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Introduction..................................................................................................................

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A Journey Begins..........................................................................................................1
Friendly Arm Inn..........................................................................................................9
Nashkel.......................................................................................................................16
Nashkel Mine..............................................................................................................25
Gnoll Stronghold........................................................................................................33
Cloud Peak Mountains................................................................................................41
West of Beregost.........................................................................................................44
Beregost......................................................................................................................58
Bandit Camp...............................................................................................................63
East of Beregost..........................................................................................................69
Ulcaster and Firewine.................................................................................................75
Ankhegs......................................................................................................................82
Cloakwood..................................................................................................................92
Cloakwood Mine......................................................................................................101
Baldurs Gate............................................................................................................110
Shandalar..................................................................................................................143
Baldurans Fate.........................................................................................................148
Durlags Tower.........................................................................................................164
AecLetec..................................................................................................................180
Investigations............................................................................................................182
Return to Candlekeep...............................................................................................192
Accused.....................................................................................................................205
Sarevok.....................................................................................................................218
Postscript...................................................................................................................228
Portions taken from Baldurs Gate copyright 1998 by BioWare Corp. All rights reserved.
Portions taken from Tales of the Sword Coast copyright 1999 by BioWare Corp. All rights reserved.
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Introduction
With the end of both the Baldurs gate saga and the Infinity Engine powered second
edition D&D games near at hand, I thought it was time to look back at the original
Baldurs Gate game and its expansion, Tales of the Sword Coast.
I have focused on the dialog and story from the game; the entire quoted dialog is
taken almost unchanged directly from the source, as well as some of the other material.
Naturally, I had to invent a character to fill the role of the party leader. I chose to use
Rolanna, a character I have also used in a similar work following the good path in
Shadows of Amn.
All twenty-five characters that can join your party get at least some mention in the
following. The care taken in Shadows of Amn to develop the personalities of these
characters is exemplified by the fact that the dialog for one character from the latter game
is probably greater than that for all twenty-five in the original. Due to this fact I have
taken the liberty of interjecting a bit more of myself than in the earlier work, by making
this a first person narrative that sometimes relates the reactions of the taleteller.
I am assuming you have already played the original itself, but you might want to
read this to experience the story again, or to contrast how it differs from its sequel.
Thanks to the lead designer at BioWare, James Ohlen, the lead writer, Lukas
Kristjanson, and the producer on Baldurs Gate (and one of BioWares founding partners)
Ray Muzyka, and to everyone else who contributed to the story and dialog. I also found
the Infinity Explorer by Dmitry Jemerov of some help, available from:
http://infexp.sourceforge.net
I ask that this document be distributed without cost, and unchanged.

Rhys Hess (rhyshess@hotmail.com)


June, 2001

March, 2002: Made minor corrections throughout the story. I was also mistaken
regarding the tenacity of the Infinity engine used in Baldurs Gate.

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A Journey Begins
Candlekeep is located midway along the Sword Coast, a fortress of knowledge. The
Sea of Swords laps at the base of the cliffs. At the top, from the walls of Candlekeep, it is
sometimes possible to see merchant vessels carrying goods between the cities of Athkatla
or points further south to Baldurs Gate or Waterdeep.
Candlekeep is said to be the greatest storehouse of written knowledge in all of
Faerun. The monks who tend it follow a strict code of conduct to remain neutral in the
miasma of politics that swirls about the region. Even at an early age, I realized I was an
anomalous presence at the keep.
The only permanent residents are the monks, and their servitors. Even their families
are denied entrance to the grounds. Since there are no villages nearby, this usually means
weeks of separation before they can see their loved ones. Of course, there are always
temporary visitors, come to consult the archives. Officially, a visitor must bring a new
addition of knowledge for the monks, and all are welcomed, in accordance with the
monks position of neutrality. This is one area where practicality bends the rules, as some
visitors merely pay a hefty fee to enter, which helps defray the cost of maintaining the
fortress, paying the guards and other workers, and seeking out new knowledge.
