Gabriel Knight 4 - blog

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Gabriel
Happy birthday to you!

Many happy returns of the day along with the wish of a great comeback from the world of shadows you currently live in. Even at the age of 43 you are the best. And by the way, good luck with Gracie.

Hugs

The GK fanbase

“Ghost are the symbol of regrets” said once Jane Jensen during an interview.
This made me think of what kind of regrets Gabriel could be facing at the moment. Does he feel responsible for the death of Wolfgang Ritter and Malia Gedde? And what about Frederick Von Glower, the charming, intelligent, ambitious and sensitive werewolf whose curse was his very bloodline?
We left Gabriel at the age of thirty-eight in an empty hotel room in Rennes-le-Château, alone for the first time in his life. The company of thousands of fans has not been enough: the Schattenjäger probably packed his things the day after and returned to his priesthoodlike isolation in Rittersberg. I believe he has not been with a woman since the events of that night. The last trial has been trial by fire, it has completed the process begun five years before when in an overrealistic dream a dragon burnt away the past of a New Orleaner writer: Gabriel has changed deeply since then.
During all this time spent in Schloss Ritter, sealed in the Schattenjäger library as if it was a crypt Gabriel has had the time to think. How many wrong choices has he made?

Every time I think I have the universe figured out, it laughs at me. “Hey, Gabe!” it says. “How does this fit in with it all? You think that voodoo, vampires, werewolves, age-old secrets, angels, Undeath, death… you think that’s all there is?”

Yeah. I kinda did think that.

So where am I? Some Egyptian tomb? Locked up in Tutankhamen’s sarcophagus? I can twitch my cheek muscles a little - it doesn’t feel as though I’m wearing any death mask. Be grateful for small things, I suppose.

Weird thing is… here I am, wherever I am, and these things, these faces, are looking at me. They’ve crying over me, calling to me, like dæmons or something… only they don’t look evil. (Of course, what evil thing ever looks evil?)

And one of them… I heard one of them speaking. Faintly, you know - not loudly, not clearly, but I heard it.

“We want you, Gabe!”

Wooohoo. Now that I’ve heard a lot in my life. Hey, it comes with the good looks and charm. But what is this then? Some sort of groupie-fest? Succubi and things wanting to love me to death?

I’m still so confused it’s like being in a trance or something. I can’t explain all of this. I only know I’m cold, alone, and wondering what the hell is happening. And I’m dreaming again…

I… think I was dreaming. I tried to move my limbs, but I guess this business of not really being alive in GK4 yet is murder on actual movement. So far, it feels like I’m wrapped up like an Egyptian mummy - that’s about how much movement I have.

Anyway, there I was, minding nobody’s business (because I don’t really have any business - yet), when I saw something. Okay, I’m not saying I really saw it. It was just… faint. I thought I saw it. Them.

Faces.

Faces staring at me. Some of them were crying. They had their arms stretched out to me. One of them tried to speak. I could see the lips moving. ‘Ga–bri–el…”

I tell you, it sent chills up my spine.

I’m no stranger to the otherworld, as you know. But this…? I couldn’t figure out what it was. Ghosts? A hallucination? Too late a night? Or am I going crazy down here in non-existence?

I’ll post more when I find out what’s going on - or even if I’m just desperate for something to do. If you’ve got any clues about what I saw, you know, you could drop a line… help me out here…

~ Gabe

This site is like a fairytale baby, the son of a king. After one hour, it was already fifteen days old, in three days it showed the age of four. It is not growing in days, but in hours, and it is protected by the family talisman.
What is it going to surprise us with tomorrow? Nobody knows it, but the warm, satin darkness that gave us such a gift.

Gabriel is proud of his baby. It has his eyes.

As I lay here hoping, wishing, praying (yes I’ve even resorted to that), my mind wandered to the past.From voodoo to werewolves to vampires,from New Orleans to Munich to Rennes-le-Château.From the grand history of my family to their ultimate end.From love lost to love gained, and predictably lost again.

Then suddenly that’s it.Or…is it really it?Is that really all there is to me, Gabriel Knight?I hear my name being repeatedly but faintly called for revival from beyond, trying to get me out of the darkness, out of oblivion.But that’s not loud enough.Surely they could do more than that?Surely there’s more who wants me out?

I feel a deadly tiredness upon me. Perhaps I should give up all hope and lie hear, imagining that I breathe rather than hoping I’ll ever have real air in my lungs again. Perhaps the crypt is my only home now…

But no. I just can’t give up. I can’t…

You’ve GOT to get me out of here. Please.