Well. In decent time I guess. You may notice our favourite brainless assassin bard lacks magic missiles. I'm gonna go with the 'bards have their own kind of magic' here. Just seems a bit weird that bards would be able to use the same magic wizards study for years for. So there will be no bards throwing fireballs here. On the plus side. They don't need a spell book either.
The party walked towards the mayor’s house, the sight of them making sure there was a clear path for them. There was a sound of doors and windows being closed and locked wherever they passed.
“Wonder whether they’re more scared of you or me.” Talek idly remarked to Viconia.
“They usually just stare out of their windows and shout obscenities at me, so I assume it was you.” She looked questioningly at him. “What exactly did you do?”
Talek shrugged. “I DID accidentally kill their village idiot, but I don’t think that’s it. The local Helmite old fart yelled all over town that I was not human and evil or something. He got all screwed up when he looked at my soul.”
“Looked at your soul hm? A shame Shar has not granted me those powers yet. I wonder what it is in you that interests her.” The drow remarked.
Talek shrugged again. A fat man suddenly nervously walked up to them. Talek stopped and stared him in the eye, causing him to flinch.
“What do you want?” The armoured fighter asked.
“Euh… Mayor Ghastkill… he… euh…. asked me to… give you… your part of the reward.” The man brought out, holding a big sack of gold. Montaron was quick to grab it.
“Hm… looks like about 450 gold pieces.” He estimated. “I’ll be counting it though, so ye’d better not have taken some for yerself.” The bag disappeared somewhere on his figure. “Speaking of him, where is he? There’s some stuff I’d like to talk to him about.” Montaron flashed his usual unpleasant smile.
The other man wiped his brow and really looked like he hated his job right now. “He… euh… left town just this morning… after meeting with y…your f…former druid companion. Q… quite a shocking affair actually. I h… hope y… you’re not angry.”
Montaron sniggered. “Should have expected it, I guess. Heh, never mind then. We’ll be off to go shopping then.” He walked off, leaving behind a relieved man.
“We’re not gonna hurt the bad man that hired both us and the naughty druid, Monty?” Xzar asked with a whining edge.
Montaron kept smiling. “Let him run scared for a while. I know his name and face. He’ll get his in good time. For now, let’s get some equipment for the drow.”
Talek stayed behind for a few seconds. “Hey. There was a girl with the druid right? Auburn hair. Smiles a lot. Was she all right? Did it look like the other two hurt her in any way?”
“N… No. They didn’t stay v… very long. They came, got their reward and left with a ranger that recently arrived here.”
“Hm. Thanks. Just checking” Talek looked over his shoulder and saw that he was losing his companions in the crowd and left the nervous man behind.
As they left for the shop, the innkeeper in the town’s inn rushed in his most recent guest’s room. The bard, who was shaving, made a wrong movement and made a cut in his cheek. The bard cursed and turned towards the man with angry words on his tongue.
The other man was quicker though. “Master Nimbul, master Nimbul!” He exclaimed. “He has returned. That horrible Talek boy. And he’s brought a DROW with him! Can you believe the shamelessness? I don’t know what the garrison thinks it’s doing… Ever since Capitain Brage has… gone…”
“He’s here? Thanks you good man. Tis good to know some men do not attempt to escape their meeting with fate. I would have been displeased had I needed to carry my final message all he way to wherever he hid.” The bard took a washcloth and dabbed at the blood on his chin till it stopped bleeding. Then gave a few quick combs through his well-groomed hair before taking his lute and dagger and heading out.
“Sir, please be careful!” The innkeeper called after him. “He is near the shop now. He’s a killer!”
The bard grinned and left he inn. He didn’t have any trouble finding Talek. Montaron had asked him to stay outside while he bartered with the store keep and Viconia looked for equipment fit for her. The swordsman was leaning against the wall, lazily letting the sword rest on his shoulder. As the bard purposefully walked toward him his position changed though. Still with the calm, disrespectful smile on his face he straightened and brought the sword down.
Nimbul stopped about a dozen metre from his target. The street was empty. He gave a look at the windows. Eyes were peering out of the windows. He smiled and took out the lute.
“Talek Gorionson.” It wasn’t a question.
Talek’s smile widened to a grin. “That’s me. Who’s asking?”
The bard flicked his hair and kept his lute at the ready. He flashed another smile.
“I am death come for thee, surrender and thy passage shall be…” He left a pause to get his fiddlestick ready. “…quicker.” He prepared a superior smirk for whatever answer might come.
“Huh? Passage to where?” Nimbul blinked. Talek didn’t budge his sword. “And what kind of name is Detcom Fortee?”
The assassin’s eyelid twitched slightly. “I mean to say that I am YOUR final destiny, arriving to cease your stay on this mortal coil. And thy passage shall be to whatever is the next world that the gods have ordained for you!”
“Wha…?” Talek’s mouth remained slightly open. “What the hell are you talking about?”
The bard looked frustrated. “Quiet fool, for the curtain is about to fall.”
Talek looked back at the window of the shop. Confusion remained on his face. “There aren’t any curtains on this.”
“Let silence take your lips eternally, accursed brute. Are you mocking my words that herald your demise or are your faculties so dim that they are unable to comprehend their own prophecy of… of…” The bards lips moved but no words came out. Talek was staring like he was growing a second head.
“Euh… you all right?” He tried.
“SOD THIS!” The assassin took his lute ready again. “I am an assassin, and I am going to KILL you. Can you understand THAT?”
“Oh yeah, I get it now…. An ASSASSIN?” Talek drew his sword as he yelled out.
The assassin seemed content now that he was on familiar ground. He struck one note and sung a word and was suddenly surrounded by a group of copies. As Talek stormed forward and the door opened to show his comrades, the bard continued playing and singing, his voice getting an echo as he sung. As Xzar was raising his hands, Viconia took her new mace and Montaron aimed his crossbow, the magic took effect.
Montaron cursed as the magic took his courage and he fled back in the shop, Xzar started screaming and collapsed to the ground in a panic. Viconia uttered a drow insult as the magic failed to affect her and stormed forward. Talek shook his head and snarled as he shrugged the magic off and followed Viconia.
The copies of the man all put away the instruments and grabbed their short swords. He smiled. “Two stand. Two shall fall.” Viconia stood hesitating near the man. 6 swords aimed at her, all looking ready to stab at her. If she would lunge at the wrong one, another one would be able to attack, and her chainmail would provide little protection against the stabbing weapon.
“DIE, ASSASSIN!” Talek charged past her. He ignored all images but one. The swords lunged at him but passed through him.
All the faces had a look of utter surprise on their face as Talek’s sword easily passed the weak defence and cut deep into the real flesh of the man’s neck. There was just a brief moment when shock was replaced with pain, then they winked out of existence. A blood bubble burst from Nimbul’s lips and he sagged to the ground.
Talek grinned at the corpse. “You’re not death, you’re dead.”
Viconia rolled her eyes at the comment, but then frowned. “How did you see through his illusion? You stormed right at the real one. Do you have some sort of way to find out the real one?”
Talek blinked as if he suddenly realised something. “Hey… you’re right. I didn’t really think about it, I guess. Just had the feeling to go after that one.”
Viconia gave an incredulous look. “’The feeling’? You jumped into the swords on the basis of a ‘feeling’?”
Talek stared at her and laughed weakly. “Euh… yeah?”
Viconia brought her hand to her forehead. “I am suddenly starting to see why the halfling decided to accept my healing services after all.”
“What the hell is going on here?” Two Amnish soldiers appeared on the scene and looked warily at the long-haired boy with the bloody sword and the drow, keeping their distances as they aimed their bows. “and no suspicious movements.”
Talek looked ready to attack the soldiers when Viconia intervened. “The man was a hired killer. We heard him declaring it even in the store. I’m sure the store keep can testify in our favour.”
“Not to mention the trash probably got some kind of letter on him.” Montaron came out of the store, his face still looking a bit pale from the magically induced fear. Xzar had stopped whimpering and was getting up. The halfling quickly walked over to the corpse and produced a parchment. “Yep, and we even got a name. Davaeron.” He grinned at Talek. “Price is going up it seems. Someone’s getting’ nervous.”
Talek crouched down to wipe his blade on the bard’s clothes. “They’d better. I say we pay that Davaeron bastard a visit.”
Montaron offered the parchment to the guard who frowned and motioned his comrades to lower their weapons. “Very well. It seems your story checks out. We WILL be watching you though, so don’t try anything funny.”
“Yeah, yeah, you just keep watching me.” Talek spoke in a mocking voice as the soldiers left. “Well… back north then?”
Montaron took the pouch with gold from the corpse and weighed it. He frowned. “Hm… About that… Equipping the drow cost more then I thought. Blasted iron crisis and merchant’s greed. I had hoped to get some better stuff and more gold before we start messing with the big boys.”
“To hell with that.” Talek exclaimed. “We’ll pick up stuff on the way. I want to get my hands on the golden eyed scum as soon as possible!”
