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#1 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 24 March 2006 - 08:01 AM

Chapter 8: Foul Play



Even though he knew the odor was no different than that of a normal corpse, the stench of the undead always seemed more potent, Ajantis mused as the four of them gathered around the ghast they had just destroyed. He could see Imoen wrinkle her nose at the smell. It was the third undead creature they had destroyed in the past half hour, and there was an odd stillness about the rock-strewn landscape around them; a heavy, oppressing stillness which the blood red light from the setting sun did nothing to diminish.

After turning Silke Rosena over to the guards, they had inquired about the mad cleric Bassilus. Kelddath Ormlyr himself had told them all that was known in Beregost. Bassilus, allegedly once a Zhentish priest of Cyric, had roamed the area around the town for over a fortnight, killing any innocents that happened along his path. As if that was not horrifying enough, he had raised several of his hapless victims, forcing upon them the curse of undeath. At least half a dozen zombies, ghouls and ghasts had been seen in the area west of town, and over twenty others were missing. The Most Radiant Ormlyr had tasked Ajantis and his companions to dispose of the cleric. A large reward would be theirs if they returned to the Temple with Bassilus's holy symbol, but nothing could be farther from Ajantis's mind as he whispered a blessing over the remains of the ghast, which were rapidly collapsing into a pile of dust.

"This wilderness has a sense of evil about it," Ajantis said out loud. "I believe Bassilus is not far off."

"You're probably right," Ember said. "But nonetheless, shouldn't we rest soon? In an hour only Kivan will be able to see anything."

"I assure you, miss, it will not be much longer..." Ajantis paused and looked towards a sloping escarpment. A man was running down it, scattering rocks and starting minor landslides in his urgency.

"No, stay back, lest this madness be catching!" the man shouted when he saw the group.

"Ah! Surely, he has seen this Bassilus," Ajantis stated. "Calm down," he called out to the man. "What is this madness of which you speak?"

"I have been a rural merchant all my life", the man said, "and am thereby no stranger to poultry of any shade or color... But there be a fiendish hen to the east that, when I picked her up, she spoke to me in a voice most human. Either I am in the chill grips of the deepest fever or that chicken be possessed by a spirit from the very depths of the ninth and final hell!" The man shouted the final words as he ran away from them.

A... chicken?

"This I have to see!" Imoen said.

"Wait!" Ajantis cried, but it was to no avail; Imoen was already running uphill in the direction the man had come from, and Ember followed close behind her. Ajantis exchanged an exasperated look with Kivan as they set off in pursuit of the young ladies.

The sight that greeted them on the other side of the hill was that of a a large wolf was sniffing at a tree, occasionally clawing its bark. A small, white creature sat on one of the lower branches, barely out of reach of the wolf. Even from a distance, Ajantis could hear what sounded like frenetic clucking, interspersed with the word "help!". Imoen immediately drew her bow and aimed at the wolf. It was a splendid shot; her arrow struck the wolf high up on its chest, and it keeled over without as much as a whimper.

"Wow! Did you see that!" Imoen said, jumping up and down.

"That was astounding!" Ajantis exclaimed.

Ember was gleefully hugging her friend, and even Kivan was almost smiling. "Excellent shot, child," the ranger said.

They moved towards the tree and found that the white creature was indeed a chicken, and a talking one at that. "Th...Thank ye *cluck*. You have saved *cluck* me," the chicken said.

"Methinks you are no ordinary talking chicken!" Ajantis exclaimed.

"I certainly hope you are *cluck* jesting with me," the chicken said testily. "Indeed I am "no ordinary talking chicken". I am a man, and I am in need of your *cluck* help."

"My apologies good... um... chicken," Ajantis said, gently helping the chicken out of the tree. "What has caused your current accursed state?"

"I am Melicamp of Beregost, a *cluck* mage adept in the mystical arts. A... misread... incantation seems to be *cluck* the source of my troubling form. 'Tis been over an month since I *cluck* uttered a polymorph spell, and I simply cannot return to my normal *cluck* form!"

"At least you're a very cute chicken," Imoen said, scratching the side of the bird's head.

"But I don't *cluck* like laying eggs! And I want my arms back! Do any of you have the *cluck* ability to dispel magic?"

"Sorry, none of us know magic," Ember said. "Is there another way we might assist you?"

