my thoughts exactly
"garrotten" jesus motor-oil-sanctified denton on a pogo stick
do they garrotte all visitors or is all of their ga famously rotten? questions questionswow, much original, such modding skills i tremble in awe... no, wait: it's a prelude to throwing up
ahaha nigga they literally ripped the Staff of Lazarus from Diablo ahahaSouth a ways, this hilariously out of place weapon rack contains
i feel for you dude; have you considered drinking heavily? works for me approximately 100% of the time
at this point, it would not surprise me the mod "author" was inserting his RL daughter-from-another-father, that's nothing compared to other shit we've seen
Dialogue said:: We don't require any assistance at the moment.
: Then I will bid you farewell. Before you leave, know that there is a madman by the name of Bassilus who roams the wilderness killing any innocents that happen along his path. If you were to... dispose of him and bring back his holy symbol, there is a large reward offered. It is a grisly task, but sometimes there is little choice.
Dialogue said:: Sounds like a worthwhile offer.
: Then consider it done. I'll have it done within moments... I have a mold of armor that is just in need of special material for its padding... There, all done!
Wyvern's Scale said:: This armor was crafted for Archwizard Hank by Taerom Fuiruim, reknowned blacksmith of Beregost. Fashioned from the hide of a dead wyvern, the armor is as cumbersome as scalemail but provides the protection of magical platemail and imbues the wearer with resistance against certain poisons.
STATISTICS:
Armor Class: 2
Saving Throws: +5 bonus vs. death
Poison Resistance: +25%
Dexterity Penalty: -5%
Speed Factor Penalty: +3
Physical Resistance Bonuse: +15%
Arcane Casting Time Penalty: +2
Stealth Penalty: -50%
Weight: 20
Not usable by:
Bard
Monk
Druid
Mage
Thief
Dialogue said:: I have this piece of iron ore, which I believe is tainted. It is the cause of the iron crisis along the Sword Coast.
: The order of the prerecorded footage and common logic dictates we haven't seen this dialogue yet, but I still feel like we've been through this somehow.
: Pass it here. Hmm. Strange indeed. The iron has certainly been tainted with some compound. I don't suppose you have any clue what that might have been?
: As a matter of fact, yes. I have this vial here which I found in the same mine as the ore.
: Ah, excellent. But it is beyond my abilities to examine this. Take it to Thalantyr. He should have no trouble in discerning its properties. In the meantime, I will see what I can do to counteract the properties of this ore. I should be able to reduce the effects of the compound.
: I have already taken a sample to Thalantyr, and he agreed to examine it.
: Then I will contact him and discover what he has found. You have my thanks for bringing this to my attention.
Ring of Dwarven Bone said:: These rings are commonly found among one of the more twisted orcish clans in the north. Orc shamans would gather dwarven remains, take some bone, and carve a ring out of it. They then enchanted it with darker magics that would grant its wearer a boon of strength.
STATISTICS:
+1 to Strength
Not Usable By:
Good Characters
Wizard Slayer
Dialogue said:: What are you talking about? The letter said they wanted me dead.
: It said "a band of mercenaries." That could be anyone. Or do you think you're the only enemy these people have made? The Nashkel mines I can understand. We get paid, we get praised, and now that the coast has good ore again, I can stop looking for an enchanted nail file. But...
: You use a nail file?
: ...well, yeah, I do rough work. Lot of wear and tear. Ever had to scratch an itch with a ragged nail? It hurts.
: You use a nail file.
: Look, don't change the subject. This is a hidden base. Nobody knows about the place, nobody's offering us anything to investigate. All we're looking at is a pat on the back. What's the point?
: The point is to kill everyone and loot the place.
: Understatement of the century. We're currently carrying somewhere between an arsenal or a bonded warehouse's worth of equipment, and almost all of it is vendor trash.
: Anyone worth assassinating will have something to swipe. That doesn't mean you don't charge for the job.
: Who are we supposed to be charging?
: Here's what to do. Let the Fist catch wind of it and wait for the call. "Brave adventurers needed to investigate hidden Cloakwood base." Oh, look at that, we're way ahead of you and my, look at the size of your purse. In the meantime, we find ourselves some good old ruins and have a treasure hunt.
: *You* want to go on a treasure hunt?
: Well...no. I assumed you would. That's why I suggested it. Not that I'm saying I wouldn't go. Already threw my lot in. Might as well.
Dialogue said:: Whoa what's this about me being a killer of innocents?
: Do not feign ignorance lout! You raided a village and killed all who lived there. Who knows what else you have done in your evil ways.
: Hey now, I haven't even been to Gullykin yet. Don't give me ideas.
: That is wrong. I never raided a village or killed anyone. You must have me confused with the someone else.
: Enough of your lies. You are beyond redemption in the Light. Come my friends justice will be swift and final!
Najara's Plate Mail +3 said:: This is Najara's personal armor.
STATISTICS:
Special:
+1 to strength
Armor Class: 0
Dexterity Penalty: -10%
Speed Factor Penalty: +3
Physical Resistance Bonus: +15%
Arcane Casting Time Penalty: +3
Stealth Penalty: -60%
Weight: 18
Not Usable By:
Evil alignments
Bard
Druid
Mage
Thief
Small Shield +5 Divinity said:Small Shield +5 "Divinity":
An eerie glow emits from this shield that is nothing but divine. Evil creatures can not even pick it up no matter how strong they are.
STATISTICS:
Armor Class Bonus: 6
Arcane Casting Time Penalty: +1
Stealth Penalty: -10%
Weight: 3
Not Usable By:
Evil alignments
Bard
Druid
Mage
Thief
Helm of the Flame said:: Helm of the Flame, "Emberwilde's Helm" This is the helm of the rouge Phoenix guard Emberwilde. Once the commander of the guard itself he abandoned his position when seduced by the lure of riches and fame.
STATISTICS:
Armor Class: +1 bonus
Constitution: +2 bonus
Special: Protects Against Critical Hits
Weight: 2
Not Usable By:
Mage
Bard
Thief
(Also, while equipped, the color channels on your character are overridden to red and yellow.)
Scroll said:: BOUNTY NOTICE
Najara:
A bounty has been placed upon the head of Archwizard Hank, the foster child of Gorion.
Archwizard Hank has laid waste to a village, leaving none alive, including women and children.
Archwizard Hank and the bandits that follow, are to be cancelled immediately.
P.W.
Dialogue said:: Then I hope this will help for me. I found this letter south of here, and would like to deliver it. Do you know where Mirianne lives?
: This may help, but if I were you I'd keep a low profile nonetheless. Mirianne lives in a house just north of master Thunderhammer's shop, you can't miss it.
: Thanks.
: End dialogue. Reset. You know the drill.
: Do you still have Will's flail?
: Certainly... But to take it out of pledge you have to pay. 1000 gp plus interest for default.
: Here you are, take it out.
: With pleasure, I don't need it.
Will's Battle Flail said:: The flail is a sturdy wooden handle attached to an iron rod, a wooden rod with spikes, or a spiked iron ball. Between the handle and its implement is either a hinge or chain link. The weapon has been enhanced magically, effectively forming a bond between the weapon and its wielder.
STATISTICS:
Damage: 1D8
THAC0: +1
Special:
When Will wields his flail, his is able to
create 5 poisoned bullets
Damage type: crushing and piercing
Weight: 10
Speed factor: 8
Proficiency Type: Flail
Type: 1-handed
Requires: 13 Strength
Usable Only By:
Will
Meraera's Dagger +2 said:: An elven scholar-mage of the Olin Gisiae ("secret keepers") enchanted this dagger. She bound it with the essense of a minor demon and charged it to return to its thrower. Arcane runes wind around the hilt, but whatever meaning they possess is a well-guarded secret, like so much of Olin Gisir lore.
STATISTICS:
Combat abilities:
– Returns to the wielder's hand when thrown
– 1 extra attack per round
THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d6+2 (1d6+2 melee)
Damage type: missile (piercing)
Speed Factor: 1
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed
Requires:
4 Strength
Weight: 3
Not Usable By:
Cleric
Guril Berries said:: Guril Berries are traditional remedies in Faerun, and are used for various applications. They are especially popular to alleviate sufferings of the special type, which is why these berries are often offered by stores in vicinity to courtesans.
Dialogue said:: "The Eyes of Truth", as others would call it. Fine equipment of modest protection. You say you are looking to enhance it? I believe it is possible, but I would need several more items. A Ring of Princes, an opal, and, 5,000 gold to shoulder the cost of labor.
: I am agreeable to that. Here is a Black Opal, the ring you have asked for, and the Helm.
: All right, everything seems to be in place. Let us begin the work!
Watcher's Helm said:: It is unclear if these magic headpieces were created by clerics of Helm, god of guardians, or if they acquired their name by a more convenient circumstance. Whatever the case, they are highly prized by guards and sentries. Needless to say, bandits have also taken to wearing them, proving the old proverb that 'what's good for the goose is good for the gander'.
This helmet has been enhanced by the blacksmith of Beregost, Taerom Thunderhammer.
STATISTICS:
Equipped Abilities:
Immunity to blindness & deafness
THAC0 +1 bonus
Armor Class Bonus: 1
Protects Against Critical Hits
Weight: 3
Not Usable By:
Bard
Mage
Monk
Thief
Kensai
Dialogue said:: I'm supposed to have a rabid goblin bite my ass! Archwizard Hank, I didn't expect you here.
: What
: You're not in the best mood, are you? What's going on here?
: I was flying by the seat of my pants with these dialogue options. Option 2 translates roughly to "Nice to see you too, Breagar." and emanates a sardonic tone that resonates with me a bit more.
: What's going on here? WHAT'S GOING ON HERE? THAT CURSED IRON IS LOST! BARASHNARZABURLAH! One should work with it! Pah! I don't laugh!
: I can't do magic either, Breagar! Either you take what I have here ...
: ... Damn filth that crumbles under your fingers ...
: Or you go out and find your iron yourself!
: Pah! If you're not careful, I'll do it too and leave you alone with your crap!
: Go ahead!
: Just keep going!
: Get away!
: Just watch out!
: We have solved the mystery of the Nashkel mines.
: And did you survive? Did you ... did you find iron too?
: I'd mock the idiocy of "did you survive" but I don't know how accurate of a translation that is.
: We actually have that. Looks!
: Have you thought about it, Archwizard Hank? 100 gold pieces!
: 200 and no gold piece less!
: 100.
: We could keep bargaining, but we can't raise the price any higher than an extra 100 and we make more on selling off mundane vendor trash.
: Well, it's 100 gold pieces.
: What a defeatist attitude.