Montaron shook his head. “If yer dad was as strong as ye said and got killed, we’ll be luck if we make it to him to get cut to ribbons like we are now. Be patient for once in yer life boy!”
“I agree with the halfling. There is no purpose in charging ahead to our deaths just because of your foolishness. And if you die, who will avenge your father?” Viconia’s mouth hesitated around the last word, as if it was a strange concept to her. “Nurse your hatred a bit longer, swordsman. If Shar wills it, your time will come.”
“I can’t go around gathering gold while that bastard is still alive!” Talek said.
“Yes ye can.” Montaron answered. “Consider it ‘preparation for the fight.’ After all, from what I’ve heard, he’s had plenty of time to prepare for going after you too. Seems sensible to make preparations as well.” Xzar nodded in agreement.
Talek seemed taken aback by the rest of the party’s agreement. “But… Davaeron… we know where he is!”
“He’ll probably be there in a few days as well. But these people got ties with the bandits, and I don’t feel like taking on a group that keeps the Flaming Fist busy as we are now.” Montaron made his case. “Now, what we need is a profitable task.”
“Euh… excuse me?” The group turned to the newcomer. It was the fat man who had given them the gold. He looked like he really didn’t want to talk to them. “I… heard you are looking for a task that would gain you g… gold? I w… wonder if you’d be interested in a bounty.”
Talek grumbled something and seemed to wish the fat man would leave. Montaron smiled however. “Bounty huntin? I’ve done worse. What’s the job, and what’s the pay?”
The fat man tried to ignore the angry stare he got from Talek “900 gold. And you would need to track down a man called Prism. He stole some emeralds from Lady Delarana. You’d get half the bounty for bringing back the emeralds and half for bringing back Prism, dead or alive. The man should be close to the town. He ran out of gold around here.”
Montaron nodded approvingly. “Sounds like a good deal. Some desperate fool who stole what he shouldn’t steal. Can’t give too many trouble.”
“We’ve got BETTER things to do.” Talek stubbornly maintained.
The man piped up again. “I… just remembered. There is another man who is hunting for the bountry. A man called Greywolf.”
“So…?” Talek said non-commitally.
“He… had some problems with your f… former companions. Almost attacked them too.”
Talek’s face lit up in anger. “He almost attacked Imoen?”
“I… I think so. One of the Amnish soldiers told us that he was ready to draw his sword when he arrived.” The man sweated, clearly afraid that Talek’s wrath would turn against him.
“Greywolf eh? We’ll TAKE that bounty. And if that’s the only thing I’ll take from that shit-eating scumbag, he’ll be bloody lucky!” Talek brought his sword down in the corpse of the assassin again, causing the fat man to pale more. Talek looked down. “Ah crap. I just wiped that.”
“If we’re gonna find that Prism before the competition we should get a move on.” Montaron said. “he’s got a day’s head start on us, and we’ll be looking for him in the dark.” The sun had indeed almost set, and the light was fading.
Talek nodded and the group left. As they left the town Talek suddenly remarked in a rather cheerful tone. “You know. Now that I think about it, it did sound pretty cool.”
“What did?” Xzar asked.
Talek smiled as he rested his sword on his shoulder as usual. “Oh yeah. You didn’t hear.” As the others walked on, Talek suddenly stopped, sliced the air with his sword and pointed his sword at them.
“I’m death come for you, bastard! Surrender and I’ll kill you!” He grinned proudly.
There was a long silence.
Montaron was the first to speak. “I’ll go out on a limb here and say that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard you say.”
“The longer I am on the surface, the more I wonder why the drow haven’t conquered it yet.” Viconia said dead-pan.
Xzar held his hand out in a fist, with the thumb sideways. “With you saying it, it sounds less stupid.” The thumb was lowered and he made a dirty face. “But it still stinks!” The three turned around and walked on, Talek still standing in his pose.
“Ah come on guys!” Talek broke his pose and walked after them. “It’s not THAT bad. Ah come on! Don’t be like that. It’s a cool line and you know it. You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it. Guys! Wait up!”
About Blood 29
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Posted 19 December 2003 - 07:54 PM
As usual, awesome chapter. Have to remark about this, though:
I thought it was empty? Gave that impression to me, anyway.
“Hm. Thanks. Just checking” Talek looked over his shoulder and saw that he was losing his companions in the crowd and left the nervous man behind.
I thought it was empty? Gave that impression to me, anyway.
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Posted 19 December 2003 - 08:03 PM
Well. In decent time I guess. You may notice our favourite brainless assassin bard lacks magic missiles. I'm gonna go with the 'bards have their own kind of magic' here. Just seems a bit weird that bards would be able to use the same magic wizards study for years for. So there will be no bards throwing fireballs here. On the plus side. They don't need a spell book either.
That seems equally weird, though.
Talek shrugged. “I DID accidentally kill their village idiot, but I don’t think that’s it. The local Helmite old fart yelled all over town that I was not human and evil or something. He got all screwed up when he looked at my soul.”
Well, I think that his list of good deeds in Nashkel still outhweight the bad. I mean, do you think that anyone in that town hadn't been dreaming of murdering Noober in a most violent manner? I think that's a bonus for Talek.
“Hm… looks like about 450 gold pieces.” He estimated. “I’ll be counting it though, so ye’d better not have taken some for yerself.” The bag disappeared somewhere on his figure. “Speaking of him, where is he? There’s some stuff I’d like to talk to him about.” Montaron flashed his usual unpleasant smile.
Too late, Monty... shouldn't have taken the detour on the road to Nashkel.
The other man wiped his brow and really looked like he hated his job right now. “He… euh… left town just this morning… after meeting with y…your f…former druid companion. Q… quite a shocking affair actually. I h… hope y… you’re not angry.”
Montaron sniggered. “Should have expected it, I guess. Heh, never mind then. We’ll be off to go shopping then.” He walked off, leaving behind a relieved man.
Heh, Jaheira needed to vent some anger after all that nasty business in mines.
Talek stayed behind for a few seconds. “Hey. There was a girl with the druid right? Auburn hair. Smiles a lot. Was she all right? Did it look like the other two hurt her in any way?”
Sigh. Yeah, I'm sure that those other two think of nothing else but how to torture poor Imoen.
The other man was quicker though. “Master Nimbul, master Nimbul!” He exclaimed. “He has returned. That horrible Talek boy. And he’s brought a DROW with him! Can you believe the shamelessness? I don’t know what the garrison thinks it’s doing… Ever since Capitain Brage has… gone…”
'Captain'
“He’s here? Thanks you good man. Tis good to know some men do not attempt to escape their meeting with fate. I would have been displeased had I needed to carry my final message all he way to wherever he hid.” The bard took a washcloth and dabbed at the blood on his chin till it stopped bleeding. Then gave a few quick combs through his well-groomed hair before taking his lute and dagger and heading out.
'all the way'
“I am death come for thee, surrender and thy passage shall be…” He left a pause to get his fiddlestick ready. “…quicker.” He prepared a superior smirk for whatever answer might come.
Heh, actually killed Nimbul not more than a hour ago... had been playing the BG1 Tutu...
“Huh? Passage to where?” Nimbul blinked. Talek didn’t budge his sword. “And what kind of name is Detcom Fortee?”
“Let silence take your lips eternally, accursed brute. Are you mocking my words that herald your demise or are your faculties so dim that they are unable to comprehend their own prophecy of… of…” The bards lips moved but no words came out. Talek was staring like he was growing a second head.
“Euh… you all right?” He tried.
“SOD THIS!” The assassin took his lute ready again. “I am an assassin, and I am going to KILL you. Can you understand THAT?”
WHY do you need him to UNDERSTAND that????
All the faces had a look of utter surprise on their face as Talek’s sword easily passed the weak defence and cut deep into the real flesh of the man’s neck. There was just a brief moment when shock was replaced with pain, then they winked out of existence. A blood bubble burst from Nimbul’s lips and he sagged to the ground.
Talek grinned at the corpse. “You’re not death, you’re dead.”
Well, that was quick... didn't even take a single reload...
Viconia brought her hand to her forehead. “I am suddenly starting to see why the halfling decided to accept my healing services after all.”
Not, if Talek's feelings always lead him to correct decisions, like this time
“Not to mention the trash probably got some kind of letter on him.” Montaron came out of the store, his face still looking a bit pale from the magically induced fear. Xzar had stopped whimpering and was getting up. The halfling quickly walked over to the corpse and produced a parchment. “Yep, and we even got a name. Davaeron.” He grinned at Talek. “Price is going up it seems. Someone’s getting’ nervous.”
Talek crouched down to wipe his blade on the bard’s clothes. “They’d better. I say we pay that Davaeron bastard a visit.”
I think he was called 'Davaeorn'
Nah, you gotta go the bandit camp first. Can't check now, but did Nimbul's letter pointed at Davaeorn? What pointed to Tranzig, back in Beregost then?