"Blast it all! Well, there is nothing else I *cluck* can do except my most hated option. There is a tower directly to the west of *cluck* Beregost, about which can be found the mage Thalantyr. I am his...apprentice, and I am...certain he will *cluck* aid me."

"You don't seem very certain," Imoen said.

"Oh, 'tis nothing *cluck* ...REALLY! Um, often the relationship between *cluck* apprentice and master is... strained. He will help. I am... certain."

"I know his abode well; we could get there in an hour," Kivan said, looking at his three companions. "Would you walk by starlight, or shall we wait till morning?"

There was little doubt in Ajantis's mind. "We should head there immediately," he stated. Hesitating would do nothing but prolong Melicamp's misery. The rapidly fading light meant it would not be possible to search for Bassilus much longer, and they would all need rest before long, no matter what. He could only hope the priest of Cyric would find no new victims this night.

"Do you think Thalantyr will have any spare beds?" Imoen asked the bird as she stroked its back.

"Um... *cluck* I don't... know..."

"It doesn't matter," Ember said. "It'll probably be safer there than here, no matter what. Let's go."

"You may travel in my pack until we reach your master's abode," Ajantis offered. Melicamp gratefully accepted, and allowed Ajantis to lift him into the pack. He clucked a few times, rustled his wings and then nestled on top of Ajantis's armor polishing rags.

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Imoen yawned loudly. "I'm getting sleepy," she said. They had walked quite some distance across the rocky scrublands. The sky was almost pitch black, and a light drizzle fell from it. Ember and Imoen kept losing their footing on the wet rocks.

Kivan was searching for a path up a muddy slope when he stopped dead in his tracks. "Do you hear that?" he whispered.

"Hear what?" Ember asked.

"Over here," Kivan said, leading them off to the side. With the elf's guidance, they walked slowly and quietly through a cluster of tall, spindly trees. Within a couple minutes, Ajantis could hear groans and moans and the chatting of a single exuberant voice, and soon after he could see the flickering light of a fire.

"Oh, don't hesitate on my account! Some of the others may not have heard them," the voice said. It was answered by a protracted hiss.

"Hold your peace then," the voice continued, "though I remember a time back at Zhentil Keep when you would sooner die than be quiet. You...would sooner...um... I'll wait 'til you feel like telling them yourself, I don't remember the old days so well."

Zhentil Keep... could it be? Ajantis stepped forward out of the trees, ignoring Melicamp's nervous clucking. In the light from the fire, he could clearly see that the speaker was a human man. The man was surrounded by at at least a score of ghouls and zombies, all in varying stages of decomposition.

Bassilus. Praise Helm, it must be he! There was a loud snapping sound, and a handful of rather crass oaths went through Ajantis's mind; he had stepped on a dry branch.

The man abruptly ceased reminiscing and peered towards where Ajantis was standing in half shadow. "Who dares interrupt while I speak with my family," the man cried out. "I'll have your heads if you're here to harm the...no! It can't be! Is that you, Father? It cannot be otherwise, you haven't changed a bit in all these years!"

Ajantis's mouth dropped open in surprise. "He is truly mad," he whispered.

"Play along with him!" Imoen hissed behind him.

Ajantis cleared his throat. "Uhh...yes, son, it certainly has been a long time. How are you doing...my boy?" he stammered.

"About as well as can be expected I guess. It has been difficult but I've got most of the family back together. Some did not seem to recognize me at first, but I helped them recall."

"No matter. I've not seen you since... um... Zhentil Keep. Thank the gods we all got out safely."

"Yes, though it was frightening for a time because I thought I was the only one of us that survived. I thought I was the only one who... the only one."

Bassilus paused. "You lie. YOU LIE! You cannot be my father because he died when I left the... when I..."

"When you ran from your home leaving them to die? You are a coward and a murderer, and today you face judgment!" Ajantis shouted.

"No! They lived, all of them! I saved them and they live! I... I ran." Bassilus fell silent, and looked at the undead around him. "Dead... all dead." The undead collapsed into small piles of bone and dust. For a single moment, the cleric almost looked sane.

"It isn't true!" Bassilus shouted. "It cannot be... You lie! You will die for slighting my memory!" He charged at Ajantis, armed with a gleaming hammer and a shield.