: By Moradin's hammer! You know how to grasp an opportunity! Here, my hand on it! I'm very busy, Archwizard Hank. Thanks for your help with this.
Dialogue said:: What kind of sword are you?
: Yes. (*laughs*)
: What does that mean?
: The flames hunger for the blistering of flesh.
: You must be a cursed sword.
: I am yours til death comes for us both.
: How thrilling.
: Yes, my master.
Dialogue said:: (Before you say a word, he smiles mysteriously, as if he knows your intent, and speaks in a low drawl.) Curiosity killed the cat! (Surprised, you take a few steps back, your hand rushing to your weapon.) Relax, friend. (He drinks a wine glass, with a calm smile on his face)I too was an adventurer once... perhaps I was referring to my own curiosity? (You realize your reaction may have been a bit too dramatic, even you are surprised. Other patrons in the inn are nervously watching you. You looked at him again, from the contours of his appearance, he seems to be a half-elf, he seems to wear no armor, you only see two blades around his waist for protection, he does not seem to be a threat.)
: I apologize... you startled me.
: Come! Some drinks to ease the tension, my treat! Bartender! Mugs of your sweetest mead for my new friends!
: My thanks! Who are you?
: Ha! Jumping straight to my life history, eh? Maybe should conduct interviews, write things down, no?
: No, definitely not.
: I don't suppose you have any paper? You should cultivate the habit! Well, simply put, I was an adventurer, like you I expect, with many tales to tell from many places... again like you I'm sure. However, that life is behind me now, I now own an inn... not in this neighborhood of course!He mischievously winks at the bartender). As a innkeeper, I wish to provide beverages both local and exotic, and this is the reason I that has brought me here.
: So...
(You try to say something, but he interrupts you.)
: This is the only option.
: I know adventurers are always looking for quests and all. Is that why you are here? I mean I have nothing to share in the way of news or rumor, I have little interest in what happens here. What you will get from me, are little quests... well... not all the way to quests, more like tasks. As I mentioned before, I'm here looking for beverages, but this place has become fairly lawless, and travellers such as myself are... welcomed by robbers! Ha ha ha!
So, if you are willing, I qould like you to help me buy or find some brew, I'll pay you enough, and supply you with a few special brews I've collected. I also collect magic items. I cannot sell you any yet, but if you have unwanted items, you can sell them to me, I will acquire them for a fair price. Perhaps one day, if our business relationship has blossomed into somthing more, you can also buy from me, but let me say I am very reluctant to let go of my collection, so prices will be high. Now that's over with. Everything clear? Anything else I can do for you?
: I'd like to see if you have something to buy, I might also have some items to sell.
: I will offer high prices for your wares, but to buy what I have, you will have to pay high prices as well.
Dialogue said:: Boo says it looks like Dynaheir's handwriting! My witch will make sense of it in no time!
: Witch? Well, my enthusiastic friend, you are welcome to keep the parchment. If you have a learned scholar, perhaps they could take a look at this. It might be important and shed light on some intrigue.
: Dynaheir! Look! We have found writing!
: *squeak*
: Minsc, where didst thou find this parchment, torn from mine journal?
: With this dark looking elf! Boo says he is a great warrior...
:Well shit, I guess we're dealing with this quest too. Also, I've probably minged about this already, but the mods never seem to agree on how to characterize Minsc. He wobbles somewhere between "literal child" and "better ranger than Aragorn." Granted, the vanilla game wasn't exactly consistent with these things either, but it was never quite so obvious.
: Ah, I see that you are a Hathran scholar. Perhaps you can help me.
: I have the solution to thy puzzle, good elf. This page was torn from mine journal. I was a captive of gnolls for a time, and they have stolen it from me. Hast thou found but one page?
: Just one, m'lady.
:
: But the presence of one page is the indication that the whole journal might be nearby or carried off by someone of their number who escaped.
: Archwizard Hank, 'tis quite important to recover the journal.
: Of course, let us give the thieves a chase!
: Archwizard Hank, I will gladly help, as you have helped me earlier. I was going to patrol hereabouts, regardless. We can search the area quickly enough, if we split forces. What say you?
: Sounds like a good plan! Let's do it!
: Well met! Let us convene here after a day of searching.
Torn Parchment said:: Page
This piece of parchment is torn along one edge, as if ripped from a larger book. The surface is covered in fine, spidery writing which seems to change shape even as you look.
There is no discernable pattern, rhyme, or reason to the symbols, although they do not appear to be magical.
This looks to be important. You should probably keep it on your person.
Dialogue said:: Stay thy hand, Archwizard Hank. I do not see malice in these creature's eyes.
: Gnolls! Minsc hates Gnolls! Right, Boo? They took Dynaheir!
: Stand easy, Minsc. Archwizard Hank, if thou art willing, allow me to trade a few words with the gnolls.
: The Old One... Aren't Rashemi male wizards called the Old Ones?
: Wait, what??? There are no male mages in Rashemen. What the fuck are we talking about?
: Indeed, Archwizard Hank, a Rashemi wizard is called Vremyonni - the Old One, but I know not why a countryman of mine would orchestrate mine demise. 'Tis either a renegade, or the name is but a coincidence.
: https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Vremyonni Okay, apparently this has precedence, but the article only cites three sourcebooks, the Rashemen article contains no mention of them, and there's absolutely no indication that they hold anywhere near the same political power as the Wychlaran. Also looking this up forever stained my brain cells with this heinous bleedover of reality into fantasy. Thanks, Big World.
: I guess. Well, what does the Old guy want? Does he want to talk to you, or kill you?
: The witch's book shows us that the killing is wrong!
: ...I mean, on the one hand I guess it's a valid question with many layers of interesting potential for fictional analysis, and on the other hand *why*...
: Curious. Tell me, my good gnoll, how hath it come to pass that thou and thy companions acquired that conviction?
: The Old One ordered to find the witch. Hound said - we sooner find her by scent, and all we had was the witch's book. So Hound ordered me to rip it apart and divide between others... I did. Then me and my pack saw the light. Instead of hunting the witch, we came to warn her.
: 'Tis as I have suspected. A priest of Mystra blessed my journal, Archwizard Hank, and placed a ward on it that any creature of evil disposition would'st turn around for a time in its nature should'st it try to open it without mine permission. Breaking the journal must have made the enchantment more potent as the foursome was affected, and it still did not wear off.
: Who's the real evil here, the Gnolls who steal a simple journal or the maniac who changes the intrinsic fabric of their being as punishment? What can change the nature of a Gnoll?
: Uhm... well, thank you, gnoll, I suppose. Do you happen to know where we can find Dynaheir's journal? Does the Old One have it?
: We keep the book - when we find it. Others have it. It showed us the light - maybe it shows the light to others? Or protects us against the Old One?
: If you have faith in it, the book will help you. Go in peace.
: I'm adding "cargo cult" to Dynaheir's growing list of war crimes. Also we get 2000 XP for this.
Dialogue said:: Who is this Brage you speak of?
: Before this curse befell him, he was Captain of the Guard in Nashkel. I am his cousin, Laryssa. For all the bonds of love and blood, save him from his present agony if there be a way to do so.
: I pray you left a trail of crumbs to lead us all back again. The others did not, so they have decided to stay. Shall we try to find the way home together? I pose to you a riddle, the answer to which I once knew, but now cannot perceive. Remind me, and we shall all return unto the day. Fail, and stay with me in the dark, forgetting whence we came...
It has neither mouth, nor teeth, yet, it eats its food steadily. It has neither village, nor home, nor hands, nor feet; yet it wanders everywhere. It has neither country, nor means, nor office, nor pen; yet it is ready for fight - always. By day and by night there is wailing about it. It has no breath, yet to all it appears,.
: Unicellular micro-organisms. I can't recall the name off the top of my head, but I remember there was one species in particular that's so prolific that if you supposedly removed every macroscopic organism and structure in the world, you'd wind up with a dense cloud of the damn things. They're in your body right now, breaking down your lunch.
: Death
: The end of night, where the light shines unto mine eyes and I can see clearly once again! What hath I wrought!? 'Tis horrible, HORRIBLE! I will welcome the block that must await me at Nashkel! How could I live with what I've done! Please, thy must guide me to the town that I might pay for my crimes! I fear I can keep my senses for only so long, and I must not be allowed to do this again! Too many good people have lost their lives to me! Please...
: Wait, so all your other victims got that riddle wrong? Hell, you're innocent. They deserved it.
: We'll see you back safe as we can, though I don't see how killing you will help those that have died. We shall take you to the temple of Helm in hopes that you may be healed.
: I fear I can do nothing for those I've wronged whether I live or die, and I still know not what led me to this. It's like a foul presence in my mind! I can only imagine that I have finally succumbed to battle fatigue. Take my weapon, that I might not harm another! Use it if thy wish, though I'd rather it be destroyed. Innocent blood on everything! I'd only just acquired the sword. Such a waste this has been. Take me to Nashkel, I can bear this no longer.
: And so, we do just that.
: Calm yourself Brage. Helm sees all that he wishes, and knows much of what you do not. It was your hands indeed that did many a foul deed, but it was not your will alone. Intent is vital, and yours was influenced without your knowledge. Justice will be done, but with atonement, not punishment.
: Atonement, not punishment... Thou art a wise man, Nalin. As wise as any Othlor in my land. I trust that thou hast learnt a valuable lesson about justice today, Archwizard Hank.
: But my crimes... my family... I don't want to go on!
NA: If you are returned to the garrison, yours will be the only willful killing that has occurred about this matter. It would be a waste of your life which, fractured though it is, can still contribute much. Helm will see you through. As for our intrepid friends here, I shall exceed the reward offered by Oublek. After all, it was the same task of bringing Brage to justice. The Temple is in your debt for the return of its lost son.
Dialogue said:: We have talked to Mrs. Brumstein.
: Oh, that good woman. I have led the search for her son.
: I will continue the search. Can you give me some hints?
: Who the hell goes up to strangers and asks for hints
: Aaron and Marina were ambushed near the waterfall in the Cloudpeaks, we know that. And according to the tracks we suspect it was the Gnolls. They pushed Marina down the waterfall, she may have fought back too much. Aaron was taken to the west, as far as I could read from the tracks.
: Did you notice anything strange?
: Listen carefully now, my friends. I'm not in the temple of Helm for nothing. I'm here because I saw something out there. At night, you can see a figure by the waterfall. A bright white shape! I do not know how you treat with something like that, but I choose to pray for divine help before confronting ghosts and undead.
: You'd think that with how normalized the undead and raise dead services have become in Realmspace, it'd actually be scarier if somebody stayed dead. Not a spicy take, I know.
: Why did you stop the search?