Montaron took the pouch with gold from the corpse and weighed it. He frowned. “Hm… About that… Equipping the drow cost more then I thought. Blasted iron crisis and merchant’s greed. I had hoped to get some better stuff and more gold before we start messing with the big boys.”
Viconia probably insisted on getting a revealing gown as well.
“Yes ye can.” Montaron answered. “Consider it ‘preparation for the fight.’ After all, from what I’ve heard, he’s had plenty of time to prepare for going after you too. Seems sensible to make preparations as well.” Xzar nodded in agreement.
Talek seemed taken aback by the rest of the party’s agreement. “But… Davaeron… we know where he is!”
Do you? So, where is he? I thought he stayed in Cloakwood, 24/7... So, are they skipping the bandits and going to Cloakwood instead?
“Euh… excuse me?” The group turned to the newcomer. It was the fat man who had given them the gold. He looked like he really didn’t want to talk to them. “I… heard you are looking for a task that would gain you g… gold? I w… wonder if you’d be interested in a bounty.”
Oublek is the first guy I kill when I need to lower my reputation...
“I… I think so. One of the Amnish soldiers told us that he was ready to draw his sword when he arrived.” The man sweated, clearly afraid that Talek’s wrath would turn against him.
“Greywolf eh? We’ll TAKE that bounty. And if that’s the only thing I’ll take from that shit-eating scumbag, he’ll be bloody lucky!” Talek brought his sword down in the corpse of the assassin again, causing the fat man to pale more. Talek looked down. “Ah crap. I just wiped that.”
Well, for the first time I think that Talek is going to do something I approve of...
That Greywolf deserved a good beating. Montaron was the first to speak. “I’ll go out on a limb here and say that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard you say.”
“The longer I am on the surface, the more I wonder why the drow haven’t conquered it yet.” Viconia said dead-pan.
Xzar held his hand out in a fist, with the thumb sideways. “With you saying it, it sounds less stupid.” The thumb was lowered and he made a dirty face. “But it still stinks!” The three turned around and walked on, Talek still standing in his pose.
“Ah come on guys!” Talek broke his pose and walked after them. “It’s not THAT bad. Ah come on! Don’t be like that. It’s a cool line and you know it. You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it. Guys! Wait up!”
Please, don't make Talek say lines like that in the future.
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Posted 19 December 2003 - 08:09 PM
As usual, awesome chapter. Have to remark about this, though:
“Hm. Thanks. Just checking” Talek looked over his shoulder and saw that he was losing his companions in the crowd and left the nervous man behind.
I thought it was empty? Gave that impression to me, anyway.
And THAT'S the reason this reviewing is handy.
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Posted 19 December 2003 - 08:33 PM
[quote name="Theodur"][quote] Well. In decent time I guess. You may notice our favourite brainless assassin bard lacks magic missiles. I'm gonna go with the 'bards have their own kind of magic' here. Just seems a bit weird that bards would be able to use the same magic wizards study for years for. So there will be no bards throwing fireballs here. On the plus side. They don't need a spell book either.
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That seems equally weird, though. [quote]
This is the world that produced Jan Jansen. We'll manage.
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Talek shrugged. “I DID accidentally kill their village idiot, but I don’t think that’s it. The local Helmite old fart yelled all over town that I was not human and evil or something. He got all screwed up when he looked at my soul.”
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Well, I think that his list of good deeds in Nashkel still outhweight the bad. I mean, do you think that anyone in that town hadn't been dreaming of murdering Noober in a most violent manner? I think that's a bonus for Talek. [/quote]
Hmm... true. But when the local religous leader has proclaimed you 'evil' and the corpse of Noober isn't just 'killed' but 'brutally beaten to death'... people will whisper. Especially when there's a cheerful girl, a nice druid and friendly half elven warrior who can take all the 'heroic' points.
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“Hm… looks like about 450 gold pieces.” He estimated. “I’ll be counting it though, so ye’d better not have taken some for yerself.” The bag disappeared somewhere on his figure. “Speaking of him, where is he? There’s some stuff I’d like to talk to him about.” Montaron flashed his usual unpleasant smile.
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Too late, Monty... shouldn't have taken the detour on the road to Nashkel. [/quote]
The Zhentarim have a long arm. Mayor Ghastkill shouldn't stop running anytime soon.
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The other man wiped his brow and really looked like he hated his job right now. “He… euh… left town just this morning… after meeting with y…your f…former druid companion. Q… quite a shocking affair actually. I h… hope y… you’re not angry.”
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Montaron sniggered. “Should have expected it, I guess. Heh, never mind then. We’ll be off to go shopping then.” He walked off, leaving behind a relieved man.
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Heh, Jaheira needed to vent some anger after all that nasty business in mines. [/quote]
Yep... and Ghastkill was the deserving object.
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Talek stayed behind for a few seconds. “Hey. There was a girl with the druid right? Auburn hair. Smiles a lot. Was she all right? Did it look like the other two hurt her in any way?”
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Sigh. Yeah, I'm sure that those other two think of nothing else but how to torture poor Imoen. [/quote]
Talek: ...Torture? I hadn't even thought of that! MONTARON, we MUST find them. I won't let the Harper bastards get away with this!
Montaron: Please.... no sarcasm... I know I'm a Zhentarim, but I don't deserve THIS do I?
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The other man was quicker though. “Master Nimbul, master Nimbul!” He exclaimed. “He has returned. That horrible Talek boy. And he’s brought a DROW with him! Can you believe the shamelessness? I don’t know what the garrison thinks it’s doing… Ever since Capitain Brage has… gone…”
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'Captain' [/quote]
Whoops
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“He’s here? Thanks you good man. Tis good to know some men do not attempt to escape their meeting with fate. I would have been displeased had I needed to carry my final message all he way to wherever he hid.” The bard took a washcloth and dabbed at the blood on his chin till it stopped bleeding. Then gave a few quick combs through his well-groomed hair before taking his lute and dagger and heading out.
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'all the way' [/quote]
Oops again
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“I am death come for thee, surrender and thy passage shall be…” He left a pause to get his fiddlestick ready. “…quicker.” He prepared a superior smirk for whatever answer might come.
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Heh, actually killed Nimbul not more than a hour ago... had been playing the BG1 Tutu... [/quote]
Ah... killing Nimbul. A milestone for any Bhaalspawn. I myself can't do it because it demands a full install of Baldur's Gate. And that's a bit much for my poor 18.6 Gb hard disk.
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“Huh? Passage to where?” Nimbul blinked. Talek didn’t budge his sword. “And what kind of name is Detcom Fortee?”
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NOT the response Nimbul expected.
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“Let silence take your lips eternally, accursed brute. Are you mocking my words that herald your demise or are your faculties so dim that they are unable to comprehend their own prophecy of… of…” The bards lips moved but no words came out. Talek was staring like he was growing a second head.
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“Euh… you all right?” He tried.
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“SOD THIS!” The assassin took his lute ready again. “I am an assassin, and I am going to KILL you. Can you understand THAT?”
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WHY do you need him to UNDERSTAND that???? [/quote]
Makes you wonder who's the bigger idiot.
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All the faces had a look of utter surprise on their face as Talek’s sword easily passed the weak defence and cut deep into the real flesh of the man’s neck. There was just a brief moment when shock was replaced with pain, then they winked out of existence. A blood bubble burst from Nimbul’s lips and he sagged to the ground.
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Talek grinned at the corpse. “You’re not death, you’re dead.”
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Well, that was quick... didn't even take a single reload... [/quote]
Yep, for being a total idiot, Nimbul is actually a pretty mean enemy in he game.
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Viconia brought her hand to her forehead. “I am suddenly starting to see why the halfling decided to accept my healing services after all.”
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Not, if Talek's feelings always lead him to correct decisions, like this time [/quote]
Talek's feelings helped him out this time, but they also lead him to believe that Jaheira and Khalid are conniving backstabbers.
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“Not to mention the trash probably got some kind of letter on him.” Montaron came out of the store, his face still looking a bit pale from the magically induced fear. Xzar had stopped whimpering and was getting up. The halfling quickly walked over to the corpse and produced a parchment. “Yep, and we even got a name. Davaeron.” He grinned at Talek. “Price is going up it seems. Someone’s getting’ nervous.”
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Talek crouched down to wipe his blade on the bard’s clothes. “They’d better. I say we pay that Davaeron bastard a visit.”
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I think he was called 'Davaeorn'
Nah, you gotta go the bandit camp first. Can't check now, but did Nimbul's letter pointed at Davaeorn? What pointed to Tranzig, back in Beregost then? [/quote]
The reason is very simple. Me, being a total klutz with names, NOT ONLY spelled Davaeorn's name wrong, but confused him with Tranzig. *pounds head into wall*
Elminster was the Drow with the two scimitars right?