Gorion, my foster-father, was a perennial guest, since we had lived at Candlekeep for
almost my entire life. Whatever his arrangement with the monks, I was there on
sufferance. Although Gorion occasionally made short visits outside the walls, he had
made it clear to me that if I ever left, for any reason, it was doubtful I would be
readmitted.
I know little of how I came to be a ward of Gorion, but over the years, I pieced
together a little about my mother from his careless words or vague allusions. She was a
human from Silverymoon and a friend of his for many seasons. As I had no memory of
her, nor any keepsakes to remind me of her existence, I came to believe that she died
while giving birth to me. This closeness perhaps explained why Gorion chose to raise me
as his own daughter, but not why he had shut himself away in Candlekeep. My
assumption was that he had decided the world had caused him too much pain, and he no
longer wished to deal with it. Of my father, I knew nothing.
It was a bright, sunny morning in Candlekeep. I should have been taking lessons
from one of my tutors, but I was troubled by what Gorion had said last night. He said he
had an important decision to make, one involving me, and had promised to let me know
today what he was going to do. Rather than be stuck in the dimly lit halls inside the main
keep, I wanted to be out in the air and sunshine.
I ran into a visitor just outside the small inn maintained for such as he. It was
Firebeard Elvenhair, who I recognized from previous visits. He gave me a somewhat
puzzled look before speaking.
Ah yes, Im back within the hallowed halls of Candlekeep. With this iron crisis
upon us, the trip from Beregost was more hazardous than I care to relate. Youre
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old man jealous of youth to say so. He shook his head in mock sorrow, entering the
inn.
I swung my quarterstaff up to rest on my shoulder, then set out to walk the outer
ward. A roughly circular curtain wall surrounds Candlekeep, minor buildings like the inn
lining its inner side. Another circular wall lies inside the curtain wall. The area between
the two walls constitutes the outer ward. There is enough open ground in the outer ward
that it would be possible to drive two oxen-yoked wagons side by side completely around
the fortress. The main keep of the fortress stands by itself inside the inner wall; this is
where the knowledge of Candlekeep is stored, and the monks mainly perform their
duties. The open area about the main keep forms the inner ward, although here most of
the grounds are given over to gardens and stone pathways.
Despite my intention to enjoy the fine day, I greeted those I saw as I walked, always
ready to assist anyone who needed help. I have been accused of taking life too seriously,
but it seems to me that a better world for all can be built one responsible action at a time.
My opinion on this was not unknown to the monks, so I wasnt surprised when one
stopped to speak to me.
Dear, absent-minded Phlydia has lost another of her books, The History of
Halruaa, this time. Last time she was at Candlekeep, she lost an entire four-volume set in
the hay we keep for the cows.
I soon came upon Phlydia herself, who greeted me. Oh, hello! Hey, have you seen
my copy of The History of Halruaa anywhere? You know how I cant stand the
constant shuffling of arthritic feet up in the library. So I thought Id get a bit of fresh
air just east of here and. Oh, I hate being so absent-minded! Please, if you find it, I
really do need it back.
I hurried along the outer ward, stopping where Dreppin was tending the monks huge
herd of cows four. When I explained my errand he was able to help me at once, saying,
Phlydia left one of her books in here again. Its in the hay, there, beside the cow. If you
could run it over to her and then come back, Ive got some plans for you. I took the book
back to Phlydia.
Raising you has been hard on him, I know, said Phlydia, referring to Gorion, but
he says its a toil of love, a toil of destiny, even. You must be a very special child, indeed,
to draw such praise from a man of his silent nature. Here, take this little gem of mine.
Maybe Winthrop will give you a little something for it. I was surprised by her comment.
You have to know Phlydia to appreciate this. She is usually completely oblivious to
whats going on around her. One time, she entered a room to get a book, picked it from a
shelf, and left, not noticing Reader Nilraut and one of his scribes, having escalated an
argument past shouting, were engaged in fisticuffs. I wondered what had changed that
even she was aware of it.