: The mountains are large and I only had a handful of farmers with me. Most of them had no experience with the wilderness and wanted to return to their fields. You can imagine how much help they would have been in a fight.
: Thank you. That's all I need to know.
: Go with the blessing of the gods.
Dialogue said:: Ah, but why did you let him hide in the temple! Priest Nalin already confirmed that he was under no spell when you brought him in. Brage said he gave you his sword - I have to ask you, please go to Nalin and let him prove there is nothing strange about it, so this talk of Brage being innocent deep down can stop at last. I mean, what *else* a man has to do to prove that he's a murderer than the slaughter Brage committed on his own family and comrades?!
Dialogue said:: (Show him the right sword) Here it is.
: ...This is cursed. A cursed sword, Brage. This is what was laid into your trustful hands.
: C... cursed? It was a different evil then, that lead my hands and thoughts to slaughter? Ah, do not raise such faint hope in the heart of a fallen warrior. Not with all the blood on my hands.
: How did we present the sword to Nalin? Did we wrap it in something? I guess the same question could be posed for how we handle any cursed equipment.
: 'Faint'?! This, my friend, changes *everything*. 'Tis was not your long years of fighting that turned you cruel and numb against the pain of others. You will have to atone for what you have done, but not for why you have done it. Not if Archwizard Hank succeeds in proving the trickery!
Dialogue said:: Brage, what happened that night?
: Is the talk not full of it already? Didn't you hear it being told in the barracks, in the inns, did not Oublek tell you what I did with these hands? Why would you have me tell you how I butchered my family, my dear wife and daughters... My comrades, coming for my rescue! How I slaughtered and destroyed a whole caravan, with innocent people who barely managed to avoid the bandits on the road? How I even... I even chopped on an already dead man until there was nothing left...
: Something triggered you going berserk. What do you remember of what happened before?
: Before? Nothing special happened before. A drunk reported a dead body on the roads. Said that it looked like a merchant, with lots of wares still on him. I... I got intrigued to investigate this. If the corpse indeed was not plundered, then it couldn't be the bandits doing the killing. If it were the merchant I was looking for, I needed to make sure the wares were safe, at least. I ordered a new sword a while back. Iron crisis and all, I waited a long time for a reliable sword from far Waterdeep.
: Goddamn Waterdhavians. It's always Waterdhavians.
: And indeed, it was the merchant we were waiting for. I went through the merchandise and found a sword, addressed to me. I took it... The rest is a blurr. I remember doing what I did, but why... why I do not know.
: "Blur" is a verb. "Blurr" is a noun and refers to the Autobot who was voiced by the Micromachines guy. Try again.
: Well, we already know the sword was cursed.
: Cursed... It doesn't change the horrible memories in my head, nor the deeds I have done.
: You don't remember anything else? Anything special? Any hint on what happened to that merchant?
: With all the bandit activities, finding a dead body is nothing special nowadays, unluckily. But seeing the pushkart still full with wares... That indeed was unusual. First I thought it must have been an animal attack. But it was a blade that did this. This merchant was killed by bandits, but they left his wares untouched. Well, they are no longer. First thing I did after picking up that sword was to destroy everything laying on that road... This, my friend, is all I can tell you. Please, leave me be. I need to attone for my sins.
: This isn't getting us anywhere, so we head out.
Dialogue said:: I... Thank you dearly that you brought him into the temple's protection and not handed him to the authorities. He did all those killings, and for that might have deserved to be hanged. But his mind was clouded. If there is anything I know, then that he was completely out of his mind. The Brage I know is a kind, truthful, loyal man. Never he would raise a weapon against weak or innocent. And most of all, not against his own family. Which brings us to why I am here. I noticed you showed a certain... interest in proving Brage's innocence. You can imagine that this is to my interest, as well. I did a bit of investigation, and indeed found something. I located the drunk whos report about a non-robbed corpse on the roads started the whole ordeal, and through him I identified others who were on the way that night. It seems there was a merchant on the roads - one with a very shady reputation. The man stated he only bought from this merchant because he noticed him at the Nashkel Carnival before. But the scroll he bought was cursed! Knowing that Brage's new sword was cursed, too, this merchant presents himself in a very interesting way. I will try to follow his lead. But it might well be I am wrong, so best you continue with your own investigations. I thank you in Brage's name for your help.
Dialogue said:: A vicious group of gnolls had it. I do not know if it makes more sense to you than to me, but they were claiming fealty to someone they called 'The Old One'. Here is the journal.
: The Cargo Cult gnolls? You bastard! They were innocent!
: I am most grateful to thee, Drizzt Do'Urden. Allow me to offer thee this scroll as a token of mine gratitude.
: I'm pretty sure she just offers him the Torn Parchment from earlier, but I could be wrong, maybe she gave him something valuable. I don't really care, I'm more concerned about whether or not slaughtering gnolls under the effect of a magical cargo cult alignment shift should count towards making Drizzt a fallen ranger.
: I was glad to assist. Fare thee well!
Dynaheir's Journal said:: Hathran Coded Text
This heavy tome is filled with Dynaheir's fine, spidery writing. If you glance over her shoulder, the characters seem to change shape even as you look.
There is no discernable pattern, rhyme, or reason to the symbols, although they do not appear to be magical. Thayvian agents would pay dearly to know the contents...
Dialogue said:: You there! State your business, but don't move from where you stand! I don't want to have to sic the boys on you!
: Stay your wrath, we are just passing through and mean you no harm!
: No? Good then. Sorry for the rough greeting, but it has surely been slow digging with bandits harassing us nightly. Charleston Nib, at your service.
: Well met sir. What exactly is your goal here? You look to be excavating a tomb of sorts.
: You are partially right, though it's not a tomb, but an ancient settlement. It is also all that remains of a primitive race long since extinct, and we know little about their culture save that they seem to have destroyed themselves in war. Perhaps today we will learn something more. We are just about to break through into an inner chamber, perhaps the dwelling of the village shaman himself. Mayhaps you could be of assistance to us? We need but keep the camp secure a short while longer. Your very presence would probably dissuade anyone from attacking us, though I do not know the force behind our misfortune. They seem to take great pleasure in minor sabotage and kidnapping, though some of the missing men may have just run off from fear. Nothing is ever stolen, which is odd for bandits, but they must still be the cause. Will you help us?
: It would be an honor to help you learned people in your quest for knowledge.
: Gracious we are! Now we stand a chance of completing the most exciting day of our dig! We're going to try for an entire new room today, possibly the shaman or chieftain quarters! We could find any number of relics within. Move amongst the men as you will, as your presence will no doubt reassure them.
Dialogue said:: First, my name is Gallor. Second, we never had this conversation. I'm the "partner" of that old mister Charleston you met, except I'm none too thrilled about the non-profit aspects of the whole thing. The old man seems to think we should donate all our findings to some museum, whereas I am ever so much more practical. I should think certain people would pay dearly for the magical treasure we are about to unearth, and if they would be so eager, who are we to stand in their way? I would like you to steal the item and "remove" Mr. Nib from my little equation. You up to the task?
: We could do this, but I don't like leaving loose ends.
: Thou only mention theft in thy dishonest task, but in truth thou would make us murderers of Charleston and his men. Archwizard Hank surely would disagree to committing such atrocity.
: Actually, we've already done the same for less, but let's not give the man ideas.
: I would have to kill many of the working men if I attacked Charleston. It would be a veritable slaughter, and I want no part of it.
: Blast you! You are playing just as safe as the old man! So be it. I will find other means to acquire a fair measure of profit from this fiasco! Best you continue on whatever errand you be on.
Dialogue said:: Hey bossman, I don't feel so good. How old is the air in this place?
: A good question young man. I would guess that we are the first people to walk this room in nearly five thousand years. The very gods of Netheril would have been young at that time.
: Is so... is so cold in here... I feel... strange. I hear... I hear a voice... in my head... I hear the hollow voice, but it is but a mumble! Speak up! Speak up and guide mine hands! RAAAAAAAAGH!! You... I see what you are! There is power to be had from your death! Your blood will quiet the voice! BLOOD WILL QUIET!
Dialogue said:: It's sad really. I had sought to bring a little life back to a long extinct people, and look what I wrought. Certainly some things are better off remaining dead. Here is your pay for the time you have spent here. Your services are no longer required. Everyone pack up! We are leaving this accursed place!
: this ends the dialogue, but he immediately initiates dialogue with us again.
: If you don't mind, I have another quest to offer to you. Near the Firewine Bridge we discovered an entrance to the remaining dungeon part of the city ruins. Unfortunately, there are evil spirits inside, but it shouldn't be too much trouble for you. I want you to go there and clean it out - that would give me the opportunity to begin a new exploration.
: Sure, we can take them on, no matter what the 'spirits' are.
: Thank you. I have the scroll containing the seal that will allow you to get inside. The entrance is protected by a ward, made by my friend, a mage, to keep out any accidental passers by. You know what I mean, now. So take this scroll, you will be able to pass through the entrance unimpeded.
Spell Scroll said:: Charleston Nib's Scroll
This rolled-up scroll contains a short note about the location of some ruins under the Firewine Bridge. The ruins are locked by an unnamed mage's ward, but the scroll should act as a key with the ability to deactivate any magical wall.
Dialogue said:: Speak your gibberish as you will, the end will be the same. Die, you unnatural beast!
: Sssstormss shall bring doom to theeee... Idollll so commandsssss... Echlah tuln no osa KOZAH!
You sure have, Archwizard: Dynaheir! Look! We have found writing!
Dialogue said:: Do you sell rabbits? Can we buy one?
: Oh, I should warn you, sir. My rabbits are the noblest animals north of Amn and not exactly cheap. The best costs up to 10 pieces of gold!
: This is very obviously meant to be a joke, but with the way Big World trivializes gold, it's less a genuine "haha" and more a bitter, defeated "HAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAAHA FUCK YOU"
: I think I can still afford that. I'll take one.
: An excellent choice, Lord!
Rabbit said:: A little, white rabbit. It is not as fluffy as Jumper, but which rabbit ever could be?
Dialogue said:: Many men have taken great comfort from little things. Is it not so, my dear Minsc?
: Minsc knows that not everyone is as fortunate as him to have a miniature giant hamster as a friend. A normal hamster is better than nothing.
: Yes, my lovely pets are always an enjoyable sight!
: Sure, show me your pets.
: My animals are all healthy and young. Look at the fine fur... No, boy, you stay away from there.
: If you spoke to him in the Friendly Arm, the dialogue would end right here, leaving you unfulfilled and unsolved, wondering what "boy" he's referring to. Now, however, this kid is nearby.
: I didn't touch anything! I was only looking!