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Montaron took the pouch with gold from the corpse and weighed it. He frowned. “Hm… About that… Equipping the drow cost more then I thought. Blasted iron crisis and merchant’s greed. I had hoped to get some better stuff and more gold before we start messing with the big boys.”
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Viconia probably insisted on getting a revealing gown as well. [/quote]
Hey, if a male's libido can mean the difference between life and death, it's money well spent.
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“Yes ye can.” Montaron answered. “Consider it ‘preparation for the fight.’ After all, from what I’ve heard, he’s had plenty of time to prepare for going after you too. Seems sensible to make preparations as well.” Xzar nodded in agreement.
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Talek seemed taken aback by the rest of the party’s agreement. “But… Davaeron… we know where he is!”
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Do you? So, where is he? I thought he stayed in Cloakwood, 24/7... So, are they skipping the bandits and going to Cloakwood instead? [/quote]
Nope... as above. I screwed up.
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“Euh… excuse me?” The group turned to the newcomer. It was the fat man who had given them the gold. He looked like he really didn’t want to talk to them. “I… heard you are looking for a task that would gain you g… gold? I w… wonder if you’d be interested in a bounty.”
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Oublek is the first guy I kill when I need to lower my reputation... [/quote]
Heh... how would one roleplay that?
PC: "Hmm.... all the people are saying that I'm a hero. Better put a stop to that. Viconia is getting angry. *SLASH BUTCHER KILL*
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“I… I think so. One of the Amnish soldiers told us that he was ready to draw his sword when he arrived.” The man sweated, clearly afraid that Talek’s wrath would turn against him.
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“Greywolf eh? We’ll TAKE that bounty. And if that’s the only thing I’ll take from that shit-eating scumbag, he’ll be bloody lucky!” Talek brought his sword down in the corpse of the assassin again, causing the fat man to pale more. Talek looked down. “Ah crap. I just wiped that.”
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Well, for the first time I think that Talek is going to do something I approve of... That Greywolf deserved a good beating. [/quote]
Heh... thought you might. Occasionally Talek's sword WILL find 'deserving' subjects.
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Montaron was the first to speak. “I’ll go out on a limb here and say that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard you say.”
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“The longer I am on the surface, the more I wonder why the drow haven’t conquered it yet.” Viconia said dead-pan.
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Xzar held his hand out in a fist, with the thumb sideways. “With you saying it, it sounds less stupid.” The thumb was lowered and he made a dirty face. “But it still stinks!” The three turned around and walked on, Talek still standing in his pose.
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“Ah come on guys!” Talek broke his pose and walked after them. “It’s not THAT bad. Ah come on! Don’t be like that. It’s a cool line and you know it. You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it. Guys! Wait up!”[/quote]
Please, don't make Talek say lines like that in the future.[/quote]
Talek: You're ALSO jealous YOU didn't think of it.
Montaron: YOU didn't think of it either boy. Ye stole it from the fool assassin.
Talek: Yeah... well... I still think it sounds fun.
[/quote]
That seems equally weird, though.
[quote]This is the world that produced Jan Jansen. We'll manage.
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Talek shrugged. “I DID accidentally kill their village idiot, but I don’t think that’s it. The local Helmite old fart yelled all over town that I was not human and evil or something. He got all screwed up when he looked at my soul.”
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Well, I think that his list of good deeds in Nashkel still outhweight the bad. I mean, do you think that anyone in that town hadn't been dreaming of murdering Noober in a most violent manner? I think that's a bonus for Talek. [/quote]
Hmm... true. But when the local religous leader has proclaimed you 'evil' and the corpse of Noober isn't just 'killed' but 'brutally beaten to death'... people will whisper. Especially when there's a cheerful girl, a nice druid and friendly half elven warrior who can take all the 'heroic' points.
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“Hm… looks like about 450 gold pieces.” He estimated. “I’ll be counting it though, so ye’d better not have taken some for yerself.” The bag disappeared somewhere on his figure. “Speaking of him, where is he? There’s some stuff I’d like to talk to him about.” Montaron flashed his usual unpleasant smile.
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Too late, Monty... shouldn't have taken the detour on the road to Nashkel. [/quote]
The Zhentarim have a long arm. Mayor Ghastkill shouldn't stop running anytime soon.
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The other man wiped his brow and really looked like he hated his job right now. “He… euh… left town just this morning… after meeting with y…your f…former druid companion. Q… quite a shocking affair actually. I h… hope y… you’re not angry.”
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Montaron sniggered. “Should have expected it, I guess. Heh, never mind then. We’ll be off to go shopping then.” He walked off, leaving behind a relieved man.
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Heh, Jaheira needed to vent some anger after all that nasty business in mines. [/quote]
Yep... and Ghastkill was the deserving object.
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Talek stayed behind for a few seconds. “Hey. There was a girl with the druid right? Auburn hair. Smiles a lot. Was she all right? Did it look like the other two hurt her in any way?”
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Sigh. Yeah, I'm sure that those other two think of nothing else but how to torture poor Imoen. [/quote]
Talek: ...Torture? I hadn't even thought of that! MONTARON, we MUST find them. I won't let the Harper bastards get away with this!
Montaron: Please.... no sarcasm... I know I'm a Zhentarim, but I don't deserve THIS do I?
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The other man was quicker though. “Master Nimbul, master Nimbul!” He exclaimed. “He has returned. That horrible Talek boy. And he’s brought a DROW with him! Can you believe the shamelessness? I don’t know what the garrison thinks it’s doing… Ever since Capitain Brage has… gone…”
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'Captain' [/quote]
Whoops
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“He’s here? Thanks you good man. Tis good to know some men do not attempt to escape their meeting with fate. I would have been displeased had I needed to carry my final message all he way to wherever he hid.” The bard took a washcloth and dabbed at the blood on his chin till it stopped bleeding. Then gave a few quick combs through his well-groomed hair before taking his lute and dagger and heading out.
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'all the way' [/quote]
Oops again
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“I am death come for thee, surrender and thy passage shall be…” He left a pause to get his fiddlestick ready. “…quicker.” He prepared a superior smirk for whatever answer might come.
[/quote]
Heh, actually killed Nimbul not more than a hour ago... had been playing the BG1 Tutu...
[/quote]Ah... killing Nimbul. A milestone for any Bhaalspawn. I myself can't do it because it demands a full install of Baldur's Gate. And that's a bit much for my poor 18.6 Gb hard disk.
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“Huh? Passage to where?” Nimbul blinked. Talek didn’t budge his sword. “And what kind of name is Detcom Fortee?”
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[/quote]NOT the response Nimbul expected.
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“Let silence take your lips eternally, accursed brute. Are you mocking my words that herald your demise or are your faculties so dim that they are unable to comprehend their own prophecy of… of…” The bards lips moved but no words came out. Talek was staring like he was growing a second head.
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“Euh… you all right?” He tried.
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“SOD THIS!” The assassin took his lute ready again. “I am an assassin, and I am going to KILL you. Can you understand THAT?”
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WHY do you need him to UNDERSTAND that???? [/quote]
Makes you wonder who's the bigger idiot.[quote] [quote]
All the faces had a look of utter surprise on their face as Talek’s sword easily passed the weak defence and cut deep into the real flesh of the man’s neck. There was just a brief moment when shock was replaced with pain, then they winked out of existence. A blood bubble burst from Nimbul’s lips and he sagged to the ground.
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Talek grinned at the corpse. “You’re not death, you’re dead.”
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Well, that was quick... didn't even take a single reload...
[/quote]Yep, for being a total idiot, Nimbul is actually a pretty mean enemy in he game.
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Viconia brought her hand to her forehead. “I am suddenly starting to see why the halfling decided to accept my healing services after all.”
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Not, if Talek's feelings always lead him to correct decisions, like this time
[/quote]Talek's feelings helped him out this time, but they also lead him to believe that Jaheira and Khalid are conniving backstabbers.
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“Not to mention the trash probably got some kind of letter on him.” Montaron came out of the store, his face still looking a bit pale from the magically induced fear. Xzar had stopped whimpering and was getting up. The halfling quickly walked over to the corpse and produced a parchment. “Yep, and we even got a name. Davaeron.” He grinned at Talek. “Price is going up it seems. Someone’s getting’ nervous.”
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Talek crouched down to wipe his blade on the bard’s clothes. “They’d better. I say we pay that Davaeron bastard a visit.”
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I think he was called 'Davaeorn'
Nah, you gotta go the bandit camp first. Can't check now, but did Nimbul's letter pointed at Davaeorn? What pointed to Tranzig, back in Beregost then? [/quote]
The reason is very simple. Me, being a total klutz with names, NOT ONLY spelled Davaeorn's name wrong, but confused him with Tranzig. *pounds head into wall*
Elminster was the Drow with the two scimitars right?
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Montaron took the pouch with gold from the corpse and weighed it. He frowned. “Hm… About that… Equipping the drow cost more then I thought. Blasted iron crisis and merchant’s greed. I had hoped to get some better stuff and more gold before we start messing with the big boys.”
