Let's Play - BGT with a Codex Crew

[Merkwürdigliebe]

May we have another episode of this splendid performance good sir?

 

[chzr]

May we have another episode of this splendid performance good sir?

 

[oldmanpaco]

May we have another episode of this splendid performance good sir?

Either Thursday or it will have to wait until the weekend. I finished BG and uploaded all the pics. I just need a few hours to put it all together.

 

[MicoSelva]

This is one hell of an LP. I particularly like Lord Paco's precognition abilities that help him make all the best decisions

BG holds a special place in my heart, being the first CRPG I've ever finished. I've played it to hell and back. Bioteams, custom parties, solo, multiplayer, You name it. It's unfortunate that Bioware were never able to repeat the same feeling of exploration and adventure present in BG1. TotSC was already a bit of decline, which continued (and still continues) in BG2 and later games.
Ok, sorry, I will shut up now, it's just this thread ripped straight through my nostalgia shields.

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Also, I hope it's not too late to join the meatshield roster?

Mico Selva

Half-elf fighter/thief -or- human monk (whichever You consider more helpful).
true neutral
If F/T then go with bows and two-handed swords.

portrait: Cernd from BG2

STR: 18
DEX: 18
CON: 16+
INT: dump
WIS: 15+
CHA: dump

EDIT: I forgot to write, that it's supposed to be a male character.

 

[Morkar Left]

Truly an epic LP so far

 

[oldmanpaco]

Chapter 17: Baldur's Gate II

In the Temple of Helm

The gods be dammed. You're still alive.

The gods had very little to do with it. What are you doing here?

I'm a Priest of Helm. Where else would I be?

So where is SMA II?

Cut down by a stinking druid.

And that Paladin Wulf?

Accidentally killed by our Archer chrz.

And where is this Archer now?

Well there were these cultist - You know it doesn't matter. What are you doing right now?

Oh no. I'm not getting back on this caravan to hell.

Come on Grunker! Don't you miss the excitement? The adventure? The-

Never-ending deaths of your companions?

That's all behind us. We are solid now. With you and me and these two and maybe a few more we will be unstoppable!

Now when he said 'Never-ending death of your companions' what exactly did he mean?

He's exaggerating. And I have been holding on to this for you Grunker.

You can't bribe me into a fools death for a simple increase in my understanding of the world.

I know where another Tome is as well.

Eh what now?

I have heard there might be another one in Candlekeep. Come with us and I will get it for you.

Well....

What else do you have to do? Sitting around praying doesn't look to exciting.

Fine. But I sure as hell better not end up like the others.

Alright lets go get some more meat shiel, er, companions.

The Elfsong Inn

Hello future minions! My name is Lord Paco and these are my Merry Men.

Oh good. Still a jackass.

I am on a very important quest and am looking for people who want riches and glory to accompany me.

Will there be killing?

The question is when there won't be killing.

And riches you say?

Glory as well.

Don't care about glory. What about women?

Eh yes woman as well.

Bah I've seen no women yet.

That's because your face is a giant scab. You will have your fill of money and women my greenish friend.

Fine. But I better get what's coming to me.

There is almost no doubt about that.

OK anyone else want in on our glory?

Like the mongrel says - glory is unimportant.

Well my, my. Who might you be?

In this place I am called Blondie.

Uh huh. Very original. Welcome aboard.

You don't care what I do or what I want?

Not even a little bit.

Now Blondie, lets retire to my suite where we can discuss your skills and desires.

Are you sure that's what you want? It might shock your tender sensibilities.

I don't know about that - I'm very difficult to surprise.

Alright lets get going.

You don't look so good Paco. Something wrong.

No I'm fine.. just a little bit surprised.

And your tender sensibilities? How are they?

Thery are fine. Let's move out.

Gods man! What did she do to you?

Nothing! Let's go.

Go where exactly?

We need help from the Flaming Fist to take down the Iron Tower. Scar wanted us to do something.. Anyone here remember?

Who's Scar?

I don't recall him.

I just got here.

I once knew a man called Scar. Would you like to know where his scar was?

Right. That was the last group. I think someone was keeping track somewhere though.

That's right. No one wanted to go into the sewers so we did some other stuff.

And now they are all dead.

But we are not. Let's go.

Why are you walking funny?

We enter the Sewers

OK lets look for dead bodies and who might be killing them.

An ogre. Let's kill it.

I like where you head is orc.

Looks like we found the killer.

Time to report back.

Are we truly going back into the sewer to search for a rotting corpse?

It's a trying life we live.

OK show time people.

Do we have a plan?

I say we kill everyone.

Seconded.

Yes, yes. I'm sure we will end up killing most people. But let me do a bit of talking before we hack them to pieces.

We enter the Iron Tower Estate

We have talked to 5-6 people so far and not killed any of them. What's wrong?

Yes this is not what I signed up for.

I've learned Grunker! I have mastered the art of diplomacy. We may never need to fight again.

What!?

I find that hard to believe.

Just sit back and watch.

Oh well. Guess it's back to the hacking and slashing and all that.