"Helm, guide my hand!" Ajantis shouted, drawing his sword. Ember charged up beside him, and narrowly missed being hit by Bassilus's first swing. Instead, it hit Ajantis. Blue sparks flew from the hammer and danced across his plate armor and through his body. On fire, frozen and struck by a giant fist all at once, Ajantis cried out in pain and fell to his knees. As through a haze, he saw Ember block the second blow with her sword. An arrow from either Kivan or Imoen lodged itself in the cleric's arm, forcing Bassilus to drop his shield. Ember was attacking his exposed side and managed to further wound his arm, but he seemed to not notice the cuts and fought on unabated, striking wildly with his hammer.

Ajantis slowly stood up. Gritting his teeth, he raised his sword and struck at the mad cleric, putting all his weight behind the blow. He hit Bassilus with enough force to make the cleric stumble, giving Ember the chance to slash forcefully at his neck. Her blow landed; there was a wet gargle, and Bassilus slumped to the ground.

Ember drew a deep breath beside him and released it slowly, as if shaking off the battle, he thought. "Are you okay, Ajantis?" she asked.

"Yes, miss. It was just a little shock," he said, not bothering to mention that his fingers still felt slightly numb. A glint of something metallic near Bassilus's throat caught his eye. He reached down and gingerly picked up the item; a square badge depicting a skull on a purple background. It had hung on a delicate chain around the cleric's neck.

"This is the holy symbol of Cyric. Proof indeed that this was Bassilus," Ajantis said, displaying the symbol to his comrades. "Beregost may rest easy tonight."

"But what about Melicamp!" Imoen exclaimed. "Is he all right?"

With a start, Ajantis realized he had forgotten all about the chicken in the heat of combat. Hurriedly, he pulled off his pack and opened it. The chicken was unconscious, but did not appear to be harmed, and was easily revived with a small splash of water.

"*Cluck* *cluck* what? Oh, you won? I'm not dinner? Good..." The chicken glared at Ajantis. "How could you charge like that with me on your back? I might as well have let the wolf eat me!"

"Have no fear, good chicken. I shall remember to deposit my pack on the ground next time."

"Next time? I don't want a *cluck* next time! I don't care what Master Thalantyr will say anymore, it cannot possibly be worse than *cluck* this! I want to go home!"

"It's okay, we'll be there soon, and you'll be yourself before you go to bed tonight," Imoen told Melicamp. "I'll carry you from now on, okay?"

Kivan picked up Bassilus's hammer while the chicken was relocated from Ajantis's pack to Imoen's, and they headed onwards to Thalantyr's tower.

#2 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 24 March 2006 - 08:50 AM

Chapter 8: Foul Play


Don’t you mean ‘Fowl Play’? :D

Even though he knew the odor was no different than that of a normal corpse, the stench of the undead always seemed more potent, Ajantis mused as the four of them gathered around the ghast they had just destroyed. He could see Imoen wrinkle her nose at the smell. It was the third undead creature they had destroyed in the past half hour, and there was an odd stillness about the rock-strewn landscape around them; a heavy, oppressing stillness which the blood red light from the setting sun did nothing to diminish.


It was a bit weird to have all those undead running around the countryside – I mean, usually they stick to ruins and dungeons and suchlike. :wink:

After turning Silke Rosena over to the guards, they had inquired about the mad cleric Bassilus. Kelddath Ormlyr himself had told them all that was known in Beregost. Bassilus, allegedly once a Zhentish priest of Cyric, had roamed the area around the town for over a fortnight, killing any innocents that happened along his path. As if that was not horrifying enough, he had raised several of his hapless victims, forcing upon them the curse of undeath. At least half a dozen zombies, ghouls and ghasts had been seen in the area west of town, and over twenty others were missing.


Following my point from above, I think it’s a very good explanation to make Basillus responsible for all the undead strolling about. It just makes sense.

The sight that greeted them on the other side of the hill was that of a a large wolf was sniffing at a tree, occasionally clawing its bark. A small, white creature sat on one of the lower branches, barely out of reach of the wolf. Even from a distance, Ajantis could hear what sounded like frenetic clucking, interspersed with the word "help!". Imoen immediately drew her bow and aimed at the wolf. It was a splendid shot; her arrow struck the wolf high up on its chest, and it keeled over without as much as a whimper.