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Viconia probably insisted on getting a revealing gown as well. [/quote]
Hey, if a male's libido can mean the difference between life and death, it's money well spent.
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“Yes ye can.” Montaron answered. “Consider it ‘preparation for the fight.’ After all, from what I’ve heard, he’s had plenty of time to prepare for going after you too. Seems sensible to make preparations as well.” Xzar nodded in agreement.
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Talek seemed taken aback by the rest of the party’s agreement. “But… Davaeron… we know where he is!”
[/quote]
Do you? So, where is he? I thought he stayed in Cloakwood, 24/7... So, are they skipping the bandits and going to Cloakwood instead? [/quote]
Nope... as above. I screwed up.
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“Euh… excuse me?” The group turned to the newcomer. It was the fat man who had given them the gold. He looked like he really didn’t want to talk to them. “I… heard you are looking for a task that would gain you g… gold? I w… wonder if you’d be interested in a bounty.”
[/quote]
Oublek is the first guy I kill when I need to lower my reputation...
[/quote]Heh... how would one roleplay that?
PC: "Hmm.... all the people are saying that I'm a hero. Better put a stop to that. Viconia is getting angry. *SLASH BUTCHER KILL*
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“I… I think so. One of the Amnish soldiers told us that he was ready to draw his sword when he arrived.” The man sweated, clearly afraid that Talek’s wrath would turn against him.
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“Greywolf eh? We’ll TAKE that bounty. And if that’s the only thing I’ll take from that shit-eating scumbag, he’ll be bloody lucky!” Talek brought his sword down in the corpse of the assassin again, causing the fat man to pale more. Talek looked down. “Ah crap. I just wiped that.”
[/quote]
Well, for the first time I think that Talek is going to do something I approve of...
That Greywolf deserved a good beating. [/quote]Heh... thought you might. Occasionally Talek's sword WILL find 'deserving' subjects.
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Montaron was the first to speak. “I’ll go out on a limb here and say that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard you say.”
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“The longer I am on the surface, the more I wonder why the drow haven’t conquered it yet.” Viconia said dead-pan.
[/quote]
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Xzar held his hand out in a fist, with the thumb sideways. “With you saying it, it sounds less stupid.” The thumb was lowered and he made a dirty face. “But it still stinks!” The three turned around and walked on, Talek still standing in his pose.
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“Ah come on guys!” Talek broke his pose and walked after them. “It’s not THAT bad. Ah come on! Don’t be like that. It’s a cool line and you know it. You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it. Guys! Wait up!”[/quote]
Please, don't make Talek say lines like that in the future.
[/quote]Talek: You're ALSO jealous YOU didn't think of it.
Montaron: YOU didn't think of it either boy. Ye stole it from the fool assassin.
Talek: Yeah... well... I still think it sounds fun.
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Oublek is the first guy I kill when I need to lower my reputation... [/quote]
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Heh... how would one roleplay that?
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PC: "Hmm.... all the people are saying that I'm a hero. Better put a stop to that. Viconia is getting angry. *SLASH BUTCHER KILL*
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Well, in my case it's Jaheira moaning that the party needs better leadership... despite her BEING the leader. Well, I always appreciate honesty...
But yeah, I don't like having high reputation, always try to keep it at 16-17.
Oublek is the first guy I kill when I need to lower my reputation...
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Heh... how would one roleplay that?
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PC: "Hmm.... all the people are saying that I'm a hero. Better put a stop to that. Viconia is getting angry. *SLASH BUTCHER KILL*
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Well, in my case it's Jaheira moaning that the party needs better leadership... despite her BEING the leader. Well, I always appreciate honesty...
But yeah, I don't like having high reputation, always try to keep it at 16-17.
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Well. In decent time I guess. You may notice our favourite brainless assassin bard lacks magic missiles. I'm gonna go with the 'bards have their own kind of magic' here. Just seems a bit weird that bards would be able to use the same magic wizards study for years for. So there will be no bards throwing fireballs here. On the plus side. They don't need a spell book either.
Sounds reasonable. What spells do your bards use? Ah, I guess we'll learn soon enough.
“N… No. They didn’t stay v… very long. They came, got their reward and left with a ranger that recently arrived here.”
"You forrrgot Boo!"
“Sir, please be careful!” The innkeeper called after him. “He is near the shop now. He’s a killer!”
LOL
Nimbul stopped about a dozen metre from his target. The street was empty. He gave a look at the windows. Eyes were peering out of the windows. He smiled and took out the lute.
Ahh, the Western
. “I am death come for thee, surrender and thy passage shall be…” He left a pause to get his fiddlestick ready. “…quicker.” He prepared a superior smirk for whatever answer might come.
"Go for your fiddle, then."
“Huh? Passage to where?” Nimbul blinked. Talek didn’t budge his sword. “And what kind of name is Detcom Fortee?”
I should have guessed. “SOD THIS!” The assassin took his lute ready again. “I am an assassin, and I am going to KILL you. Can you understand THAT?”
OK, it will be a ballad with big letters, short words and lots of pictures, then.
The assassin seemed content now that he was on familiar ground. He struck one note and sung a word and was suddenly surrounded by a group of copies. As Talek stormed forward and the door opened to show his comrades, the bard continued playing and singing, his voice getting an echo as he sung. As Xzar was raising his hands, Viconia took her new mace and Montaron aimed his crossbow, the magic took effect.
You know... Stupid or not, he has certain style...
He decimated my party several times, BTW. With that boots of his he's quite resilient to usual "disrupt their casting with missiles" tactics...
Montaron cursed as the magic took his courage and he fled back in the shop, Xzar started screaming and collapsed to the ground in a panic. Viconia uttered a drow insult as the magic failed to affect her and stormed forward. Talek shook his head and snarled as he shrugged the magic off and followed Viconia.
I'm not sure... Can someone curse under the effect of Horror? Cursing, frustration -- it assumes some measure of control, and Horror is probably more sort of a blind panic...“DIE, ASSASSIN!” Talek charged past her. He ignored all images but one. The swords lunged at him but passed through him.
All the faces had a look of utter surprise on their face as Talek’s sword easily passed the weak defence and cut deep into the real flesh of the man’s neck. There was just a brief moment when shock was replaced with pain, then they winked out of existence. A blood bubble burst from Nimbul’s lips and he sagged to the ground.
But, but... How?! 
Maybe it's his new Bhaalspawn power? (Or even the first one?)Montaron offered the parchment to the guard who frowned and motioned his comrades to lower their weapons. “Very well. It seems your story checks out. We WILL be watching you though, so don’t try anything funny.”
“Yeah, yeah, you just keep watching me.” Talek spoke in a mocking voice as the soldiers left. “Well… back north then?”
Heh. On the Dark Side Talek seems to cope with such things much easily...
Montaron took the pouch with gold from the corpse and weighed it. He frowned. “Hm… About that… Equipping the drow cost more then I thought. Blasted iron crisis and merchant’s greed. I had hoped to get some better stuff and more gold before we start messing with the big boys.”
Well, there's a guy with Varscona nearby...
“I can’t go around gathering gold while that bastard is still alive!” Talek said.
“Yes ye can.” Montaron answered. “Consider it ‘preparation for the fight.’ After all, from what I’ve heard, he’s had plenty of time to prepare for going after you too. Seems sensible to make preparations as well.” Xzar nodded in agreement.
He's very practical. Listen to him, Talek.Talek’s face lit up in anger. “He almost attacked Imoen?”
Uh-oh... Here goes...
“I’m death come for you, bastard! Surrender and I’ll kill you!” He grinned proudly.
LOL! Sounds reasonable, I guess.
“Ah come on guys!” Talek broke his pose and walked after them. “It’s not THAT bad. Ah come on! Don’t be like that. It’s a cool line and you know it. You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it. Guys! Wait up!”
Forget it, Talek. They don't appreciate the real style. Good chapter. An image of Mr Death-Come-for-Thee playing violin in epicenter of battle... being the epicenter of battle... is very memorable.
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[quote][quote] Well. In decent time I guess. You may notice our favourite brainless assassin bard lacks magic missiles. I'm gonna go with the 'bards have their own kind of magic' here. Just seems a bit weird that bards would be able to use the same magic wizards study for years for. So there will be no bards throwing fireballs here. On the plus side. They don't need a spell book either. [/quote]
Sounds reasonable. What spells do your bards use? Ah, I guess we'll learn soon enough. [/quote]
Mostly illusions and enchantments.
[quote] [quote]“N… No. They didn’t stay v… very long. They came, got their reward and left with a ranger that recently arrived here.”[/quote]
"You forrrgot Boo!" [/quote]
[quote] [quote] “Sir, please be careful!” The innkeeper called after him. “He is near the shop now. He’s a killer!”[/quote]
LOL [/quote]
Heh, that's the FUN thing about being an assassin with an 'evil' character as target. You have all 'decent' people helping you.