That was invigorating.

Did we truly need to kill that man?

Why wouldn't we?

He was broken.. He gave us all the information he had.

He made his choices. Stop worrying about it.

I feel as if our actions sometimes push the limits of just behavior.

So did you just start to run with Paco? His actions also push the limits of logical behavior.

It's a good thing these idiots like writing letters.

Next - We return to Candlekeep to settle some old scores with the kitchen help.

 

[taplonaplo]

Awaiting SCS Sarevok battle. I was foolish enough to go with big picture instead. I really hope at least some of them content mods adds actually NEW content. I've been thru the ankheg farm cave layout 7x coz of fuckin DSoTC.

 

[MicoSelva]

Wow, You really ran through the sewers there. All the better, though. They would've wasted half an update if done completely.

The Iron Throne battle could have ended with a clusterfuck, given some bad luck. Haste can really make a difference between life and death.

 

[oldmanpaco]

Wow, You really ran through the sewers there. All the better, though. They would've wasted half an update if done completely.

The Iron Throne battle could have ended with a clusterfuck, given some bad luck. Haste can really make a difference between life and death.

I just went down the first sewer entrance I saw (by the Sorcerers Sundries) and the Ogre was right there. Pure luck.

 

[BethesdaLove]

Charisma 12? Int 17? Open locks? I just picked assassin because it sounded nice.
If you wanted a thief, should just have made her a thief.

 

[oldmanpaco]

Charisma 12? Int 17? Open locks? I just picked assassin because it sounded nice.
If you wanted a thief, should just have made her a thief.

Stop your whining. What can a rouge with 17 INT do? Also someone needed some open lock skills. The rest of the points are going into move silently/hide in shadows.

Also you are 3 updates away from owing me 500 posts.

 

[oldmanpaco]

Chapter 18: Candlekeep

We Travel to Candlekeep

10,000 gold for your head. Interesting.

No it's not. It's insulting. I am worth at least triple that.

Triple you say? Who would be offering that.

Ehhhh I don't remember. I'm sure it will come back to me though. Anyway lets rest before we head into the keep.

Blondie come over to my tent. I want to show you something me and a thief named Red did. You may want to bring a belt to bite down on. Don't want to keep the others awake.

Much Later

Ok do we have the book to get us in?

Right here.

Alright lets do this.

We enter the Keep

He seemed just a bit to insistent don't you think.

No worries. Just an old fool.

Says the young fool.

What?

What?

Finally some killing to be done.

Why the hell are the healers the only ones who get mazed?

Bah! We don't need healers.

I stand corrected.

The Iron Tower can suck it.

We have done a good thing today. All the Sword Coast will celebrate our deeds!

When do we get paid?

Well this sucks.

I am curios why we didn't just hack our way out of here?

When do we get paid?

We didn't hack our way our because we don't need to. Something will come up. For you new people - I have a destiny.

What destiny is that? To whimper like a little girl in bed?

That was surprisingly painful. And I noticed a few tears trickling out of your eyes last night.

Anyway my destiny is not to rot away in a cell somewhere. Something will come up.

Looks like he gave me a letter from Gorion.

Well that is just awesome.

The fact heat your father was the god of murder is 'awesome'.

Yes, yes it is. All my talk about destiny was true!

Wow Paco. You somehow seem more attractive...

There are going to be a lot of people to kill following you...

I find this fascinating...

To be honest the piles of dead companions now makes sense...

I hate to break up the love fest but I have a little philosophical problem with this whole situation.

You're the son of the God of Murder correct?

Oh yeah.

And he was a cruel and evil entity correct?

No doubt he was pretty badass.

And his 'blood' flows through your veins?

Do you have a point here?

I am not sure I can allow you to live.

What? Come on have I ever shown any indications that I am an evil psychopath?

Well..

Psychopath might be a bit of a stretch..

What you did to me last night certainly wasn't 'good'..

Pariah I swear I will not walk down a path a pure evil.

How can I trust you? I've seen so many people cut down who's only crime was to stand in your way.

He has a point.

No denying you like the blood and guts option most of the time.

Well going forward I will not indulge in those actions. You have my word.

And what if you cannot control yourself?

Well then cut my down where I stand.

I suppose that will have to do for now.

Don't worry Pariah - I'll help you put his evil ass in the ground when the time comes.

The promise is kept Grunker. Read up.

Wow Blondie - you are terrible at detecting traps.

I am trying my best you roach.

Give her a break. Her skills are more pronounced in other ventures.

Perhaps we should talk about who gets to use this manual?

As a front line warrior I should get the manual.

I also stand on the front line you mongrel!

If I was a bit stronger I could where better armor. Paco what do you think?

About what? Let's go.

God Damn am I sick of fighting doppelgangers.

Grunkar Levels Up

Good lord! What exactly have you been doing with that hammer?

I plan on living through this mess. If that means staying behind you three idiots then so be it.

Good thing we tried to talk our way out of this fight first.

Maybe you could try to kill something with your hammer for a change. Or would you rather just make sarcastic remarks?