Nice day, aint it? commented Dreppin when I returned. Too bad Nessa, here,
aint enjoyin it, though, her bein sick n all. I need to get her one of them potions of
antidote off Hull. He stayed up drinkin last night and got hauled outa bed to man the
gates early this morning so I bet hes got a few of them lyin around somewheres.
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Thankfully quiet here today, as usual. I hear there are problems outside, though;
something about an iron shortage. Winthrop has kept his prices as low as he could, but I
expect that to change soon. Its been weeks since a trading caravan has made it here.
There had been rumors floating around of an iron shortage and bandits attacking
traders for some time. This was a serious matter for Candlekeep, which produced almost
none of its own food. Water was not a problem, since there was a cistern beneath the
main keep, but soon everyone would be reduced to eating dried rations from storage.
I remembered a comment another Watcher had made to me a few days earlier. I was
in one of the great spires of the keep last night, and saw the strangest sight. The horizon
was aglow for a time, as though many a man carried torches in the distance. Usually there
are only merchants on that path, though never at night. Bandits perhaps, but so many?
I wondered if it had been bandits. If so, someone needed to do something. Although
secluded here, I was aware there were many isolated settlements without the resources of
Candlekeep that would be severely hurt by any long outage of trade.
Iron was said to be going bad, perfectly sound implements just falling apart,
although I hadnt actually seen any evidence of that here. The closest source of iron, the
mine at Nashkel in Amn, was variously said to be deliberately producing bad iron, or
producing it as a side effect of the monsters said to be killing the miners. Not that hardly
anyone in Candlekeep had known there was a mine there until these rumors started
flying.
Jondalar, a man-at-arms, stopped me. Hey there Rolanna! I see youre up early this
day. Well your father, Gorion, has asked me a strange favor. Seems like he wants you to
learn some fighting and asked me to be the teacher. So I hope you brought your staff with
you. During our fight Im going to spring a little surprise on you.
Gorion was an expert in the intangible magical energies involved in spell casting, but
I preferred something I could actually grasp and hold in my hand. I had practiced a little
with the fighters here, a few times using an actual sword. My foster fathers asking
Jondalar to give me a little training was another indication his decision would have
serious consequences.
I sparred with Jondalar for about an hour, using my quarterstaff against his sword.
His surprise was when he had another man-at-arms launch a few arrows at me from
behind. Although startling, it didnt prevent me from continuing to parry his attacks.
Honestly, I immediately realized they wouldnt deliberately injure me, and the arrows
would be aimed to miss me by a good margin. Jondalar praised me when we were done,
You did good kid, especially after Erik started firing those arrows at ya. Im sure your
father would be proud.
I found Hull, as expected, doing guard duty at the main gate. Hey kid, I woke late
this morning and left my sword in the barracks before going on duty. If you want to get it
for me, its in the chest at the foot of my bed on the right side of the barracks. Quick now,
before the Gatewarden catches me without it. Youll also find an antidote there. I think
Dreppin needs one for old Nessie.
I hurried to the barracks. Sure enough, I found Hulls sword were he had left it, along
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didnt bring you up half bad, did he. Youre lucky to have grown up here in
Candlekeep, to be honest. Sometimes I think that the world outside these gates has gone
mad, what with all this fighting over iron shortages and all. Amn and Baldurs Gate will
be at war before the seasons out, mark my words. Anyhow, Im on duty. Heres 20 gp
for saving my skin from the Chief.
Heh, yer a wonder, you are, said Dreppin when I gave him the antidote. Stick
with me and well go far. Well, okay, stick with me and wed probly never leave the
walls of Candlekeep, would we. Hmm, good thing you aint wearin none of that metal
armor, though, as I hear that the bandits out there would just as soon kill you as look at
you to get it off your back. I just hope this whole iron crisis business is wrapped up
soon.