: Do you think I am blind? I see your hands reaching for one of the hamsters!
: I only want to pet them! They are so sweet...
: Keep your hands away from there!
: I wished mommy would buy me a hamster...
: Humph. Childish children. Don't own enough money, but want to have one of the pets. I have to fight at least one of them off every second moment! That boy is more persistent than the usual ones, though. Seems he would do a lot for a hamster. Well, no money, no hamster, it's as easy as that. But... What do I see! You took a hamster! You are a thief!
: I didn't do such a thing, I swear!
: But here it is! I see it on your bulky Rashemen friend here! Now it went hiding in his clothes!
: Ah, you mean Minsc's hamster. No, that one is surely not from you.
: I don't know what this is today. First that stupid boy, and now this. I will go and move my shop to a completely new place! This is the opportunity. I'll go to my friend's farm for a prized rabbit and then it's on to Baldur's Gate! Out of my way!
: Do you have any idea where he went to?
: He said something about going North, and how he looks forward to staying in his favorite room in the Friendly Arm Inn for a while. I've never been to the Friendly Arm Inn! My mom won't let me go further than the Belching Dragon.
: You seem to want to have a hamster pretty much.
: Yes, very much. I don't have the money, though. I guess I am off to play then.
Dialogue said:: What's this all about?
: She's a witch. She'll use her magics to poison the children of this town. She'll butcher the livestock and she'll seduce the young men, make them her puppets. She must be killed!
: What are you talking about? Why the prejudice against a magic user? You said it yourself that you're a mage. After all, aren't you going to kill her with your "magic word?" Get a hold of yourself, you idiot.
: Are you mocking me! No one mocks the great Zordral. You will pay four your insolence!
Dialogue said:: Archwizard Hank, Minsc has noticed...
: What is it?
: Minsc likes the company, but eight paws are a bit much on Minsc's skin.
: You have two hamsters now?!
: Heheh... They are chasing each other now.
: Minsc, this is serious! So we *did* steal a hamster, like the vendor said. We have to give it back!
: Minsc likes this idea. Minsc will show Archwizard Hank the hamster. Here... no, this is Boo. Wait. Here... no, this is also Boo.
: Minsc, are you sure it's two hamsters?
: The hamster is very good at hiding. Minsc has to put this down... and this...
: No, Minsc, your armor stays on!
: Dear Loki, NO!!!
: Here it is! See? Now Archwizard Hank can see the hamster. The hamster stays with Minsc until we find the vendorman. Minsc will not give it to anybody else than the vendorman. Boo wouldn't like it.
Hamster said:: This is the hamster from the pet vendor that "stayed" with Minsc, or rather Boo... You have the strong suspicion that it has the opposite sex than Boo, and from what you recall concerning little rodent reproduction frequency having them both together might lead to consequences very soon.
Dialogue said:: Can I help you in any way?
: Sure, you could give me 1000 gp or so. Haha! Little joke. But I *do* need money. Do you have a job for me? I mean a decent one. Don't you even think about offering me something else! I am a lady of good honor, after all. I mean something like... like... buy you something... cook you a meal... wash your clothes - I mean your spare ones, not the ones you are wearing right now! Don't you even think about taking them off! Or watch your children... You don't have any children, by any chance, no?
: There is a mother with two little children near the "Belching Dragon," seeking a babysitter.
: Oh, that's, er, great. Listen, I'm not really looking for a *job* you know. You wouldn't by any chance lend me some money, no?
: I really don't know what the point of any of this is. None of it is logged as a quest, and I don't remember it from the vanilla game, so it all seems like mod gibberish to me. I'm reasonably sure you can't find a babysitter for the woman in Nashkel who clogs the feedback box, not that that won't stop me from looking.
: I could do that. How much do you need?
: Oh, just what you want to spare... I don't need it for long.
: How about 20 GP?
: Yes, that would be great! I just got gold! Hey, I got some go-old! Ha! Did you see her face? I won. Here you go, your gold back. Thank you for lending it to me!
: What was that? You barely held it in your hands!
: I didn't need it longer. I bet with my friend, who is standing over *there*, that a complete stranger would give me money. We bet 2 gp that I would succeed. Now it's mine! it's mine!
: Do I even need to say anything at this point? If you know how money works, you know how dumb this is.
: Hey, last time we bet she won, so it's only fair. This is a carnival, right? So enjoy yourself!
Dialogue said:: We are looking for a merchant who offers cursed items and potions. He was last seen here at the carnival. Your potions look an awful lot alike, so better talk quickly.
: What?! How dare you... Ah, but I am wiser than to
provoke such heavily armed people like you. Yes, I bought the
potions from a travelling merchant I hardly know... but that
doesn't make *me* a criminal! My potions aren't cursed,
they're just, well, special. I don't know the man, I swear!
Well, the only thing I can tell you is that he went to the
black lotus tent last time he was here, but whether for his
own joy or to look out for more buyers I can't tell. He left again, though, and went west - I do have sources of my own, especially for such a delicate thing as a business relation. My 'sources' lost his trail somewhere west of town. If ever he'll turn up again, I will tell you, I promise! But for now, please leave my tent. Unless you want to try one of my very special potions, of course. As I already said before, the violet one will make you very, very strong.
: We're going to have to pick up on this quest at a later date.
: If it does what you say, I'll gladly take it.
: You know how the rest of this exchange goes. We buy both of his potions, because it never hurts to have a quick stat boost in a bind.
Dialogue said:: Oh... well... you see, I *am* a "pickpocket extraordinaire" and... oh dear... would you please let go of my arm?
: IT'S NOT NICE TO STEAL!
: I haven't really pointed it out until now as up until just recently I've been doing these prerecording sessions with the game audio mostly muted to maintain what few shreds of sanity I have, but the BG1 NPC project overrides all game music with special "NPC themes" whenever they chime in for basically anything, kind of like the romance themes in BG2 except a thousand times more annoying. Minsc's theme is "California Revisited" from Fallout 2, and it sticks out like an amputated thumb, both due to its habit of lingering after he finishes talking and due to it following a radically different composition style.
: But how am I supposed to make a living? (By Mask, my arm really hurts!) *whimper*
: Ahh, Minsc feels his blood begin to boil. His head begin to swirl. His fury begins to rise. Oh, yes, a most powerful berserker rage engulfs Minsc! AND THEN HE'LL CUT YOU DOWN LIKE A WEED, YOU LITTLE PURSE-CUTTER!!!
: *gulp* Mask, have mercy on me! I... I... I see the light! I do, I swear! I'll never steal again in my life! Here take it back! Take it *all* back! Now please let me go! Pleeaaaseee!
: Go then, but remember, Boo will tell Minsc if you try something like this again. And Minsc shall come after you!
: Yes, sir! I swear, sir!... Goodbye, sir!
A Bag of Grain said:: This bag is full of mixed grains with only unedible parts removed. Coarse as it may seem, it can be made into hearty food.
STATISTICS:
Weight: 20
A Bag of Turnips said:: This bag is full of crispy turnips. There are enough to satisfy even an ogre's appetite.
STATISTICS:
Weight: 20
Dialogue said:: Well met and welcome. We can always use another hand. And some music would indeed be good!
: You can? Many thanks to ye. I was getting so very tired of this carnival.
Keiria Silverstring's Studded Leather Bard Armor +1 said:: Keiria has maintained close ties to her elven heritage and as a result has been able to obtain a few elven enchanted items by her kin. One of those items is this leather armor. It provides her with good leather +1 protection and allows her the ability to cast spells while being worn.
STATISTICS:
Armor Class: 6
Speed Factor Penalty: +1
Physical Resistance Bonus: +5%
Stealth Penalty: -20%
Weight: 15
Usable Only By:
Keiria Silverstring
Keiria Silverstring’s Light Crossbow of Speed said:: This light crossbow has no more abilities than a normal Crossbow of Speed. The only difference is its color as Keiria strives always to remain fashionable, even on the battlefield.
STATISTICS:
Damage: +1 (missile)
THAC0: +2 bonus
Special: 1 extra attack per round
Weight: 5
Speed Factor: 1
Proficiency Type: Crossbow
Type: 2-handed
Usable Only By:
Keiria Silverstring
Biography of Keiria Silverstring said:
Dialogue said:: Welcome to ye. Always looking for a good hand at magic!
: Actually, we’ll soon reach a point where we’ll never need a backup spellcaster ever again, but sure whatever.
: That’s fine... very fine indeed. I’m a fair hand at magic and I like to tinker a bit. I won’t disappoint ye!
Dialogue said:: I have no need for your assistance at this time, though I may call upon you in the future.
: We probably won’t.
: Very well. I shall hang around here for a little while and start writing about our adventures.
:
I dunno guys, I tried. I tried harder than I probably should have.
Biography of Skeezer Lumpkin VI said:
Skeezer Lumpkin’s Mage Robe said:: This powerful Mage Robe offers protection from all forms of physical attack while at the same time increasing one’s magical resistance and saving throws.
STATISTICS:
Armor Class: 5
Magic Resistance: +5%
Saving Throws: +1 bonus
Weight: 6
Only Usable By:
Skeezer Lumpkin VI
Skeezer Lumpkin’s ‘Dwarven’ War Helmet said:: Skeezer was given this helmet by his good friend, Gothmog Stonehearth, a dwarven skald of the Stonehearth clan. Skeezer and Gothmog became good friends after Skeezer had saved Gothmog’s life one night. Gothmog was ambushed by a patrol of duergar, who made their way to the surface one moonless night to seek out prey. When Skeezer saw this, he thrust his staff onto the ground, causing the sky to become as bright as any brightly lit midday sky. This of course sent the duergar running. From that day on, Gothmog and Skeezer became close friends, and Gothmog had even become interested in his Gnomish friends magical abilities, and perhaps in secret has tried out a few small spells, knowing of course that his clan would frown upon such activities.
STATISTICS:
Armor Class Bonus: None
Special:
Protects Against Critical Hits
Protects Against all forms of panic and
boosts morale
Intelligence Bonus: +2
Weight: 2
Usable Only By:
Skeezer Lumpkin VI
Skeezer’s Staff of Unpredicability said:: Skeezer created this staff to aid him in his travels. While in the process of creating it he became distracted and lost track of the enchantments that he had placed on the staff. This resulted in a staff that has a very random effect on anything that Skeezer uses it on.
STATISTICS:
Damage: 1D6 + 3
THAC0: +2
Special: Unknown
Damage type: crushing
Weight: 4
Speed Factor: 4
Proficiency Type: Staff
Type: 2-handed
Usable Only By:
Gnome Magic Users
Dialogue said:: Fastest dart thrower on the coast?
: Damn right. Now-
: Second fastest.