I depends on which activity is going to let me live.

Wasn't there another guy with this group?

I hate it when they go all invisible on us.

Stop him! He is slowly getting away!

Sorry chief we wouldn't walk fast enough to catch him.

Don't blame yourself. I'm sure there was nothing that could be done.

We exit the Catacombs

Alright so Sarovak is trying to take control of the city.

And more than likely the Fist thins we are murderers.

And we cannot just kill the Fist soldiers. They are simple uniformed.

This is going to be great.

Next - Back to Baldur's Gate!

 

[waywardOne]

nice.

 

[oldmanpaco]

Chapter 19: Baldur's Gate III - Part 1

We Travel back to Baldur's Gate

So Scar is dead and Elton is dying. Things are going well.

You worry to much.

So that was Sarovok's woman. Perhaps I should ruin her for him.

You most certainly will not!

You can play hide the ferret late with her if you want. Right now we have some things to think about.

Like how Sarovak is your brother?

What's more important is that he is trying to take away my destiny.

And what destiny are you searching for? Does this dream of a bloody war along road the to becoming a god excite your blood?

Of course... not. My destiny is to save the people from that fate.

So where to now? The Iron Tower?

Seems like plan.

We rest before the assault.

Into the Iron Tower Estate

This place is royally screwed.

Sarovak doesn't seem to be to popular with his own people that's for sure.

Well then after we kill him there probably won't be any idiots out looking for revenge.

Only if we kill everyone who is close to him. One of whom is one floor up.

Oh Dammit.

We could have easily allowed her to live.

She had a direct hand in everything that has plagued the coast in the last year. She deserved her fate.

Many people deserve many different things. What gives yo the right to always choose death.

Enough! You two are missing the important matter at hand.

And what is that?

That Nick is a lovely young lady.

Screw you dwarf. This is a temporary inconvenience!

Look how her bosoms heave when she exerts herself..

I am not a woman you mongrel.

Not yet. But perhaps tonight I can show you what it means to be one.

I will kill you all for this. All of you!

Calm down little mage. When we have time I will explain to you the arts of pleasing a man. That will make you feel better.

I already know what pleases - Arghhhhhhhh!!

I suppose we should go to the Underceller and stop those assassins.

It seams the thing to do.

This diary looks to be important. You should probably keep it on your person, as it could be a key piece of incriminating evidence regarding Sarevok's involvement in the iron crisis and bandit raids, as well as some rather interesting insight into his murderous heritage. Some of the more relevant entries are as follows:

21st of Nightal, 1366: Father seems to be plotting something major, but as usual, he is not revealing any details of the plan to me. The conversations in his study lately have tended toward the Cloakwood and its natural defenses, and pumping water from caves. I have been able to piece
together nothing from this, nor do I know the men who have been visiting him. This will change.

11th of Ches, 1367: Another violent dream. I was a boy again, and a dog was barking at me, so I killed it with the dagger I found in my hand, the
same bone dagger from the other dreams. Mother started to chastise me, and I ripped out her throat. Her blood was fresh, but I already had old blood on my hands, and my fingers had strangely turned into claws. The dog's head came back to life; its eyes were solid black. "Like father, like son," it said. I felt quite calm during the dream, but when I awoke I found I had been crying. Is this weakness? I must expunge it.

14th of Mirtul, 1367: The ceremony marking the completion of my Deathbringer training seemed rather anticlimactic to me, but my performance seems to have impressed Father. He took me aside and informed me that tomorrow, he shall reveal to me what he has been plotting these past few months, and even grant me a major role in it, if his associates agree. He assures me that it is a far-reaching plan, and I should not be disappointed with my responsibilities. My interest is quite piqued.
Cythandria was also quite pleased with my display this morning, so much so that it took her hours to fully express her appreciation. When we first
grew close, I remember how glad I was to find someone who was not repulsed by my affinity for death, but tonight I realized that her thirst is not like mine after all: She has no real desire to get in close and perform the deed herself, she prefers to derive her thrill vicariously. And whether she
feels the genuine rush of bloodlust as I do, or if she merely thinks of it as a way to excite her arousal, I am not sure. . . but I fear it is the latter.

15th of Mirtul, 1367: Father has finally informed me of his secret, and frankly, it sounds rather pathetic, not worth any excitement at all. All
Father has is the location of a mine concealed deep in the Cloakwood, unknown to anyone else but the virtually extinct Orothiar dwarf clan, and
according to them still rich in iron ore when it was accidentally flooded years ago. Bah. Iron?! I had guessed something similar, but from all of Father's caution and secrecy, I was anticipating a treasure much more glamorous than a stupid iron mine. Where is the glorious blood-rush that awaits me? I did not spend years of combat training just to assist in Father's counting-house. I feel the need for a challenge much more exciting than the rabble I have been wasting my skills on. I feel the need to finally slay something worthy of the strength I have been sensing awakening within me.