I went back to the main gate, having decided to cut across the Inner Ward and see if
there was anything happening there. As I entered the Inner Ward, I passed the
Gatewarden headed towards the main gate. I had gotten Hull his sword just in time.
I could hear several voices chanting ahead. A few turns of the path, and I came upon
the chanters themselves. The sage Alaundo had lived here for many years; the chanters
sung his prophecies, that they never be forgotten. Unusually, the Chanter (a title, the
person chiefly responsible for seeing his predictions are remembered) was gathered with
the voices of all four quadrants. Since the sayings had to be repeated day and night, they
usually spelled one another. I paused to listen for a moment.
In the year of the turrets, a great host will come from the east like a plague of
locusts. So sayeth the wise Alaundo.
When shadows descend upon the lands, our divine lords will walk alongside us as
equals. So sayeth the great Alaundo.
The Wyrm shall wander the earth and such a pestilence will follow in his wake that
all who know of his passing shall be struck down by the plague. So sayeth the wise
Alaundo.
When conflict sweeps across the Dales the great lizards of the north shall descend
with fire and fury. So sayeth the great Alaundo.
The Lord of Murder shall perish, but in his doom he shall spawn a score of mortal
progeny. Chaos will be sewn from their passage. So sayeth the wise Alaundo.
I know that some of his predictions are said to already have happened, like the Time
of Troubles, when even gods died like ordinary mortals. Still, his prophecies seemed so
vague to me that you could only recognize them after they had occurred. Surely, if the
gods had gifted a man with foresight, they should have provided enough information that
one could avoid or at least minimize coming trouble.
I continued walking, only to run into Imoen around another turn of the path. When I
implied earlier that Gorion and I were the only permanent guests, I should have included
her. Gorion and the other monks who were my tutors tried, but it was lonely growing up
as the only child at Candlekeep. Oh, an occasional visitor was allowed to bring their
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return from one of his trips with a new friend for me, another orphan named Imoen who
he had agreed to raise, about ten years after we had originally arrived at Candlekeep.
Imoen, a slight girl, virtually disappeared when next to my height and breadth. Her
personality was opposite mine as well, cheerful and non-serious. Despite these
differences, we were very close, so close I referred to her as my little sister, even
though we were about the same age. Imoen was very quick with her hands, and delighted
in removing guarded items, the more protected the better, without really seeming to
understand why anyone should be upset if they caught her nicking their possessions. I
had channeled this enthusiasm, convincing her she should borrow someones cherished
treasure, sharing her find with me, then returning it without the owner being any the
wiser. She was often in the company of old Winthrop, the innkeep, and didnt care much
for the studies imposed by Gorion and our other tutors. Except for the tales they would
sometimes tell, of great villains and even greater heroes. I sometimes got caught up in
these myself, imagining myself as one of the participants in such a saga, righting wrongs
and saving the realms.
Imoen waved when she saw me, running up to me. Im surprised that stuffy ol
Gorion let you away from your studies and chores. That ol fiddle faddle. I snuck off too.
Old Puffguts Winthrop was looking for me, but Ive got all day to do his chores. You
have time for a story today? No, I can tell you dont. What have ya been up to?
Im afraid I cannot chat today, little one, I replied. My foster father wishes me to
prepare for a journey, but will not say to where.
Little one? Im not much younger than you, though you sure got tall fast.
Relatively, anyway. A journey, eh? Imoen pouted, a truly tremendous pout that made
her seem ten years younger. I never get to travel. Wish I could go with ya. Yep, I really
wish I could. Yessir. Really do.
All right, all right. I shook my head, chuckling. I get the message. Ill ask if you
can go with us.
Oh dont be silly, Gorion would never even let you finish the sentence. Especially
after what that letter of his saiderdid I say that? No, of course I didnt. Never saw no
letter. Nope. Ill just get back to work now. You had better go. Gorion is probably
waiting.