Awww, the poor wolf. :) He probably would have just run off from the sight of four heavily armed humans.

"Methinks you are no ordinary talking chicken!" Ajantis exclaimed.


Have you seen many ordinary talking chickens then? :wink:

"Blast it all! Well, there is nothing else I *cluck* can do except my most hated option. There is a tower directly to the west of *cluck* Beregost, about which can be found the mage Thalantyr. I am his...apprentice, and I am...certain he will *cluck* aid me."


I half expected him to say that Thalantyr is his apprentice. :)

"Over here," Kivan said, leading them off to the side. With the elf's guidance, they walked slowly and quietly through a cluster of tall, spindly trees. Within a couple minutes, Ajantis could hear groans and moans and the chatting of a single exuberant voice, and soon after he could see the flickering light of a fire.


Seems you took the wrong turn after rescuing Mellicamp – I seem to remember that the High Hedge was in the opposite direction! :)

The man abruptly ceased reminiscing and peered towards where Ajantis was standing in half shadow. "Who dares interrupt while I speak with my family," the man cried out. "I'll have your heads if you're here to harm the...no! It can't be! Is that you, Father? It cannot be otherwise, you haven't changed a bit in all these years!"


Was his father a paladin? Hmm!

"When you ran from your home leaving them to die? You are a coward and a murderer, and today you face judgment!" Ajantis shouted.


Wow, I never thought Ajantis had this performance in him!

"This is the holy symbol of Cyric. Proof indeed that this was Bassilus," Ajantis said, displaying the symbol to his comrades. "Beregost may rest easy tonight."


Except that they don’t know of your deed yet. ;)

Kivan picked up Bassilus's hammer while the chicken was relocated from Ajantis's pack to Imoen's, and they headed onward into the night.


*sigh* Talking chickens. Mad clerics. Lovely start to your adventuring career, really.

#3 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 24 March 2006 - 03:30 PM

Chapter 8: Foul Play


Don’t you mean ‘Fowl Play’? :D


No. Total and utter coincidence :P

Even though he knew the odor was no different than that of a normal corpse, the stench of the undead always seemed more potent, Ajantis mused as the four of them gathered around the ghast they had just destroyed. He could see Imoen wrinkle her nose at the smell. It was the third undead creature they had destroyed in the past half hour, and there was an odd stillness about the rock-strewn landscape around them; a heavy, oppressing stillness which the blood red light from the setting sun did nothing to diminish.


It was a bit weird to have all those undead running around the countryside – I mean, usually they stick to ruins and dungeons and suchlike. :wink:


Exactly!

After turning Silke Rosena over to the guards, they had inquired about the mad cleric Bassilus. Kelddath Ormlyr himself had told them all that was known in Beregost. Bassilus, allegedly once a Zhentish priest of Cyric, had roamed the area around the town for over a fortnight, killing any innocents that happened along his path. As if that was not horrifying enough, he had raised several of his hapless victims, forcing upon them the curse of undeath. At least half a dozen zombies, ghouls and ghasts had been seen in the area west of town, and over twenty others were missing.


Following my point from above, I think it’s a very good explanation to make Basillus responsible for all the undead strolling about. It just makes sense.


Thanks :)

It doesn't explain the undead around High Hedge, though. At least not with the commonly used geography :)

Imoen immediately drew her bow and aimed at the wolf. It was a splendid shot; her arrow struck the wolf high up on its chest, and it keeled over without as much as a whimper.


Awww, the poor wolf. :D He probably would have just run off from the sight of four heavily armed humans.


For a while, I considered letting him live.

Then I decided that nope, the girls haven't gotten to the stage where they'd realize most wolves are just out to get dinner and aren't necessarily evil :)

"Methinks you are no ordinary talking chicken!" Ajantis exclaimed.


Have you seen many ordinary talking chickens then? :wink:


He's a squire of the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart. What do you think?

"Blast it all! Well, there is nothing else I *cluck* can do except my most hated option. There is a tower directly to the west of *cluck* Beregost, about which can be found the mage Thalantyr. I am his...apprentice, and I am...certain he will *cluck* aid me."


I half expected him to say that Thalantyr is his apprentice. :)


:D

"Over here," Kivan said, leading them off to the side. With the elf's guidance, they walked slowly and quietly through a cluster of tall, spindly trees. Within a couple minutes, Ajantis could hear groans and moans and the chatting of a single exuberant voice, and soon after he could see the flickering light of a fire.