[quote] [quote]Nimbul stopped about a dozen metre from his target. The street was empty. He gave a look at the windows. Eyes were peering out of the windows. He smiled and took out the lute.[/quote]
Ahh, the Western . [/quote]
Nimbul: This town here ain't big enough for the both of us.... I mean... I am Death come for thee... and stuff...
[quote] [quote] “I am death come for thee, surrender and thy passage shall be…” He left a pause to get his fiddlestick ready. “…quicker.” He prepared a superior smirk for whatever answer might come.[/quote]
"Go for your fiddle, then." [/quote]
Heh, a western reference? I'm not really familiar with the genre.
[quote][quote]“Huh? Passage to where?” Nimbul blinked. Talek didn’t budge his sword. “And what kind of name is Detcom Fortee?”[/quote]
I should have guessed. [/quote]
Talek's stupidity-Nimbul's poetry: 1-0
[quote] [quote]“SOD THIS!” The assassin took his lute ready again. “I am an assassin, and I am going to KILL you. Can you understand THAT?”[/quote]
OK, it will be a ballad with big letters, short words and lots of pictures, then. [/quote]
I think Nimbul might have chosen to omit his chapter ENTIRELY.
[quote] [quote] The assassin seemed content now that he was on familiar ground. He struck one note and sung a word and was suddenly surrounded by a group of copies. As Talek stormed forward and the door opened to show his comrades, the bard continued playing and singing, his voice getting an echo as he sung. As Xzar was raising his hands, Viconia took her new mace and Montaron aimed his crossbow, the magic took effect.[/quote]
You know... Stupid or not, he has certain style... [/quote]
Yep, he IS a bard after all. Style is his business.
[quote] He decimated my party several times, BTW. With that boots of his he's quite resilient to usual "disrupt their casting with missiles" tactics... [/quote]
Me being a player that cares little for tactics usually just lead a massive charge with whoever ISN'T being horrored, and hope that the Amnish soldiers make themselves useful.
[quote] [quote]Montaron cursed as the magic took his courage and he fled back in the shop, Xzar started screaming and collapsed to the ground in a panic. Viconia uttered a drow insult as the magic failed to affect her and stormed forward. Talek shook his head and snarled as he shrugged the magic off and followed Viconia.[/quote]
I'm not sure... Can someone curse under the effect of Horror? Cursing, frustration -- it assumes some measure of control, and Horror is probably more sort of a blind panic... [/quote]
Hm... good point. Perhaps a curse that manages to get out before the spell takes full effect?
[quote] [quote] “DIE, ASSASSIN!” Talek charged past her. He ignored all images but one. The swords lunged at him but passed through him.
All the faces had a look of utter surprise on their face as Talek’s sword easily passed the weak defence and cut deep into the real flesh of the man’s neck. There was just a brief moment when shock was replaced with pain, then they winked out of existence. A blood bubble burst from Nimbul’s lips and he sagged to the ground.[/quote]
But, but... How?! Maybe it's his new Bhaalspawn power? (Or even the first one?) [/quote]
The first one really. And it's not his EYES that saw through the illusion.
[quote] [quote]Montaron offered the parchment to the guard who frowned and motioned his comrades to lower their weapons. “Very well. It seems your story checks out. We WILL be watching you though, so don’t try anything funny.”
“Yeah, yeah, you just keep watching me.” Talek spoke in a mocking voice as the soldiers left. “Well… back north then?”[/quote]
Heh. On the Dark Side Talek seems to cope with such things much easily... [/quote]
Yep. AFter all, he doesn't disagree with them anymore. He KNOWS what they think is true, while before, he just feared it to be true.
[uote] [quote]Montaron took the pouch with gold from the corpse and weighed it. He frowned. “Hm… About that… Equipping the drow cost more then I thought. Blasted iron crisis and merchant’s greed. I had hoped to get some better stuff and more gold before we start messing with the big boys.”[/quote]
Well, there's a guy with Varscona nearby... [/quote]
Varscona, the Fighter's delight.
[quote] [quote]“I can’t go around gathering gold while that bastard is still alive!” Talek said.
“Yes ye can.” Montaron answered. “Consider it ‘preparation for the fight.’ After all, from what I’ve heard, he’s had plenty of time to prepare for going after you too. Seems sensible to make preparations as well.” Xzar nodded in agreement.[/quote]
He's very practical. Listen to him, Talek. [/quote]
Talek: Practical Shmactical! I wanna kill the golden eyed scum.
[quote] [quote] Talek’s face lit up in anger. “He almost attacked Imoen?”[/quote]
Uh-oh... Here goes... [/quote]
The best way to distract Talek from vengeance... is more vengeance.
[quote] [quote]“I’m death come for you, bastard! Surrender and I’ll kill you!” He grinned proudly.[/quote]
LOL! Sounds reasonable, I guess. [/quote]
Eh... not very good at promoting surrender though. But it's honest at least.
[quote] [quote]“Ah come on guys!” Talek broke his pose and walked after them. “It’s not THAT bad. Ah come on! Don’t be like that. It’s a cool line and you know it. You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it. Guys! Wait up!”[/quote]
Forget it, Talek. They don't appreciate the real style. [/quote]
Talek: Tsh.... jealousy. Pure jealousy.
[quote] Good chapter. An image of Mr Death-Come-for-Thee playing violin in epicenter of battle... being the epicenter of battle... is very memorable. [/quote]
Hmm... never imagined it, but it IS a nice vision. It gets you killed, sure.... but it'll get you immortality as well.
Sounds reasonable. What spells do your bards use? Ah, I guess we'll learn soon enough.
[/quote]Mostly illusions and enchantments.
[quote] [quote]“N… No. They didn’t stay v… very long. They came, got their reward and left with a ranger that recently arrived here.”[/quote]
"You forrrgot Boo!"
[/quote] [quote] [quote] “Sir, please be careful!” The innkeeper called after him. “He is near the shop now. He’s a killer!”[/quote]
LOL [/quote]
Heh, that's the FUN thing about being an assassin with an 'evil' character as target. You have all 'decent' people helping you.
[quote] [quote]Nimbul stopped about a dozen metre from his target. The street was empty. He gave a look at the windows. Eyes were peering out of the windows. He smiled and took out the lute.[/quote]
Ahh, the Western
. [/quote]Nimbul: This town here ain't big enough for the both of us.... I mean... I am Death come for thee... and stuff...
[quote] [quote] “I am death come for thee, surrender and thy passage shall be…” He left a pause to get his fiddlestick ready. “…quicker.” He prepared a superior smirk for whatever answer might come.[/quote]
"Go for your fiddle, then."
[/quote]Heh, a western reference? I'm not really familiar with the genre.
[quote][quote]“Huh? Passage to where?” Nimbul blinked. Talek didn’t budge his sword. “And what kind of name is Detcom Fortee?”[/quote]
I should have guessed. [/quote]Talek's stupidity-Nimbul's poetry: 1-0
[quote] [quote]“SOD THIS!” The assassin took his lute ready again. “I am an assassin, and I am going to KILL you. Can you understand THAT?”[/quote]
OK, it will be a ballad with big letters, short words and lots of pictures, then.
[/quote]I think Nimbul might have chosen to omit his chapter ENTIRELY.
[quote] [quote] The assassin seemed content now that he was on familiar ground. He struck one note and sung a word and was suddenly surrounded by a group of copies. As Talek stormed forward and the door opened to show his comrades, the bard continued playing and singing, his voice getting an echo as he sung. As Xzar was raising his hands, Viconia took her new mace and Montaron aimed his crossbow, the magic took effect.[/quote]
You know... Stupid or not, he has certain style...
[/quote]Yep, he IS a bard after all. Style is his business.
[quote] He decimated my party several times, BTW. With that boots of his he's quite resilient to usual "disrupt their casting with missiles" tactics... [/quote]
Me being a player that cares little for tactics usually just lead a massive charge with whoever ISN'T being horrored, and hope that the Amnish soldiers make themselves useful.
[quote] [quote]Montaron cursed as the magic took his courage and he fled back in the shop, Xzar started screaming and collapsed to the ground in a panic. Viconia uttered a drow insult as the magic failed to affect her and stormed forward. Talek shook his head and snarled as he shrugged the magic off and followed Viconia.[/quote]
I'm not sure... Can someone curse under the effect of Horror? Cursing, frustration -- it assumes some measure of control, and Horror is probably more sort of a blind panic... [/quote]Hm... good point. Perhaps a curse that manages to get out before the spell takes full effect?
[quote] [quote] “DIE, ASSASSIN!” Talek charged past her. He ignored all images but one. The swords lunged at him but passed through him.
