural Shitstorm

When Fool's Theory and 11 bit studios first teased this game, I'll be honest, my eyes rolled so hard I saw my brain. Another supernatural yarn, I thought, probably filled with the same old dreary detective dribble we've seen a dozen times over. But slap my ass and call me a convert because getting a closer look at this game had me eating my cynical words​​​​.

Set in the heart of a Warsaw that's as real as my chances of becoming sober, this game drops you in 1905, a time when Poland was more of a concept than a country, thanks to its lovely neighbors, Russia, Germany, and Austria, deciding they wanted a piece of the pie. You're cast as Wiktor, a paranormal PI who's battling more than just a hangover. His spiritual sickness, stemming from a faltering connection with his Salutor, has him chasing after none other than Grigori Rasputin for a cure. Because who else would you go to for spiritual healing if not the mad monk himself?

A Witcher's Sense Meets Persona's Demons

Wiktor's journey is a blend of isometric investigations pulled straight from a page of the Divinity: Original Sin playbook and turn-based battles that make you feel like you're controlling a demonic Pokémon roster. Except, instead of pocket monsters, you're dealing with Salutors - spirits born from human flaws, because apparently, we're all walking, talking defect catalogs​​​​.

Unleashing Hell with a Side of Politics

What really grinds my gears, in a good way, is how "The Thaumaturge" isn't just about bashing in the skulls of otherworldly creatures. It's steeped in the political brew of a Warsaw teetering on the edge, with each investigative step and monster mashing moment intertwined with the city's historical tensions​​​​.

Your Friendly Neighborhood Demons

And let's talk about these Salutors. You've got your first spectral sidekick, Upyr, a creature so charming he could make a vampire blush. These beings are your bread and butter, aiding in combat and, occasionally, making your ethical compass spin like a top. Choose wisely, though, because hoarding people's bad juju might just come back to bite you in the ass​​.

A Feast for the Eyes and Fists

Visually, the game's like walking through a gothic painting - if that painting occasionally glitched out thanks to a plethora of bugs that add an unintended layer of "What the fuck?" to your playthrough. But, bugs aside, the combat system is a dance of death that's as strategic as it is satisfying, letting you and your spectral pals throw down in style​​.

Final Verdict: A Fucking Rollercoaster of the Arcane and Absurd

"The Thaumaturge" is like that one party you go to expecting nothing but end up leaving with stories you'll tell for years. It's a twisted love letter to Slavic folklore, wrapped in a detective RPG that's as ambitious as it is flawed. With a world rich in lore, combat that keeps you on your toes, and a story that's as convoluted as my last relationship, it's a game that dares you to dive deep into its dark heart.

So, would I recommend saddling up and diving headfirst into the mystical shitshow that is "The Thaumaturge"? Absolutely. Just maybe keep a guide handy, because this game doesn't just challenge your skill - it challenges your sanity.

Rating: A solid 8/10 - Because who needs sanity when you've got Salutors and historical political drama to keep you company?

We at NLM received a key for this game for free, this however didn’t impact our review in any way.

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