: I still can’t decide if Vynd is legitimately the best mod NPC or if I have a terminal case of Stockholm syndrome. All of his dialogue is just some variation of “fuck you” and it’s kind of great
: You’re in for it now, pal!
Spear +3 Dragon Scepter said:: Named so because of the dragons ornately carved into the shaft of the spear. Its exact origins remain unknown.
STATISTICS:
Damage: 1D6 + 3
THAC0: +3 bonus
Damage type: piercing
Weight: 5
Speed Factor: 6
Proficiency Type: Spear
Type: 2-handed
Not Usable By:
Cleric
Mage
Thief
Monk
Beast Master
Dialogue said:: And who might you be, old man?
: Well... well, welcome. I am so happy to see anyone but the undead moving about in the area! I am Ordolath and I take my sabbaticals here. You know, sometimes it’s nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of Baldur’s Gate...
: That’s all really nice, but what in the nine hells do you want from me?
: Nothing special, friend, hehe. It was my poor fortune that made me forget my candle when preparing for this trip. Without my candle I am not able to write in my diary or read my books. The nights here are very dark... You just can’t imagine what that means to such a book-lover like me! So I have an offer to make you. If you will spend a few days to help me and bring me my little wax treasure, I will reward you as best I can! And do not believe the reward will be a poor one! Apart from 2000 gp, I can offer you a precious item that I’m sure you will like... So? Would you help me?
: Sounds interesting, tell us where can we find your house so we bring you that... candle.
: Excellent! From the first time I saw you, you appeared to be trustworthy! My house, young friend, is in the northern part of the Gates, not far from Northern Ward. It is a white house behind the blue mage-tower. You can’t miss it. Well, please hurry. I will be awaiting your return impatiently. See you soon!
Dialogue said:: Have you no parents here to help thee? It’s dangerous to be out alone.
: Parents? Yes, I’m here with some rewatives, but they away for a moment and I’m lost. We are thinking of moving here someday, but I don’t know my way awound yet. I can get home ok, but I just gotta get Rufie back. Please, could you help?
: Certainly little one, I would be glad to aid you. How will I recognize him?
: We could also attack Albert and kill his demon form for way more XPs than this quest is worth, but... Actually I have no justification for why we aren’t doing that. Why didn’t I do that?
: You will? Oh thank you so vewy much! I just know he’ll be alright now! Poor Rufie isn’t used to strange places an’ people. You’re sure to know him when you see him, cuz he’s just the cutest little thing. Here, take this as well. His favorite chew-toy it is. He’ll know you’re a friend if you have it in your hands. Thank you so much again!
: Notice his lovable speech impediment vanished when you agreed to help. Sneaky little git.
Dialogue said:: *Squeak*
: Indeed? Archwizard Hank, Boo says we must beware, because blueskinned women await us with poisoned arrows and enth... enthralling voices... err... what does “enthralling” mean, Boo?
: *Squeak*
: Oh, I see! Thank you, Boo.
Dialogue said:: Oh, please help him!
Dialogue said:: Eh? What is this? We heard the sounds of fighting, and here I see three dead wolves and... what? What is your purpose here, stranger?
: I would ask the same of you, I was told a boy had been trapped here by these creatures.
: Ah, so that would explain this little lad’s abrupt entry into our home, here. It’s a good thing you arrived when you did.
: Brennan, sir. I... I... I just... I want my mum!
: Your mother sent me to fetch you. Let’s take you to her.
: Then you’ll be off, will you? Take care. We’ll get back to our business. Mind you don’t get cornered by sirines, either. Worthless wretches make my life out here a living hell.
Dialogue said:: Thou didst good in helping this poor woman. Now we should’st return to our travails.
:This might be the best typo we’ve had yet. It’s an obsolete form of “travel,” yes, but it’s predominantly used to refer to torture.Wiktionary said:
: Take this, and thank you!
Dialogue said:: Should Minsc keep the little ones, too? Or maybe I give them to...
Hamster said:: This is one of the little hamsters that arose from Boo’s liaison with that nameless hamster.
Dialogue said:: Stand easy Minsc, thy need not be so motherly.
: It is as you would have it. ’Tis my sworn vow to ensure your every need is catered to.
: Who the hell are they talking to?
Dialogue said:: I thought this place was abandoned. What exactly are you doing here?
: Isn’t the answer obvious? He’s maintaining the light. Only he has the privilege of peering within, however.
: I work for a shipping company that trades along the Sword Coast and further south. The tariffs in Baldur’s Gate are too high for them, though, so they anchor their ships out to sea here and I and my crew row out to refit and resupply them. It’s a meager living, but an honest one.
: You mentioned sirines. Why should I be so wary of them?
: As you’ve no doubt found in these untamed lands, each valley, forest, mountain, or plain has its own set of beasties. Around here, that monster is the sirine. They don’t listen to reason, and they attack without hesitation. It’s hard to make a living when their sort are around, but what can one do but keep fighting the good fight?
: As interesting as this is, I have no more time for it. Farewell.
Dialogue said:: I see no harm in a little divination on your part. Here is my palm. What does it tell you?
: Let’s have a look now. Interesting. Though you live a hard life now, your hand tells of a softer existence not long ago. I assume that you have just recently taken to the road?
: That much is true, yes. Do go on.
: I thought as much. Lets have a little closer look now. Back down your life line. I see a scholarly influence, and you are well educated. You had a mentor that was a great sage? Perhaps of considerable power as well?
: My foster father Gorion was a sage, and a bit of a mage as well. Go on.
: You had a reasonably happy childhood with him, aside from being a little difficult. My my, but you were quite the little hellion. Wonder where that comes from? Let’s see what we can’t learn about you back before this Gorion. Further back I see... I see... Madre de merced! I-see-a-long-and-happy-life-for-you-and-yours. 10 gold please and I’ll be on my way.
: What? What is it that you saw?
: I saw nothing! You will live long and enjoy life and I will be going now! Back from me!
: You must tell me, please dear lady.
: I have told all I am going to. Stay back from me! Your life is none of my affair!
: Please, I don’t mean to be rude. Just tell me what your vision revealed.
: Stay away from me! I warn you, I’ll not let you near me!
Morridin's Cloak said:: This cloak once belonging to the famous bard Morridin. The cloak, which despite the lavish gold weaved into it, Morridin said was only “...a simple cloak that offers modest protection against the elements”. The cloak, along with many other personal items of Morridin became a topic of discussion among many.
STATISTICS:
Armor Class: +1 bonus
Special: +1 charisma
Weight: 3
Usable Only By
Bard
Traveler's Ring said:: Personal ring of the famous bard Morridin. It is missing a stone. When asked how his ring came to lose its setting, Morridin simply replied, “It fell out while I was traveling.” His ring quickly became known as the Traveler’s ring. Since Morridin never told anyone what the ring did, the exact nature of the enchantments upon it are unknown.
STATISTICS:
Unknown
Usable By:
Bard Only
Dialogue said:: I have spoken to Aiwell about her husband.
: Have you, hm? That’s very noble of you. And I will tell you the same thing I’ve told her - I *cannot* help because I lack the most important ingredients for a cure; I need either belladonna, Guril Berries or the blood of a loved one. If you really want to make the world a better place, you could kill the werewolf and bring me its body. Maybe I can gain valuable insights through an obduction of a werewolf so that the next poor wretch can be saved.
: Tell me about Guril berries.
: The solutions Thalantyr offers are arranged in order of their relative difficulty to acquire in the game. The easiest solution to get is the least likely to work. This is the “medium difficulty” solution, and the one we’re going with. It has a roughly 50/50 shot of working, meaning you need to reload until it works, but once it sticks the quest is solved peacefully.
: Guril berries are an old remedy. Mostly for certain... intimate sufferings. I do not know if they also help against Lycanthropy, the chances should be about half-half. You should ask around in Beregost. Especially in the taverns. Some innkeeper may have a supply in stock.
: Tell me about belladonna.
: Belladonna is a guaranteed win, but it’s virtually impossible to find. There are also a hundred mods that add their own idea of belladonna, so even if you find it, this mod probably won’t use it.
: Belladonna is a well-known agent to free people from the curse of the werewolf. Nine out of ten people will be healthy again. However, it does not grow in this area and I have no idea where it can be found.
: Tell me about the blood of the loved one.
: This is a “gotcha” option for lazy people because the source is right outside. It will basically never work.
: As I said, this is pure speculation. In some romantic tales werewolves transform back into the original shape when they realize that they have drunk the blood of their kin, or a loved one. But the chances that this is true are one of ten at best.
: I do not think that’s to my taste.
: And why are you wasting my time then?
: End dialogue, rinse, repeat. Tell us about the Guril Berries.
: I have spoken to Aiwell about her husband.
: Have you, hm? Well, I still need one of three things for a cure: either belladonna, Guril berries or the blood of a loved one.
: Good. I’ll see what I can do.
: Good. Come back with either the ingredients or the corpse, however, keep in mind that I can only brew one of the three potions for you due to the other substances that are required for the potion. Good luck!
: The arbitrary restriction on the number of potions he can brew is mainly just a dick move so the mod can soft lock you out of a peaceful solution if you pick the “gotcha” option.
: Hello again, Archwizard Hank, how can I help you today?
: I have brought you Guril berries.
: Guril berries, huh? Well, I’ll see what I can do with that.
Potion Against Lycanthropy said:: This potion contains mainly Guril berries.
Dialogue said:: (Throw the antidote to him)
: (The werewolf snatches at the flask flying towards him)
(For a moment confusion is written on the face of the werewolf, and then...)
: For the record, I had to reload to get this. If you fail, this is what happens instead:THE WAY OF PAIN said:
: You’re safe. We have set you free from Lycanthropy.
: From the werewolf disease? What are you talking about... Aiwell! I must reach her!
Dialogue said:: Tell us what happened.
: My friend Melicamp, a fellow apprentice to Master Thalantyr, accidentally turned himself into a chicken when he tried to cast a polymorph spell. Right after that, Master Thalantyr’s cat chased Melicamp out the door in a crash of meowing and feathers. I searched for him but I haven’t been able to find him. I’ve found plenty of normal chickens, but not one of them seemed to be my friend. Melicamp hasn’t been seen for a while now and I am very worried about him. Master Thalantyr was extremely upset when he learned what had happened to Melicamp and fired me on the spot. He thought I had something to do with the accident. It was not my fault and I lost my apprenticeship! Truly an injustice has occured here!
: What would you need us to do?
: I need you to find Melicamp, Master Thalantyr’s other apprentice. He can not have gotten very far from here if he is still alive. Find him and return him to Master Thalantyr. He will know what to do and may be able to reverse the effects of the polymorph spell that turned him into a chicken. If you rescue Melicamp, Master Thalantyr may even reinstate my apprenticeship!