8th of Flamerule, 1367: Today, Father introduced me to his subordinates Davaeorn and Tranzig, who have made the journey to the hidden mine and
confirmed that it could be put into use once again. This evening, I was approached on the street by a ragged beggarly man who would not give his name, but thrust a book into my hands and said he would be back. The book is worthless, a common third-rate account of the Time of Troubles, and in horrible condition as well; nearly every single page is torn in some way. Yet something about the man tells me he was more than a simple lunatic.

9th of Flamerule, 1367: This night's dream was very strange: it was back in the temple, except that every single priestess had MY face, and held an
identical bone dagger. I looked toward the altar where I had always been before, but instead of ME tied to the stone slab, it was the tattered book
from yesterday. I had a dagger too, and when I stabbed the book, it bled. The blood, and then the book itself, dissolved into a sort of magical
energy which overflowed the gutters in the altar and then evaporated into the air. I awoke to what felt like an icy grip trying to shatter my heart.
I immediately examined the book again. It was damaged deliberately: no two rips line up, and the only pages that were NOT torn have to do with the killing of Bhaal and his efforts to ensure his legacy. The more I think about what this might mean, the more I hesitate to write it down, even here.

14th of Eleint, 1367: Cormyr has instituted a ban against the Iron Throne from operating within their borders. While this is a great blow to the Iron
Throne, it is the perfect opportunity for father to approach the Throne high council with his proposal. If things go well, we could begin the operation within the year. In more personal matters, my curiosity about my ancestry grows unceasingly; I simply must know if the dreams speak the truth. I will not believe the words of phantoms without proof, but the Priest of Bhaal I confronted today gave me nothing: he was old and died quickly in my grasp. If the words are true, I shall surely groom stronger acolytes than this.

20th of Eleint, 1367: The ragged man has finally reappeared, this time without his disguise. He gives the name of Winski Perorate, and confirms my suspicions: I am indeed one of the fallen Bhaal's many offspring. He claims to have been apprenticed to a Deathstalker, and therefore knows the signs. He has spent the past few years on the move, tracking down as many of the children as he can, but it seems that I am the most promising of them all, and he apparently intends to train me as his sole pupil. He has already informed me that I could not have chosen a more appropriate path than that of Deathbringer. I think I shall enjoy this very much.

28th of Eleint, 1367: Davaeorn reports that the mines at Cloakwood have been drained and are ready for use. This revelation should help greatly in
convincing the Throne high council. Rieltar is setting up a base in Baldur's Gate, in the mansion of a destitute noble family, and everything is running smoothly.

19th of Marpenoth, 1367: The Iron Throne council has agreed to support father's plan. He has been given all the resources he needs, as well as
leadership of the project. I have expressed interest to my 'father', and as promised, he is including me within the operations along the Sword Coast.
He is sending me, as his representative, to make contact with some of the mercenary groups operating to the east. He mentioned mother in our
conversation: how I wasn't to be disloyal to him as she had. He made it clear that I would suffer her fate if I was. His threats are weak and hollow,
and I shall listen to them for only so long. I am tempted to take the opportunity to make a side visit to Candlekeep on the return trip. There are some things about my heritage that even Winski does not know, and the exact text of the prophecies of Alaundo should prove most illuminating.

30th of Marpenoth, 1367: I met with the leaders of the Chill, and Black Talons. I have little liking for Ardenor, commander of the Chill, but Taugosz
seems to be a man of his word. It is a good thing, as I'll have to work with these mercenaries for the full duration: Rieltar is even supporting placing me in command of this entire wing of the operation. But it would not do, of course, for the adopted son of an Iron Throne leader to be seen visiting the bandits, so I have chosen the half-ogre Tazok as my figurehead; his abilities and loyalty to me are very satisfactory.

3rd of Uktar, 1367: A new dream this night. Mother was talking to me, but as she did her face became bloated and discolored. Her voice became weaker as she spoke to me, telling me to save her from Rieltar. I could see the garrote cutting into her neck, but I did nothing. It was only a dream.

8th of Uktar, 1367: Today I returned to our newly-completed headquarters in Baldur's Gate and reported to Rieltar. The fool still insists on calling me his son, and for now I will let him. He assumes that I am loyal to him because he raised me. Well, loyal I am, but only as long as he is useful. He has indeed placed me in full command of the mercenary operations, while he supervises the doppelganger intrigues and Davaeorn oversees the mining angle. The demonstration of the mineral poison was most impressive.

9th of Uktar, 1367: Winksi has similarly occupied himself well during my absence, and today presented me with the location of a nearby sect of
Cyricists, who have made a particular practice of researching everything they can about Bhaal, and especially his successor. It only makes sense that Cyric would be very interested in the offspring of his fallen foe, rising to reclaim his portfolio. Winski wants to capture one or more of their
leaders and extract their knowledge from them, but I say we should shoot higher and interrogate them all. But that requires more than just two people, so I shall begin carefully selecting followers. Though I fully realize that my heritage should remain a general secret, especially from Rieltar, it is time that the Son of Murder had the acolytes he deserves.