Seems you took the wrong turn after rescuing Mellicamp – I seem to remember that the High Hedge was in the opposite direction! :D


Oh, as if this is the first time I've taken liberties with in-game geography ;)

The man abruptly ceased reminiscing and peered towards where Ajantis was standing in half shadow. "Who dares interrupt while I speak with my family," the man cried out. "I'll have your heads if you're here to harm the...no! It can't be! Is that you, Father? It cannot be otherwise, you haven't changed a bit in all these years!"


Was his father a paladin? Hmm!


Bassilus might have become a priest of Cyric as part of a teenage rebellious phase or something ;)

"When you ran from your home leaving them to die? You are a coward and a murderer, and today you face judgment!" Ajantis shouted.


Wow, I never thought Ajantis had this performance in him!


He will strike down with righteous fury or anger or whatever it was Sam Jackson said in Pulp Fiction, you know.

"This is the holy symbol of Cyric. Proof indeed that this was Bassilus," Ajantis said, displaying the symbol to his comrades. "Beregost may rest easy tonight."


Except that they don’t know of your deed yet. :D


Not knowing they won't wake up dead doesn't mean they won't appreciate not waking up dead, you know. Even if they're still nervous about it :)

Kivan picked up Bassilus's hammer while the chicken was relocated from Ajantis's pack to Imoen's, and they headed onward into the night.


*sigh* Talking chickens. Mad clerics. Lovely start to your adventuring career, really.


Oh yes. The hills are alive with the sound of madmen.

#4 Guest_Finduilas_*

Posted 26 March 2006 - 05:29 PM

"This I have to see!" Imoen said.


Uhh, what about "mad cleric and roving undead in the area" did she not understand?

"Wow! Did you see that!" Imoen said, jumping up and down.

"That was astounding!" Ajantis exclaimed.

Ember was gleefully hugging her friend, and even Kivan was almost smiling. "Excellent shot, child," the ranger said.


Very good, Imoen. Though it was *still* foolish to run off--or so says the Mom in me.

They moved towards the tree and found that the white creature was indeed a chicken, and a talking one at that. "Th...Thank ye *cluck*. You have saved *cluck* me," the chicken said.

"Methinks you are no ordinary talking chicken!" Ajantis exclaimed.



lol. I love your Adjantis.

"Sorry, none of us know magic," Ember said. "Is there another way we might assist you?"


You know, I had completely forgotten that your party is mage-less and cleric-less at this point. Is that going to change anytime soon?

"Do you think Thalantyr will have any spare beds?" Imoen asked the bird as she stroked its back.

"Um... *cluck* I don't... know..."


He's right to be doubtful. I remember how much I hated those flesh golems the first time I played through.

"It doesn't matter," Ember said. "It'll probably be safer there than here, no matter what. Let's go."


Heh.

Bassilus. Praise Helm, it must be he! There was a loud snapping sound, and a handful of rather crass oaths went through Ajantis's mind; he had stepped on a dry branch.


I would *love* to hear what Adjantis thinks of as a 'crass oath.'

"When you ran from your home leaving them to die? You are a coward and a murderer, and today you face judgment!" Ajantis shouted.


See, I love this because even when their lives might depend on his playing a part, he just can't help getting all paladin-y in the end.

"No! They lived, all of them! I saved them and they live! I... I ran." Bassilus fell silent, and looked at the undead around him. "Dead... all dead." The undead collapsed into small piles of bone and dust. For a single moment, the cleric almost looked sane.


This was another encounter that I found to be beastly difficult the first time through--of course, that was before I found out you could talk him into eliminating all his undead

"*Cluck* *cluck* what? Oh, you won? I'm not dinner? Good..." The chicken glared at Ajantis. "How could you charge like that with me on your back? I might as well have let the wolf eat me!"

"Have no fear, good chicken. I shall remember to deposit my pack on the ground next time."

"Next time? I don't want a *cluck* next time! I don't care what Master Thalantyr will say anymore, it cannot possibly be worse than *cluck* this! I want to go home!"

"It's okay, we'll be there soon," Imoen told Melicamp. "I'll carry you from now on, okay?"