: Yes, we will help.
: Great! Please let me know the moment you find him! I’ll be waiting here.
Dialogue said:: I am very much indebted to you, Lord. My husband is saved and I never could have done it without your help.
: The last days are like a nightmare in my head. Aiwell has already told me what happened.
: We should relax a few days, sweetheart. Let’s go to Baldur’s Gate.
: A good idea. I think I would become crazy in that house. But I want to give a present to you, sir. Go into our house and open the chest there. Hidden unter it is a secret compartment where you will find a good weapon. May it be of help to you.
Deceiver's Blade said:: Denat “The Deceiver” was once a very famous bard. He told not only tales of heroes, but also his adventures, he always claimed he was the best swordsman in the realm. At the end of his tales he would dual the best swordsman of his listeners and always wins. His downfall came when he mistakenly used a normal sword instead of this heavily enchanted one.
STATISTICS:
Damage: 1D8 + 1
THAC0: +5 bonus
Special:
Dexterity bonus +2
AC bonus +3
1 extra attacks per round
Damage type: slashing
Weight: 4
Speed Factor: 5
Proficiency Type: Long Sword
Type: 1-handed
Requires: 6 Strength
Only Usable By:
Bard
Dialogue said:: Yes, I have it here.
: Wonderful, ye did it! So what kind of reward would ye be interested in? We can offer ye your choice among a set of magic tomes that are invaluable instruction manuals to those who fight.
: Blah blah shit reward garbage XP whatever
: Book of the Wizard Slayer.
: I’ve never actually played Wizard Slayer. The original joke in my head was “lel useless class, useless book” but on reflection I really can’t say if it’s truly useless or not. I think in a situation like Big World where the world is so saturated with magical shit, it probably boils down to how many buffs the Wizard Slayer gets against spellcasters. If I were the type to roleplay in the thread commentary, I’d probably roll up a wizard slayer for this LP because it’d be an easy gimmick. “Burning crusade against all the wizards, cleanse the realm of the magical filth,” that sort of rubbish, but I didn’t want my commentary to directly blend with CHARNAME’s dialogue options. Er, speaking of...
: Thank ye for helping an old dwarf out. By the way, the merchant who sold us them tomes, Panver the Loremaster, is in the Elfsong Tavern in Baldur’s Gate. Bye and thanks to ye again. Come Zankas lets go, we can rest easy tonight. Tomorrow will be a better day!
Archwizard Hank said:
Dialogue said:: Thieves?
: Was I not clear? Or is your head too thick to understand a simple sentence?
: I understand you just fine. That doesn’t mean that I understand what you are talking about.
: Really? But you have no problems with walking around using one of our staves.
: Which staff?
: This is a legitimate question, we have a lot of staves.
: So you have stolen more than one? Hmm, Thiszult will be pleased if I return more than just one.
: What are you blabbering about? And what do you want?!
: Insolent pig! You know very well that you hold a lost staff of the cult! For even touching it, I condemn you to death!
: How did they even know we found it?
: Wait a minute! I found this staff in the bottom of a keep. I didn’t steal it from anyone. If anything, you should thank me for finding it.
: Bah, claim what you will. I shall return victorious with the staff. Kill them all and return the staff to me!
Dialogue said:: The miners went insane and we retrieved the Kozah Idol.
: Kozah! I do not recognize that name, but it rolls off the tongue in a foul manner. Surely it is an aspect of an evil god or beast.
: Let me see that. I recognize these markings. It resembles an aspect of Talos the Storm Lord. It is truly an artifact of evil. It must be destroyed.
: Archwizard Hank, would you turn over the idol to us so that it may be destroyed?
: Yes, destroy the idol.
: I’m not entirely sure what happens if you refuse. They could go hostile, but knowing this mod it could just as easily be a “but thou must!” non-choice. I’ll have to look into it.
: Thank you for your service in this matter. It is a tragedy what happened to the miners. We will take this foul artifact and see that it is destroyed. Choose your reward from among these powerful magic tomes. Great knowledge is before your fingertips. Which text would you have?
: Sir Walorin offers us kit tomes for every vanilla class except the Stormlord of Talos. Which makes sense, but also this mod can get bent.
: A Priest’s Guide to Helm.
: As you would have it. Come Lord Chandler, let us return to Baldur’s Gate and prepare a report of the happenings. Perhaps you would like to purchase more Magic Career Tomes at some point in the future? The merchant who sold them to us, Panver the Loremaster, is in the Elfsong Tavern in Baldur’s Gate. Thank you again and may Helm watch over you.
BG Wiki said:
Dialogue said:: And what have you heard? All good things, I hope.
: That would depend on whom thou would ask, now wouldn’t it? For the most part it would appear that thine actions are well intentioned, and are therefore received as such. Much is as I would have done, though perhaps not using the same method. Likely the clues also point thee in the same directions I would go.
: I know where I should go, and do not need your help.
: Fear not. I was not presuming to tell thee where to go, for thou art more than capable. I will leave thee to thy travels. Luck be with thee, for thou’ve made some vengeful enemies, some that thou’ve yet to meet, and some as close as thine own heart.
Dialogue said:: But as my lord knows, there is always room for improvement. I have for sale a number of dyes that will turn your garments into something fitting a prince - nay, a king! Or if it strikes your fancy, I also have a small selection of complete outfits to choose from. What say you, my lord? Would you care to have a closer look?
: Dyes? Outfits?
: Metal Gear? The Patriots? Non-sequitur?
: Magical dyes, my lord! My profession is to create and sell enchanted dyes that can turn even the most drab and dreadful rags into the height of fashion! And now for a limited time only, I also have a small selection of complete outfits for sale.
: Yes, I would like to buy something.
: We really don’t, but we’ll humor him.
: Ah, wonderful, simply wonderful! I have a wide selection of dyes for cloth, leather, hair, even even some paint for iron or steel if it strikes your fancy! What interests you, my lord?
: I would like to see the clothes.
Dialogue said:: I am very sorry about the incident, it was a misunderstanding. I hope you understand. I would like to give the hamster back to you.
: You came here to bring me back a *hamster*?
: Yes, please take it back. Do I owe you anything?
: I am no longer selling pet animals. I had a... coincidence with a pack of wolves underway. They also got the prized rabbit. *sigh*
: That is horrible! You are all right, I hope?
: On the contrary. I could defend myself, unexpected as it was. Well, could be they were too busy eating my wares... Anyway, this event has stirred my desire to go adventuring. You are lucky you still met me here, before I go off again.
: You have to take the hamster back. My friend won’t accept anything else.
: But I don’t want to have the hamster back! You want me to take a hamster for adventuring? How silly is that? All right, fine, if it is so important to you I will take it back. I guess one hamster doesn’t hurt. Hm, strictly speaking I think I should thank you for preventing it from being eaten by the wolves? Hm, no, no. I think you are an ordinary thief, even if you say you didn’t take it on purpose. I see you have more hamsters... Oh, they are really small. Yes, I think I can guess where they come from... You can keep those. I do not trade with animals any more, as already mentioned.
: What else am I supposed to do with the small ones?
: This is not my problem. Please, I am sure you know how to handle little hamsters? I have rested enough and will go to more adventuring. Farewell.
: Oh, we know *exactly* what to do with small hamsters.
Clawhammer Sword of Fire +3 said:: This sword was made by the extinct Clawhammer Clan dwarves. They are rumored to have the ability to cast magical spells due to their half elven blood. The marking on the sword indicate it was crafted by Beran Clawhammer, a well known weaponsmith and enchanter.
STATISTICS
Combat abilities: 10% Chance of 1d6 fire damage
THAC0: +3 bonus
Damage: 1D10+3
Damage type: slashing
Weight: 9
Speed Factor: 10
Proficiency Type: Two handed sword
Type: 2-handed
Dialogue said:: We are the group of Archwizard Hank and looking for bandits.
: The name Archwizard Hank is well known to me. Well, I think I will believe you for the moment. To be honest I could even use your help.
: What troubles you? Tell us.
: (sigh) I'm looking for my son. Bandits have kidnapped him.
: What a crime! We will help you.
: May the gods bless you, good man. I shall pursue my own search. We will meet at the Friendly Arm Inn when you have found out anything.
: This updates our journal with the name of her son, even though we didn't actually obtain that information. Still miles above Bone Hill, but still a bit off.
Dialogue said:: I am Vicgold Otterbight. I am a fierce, bold and decisive Ranger. Please call me Vic! Heed what Magstine tells you. Say, have you seen any ferrets around here?
: These people seem nice, but, this guy seems a little bit mad. Who ever heard of a Ranger’s being friendly with a ferret?
: An evil force is threatening these woods. Would you consider helping us discover what is happening here?
: Tell us what is going on.
: Vicgold and I have heard about an infestation of spiders in these woods. We have been searching for the source of this evil for some time now.
: We’ve discovered a large amount of dangerous creatures. Beware! You will face great danger throughout Cloakwood forest!
: Spiders are a part of the natural order and play a integral role in maintaining balance. Someone or something has caused the spiders in these woods to behave aggresively. It has become a very dangerous situation.
: I even lost my animal companion, Mr. Jingles, he got bit by a spider and then he ran off as I fought the beast. For many days and many nights we searched for him but we have not found him. I still sometimes think about him!
: Psst Archwizard Hank... I told you he was mad!
: We want you to find out what is disturbing the spiders in these woods. Return here when you have discovered the source of this evil that is upsetting the balance.
: We will investigate this matter.
: Go in peace, return with news of what has aggravated the spiders and what is provoking them.
Dialogue said:: What is it that troubles you stranger?
: Thank you! Thank... you... it’s my brother you see. He and I went into the Cloakwood to clear the woods of the spider colony that infests it. I know it sounds foolish... but my brother had found the sword ‘Spider’s Bane’! The sword was created to kill spiders... and we thought we could become famous... the heroes of Cloakwood, and all that. But my brother hasn’t returned yet... and it’s been more than a week. Please, could you go into the woods and find him for me... my mother would be so shattered if Chelak were to be dead.
: I am grieved, for I foresee that ’tis as thou fear: the spiders do not keep prisoners. Yet, I myself was a captive of no less vicious critters and survived a while before Archwizard Hank came to the rescue.
: Poor defenseless boy, lost in these woods! We must defend him, Archwizard Hank, we must!
: We’ll find your brother for you, don’t worry.
: Oh yes! Please search quickly... his name’s Chelak. Be careful.
Dialogue said:: Hey wait! We’ve come here... to... to benefit from your divine wisdom. Let us speak.