14th of Uktar, 1367: Cythandria reacted to my revelation exactly as I thought she would: She immediately saw herself as a queen or an idol of
worship, the only fitting roles for the consort of the Lord of Murder. Only after several minutes of imagining life seated at my right hand did she
think to pay me any proper homage or obesiance. If I had the luxury of choice, I would not have to put up with this kind of attitude, but I need to
establish a power base of my own, so I shall tolerate it. . . for now. There will be time for correction later.

Feast of the Moon, 1367: The Cyricists are ours, and we have begun pumping them for information, with Zhalimar taking over whenever other matters call me away. I have ordered that the younger members be kept alive, except to serve as useful examples to motivate the elder priests to be more orthcoming. What Winski is most concerned about is that some mysterious "ward of Gorion" is mentioned in the prophecies, and is said to play a major role in the succession to Bhaal's portfolio, but there is no depiction of this rune or sigil anywhere, nor does he know what its significance might be. It is a pity that Gorion is not a more uncommon name.

17th of Nightal, 1367: Mulahey has established himself at the mines of Nashkel, and should already be converting the kobolds to follow him as their
leader. I expect they will begin contaminating the ore soon, though it will take some time before it becomes evident on the surface. Only a few
slaves have begun to mine out the ore at Cloakwood, though once the bandit raids begin I will be sending Davaeorn a steady supply of new slaves. I wish I could lure Davaeorn into joining my little cult, knowing that he still secretly worships Bhaal, but he has some deep distrust of me, even after I dropped hints about my true parentage.

29th of Nightal, 1367: Tamoko has displayed surprising skill in demoralizing some of the most resistant Cyricists. The way she slew one of the junior
members, and then later quietly re-animated his corpse to attack his leeping former comrades, was a sheer treat to watch. I was quite surprised that
she had the audacity to rouse me directly out of my bed for the latter portion, however. Not that I needed an excuse to leave Cythandria's company: She complains far too much.

6th of Hammer, 1368: The Flaming Fist have finally begun to take notice of our little mercenary operation, and have dispatched several small contingents to the Coast Way to try to fend off the bandit raids. I shall order all the men to, in the event of capture, claim Zhentish allegiance,
and I shall provide them with corroborative details to make the lie more convincing. I am sure the Zhents at Darkhold won't be pleased to know that their name has been falsely used, but we cannot have the authorities catching our scent. Meanwhile, we have successfully infiltrated Angelo into the Flaming Fist, and I am instructing him in military strategy: Once this new talent of his gets recognized, he will be sure to get promoted, giving us a valuable spy right under Eltan's nose.

22nd of Hammer, 1368: More revelations from the Cyricists: after intense examination, we finally got some names and numbers. I wonder what is so
important about Saradush? It seems Bhaal spawned literally hundreds of offspring, all over Faerun, but only twenty of these shall be of any real
importance, and from them, five shall almost make the heavens themselves tremble in fear. This is very promising. But it seems that the head priest
of Cyric is as in the dark as to this 'ward of Gorion' as we are. Blast! I shall have to find an opportunity to enter Candlekeep after all.

14th of Alturiak, 1368: In Candlekeep at last, and though Winski was too ill to leave Baldur's Gate, my research has gone well. The monks here are
quite helpful. From what I have read, it is beyond all doubt that the blood of Bhaal flows through my veins. Alaundo's prophecies are, of course,
anything but explicit, but I think I understand them. Bhaal's children bear the marks of chaos, have power with no direction, shall feel the blood of
a god within them, and shall be driven to cause death and destruction, especially among each other. "The deaths they bring shall awaken the father, and through them he will rise." The wording is somewhat ambiguous, but obviously this means that death wrought by the children will cause them to ascend. Fitting, and since the father was the Lord of Murder, proving one's worth must involve an act in accordance with his portfolio. I begin to see what I must do. Death on a god-like scale.

15th of Alturiak, 1368: Winski was a fool. "Gorion's ward" is not any sort of glyph at all, but rather a brat named Lord Paco, a few years younger
than myself. And Gorion himself, though even older now, is doubtless the very same man from the temple, all those long years ago. How ironic that the face that has been etched upon my brain for most of my life has been, for all this time, living as a monk practically on my doorstep. And while I have nothing to prove it, I believe that Lord Paco was that same squealing baby in the soiled diaper. And THIS little pipsqueak is to have monumental
importance in the fulfillment of MY destiny? The very idea seems ludicrous. I barely got more than a glimpse today, but Lord Paco seems nothing more
than a blissfully ignorant whelp, with next to no training whatsoever. Hardly a figure to shake the deities. But Gorion troubles me. He seems to
have taken an interest in my readings; I must be careful to be more clandestine in my research.

16th of Alturiak, 1368: I take my leave of Candlekeep now, and not a moment too soon, for I am sure that Gorion has perceived my heritage. I wish I could simply kill him, but I doubt I could safely murder him within this damnable library. One thing I am certain of: Lord Paco is, in actuality, one
of Bhaal's brood as well. All the markings are there, and it would explain Gorion's curiosity of my studies, as well as Lord Paco's being mentioned in
the prophecy. Though there is nothing I can do now, I will have to make certain to return and kill the little brat. It would be foolish of me to let
one of my siblings live, especially one being brought up by Harpers (and I am sure that is where Gorion's allegiances lay). And I expect that Bhaal's
power would be shared among his surviving children, so obviously I must make sure that I am the last man standing. If I am to inherit the Throne of
Bhaal, I want it all for myself.