Methinks Melicamp is getting a little demanding for someone who could easily end up in their stewpot. :wink:

Kivan picked up Bassilus's hammer while the chicken was relocated from Ajantis's pack to Imoen's, and they headed onward into the night.



So, who gets the hammer? IIRC, it is one of the best weapons you run into in the early game. I usually gave it to Branwen or Yeslick unless my PC was a cleric.

BTW, isn't Drizz't hanging around in this general vicinity? Are we going to see him soon?

#5 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 26 March 2006 - 08:27 PM

[quote][quote]"This I have to see!" Imoen said.[/quote]

Uhh, what about "mad cleric and roving undead in the area" did she not understand?
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Yes, yes, but this is a *talking chicken*!!

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[quote]"Wow! Did you see that!" Imoen said, jumping up and down.

"That was astounding!" Ajantis exclaimed.

Ember was gleefully hugging her friend, and even Kivan was almost smiling. "Excellent shot, child," the ranger said.[/quote]

Very good, Imoen. Though it was *still* foolish to run off--or so says the Mom in me.
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Oh yes. She's lucky she's has friends that'll follow her around and keep her out of too much trouble.

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[quote]"Methinks you are no ordinary talking chicken!" Ajantis exclaimed.[/quote]

lol. I love your Adjantis.
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There were just so many in-game lines in this region that worked perfectly for him, you know?

[quote]"Sorry, none of us know magic," Ember said. "Is there another way we might assist you?"[/quote]

You know, I had completely forgotten that your party is mage-less and cleric-less at this point. Is that going to change anytime soon?
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Perhaps.

I am actually playing a game that parallels this story, so I know it's viable to go this long without a mage or a cleric (okay, so they're all quite a bit more heavy-handed with bows and such than they are in the story). I stopped playing it in January just before they eradicate the bandit camp, and will continue it once I manage to write that far :)

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[quote]"Do you think Thalantyr will have any spare beds?" Imoen asked the bird as she stroked its back.

"Um... *cluck* I don't... know..." [/quote]

He's right to be doubtful. I remember how much I hated those flesh golems the first time I played through.
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They're very mean, especially if you don't get one character in to talk with Thalantyr before another has a bit of interesting pathing and walks into the golems.


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[quote]Bassilus. Praise Helm, it must be he! There was a loud snapping sound, and a handful of rather crass oaths went through Ajantis's mind; he had stepped on a dry branch.[/quote]

I would *love* to hear what Adjantis thinks of as a 'crass oath.'
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Probably "Helm's beard!" or something like that, like the ones Anomen spouts off in BGII ;)

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[quote]"When you ran from your home leaving them to die? You are a coward and a murderer, and today you face judgment!" Ajantis shouted.[/quote]

See, I love this because even when their lives might depend on his playing a part, he just can't help getting all paladin-y in the end.
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You see what I mean about Ajantis being perfect for the in-game lines here?

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[quote]"No! They lived, all of them! I saved them and they live! I... I ran." Bassilus fell silent, and looked at the undead around him. "Dead... all dead." The undead collapsed into small piles of bone and dust. For a single moment, the cleric almost looked sane. [/quote]

This was another encounter that I found to be beastly difficult the first time through--of course, that was before I found out you could talk him into eliminating all his undead
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Oh yes. Bloody skeletons with crossbows. It was a very good thing that a lot of my first characters were clerics.

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"Next time? I don't want a *cluck* next time! I don't care what Master Thalantyr will say anymore, it cannot possibly be worse than *cluck* this! I want to go home!"

"It's okay, we'll be there soon," Imoen told Melicamp. "I'll carry you from now on, okay?" [/quote]

Methinks Melicamp is getting a little demanding for someone who could easily end up in their stewpot. :)
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It was fun making him the whiniest chicken ever ;)

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[quote]Kivan picked up Bassilus's hammer while the chicken was relocated from Ajantis's pack to Imoen's, and they headed onward into the night.[/quote]

So, who gets the hammer? IIRC, it is one of the best weapons you run into in the early game. I usually gave it to Branwen or Yeslick unless my PC was a cleric.
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Actually, Kivan is going to hang on to it for now, whether or not he'll use it much.

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BTW, isn't Drizz't hanging around in this general vicinity? Are we going to see him soon?[/quote]

Yes he is, and yes you will.




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