All the faces had a look of utter surprise on their face as Talek’s sword easily passed the weak defence and cut deep into the real flesh of the man’s neck. There was just a brief moment when shock was replaced with pain, then they winked out of existence. A blood bubble burst from Nimbul’s lips and he sagged to the ground.[/quote]
But, but... How?! Maybe it's his new Bhaalspawn power? (Or even the first one?) [/quote]The first one really. And it's not his EYES that saw through the illusion.
[quote] [quote]Montaron offered the parchment to the guard who frowned and motioned his comrades to lower their weapons. “Very well. It seems your story checks out. We WILL be watching you though, so don’t try anything funny.”
“Yeah, yeah, you just keep watching me.” Talek spoke in a mocking voice as the soldiers left. “Well… back north then?”[/quote]
Heh. On the Dark Side Talek seems to cope with such things much easily... [/quote]
Yep. AFter all, he doesn't disagree with them anymore. He KNOWS what they think is true, while before, he just feared it to be true.
[uote] [quote]Montaron took the pouch with gold from the corpse and weighed it. He frowned. “Hm… About that… Equipping the drow cost more then I thought. Blasted iron crisis and merchant’s greed. I had hoped to get some better stuff and more gold before we start messing with the big boys.”[/quote]
Well, there's a guy with Varscona nearby...
[/quote]Varscona, the Fighter's delight.
[quote] [quote]“I can’t go around gathering gold while that bastard is still alive!” Talek said.
“Yes ye can.” Montaron answered. “Consider it ‘preparation for the fight.’ After all, from what I’ve heard, he’s had plenty of time to prepare for going after you too. Seems sensible to make preparations as well.” Xzar nodded in agreement.[/quote]
He's very practical. Listen to him, Talek. [/quote]Talek: Practical Shmactical! I wanna kill the golden eyed scum.
[quote] [quote] Talek’s face lit up in anger. “He almost attacked Imoen?”[/quote]
Uh-oh... Here goes...
[/quote]The best way to distract Talek from vengeance... is more vengeance.
[quote] [quote]“I’m death come for you, bastard! Surrender and I’ll kill you!” He grinned proudly.[/quote]
LOL! Sounds reasonable, I guess.
[/quote]Eh... not very good at promoting surrender though. But it's honest at least.
[quote] [quote]“Ah come on guys!” Talek broke his pose and walked after them. “It’s not THAT bad. Ah come on! Don’t be like that. It’s a cool line and you know it. You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it. Guys! Wait up!”[/quote]
Forget it, Talek. They don't appreciate the real style. [/quote]Talek: Tsh.... jealousy. Pure jealousy.
[quote] Good chapter. An image of Mr Death-Come-for-Thee playing violin in epicenter of battle... being the epicenter of battle... is very memorable.
[/quote]Hmm... never imagined it, but it IS a nice vision. It gets you killed, sure.... but it'll get you immortality as well.
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Talek shrugged. “I DID accidentally kill their village idiot, but I don’t think that’s it. The local Helmite old fart yelled all over town that I was not human and evil or something. He got all screwed up when he looked at my soul.”
To be fair, it's understandable why the priest reacted as he did, although it was harsh of him not to even give Talek a chance. But obviously Talek doesn't see that, yet.“Hm… looks like about 450 gold pieces.” He estimated. “I’ll be counting it though, so ye’d better not have taken some for yerself.” The bag disappeared somewhere on his figure. “Speaking of him, where is he? There’s some stuff I’d like to talk to him about.” Montaron flashed his usual unpleasant smile.
'Fraid Jaheira beat you to it, Monty. But don't worry, she did a good job.
Talek stayed behind for a few seconds. “Hey. There was a girl with the druid right? Auburn hair. Smiles a lot. Was she all right? Did it look like the other two hurt her in any way?”
C'mon Talek, Khalid and Jaheira wouldn't do that. Trust them at least that far, can't you?“Talek Gorionson.” It wasn’t a question.
Talek’s smile widened to a grin. “That’s me. Who’s asking?”
You really need to stop doing that, Talek.
“I am death come for thee, surrender and thy passage shall be…” He left a pause to get his fiddlestick ready. “…quicker.” He prepared a superior smirk for whatever answer might come.
“Huh? Passage to where?” Nimbul blinked. Talek didn’t budge his sword. “And what kind of name is Detcom Fortee?”
LOL!
The bard looked frustrated. “Quiet fool, for the curtain is about to fall.”
Talek looked back at the window of the shop. Confusion remained on his face. “There aren’t any curtains on this.”
ROFL! Heh, Talek couldn't have handled this better if he'd tried.
Talek grinned at the corpse. “You’re not death, you’re dead.”
Nice one.
Viconia gave an incredulous look. “’The feeling’? You jumped into the swords on the basis of a ‘feeling’?”
Well, it worked, didn't it?
Talek looked ready to attack the soldiers when Viconia intervened. “The man was a hired killer. We heard him declaring it even in the store. I’m sure the store keep can testify in our favour.”
And I really doubt that anyone in Nashkel's going to be feeling too sorry for Nimbul - they'll probably be glad to be rid of him.
Montaron took the pouch with gold from the corpse and weighed it. He frowned. “Hm… About that… Equipping the drow cost more then I thought. Blasted iron crisis and merchant’s greed. I had hoped to get some better stuff and more gold before we start messing with the big boys.”
You mean you actually paid for it, Monty? Makes a change.
“We’ve got BETTER things to do.” Talek stubbornly maintained.
Listen to Monty, Talek. You'd have zero chance against Sarevok right now, and it would be a bit of an abrupt end to the story if you got killed trying.Talek smiled as he rested his sword on his shoulder as usual. “Oh yeah. You didn’t hear.” As the others walked on, Talek suddenly stopped, sliced the air with his sword and pointed his sword at them.
“I’m death come for you, bastard! Surrender and I’ll kill you!” He grinned proudly.
LOL! Well, it sounds a bit more convincing coming from Talek than Nimbul, at least.
Montaron was the first to speak. “I’ll go out on a limb here and say that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard you say.”
“The longer I am on the surface, the more I wonder why the drow haven’t conquered it yet.” Viconia said dead-pan.
Aw, don't listen to them, Talek. I thought it sounded good.
“Ah come on guys!” Talek broke his pose and walked after them. “It’s not THAT bad. Ah come on! Don’t be like that. It’s a cool line and you know it. You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it. Guys! Wait up!”
Nice chapter.
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Talek shrugged. “I DID accidentally kill their village idiot, but I don’t think that’s it. The local Helmite old fart yelled all over town that I was not human and evil or something. He got all screwed up when he looked at my soul.”
Oh, I don't go around blmaing the priest, but Talek does. ALways remember that Talek's views do NOT equal mine.
“Hm… looks like about 450 gold pieces.” He estimated. “I’ll be counting it though, so ye’d better not have taken some for yerself.” The bag disappeared somewhere on his figure. “Speaking of him, where is he? There’s some stuff I’d like to talk to him about.” Montaron flashed his usual unpleasant smile.
'Fraid Jaheira beat you to it, Monty. But don't worry, she did a good job.
Montaron: If he's still breathing, it ain't good enough.
Talek stayed behind for a few seconds. “Hey. There was a girl with the druid right? Auburn hair. Smiles a lot. Was she all right? Did it look like the other two hurt her in any way?”
Talek: I trust them as far as I can throw their bleeding, coolling corpses.
“Talek Gorionson.” It wasn’t a question.Talek’s smile widened to a grin. “That’s me. Who’s asking?”
You really need to stop doing that, Talek.
Talek: Doing what?
Montaron: Just.... give it up.
“I am death come for thee, surrender and thy passage shall be…” He left a pause to get his fiddlestick ready. “…quicker.” He prepared a superior smirk for whatever answer might come.“Huh? Passage to where?” Nimbul blinked. Talek didn’t budge his sword. “And what kind of name is Detcom Fortee?”
LOL!
That one wrote itself.
The bard looked frustrated. “Quiet fool, for the curtain is about to fall.”Talek looked back at the window of the shop. Confusion remained on his face. “There aren’t any curtains on this.”
ROFL! Heh, Talek couldn't have handled this better if he'd tried.
I bet Nimbul wishes he'd be one of the other Nimbuls who just get laughed at.
Talek grinned at the corpse. “You’re not death, you’re dead.”
Nice one.
It's an easy one. ANd it's about the farthest extend of Talek's wit.
Viconia gave an incredulous look. “’The feeling’? You jumped into the swords on the basis of a ‘feeling’?”
Well, it worked, didn't it?
Talek: Yeah! That's the spirit.
Viconia: Don't encourage him. SOon he's gonna followa 'feeling' to charge into a dragon's lair.
Talek looked ready to attack the soldiers when Viconia intervened. “The man was a hired killer. We heard him declaring it even in the store. I’m sure the store keep can testify in our favour.”
And I really doubt that anyone in Nashkel's going to be feeling too sorry for Nimbul - they'll probably be glad to be rid of him.
Actually, Nimbul was more popular than Talek. Had Nimbul succeded without alerting the storekeep of his inentions, he could have easily fibbed a story of Talek being a crilminal. He wouldn't even need to fib. Talek IS a wanted man in Beregost.