19th of Alturiak, 1368: The last of our little Cyric cult has died, but I think we wrung everything useful from them in time. Winski largely shares
my opinion about Lord Paco in that the child's death is almost certainly called for, but advises me to stop short of actual murder until he can
determine exactly what sort of role 'Gorion's ward' is expected to play. Very well, I can wait. Winski's health seems to be failing him, so he has
deputized Semaj to take over the business of sniffing out any possible Bhaalspawn in the area, and luring them to the Iron Throne on the pretense of business reasons. Those I deem a possible threat I shall kill myself, the rest I will let Semaj deal with in some way. I have discreetly commissioned a fine suit of armor and sword, worthy of the next Lord of Murder, and have postponed my fratricidal activities until I can dress the part.

17th of Ches, 1368: Everything proceeds well. The ore coming from Nashkel has started to deteriorate, and the mercenaries have been doing a fine job at seizing any iron caravans on route to Baldur's Gate. Though some of my men have been captured, the Zhent story is holding up well, so no trouble has fallen on the Iron Throne. But I will have to be wary for Zhentish agents in the coming months. I am actually a bit disappointed in Rieltar: His still in manipulating this whole iron plot notwithstanding, he sees it as nothing more than another way to make money, and increase his own status within the Iron Throne hierarchy. Bah! Who cares about the petty intrigues of one pathetic mercantile organization, when one can control the armies of entire nations? Ah, well. His blindness is my gain.

25th of Tarsakh, 1368: The armor is completed, and is wonderfully appropriate for the terrifying presence of a Deathbringer descended from the Lord of Murder. I shall have to congratulate Winski for helping with the design, especially the additional enchantments awakened only by the presence of the Bhaal essence. The sword shall not be finished for another day or two, but it seems appropriate that I should kill my first sibling with my own bare hands. Goodbye, Colin de'Graage. You are not one of the twenty; Alaundo never gave a damn about you, and neither do I.

28th of Tarsakh, 1368: The Sword of Chaos is glorious. The time is now ripe to deal with that old codger Gorion, and his little whelp. I will have
to inform my men that I'll be gone for the next few days. Cythandria was furious when she learned I am taking Tamoko instead of her. Perhaps this
will motivate her to support me in areas other than just the bedroom.

2nd of Mirtul, 1368: My long-delayed revenge on the withered old man is complete. I actually killed him a bit too quickly; I wanted enough time to
look into his dying eyes and remind him of where we had met before. Ah well, it is of no real consequence. What a pair of prize fools he and his
little puppy were, fleeing Candlekeep under cover of night, neither one of them carrying any more than a few pitiful scraps of equipment. Semaj's
agents scared them right into our ambush. Unfortunately, the whelp got away; took off running like a terrified jackrabbit after only a single spell.
I would have told Tamoko to follow him, but between my laughter and my lust for vengeance, it slipped my mind. Still, with the old fool gone, the
young fool shall not be far behind. From what I have seen, I would expect anyone with Lord Paco's level of skill and bravery to simply get lost in the
wilderness, and die of exposure after a day or two. A fitting end for the prize pupil of the man who thought I was less important than a squealing
infant. I return to Baldur's Gate, and the list of brothers and sisters who are actually worthy of death by my hand. Just to be on the safe side, I
have contacted Semaj's little network, and added Lord Paco's name to those whose deaths will be rewarded.

9th of Mirtul, 1368: Well, well! Not only has Lord Paco NOT gotten eaten by gibberlings as I expected, but has also survived the best attempts of two of Semaj's bounty hunters, fallen in with a group of adventurers, and safely met with the mayor of Nashkel! It appears there may be a spine in there after all. Still, it is obvious that this little war party seeks to disrupt our activities in the mines; happily, Tazok and Tranzig have been well
prepared for this sort of thing, and know just what to do.

15th of Mirtul, 1368: The loss of Nashkel was a shocking blow to us, but we can recover; at the emergency meeting, we agreed that the best solution
would be to send some of our own men into Nashkel, if not into the mine itself, and corrupt as much ore as possible without getting caught. I
suggested that the most opportune time would be during transit: whether as ore-cart drivers or caravan guards, our men should easily be able to
contaminate the iron, since everyone else would be watching the horizon, not the wagons, and in the event of an attack by our mercenaries, the Black Talons would already have a couple of their men planted among the enemy. After some debate, even Davaeorn was made to see the wisdom of this. The best part is that even if we only manage to poison SOME of the ore shipped out of Nashkel, rumors will start circulating that the town's iron is still just as tainted as before, they're just claiming that it's pure and shipping it out anyway. Some might even say that the entire adventuring party was just a lie that Nashkel made up, so people would start buying their iron again. I will mention this additional angle to Rieltar tomorrow. Still, the news that Lord Paco is still alive, despite all odds, troubles me greatly. I shall talk the matter over with Winski, and then strike. Personally, if I can find the time.