: You’ve come here to learn from my infinite wissssdom. Sssspeak quickly! My pets...if they try to run, kill them.
: How have you come to dwell here, in this dreary abode?
: I am cursssed. The archmage, Jon Irenicus, cursed me for indignities done to him and his wife by me. I loved Jon, but now I hate him, as I hate you and everything. Spiderssss... kill them all.
Dialogue said:: My curse - that is all I remember now. I used to be beautiful and powerful. An exotic sorceress, with many powers at my command, and suitors at my door. But I only had eyes for one man, Jon Irenicus. He was a great and powerful wizard, the only man worthy of my affections, or so I thought. Though I lusted for Jon, he cared little for me, for he had another to whom he was married, Lady Tanova.
: John was married?! I... I think I heard about him. I thought he was in love with Ellesime, and then he lost his er... zest for women’s charms...
: There’s no feasible way we could have heard of Jon in-universe. This dialogue option rests purely on player foreknowledge.
: Jon lost his zest?! *she laughs bitterly* Please... He had plenty and to spare... for Tanova. So I plotted and schemed, and finally came up with a plan to rid the world of Tanova. When the deed was done, and Tanova lay dead, I was exultant, but not for long. Jon went mad with fury, and using his powerful magics, divined the identity of his wife’s murderer. He arrived at my tower, and I allowed him entry, desirous to finally consummate our love. Jon disabled me with his spells, and then he cursed me to this body, and set spiders to feed me and keep me alive. So you see, if you were my friend, you would kill me.
: I... I see.
Dialogue said:: ’Tis a sad lesson that every young adventurer learns eventually. Being brave doth not make one invincible.
: Poor Chelak!
Dialogue said:: Who are you? What is it that you want with us?
: My name is Laskal, and I am the protector of the Cloakwood. I would ask you a question before I take my leave of you. I have a message for those that serve the Iron Throne. Would you be a representative of that organization?
: We have no connection with that evil group. We are sworn enemies of the Iron Throne.
: Hmm. An enemy of an enemy is a friend. My earlier question was just a test. I am glad to know that you also oppose this organization. They have been a blight on these woods ever since they re-opened the ancient dwarven iron mine. Well, I am glad to know you. Take this, hopefully it will aid you against the Iron Throne. The Iron Throne’s fort is located to the north-east.
: So, thou style thyself an enemy of the Iron Throne openly now? Well, one cannot hide all in a sack, I suppose, so mayhap ’tis for the best.
: Farewell.
Staff of Life said:: White and gold, pulsing with great power this staff was formed at the dawn of time by the first ray of the sun as it glistened off of a pure body of water. Offering little in the way of offense, this staff does provide its wielder with powerful protections.
STATISTICS:
Damage: 2D2 + 2
THAC0: +2
Armor Class: +2 Bonus
Special:
Creates Potions of Healing and Antidotes
Protection from level 1 spells
Damage type: crushing
Weight: 3
Speed Factor: 4
Proficiency Type: Staff
Type: 2-handed
Dialogue said:: Yes we are treading about in your precious forest you dirty tree huggers! What are you going to do about it?
: Oh I will use your spleen for a magical potion and your skull as a talking muppet, telling kids how stupid adventurers really are when it comes to violating nature!
Armor of Thorns said:: Upon closer inspection one discovers that the armor is not made from leather at all, but from an intricate weave of vines and thorn bush branches. The armor is a gift from the nymphs to the druids, a token of admiration for their endless protection of the forests.
STATISTICS:
Armor Class: 0
Saving Throws: +3 bonus
Speed Factor Penalty: +1
Physical Resistance Bonus: +5%
Arcane Casting Time Penalty: +2
Stealth Penalty: -20%
Weight: 4
Only usable by:
Druid (single, dual, & multi-class)
Gift of the Woods said:: Throughout time druids and rangers have struggled to protect the wild from the ever encroaching civilization. On occasion the dwellers of the wild do grant these zealots with favors to aid them in their endeavors to protect them.
STATISTICS:
Armor Class: 0
Special: Increased Attacks
Special: Increased Resistance to Petrification
Weight: 2
Usable Only By:
Druids (Single Class Only)
Rangers(Single Class Only)
Ankh of Acceptance said:: One of the nine ankhs of the Sukiem originally kept in the temple at Northkeep, they were lost when it fell, and rediscovered by the Myth Drannor who held them for centuries. When that group dissolved, the ankhs were again lost, and have not been seen since.
STATISTICS:
Armor Class: +1 Bonus
Wisdom: +1 Bonus
Special: Paralyze Target Creature
Special: Of the True Neutral
Not Usable By:
Poison Ivy +2 said:: Th is a deadly weapon designed by the Shadow Druids to assist them in their protection of the forests and its creatures. With each hit the vines of this club will wrap itself around the target and do poison damage.
STATISTICS:
THAC0: +2
Damage: 1D6 +2
Special:
Target hit by Poison Ivy receives 1 poison damage for 8 seconds
Damage type: crushing
Weight: 3
Speed Factor: 6
Proficiency Type: Mace/Morning Star
Type: 1-handed
Usable By:
Druids
Rangers
Dialogue said:: ...unusual opener.
: Hast thou considered what thy path in life may have been?
: He’d probably just be Viconia.
: Only every single time I had to stare at the floor when a lady walked into the room.
: Not thy circumstances. Thy path. Thy outlook. If thou wert born a woman into thy traditions, wouldst thou fight them still, or embrace all they offered?
: Right. He’d just be Viconia, the underdark fucking blows.
: How the hell should I know? Didn’t happen, doesn’t matter.
: If thou wouldst seek change from those in power, ask first what thou wouldst change had power been thine. Injustice is more easily seen by victims than beneficiaries.
: Yes, I’m sure they just didn’t realise the damage they were causing when they beat me bloody. Get bent, hathran.
Dialogue said:: Ok here is the 300 gold you asked for.
: Nature thanks you. You may have use of this bridge. May the Great Mother watch over you.
Dialogue said:: Arch druid! Ha! Don’t make us laugh.
: You will regret those words!
Crown of the Archdruid said:: This crown was owned by the Leader of the ‘Druids of The Black Woods’ over 13 generations ago. However after an orc invasion crushed this druidic community, this crown has changed its owner very often.
STATISTICS:
Special:
Protection against critical hit
1 extra spell from level 1 to 3
Charm Animal unless save vs. wands
Range: 40 ft
Area: 1 animal
Duration: 10 turns
Weight: 2
Only usable by:
Druid
Heart of the Woods said:: The carvings on the amulet speak of life and power from the mother goddess. There is one unmistakable runic mark, the symbol of Erreth-Akbe, the great northern druid’s temple. Though clearly ancient the charm still glistens like it was new, its power must lie within its resilience. Upon a closer inspection you note some small signs of wear; perhaps its power is not as eternal as the goddess it pays homage to.
STATISTICS:
Special: Gain Protection from Acid
Usably Only By:
Neutral Alignment
Stormcloud ‘Kraken’s Bane’ said:: This leather was fashioned from the charred remains of a dragon struck down by lightning. Last known to be worn by Shrethu Reogher, the warlock. One must hope that he is dead, for if it were removed from him while he was still alive he is sure to come looking for it.
STATISTICS:
Armor Class: 0
Saving Throws: +3 bonus
Special: Resist Electricity
Speed Factor Penalty: +1
Physical Resistance Bonus: +5%
Arcane Casting Time Penalty: +2
Stealth Penalty: -20%
Weight: 4
Requires: 6 Strength
Only Usable By:
Druid
Scimitar +3 ‘Yarrow’s Tears’ said:: It was just after the fall of the temple of Erreth-Akhe, the Archdruid Yarrow had just returned from a trip to discover his temple ravaged in his absence. The powerful druid pleaded to the Gods for revenge, and then cried; his tears falling upon his scimitar. The tears empowered his scimitar with his grief and longing for revenge.
STATISTICS:
Damage: 1D8 +3
THAC0: +3 bonus
Armor Class: +2 Bonus
Special:
Cast Charm Person or Mammal 3 times per day
Stun target unless save vs. Spell
Damage type: slashing
Weight: 3
Speed Factor: 5
Proficiency Type: Scimitar
Type: 1-handed
Requires: 8 Strength
Usable Only By:
Druid
Dialogue said:: You want to know what I always say? “Always kill the mouthy one,” that’s what I always say.
: HAW! A good saying! I will use your head for a puppet and make it say it over and over while we drink large amounts of mead! Life is pretty good, you know?
Dialogue said:: And we return to Rashemen? Then Minsc shall be honoured as a full-fledged berserker, and evil everywhere will shake the earth with its trembling!
: Right right, but where do you go from there? They don’t shackle you to a witch for the rest of your life, do they?
: Ooh, do you think they would? I have not thought much of life after dajemma. I hope it is as you say, my friend. Minsc and Boo are great indeed, but Minsc and Boo and Dynaheir are greater still.
: ...yeah. I’d say you could do a lot better, big guy. But as long as it’s what you want.
Medium Shield +2 ‘Heart of the Dragon’ said:: A relatively unknown knight, Neshum was never to swift of the mind. When traveling through the north he came upon a battle, before him were several warriors and a dragon. Neshum decided that the battle was unfair, and took arms in defense of the dragon. Neshum’s aid was the turning point and the warriors were defeated. Benderesk, the dragon, repaid the knight’s aid by giving him a shield which he bestowed with the strength of a dragon’s heart. Benderesk retrieved his gift some years later when Neshum was hired by the same village as the warrior to rid them of this troublesome dragon.
STATISTICS:
Armor Class Bonus: 4
THAC0: -1 Penalty
Special:
Increased Hit Points
Magic Resistance: +5%
Arcane Casting Time Penalty: +2
Stealth Penalty: 30%
Weight: 6
Not Usable By:
Bard
Druid
Mage
Thief
Monk
Kensai
Dialogue said:: *Squeak*
: No, I think it beats even that time when Uldon the Unwashed had all those beans and cabbage for supper. But at least we can do something about the smelly villains responsible for this!
Dialogue said:: You are Perwell, right? I’m Archwizard Hank. Your mother is looking for you.
: Do you know my mother? She is probably already worried sick! Please set me free!
: At once, kid. I’ll cut your chains.
: Oh, thank you, sir, thank you thank you thank you! The bandits kidnapped me to blackmail my mom. But now I can escape them!
: Can you find your own way out?
: Yes, I think so, but... I know that we are deep in the woods and I do not know the way back home. Can you... take me along?
: Oh, you can make it, boy.
: I mainly chose this option because I didn’t trust the mod to turn Perwell into an item.
: That may be... but I would prefer if I could go with you.