I continued. Before I exited the Inner Ward on the other side, I also exchanged
greetings with Tethtoril, the First Reader, the second in authority at Candlekeep. I really
liked him, and suspected he had been the one to arrange for Gorion and me to stay here.
The ruler of Candlekeep, the Keeper of the Tomes, was Ulraunt, a withdrawn and
haughty man.
I had heard some travelers had been admitted last night. Although they usually
stayed at the inn, sometimes their servants would be put up at the old bunkhouse. I
decided to pay it a visit. I usually got along well with visitors, and was anxious to get any
word of what was happening in the wider world.
Inside the bunkhouse was a man, dressed in the rough, patched homespun of a
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little whelp, arent ya? Yeah, you match the description. You dont look so dangerous to
me.
And what business is that of yours? I answered, wondering how he had heard of
me.
Ill make it my business ifn I please. Just thought Id have me a look at you for
myself, before I puts a blade down your gullet! Someone seems to think youre trouble,
so Im gonna use your head for a ticket out o the gutter! Im just a little street trash hood
they say, but Ill show em!
He pulled a dagger, rushing at me. I suddenly realized he was actually trying to kill
me. I stumbled backwards, falling over a chest in front of one of the bunks. He leaped at
me, and we rolled on the ground a few moments. I got one hand on his knife hand, then a
foot in his abdomen, kicking out, throwing him across the room. I grabbed my
quarterstaff from where it had fallen, then quickly got to my feet. He had managed to
hold on to his knife, and approached me again, somewhat warier, not having expected
such strength from a woman. He swung his knife wildly a few times, and then I swung
the quarterstaff two-handed with all my strength behind it. The end of the staff contacted
the side of his head with a squishy thud. He dropped to the ground. When I examined
him, he was not breathing. Shaking, I left the bunkhouse.
A monk named Karan ran up to me, exclaiming, I heard shouting, Rolanna! Are you
alright?
HesHes dead, I dully stated, still shocked, whoever he was. He lunged at me
with a knife.
Its not this place, childits you theyre after. Oh, Rolanna, I have been your tutor
for so many years and only in this moment have I come to doubt that my teachings have
not been enough. Go to Gorion, child. It is safe for you here no longer.
I started to search for Gorion. I entered the lesser priests quarters. A man, who I did
not know, rubbed his hands at the sight of me. Oh goodie goodie! Ive gone and found
ye first! You are the ward of Gorion, no doubt?
I do not recognize you, I replied coldly. Who are you and what are you doing
here?
Who I am is unimportant, but who YOU are is very much so. I apologize for this
dirty bit of business, but I must seek your death. A pity, I know, but it would seem your
head is worth an exceptional amount to me. I kill you myself and I need not share credit
with anyone.
He drew a knife, attacking. Not so surprised this time, I sharply rapped him on the
wrist with the quarterstaff, causing him to drop the knife. A measured blow to his head
then left him unconscious on the floor. I quickly got a Watcher to take him into custody.
I later found out these two incompetent assassins were named Carbos and Shank. A
noble visitors servants had mysteriously gotten sick while he was passing through
Beregost, so he had hired these two as replacements. Justice at Candlekeep, though
seldom invoked, was both swift and harsh. For attacking a guest with murder in mind the
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I eventually found Gorion just exiting the main keep. He was obviously very
worried, no doubt word of the attacks upon me already having reached him. He spoke to
me.
This is very unnerving, I know, but you must trust me. It is very important that you
pack your possessions so that we may leave Candlekeep immediately. Hurry, for there is
no time to tarry! The keep is well protected, but not invulnerable.
Please father, tell me where we will be going. Naturally, I had always dreamed of
going outside the outer walls, but now that it had come to it I suddenly wanted
reassurance like I was still a child.