24th of Mirtul, 1368: Hellfire and damnation! I cannot believe the dispatches, but there is no denying them. With Tazok's camp destroyed, I shall have to establish a roaming base of operations, and supervise it myself. Rieltar and Davaeorn have agreed to this largely because, in my new armor, I cannot be recognized and traced back to the Iron Throne. But blast it all, in addition to the loss of men, this will take up ALL of my time, and I shall even have to recall most of the death squads that I had ordered to seek out and ambush Lord Paco and company. The situation looks dire, Lord Paco already knows far too much. At least their next move is predictable; Davaeorn and a crew hand-picked by Rieltar have already left to personally guard the mines. So let Lord Paco's little band follow the trail of clues if they wish. Just let them TRY to struggle through the Cloakwood, and may they all perish in the attempt. Myself, I care little whether they find the mine or not; the men there belong to Davaeorn and Rieltar, not me. I must use this time to recollect the scattered mercenaries into something useful once again.

9th of Kythorn, 1368: Back in Baldur's Gate, briefly, for the emergency meeting I had been expecting. The news from the Cloakwood has predictably driven Rieltar half-mad with worry. I admit that things have not gone anything like the way we planned, but I think we can still turn this to our advantage. For one thing, I strongly doubt that Lord Paco was able to carry more than a hundred tons of iron ore out of the Cloakwood, meaning that it's still there, waiting for our barges to come pick it up, just as arranged. The trick will be manipulating the public opinion: I must find some way to place the blame for the iron crisis squarely on Lord Paco's shoulders, as I cannot make my break with the Iron Throne until the fruit is fully ripe. At least Lord Paco's next move is obvious: Here to Baldur's Gate to accuse the Iron Throne. Would that I could slay them in the streets, but
we must not cause an uproar, and I am needed back at the camp in any case. I have prepared Zhalimar and his hand-picked crew to stand guard in my stead, in wait for Lord Paco's next--and last--blundering step against me.

12th of Kythorn, 1368: Lord Paco has finally entered Baldur's Gate, and has gotten very friendly with Scar, but has not yet made any direct move
against the Iron Throne. From the tone of his letter, Rieltar is on the verge of panic, expecting assassins to emerge from his bedclothes at any
moment. He urges me to come to the city at once, mentioning something about wanting me to be present at an important meeting in a secure location. Something tells me the coward is scraping for any excuse to stay out of Lord Paco's reach. Happily, Tazok is now fully recovered and back to fighting strength, so he can resume his former duties while I return to the city and get things under control.

14th of Kythorn, 1368: I have long known of Rieltar's more pacifist tendencies, but I would never have expected him to actually arrange a meeting with the Knights of the Shield to PREVENT a war that should be very profitable to him. No one would accuse my mortal 'father' of being a charming man, but he can certainly be oily when he needs to, so I must intervene. But secrecy and deception are crucial now: If the Wheel of Fate is to spin freely under my hand, I must be very cunning. I have therefore informed Rieltar that Lord Paco's little mercenary band had been dispatched, and neatly replaced by a doppelganger crew as arranged. Therefore, when they suddenly burst into the meeting, his panicky reactions will all but ensure a bloody outcome. But too much is at stake with this to leave anything to chance: The doppelgangers and I must be present as well, though heavily disguised. I shall ask my acolytes to prepare something suitable. Happily, the sect of Cyric had some old texts which will almost certainly satisfy the entry requirements into Candlekeep, and Winski and Semaj have already copied down anything of relevance.

19th of Kythorn, 1368: Barely enough time to write, but I must not neglect my journals so. The future dead must know of how the Lord of Murder again came to them. Perhaps I shall hire a scribe, when time allows. As it turns out, I did not even need to maneuver one of the Cyricist's books into Lord Paco's hands, as Duke Eltan was more than willing to give my little scapegoat one of his own texts. Just moments ago, I saw Lord Paco enter the walls of Candlekeep, and I expect our little drama to commence here any minute. My self-styled father, Rieltar, is upstairs with two representatives of the Knights of the Shield. As foreseen, he has been blocking all my attempts to escalate the border hostilities. Terribly sorry, 'father,' but my true parentage calls and you are in my way. On the off chance that the upcoming encounter does not immediately produce bloodshed, I shall be sure to instruct the dopplegangers in the exact manner Rieltar should die. I think a garrote would be perfect for the task.

21st of Kythorn, 1368: On top of the world. With Thaldorn, Rieltar and Brunos slain, Lord Paco in custody for their murders, and the entire assets of the Iron Throne at my disposal, the entire city is practically at my feet, and everything is working out as Alaundo said it would. I have announced my intention to donate everything to the war effort, and now that Silvershield is out of the way, the rumors of elevating me to Grand Duke are beginning to catch on among the populace. The only blight on the day is the news that the message I sent to Zhalimar did not reach him in time, robbing me of six of my best and brightest. I have dealt with the messenger accordingly, and perhaps I can arrange it so that I perform Lord Paco's execution personally, thus completing the circle of revenge.