Montaron took the pouch with gold from the corpse and weighed it. He frowned. “Hm… About that… Equipping the drow cost more then I thought. Blasted iron crisis and merchant’s greed. I had hoped to get some better stuff and more gold before we start messing with the big boys.”
You mean you actually paid for it, Monty? Makes a change.
Heh. He may want to return at a later date. And stealing a whole chainmail without anyone noticing is out fo Montaron's league.
“We’ve got BETTER things to do.” Talek stubbornly maintained.
And now you understand why Talek shouldn't be the leader of a party.
Talek smiled as he rested his sword on his shoulder as usual. “Oh yeah. You didn’t hear.” As the others walked on, Talek suddenly stopped, sliced the air with his sword and pointed his sword at them.“I’m death come for you, bastard! Surrender and I’ll kill you!” He grinned proudly.
LOL! Well, it sounds a bit more convincing coming from Talek than Nimbul, at least.
Yep. Talek is good at convincing people that he's gonna kill them.
Montaron was the first to speak. “I’ll go out on a limb here and say that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard you say.”“The longer I am on the surface, the more I wonder why the drow haven’t conquered it yet.” Viconia said dead-pan.
Aw, don't listen to them, Talek. I thought it sounded good.
Talek: Thanks. See guys. Jealous! You're ALL jealous.
Viconia + Montaron: THANKS A LOT BJORN!
“Ah come on guys!” Talek broke his pose and walked after them. “It’s not THAT bad. Ah come on! Don’t be like that. It’s a cool line and you know it. You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it. Guys! Wait up!”
Nice chapter.
Thanks. A bit more light hearted, but I had Nimbul's scene planend out in advance.
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Well. In decent time I guess. You may notice our favourite brainless assassin bard lacks magic missiles. I'm gonna go with the 'bards have their own kind of magic' here. Just seems a bit weird that bards would be able to use the same magic wizards study for years for. So there will be no bards throwing fireballs here. On the plus side. They don't need a spell book either.
I think the transition for bards was handled badly from 2nd to 3rd edition, myself. If it was strictly song magic, I would agree with you, but it seems some wizard spells work for them, others not, and that makes no sense at all to me.
“We’re not gonna hurt the bad man that hired both us and the naughty druid, Monty?” Xzar asked with a whining edge.
Awwwww!
The bard flicked his hair and kept his lute at the ready. He flashed another smile.
“I am death come for thee, surrender and thy passage shall be…” He left a pause to get his fiddlestick ready. “…quicker.” He prepared a superior smirk for whatever answer might come.
*GRRRROOOOAAAAN!*
“Huh? Passage to where?” Nimbul blinked. Talek didn’t budge his sword. “And what kind of name is Detcom Fortee?”
Heh, I bet Nimbul wasn't prepared for *that* reply!
The assassin’s eyelid twitched slightly. “I mean to say that I am YOUR final destiny, arriving to cease your stay on this mortal coil. And thy passage shall be to whatever is the next world that the gods have ordained for you!”
“Wha…?” Talek’s mouth remained slightly open. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Or that one.
The bard looked frustrated. “Quiet fool, for the curtain is about to fall.”
Talek looked back at the window of the shop. Confusion remained on his face. “There aren’t any curtains on this.”
Tough audience.
“SOD THIS!” The assassin took his lute ready again. “I am an assassin, and I am going to KILL you. Can you understand THAT?”
Shout it out to the whole world, by all means.
Viconia gave an incredulous look. “’The feeling’? You jumped into the swords on the basis of a ‘feeling’?”
Talek stared at her and laughed weakly. “Euh… yeah?”
Viconia brought her hand to her forehead. “I am suddenly starting to see why the halfling decided to accept my healing services after all.”
Poor Vic.
“To hell with that.” Talek exclaimed. “We’ll pick up stuff on the way. I want to get my hands on the golden eyed scum as soon as possible!”
Montaron shook his head. “If yer dad was as strong as ye said and got killed, we’ll be luck if we make it to him to get cut to ribbons like we are now. Be patient for once in yer life boy!”
Makes a lot of sense, that.
Talek smiled as he rested his sword on his shoulder as usual. “Oh yeah. You didn’t hear.” As the others walked on, Talek suddenly stopped, sliced the air with his sword and pointed his sword at them.
“I’m death come for you, bastard! Surrender and I’ll kill you!” He grinned proudly.
Rini: *wince* Bro...word of advice for you. That line *really* doesn't work. Trust me on this.
Xzar held his hand out in a fist, with the thumb sideways. “With you saying it, it sounds less stupid.” The thumb was lowered and he made a dirty face. “But it still stinks!” The three turned around and walked on, Talek still standing in his pose.
“Ah come on guys!” Talek broke his pose and walked after them. “It’s not THAT bad. Ah come on! Don’t be like that. It’s a cool line and you know it. You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it. Guys! Wait up!”
Rogues do it from behind.
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Well. In decent time I guess. You may notice our favourite brainless assassin bard lacks magic missiles. I'm gonna go with the 'bards have their own kind of magic' here. Just seems a bit weird that bards would be able to use the same magic wizards study for years for. So there will be no bards throwing fireballs here. On the plus side. They don't need a spell book either.
I think the transition for bards was handled badly from 2nd to 3rd edition, myself. If it was strictly song magic, I would agree with you, but it seems some wizard spells work for them, others not, and that makes no sense at all to me.
Probably. I didn't look in detail, but when I think something doesn't make sense, I feel free to totally ignore the rulebook.
“We’re not gonna hurt the bad man that hired both us and the naughty druid, Monty?” Xzar asked with a whining edge.
Awwwww!
Xzar never gets to have any fun.
The bard flicked his hair and kept his lute at the ready. He flashed another smile.“I am death come for thee, surrender and thy passage shall be…” He left a pause to get his fiddlestick ready. “…quicker.” He prepared a superior smirk for whatever answer might come.
*GRRRROOOOAAAAN!*
He's heeeeeeere.
“Huh? Passage to where?” Nimbul blinked. Talek didn’t budge his sword. “And what kind of name is Detcom Fortee?”
Heh, I bet Nimbul wasn't prepared for *that* reply!
Yep, you can prepare for a smartass, but what do you do for the other kind of donkey? (dumb that is)
The assassin’s eyelid twitched slightly. “I mean to say that I am YOUR final destiny, arriving to cease your stay on this mortal coil. And thy passage shall be to whatever is the next world that the gods have ordained for you!”“Wha…?” Talek’s mouth remained slightly open. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Or that one.
He's NOT having his day.
The bard looked frustrated. “Quiet fool, for the curtain is about to fall.”Talek looked back at the window of the shop. Confusion remained on his face. “There aren’t any curtains on this.”
Tough audience.
He should have brough hand puppets.
“SOD THIS!” The assassin took his lute ready again. “I am an assassin, and I am going to KILL you. Can you understand THAT?”
Shout it out to the whole world, by all means.
Talek is GOOD at pissing people off, especially when he's not trying.
Viconia gave an incredulous look. “’The feeling’? You jumped into the swords on the basis of a ‘feeling’?”Talek stared at her and laughed weakly. “Euh… yeah?”
Viconia brought her hand to her forehead. “I am suddenly starting to see why the halfling decided to accept my healing services after all.”
Poor Vic.
Soon she'll start to miss the Flami... Amnish Soldier.
“To hell with that.” Talek exclaimed. “We’ll pick up stuff on the way. I want to get my hands on the golden eyed scum as soon as possible!”Montaron shook his head. “If yer dad was as strong as ye said and got killed, we’ll be luck if we make it to him to get cut to ribbons like we are now. Be patient for once in yer life boy!”
Makes a lot of sense, that.
Montaron tends to. Between him and Xzar, SOMEONE has to.
Talek smiled as he rested his sword on his shoulder as usual. “Oh yeah. You didn’t hear.” As the others walked on, Talek suddenly stopped, sliced the air with his sword and pointed his sword at them.“I’m death come for you, bastard! Surrender and I’ll kill you!” He grinned proudly.
Rini: *wince* Bro...word of advice for you. That line *really* doesn't work. Trust me on this.
Talek: Of COURSE it does. I just need to find the right moment!
Montaron: It's the only thing ye do that DOESN'T make ye look threatening, and with the loooks ye give people that's quite an accomplishment.
Talek: So... that's good?
Xzar held his hand out in a fist, with the thumb sideways. “With you saying it, it sounds less stupid.” The thumb was lowered and he made a dirty face. “But it still stinks!” The three turned around and walked on, Talek still standing in his pose.“Ah come on guys!” Talek broke his pose and walked after them. “It’s not THAT bad. Ah come on! Don’t be like that. It’s a cool line and you know it. You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it. Guys! Wait up!”
Just to drive the poin home that Talek IS, in fact, a complete idiot.
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