: Very well. I will take you along but I have to finish something here first.
: Yippee! You are the greatest! I’m going to sneak out of here and wait for you in the inner yard! I’m coming home!
Dialogue said:: Yes, we are. How did you come by this information, you look to be one of the Throne’s slaves?
: Good! My name is Rill, and I’m the de facto leader of the slaves here beneath the Cloakwood. I heard about you, because I’m always careful to listen to what the Black Talons talk about. It seems that the Iron Throne has placed a large price on the head of someone named Archwizard Hank, which would be you, I assume. Enough introductions, we don’t have much time. I need 100 gold. The captain of the Black Talons on the first floor is not known for his loyalty to the Throne. IF you give me the money, I’m sure I could bribe him to look the other way, while I escape with the rest of the slaves. After all, most of the Talons are going to be preoccupied with you. Well, how about it?
: A hundred gold? We’ll get right on that. Unrelated question; can you swim?
: Vynd, buddy, I love you like a brother and I appreciate you interjecting like this so I have a reason not to skip over it, but a hundred gold really isn’t a lot of money.
: N...no, why?
: They keep slaves here?! How can someone be so cruel as to deprive others of fresh air and sunlight? This villainy makes Minsc’s fury rise like the ocean! ONWARD, MY FRIENDS, AND LET EVIL BEWARE!
: Thank you, sir. We are glad to have honest men like you champion our cause.
: Here, take the gold you need, and get yourself and the others away from here as soon as possible.
: Thank you! Thank you so much. I wish you well, and hope that you can bring an end to this stinking operation.
: What does he need a bribe for? We already killed...alright, fine. I suppose we just throw money at people now. Here, have some of mine.
: Ow! Er, thank you.
: No problem. Want another one?
: Ow. Sir, please...
: Buy some soap.
: Vynd!
: What? Just following your example.
: Um, thank you again, friends. If you’ll excuse me...
: One for the road.
: OW! Thanks again! And good luck!
Dialogue said:: All help is welcome. We’ve much to overcome.
: This is just his vanilla dialogue, but I figure not a lot of folks pick up Yeslick since he’s pretty deep in the game and most players have a party they’re satisfied with by the time they get to the Cloakwood Mines, so here’s his dialogue for posterity’s sake.
: That you have, and none would know better than I. These are my mines that the blasted Iron Throne has stolen. Well, they were my clan’s home 125 years ago. Curse me for a fool, I trusted them! Years ago that blasted Rieltar gave me a good trade smithing for the Throne, and then I go and tell him about my old home! About how my clan had the richest iron mine on any coast, and how almost all were killed when we breached a riverbank. Lost most my kin in that flood. Those of us that survived couldn’t bear to go back down. It was a giant watery tomb, and we left it the way she stood. So I go and tell this to my ‘friend’ Rieltar, and he has me chained up! He tortures the location outta me, and now this graveyard feeds the Iron Throne as they bleed the coast dry. If you want to cripple their plans, help me flood these accursed mines once more! They plugged the breach, but knowing hands can loose the flow! We can drown these black-hearted rats in the very mine they’ve stolen! Here be the way!
Dialogue said:: What place is that?
: This be the guardrooms. I trained me militia here, long ago... willin’ lads, good wi’ an axe, all o’ em. I expect the Throne’ve stuffed it wi’ hobgoblins an’ scum like that, so watch yer step.
: I was going to write a Dwarf Fortress joke here, but I’m actually kind of terrible at that game and couldn’t think of anything past “embark point” and “mountain.”
Dialogue said:: An uncommon diplomacy in thy speech I hear, cleric.
: If ye say so. Anyhow, if yer land has such valiant warriors... why is it yer magic-folk are in charge? Ta me it makes no sense, none, not a nugget.
: ’Tis a strange question... I wouldst perhaps say thou art taught to see it unnatural by thy god and his creed. Learning and growing with the Art, to use it fairly and wisely, is a challenge and a duty the Wychlaran accept, just as clerics of thy god know when to slay and when to stay thy hand.
: Respect ye I do, but ye canna expect me ta simply agree with ye that Clangeddin Silverbeard’s teachin’s an’ the word I preach an’ cry ta the skies is wrong, merely with an I-say-so, ma’am. If magic was a just an’ natural thing, surely Clangeddin would preach it along wi’ the axe an’ hammer?
: I have some pamphlets about geomantic sorcery that might interest the participants of this conversation.
: Thy belief is this? Then let me say this to thee, Yeslick; if thou camest to my lands, thou wouldst see how Rashemen lies in the shadow of the enlightened, yet total, dominance of the Witch-Queen over the land of Aglarond... and the slavery and human misery overseen by the cruel eyes of the Zulkirs of Thay. I wouldst say there art as many ways for thee to be just or malign, as thy heart wishes, by the Art as by the sword... and thy God surely knows this, for why else would he ask it of thee to take up one and leave alone the other?
Dialogue said:: A Dread Lord? ’Tis not a name I recognize, but with the passing of the lords of strife and murder, the Prince of Lies might well have claimed such a title.
: Answer me!
: Yes we are.
: Say our dread lord’s name aloud in prayer.
: By the Black Sun of Cyric.
: Good! You may proceed.
Dialogue said:: What’s wrong?
: What’s wrong? What’s wrong?!? Look around ye! The scum’ve taken me shrine... Clangeddin’s shrine... an’ they’ve given it to Mad Cyric! O’ all the filth ta track into me home, ta bring the Mad God’s worship in here... they’re gonna pay, ye mark me words. They’re all gonna bloody pay!
: Isn’t there anything we can do here?
: Nay... consecratin’ this shrine’d take a lot longer than we have, an’ I’d need all sorts o’ special holy widgets ta do it, too. Not ta mention we’d need at least a week wi’ a scrubbin’ brush an’ some incense or what-have-you ta get rid o’ the stink o’ Cyric. By Clangeddin, what a mess!
: We will make them pay for this blasphemy, Yeslick... never fear.
: Aye... Aye! DAVAEORN! Yer death is comin’!
Dialogue said:: Ye sick fiend... ye’ve made a pain-house out o’ me home! DIE, YE FILTH!
: You disgusting animal. Unlike the pathetic slave that you’ve tortured, we can fight back!
: Take your best shot.
Potion of Acid Burst said:: By throwing this potion at a target you bathe them in a highly corrosive acid that eats away at them.
Dialogue said:: One name o’ ours as ye know, at least, mage - Yeslick Orothiar I am, an’ it sickens me ta think ye’re goin’ ta share the same grave as me kin. Prepare fer the Abyss, Davaeorn!
: Well, well... the fool escapes, does he? Then let us see whose graves shall be filled!
: Dost not take his words lightly, Archwizard Hank. I sense power about him; he is indeed a mighty magician.
: Now that we are introduced, prepare to die!
Dialogue said:: Unless you have another suggestion.
: Option 3 is tempting, but Waterdeep is a scumbucket and nothing good ever came of the place.
: Nope. I was going to suggest it myself, if things started slowing down. This’ll be my first time in a real Sword Coast city, instead of quaint little shack clusters like Nashkel. I’m actually kind of...
: Nervous?
: Excited, alright? I’m excited. I’m allowed some joy in life. Get off my back.
Baldur’s Gate Wikia said:
Cloak of the Assassin said:: Cloak of the Assassin was created for use by the deadly assassins of the Shadowmasters. It has never been seen just rumored to exist due to some of the incredible things done by this very elite group of assassins. The Shadowmasters are of the highest order within the Shadow Thief hierarchy.
STATISTICS:
Armor Class: +1 bonus
THACO: +3 bonus
Saving Throws: +1 bonus
Special: offers Non-detection and +5 to Stealth
Weight: 3
Not usable by:
Boots of Ensured Quickness said:: These boots are enchanted with the assurance that the wearer will always be swift of foot. The origins of these boots is unknown, but their legend spans the centuries with both noble and bloody tales of their usage.
Elemental Staff of Fire said:: This is one of the four elemental staffs of the Chanah’Rea believed to have been forged at the dawn of time when the earth itself was born. This particular staff is of the element of fire.
STATISTICS:
Damage: 1D6 +3
THACO: +3
Special: AC Bonus +1
Special: 3D4 +1 Fire Damage
Special: Project a bolt of fire
Damage: (Projectile)Fire Damage half if save vs. wands
Damage type: crushing
Weight: 3
Speed Factor: 4
Proficiency Type: Blunt Weapons
Type: 2-handed
Not Usable By:
Nemmerle’s Chill said:: Nemmerle, an evil necromancer, was said to have made many journeys into the realms of fire. Although he boasted of his natural immunity upon his defeat at the hands of Genshur this ring was found amongst his possessions. Upon touching it you get a sharp cold feeling which lasts only briefly. Careful inspection reveals a command word carved into the ring, and a warning that is partially worn away. The part of the warning that is still intact reads “Power over Fire Lasts Firever”
STATISTICS:
Spells: Gain Protection from Cold
Only usable by:
Evil Alignment
Dialogue said:: That was deftly done, Archwizard Hank, ’twas.
: He ends the dialogue here, but talks to us again. I’ll spare you another screencap.
: Aye, it be grand ta be out o’ that cell... grand ta be on the road ta findin’ vengeance fer me kin.
: Nice to be appreciated. I’m glad we got you out when we did.
: I can only thank ye fer that. I swore I’d hold on fer as long as I could, but... I worried I did not know how long that could be. This old dwarf’s not as young as he used ta be. An’ if Rieltar’s bullies’d had their way, ol’ Yeslick’d have gone ta meet his kin with nothin’ but sorrow ta give ‘em. An’ I’ll be damned if’n that’s gonna happen!
: In the meantime, can’t you just enjoy life a bit more? All this talk of vengeance is... depressing.
: Oh, don’t get me wrong now, I like Faerun lookin’ nice as it does, an’ food an’ ale is welcome, an’ comfy beddin’... but I got a grudge ta pay. I guess somethin’ like that can weigh on yer mind, aye?
: Yes... I know that too well.
: Death, truly? Even... murder? So young, an’ already ye’re nursin’ a grudge against yer clan?
: Yes. My foster father was slain... and I want the head of the man who killed him.
: I’m grieved ta learn o’ it. I say this ta you, then, Archwizard Hank. You help me find Rieltar an’ his thugs an’ let me take payment in his blood, an’ I’ll swear, in th’ name o’ Clangeddin Twin-axes, in th’ name o’ Moradin Soulforger, an’ I invoke Lady Truesilver ta witness me blood-oath here, that I’ll help ye find this man... an’ I’ll do everythin’ I can ta make sure he does not go unpunished. Deal?
: I accept.