This bastard really, really liked to write.

We head to the Undercellar

Ok we are looking for two assassins. Sarovak might be here as well.

Blondie Levels Up

Well these look interesting.

Indeed. Do we go to the palace then?

We must go save Duke Eltan before we attend to the matters at the palace.

Who cares about him.

Doesn't he owe us money?

To the Flaming fist HQ then.

Fine lets go.

See this is what happens when we don't kill people! We end up in jail.

My point about the innocent remains valid.

Anyone else find it odd they didn't take our weapons away?

Well they don't seem to be the smartest bunch do they. Lets find a way out.

OK now that we are out we need to get back in.

We are wasting time. Lets rush the front door.

Now wait-

Sounds good.

What have we done. What have I done...

We did what was needed.

No! We could have avoided this massacre.

They could have fled but they didn't. Everyone makes their own choices.

And I choose to strike these men down.. for doing what they believed to be just.

Get it together Paladin. We have work to do.

No! I can no longer call myself that...

Bloody hell. Why do all the nut jobs end up following me?

Thank you.

You know what I mean. Pariah listen to me - We will redeem you. But we need to move now.

And how will we do that.

By stopping Sarovak. Think how many people will be saved with his defeat.

You understand so little yet promise so much. Very well. I will fight with you though I doubt it will change anything.

Good enough.

I can't help noticing he didn't pay us.

Well he can't pay us if he dies now can he.

Your reasoning is sound. Your tone could use some work though.

To the palace I suppose.

It seems as if we are almost done with this journey.

Yes, yes it does.

Next - We crash a party.

 

[oldmanpaco]

Chapter 19: Baldur's Gate III - Part 2

We head to the Palace

Do we have a plan?

Let's charge in and kill the bastard.

Quality plan chief!

Time to die brother!

That's a whole lot of doppelganger.

Don't worry. We got this.

Time to die brother! Also summon some monsters and cast some protection spells!

How come every one can teleport us but you Nicolette?

I am not a woman!

Don't worry beautiful. You will be after tonight.

We enter the Underground City

I have a bad feeling about this. Maybe we should get some city guards to help.

I agree. Attacking Sarovak in his base might not be the best option.

How cute. The little ladies are already forming a click.

You all worry to much. I have a destiny and that destiny is not to die under this city.

And the rest of us?

We all walk our own paths. Perhaps yours is tied to mine.

I guess we are going to find out.

You said I could ruin her Paco!

Go for it. No one here will judge you.

Mock me further at the risk of your life.

Fine, I apologize. You may ruin Nicolette later tonight.

What!?

Hmmm. I find your terms acceptable.

The hell you do!

Sarovak is in here. I can feel it.

He won't be alone.

The price will need to be paid.

It always is.

Next - The Price is Paid

 

[oldmanpaco]

I'll post the last BG1 update when we hit a new page. I already have 3 on this page.

 

[chzr]

sup?

 

[chzr]

 

[chzr]

 

[chzr]

i win

 

[Nickless]

Hahaha, I had no idea that was a wild surge. Well done

 

[oldmanpaco]

Chapter 20: The Price

Is everyone ready?

As I will ever be.

I doesn't really matter. I'm doomed already.

Lets just kill them all.

I get to be on top tonight.

I wish I had my manhood back.

We enter the Temple of Bhaal

OK summon everything we can and buff the hell up.

We already did that.

Oh. Well let me go talk to my brother.

OK people he conveniently told us that we need to kill his little minions before we can hurt him.

Good lord. If he is not writing down his plans he is telling us what his weakness is.

Yeah we can mock him later. Right now everyone use anything that might help.

One of his bitches down!

Ha - God of Murder? We are so in control of this fight.

Two of his bitches down.

Ahh... Little help here...

Oh we are screwed.

Paco no!!!!

Dammit Paco snap out of it!!!

I can clear his mind! Paco-

Any ideas Dwarf?

I will die with honor orc. What will you do?

I plan to live.

You fool yourself.. We all die in the end.

What happened..it's all faded...

The others are dead.

How? Did I..

How they died does not matter. All that matters is we are alive. And we have work to do.

Morkar - stand down. I will deal with my brother.

As you wish Lord Paco.

Burn in hell brother. The future is mine.

Sarovak is Dead

It appears to be over.

Paco..

Yes old friend?

Paco, I hope.. I hope..

Yes..

You burn in hell...

You too my friend, you too.
***

What now chief?

Sarovak wanted to be a god.

So he said.

Well if a fool like him could be a god..

Why can't I?

 

[chzr]

Great update.
Really good work, mang

 

[taplonaplo]

no more

Epic final battle indeed, but it's kinda lame you could take down sarevok with 2 guy in the end.

 

[MicoSelva]

Holy shit, what a massacre. Dominating Lord Paco really turned the tide. Pity that Grunker died, though. I hoped to see him in BG2 too. Only tanks survived - crapload of HP FTW.