Alas, I cannot, for I have not truly decided yet. Gorion pondered a moment. All
that is certain is that we will be far safer on the move. Perhaps the woods might offer
some secluded security, or perhaps the city of Baldurs Gate would offer cover amidst its
teaming throngs of people. I do not know where we shall end up, but I have a few friends
here and there. HmmI will think on this.
What could possibly harm us here? I illogically protested, since danger had already
entered. This place is a fortress, and guarded beyond measure.
Candlekeep is indeed a formidable obstacle for neer-do-wells, but it is not
insurmountable. No matter how thick the mesh, at least one mosquito always finds its
way through. No my child, we must leave as soon as possible, for our safety, and for that
of our friends here.
What should I bring with me on this journey? If you would just give some clue as to
what I will need.
My dear child, you should know yourself well enough to purchase the gear you
need. I have given you what I can spare, so hurry off to the Inn and speak with Winthrop.
Use your skills as a reference and buy what basics you must, though spend wisely. His
prices are fair, but you may not have enough gold to purchase all that you would want.
I first went to my room, gathering together a very small pile of belongings. I made
sure to add a pamphlet I had which should come in handy. It was titled A Guide to
Common Evil Creatures of Faerun, Their Habits, Locations, Fighting Prowess and
Sundry other Tips and Advice for the Adventurer, by Volothamp Geddarm. A visitor
had gifted it to me after running an errand; of all the tomes in Candlekeep, it was the only
one I could call my own.
Clutching the gold coins Gorion had given me, I then hurried off to the inn. I didnt
get along with Winthrop, or Puffguts as Imoen called him. Really, how can you deal
with someone who liked to tell his visitors, My hotels as clean as an elven arse.?
Well hello there, young one! he greeted me. Come to visit your old pal Winthrop,
have ye? Well, dont forget the 5000 gold piece book entrance fee, as per Candlekeep
custom, dont cha know.
I never seemed to know when he was making fun of me, and stiffly replied, I fear I
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I fear ye have spent too much time around those stiff-necked monks and mistaken
my attempt at humor for a serious demand. Perish the thought that I should charge for
your company. Any child of Gorion is more than welcome in my Inn. So, is there
anything I can do for ya. Some drinks, a room to sleep, or anything to buy?
I purchased a stout sword, a bow, leather armor, and other knick-nacks I thought I
might need on the road. I bundled my new possessions in an old cloak, making a neat
package, and returned to Gorion. He had decided it would be safer to leave after darkness
had fallen, so I had to wait the rest of the afternoon in nervous anticipation of what was to
come.
I found Imoen, and we sat and speculated on why Gorion felt he had to leave,
whether someone actually wanted me, personally, dead, and where we would end up. It
was hard for me to accept that I might not see Imoen or any of my tutors ever again.
Finally, we were ready to leave. I felt the unfamiliar weight of a sword pulling at my
hip. The armor I was wearing seemed very confining, and I was convinced it would chafe
several places raw before the night was done. As we left through the main gate, the gate I
had entered so long ago I no longer remembered doing so, he had some final advice for
me.
Listen carefully! If we ever become separated it is imperative that you make your
way to the Friendly Arm Inn. There you will meet Khalid and Jaheira. They have long
been my friends and you can trust them.
Somewhat later, near midnight I would hazard, we were pressing through the woods,
Gorion having deemed it too dangerous to go by the road. He spoke to me.
Lets hurry child! The night can only get worse so we must find shelter soon. Dont
worry, I will explain everything as soon as there is time. He suddenly paused, listening.
He raised a hand. Wait! There is something wrong. We are in an ambush. Prepare
yourself!
A heavily armored figure approached, flanked by two ogres. A slight woman, also
wearing armor, was a few steps behind the lead figure. The armored figure spoke, with a
deep, ringing voice.
Youre perceptive for an old man. You know why Im here. Hand over your ward
and no one will be hurt. If you resist it shall be a waste of your life.
Youre a fool if you believe I would trust your benevolence, replied Gorion. Step
aside and you and your lackeys will be unhurt.
Im sorry that you feel that way old man. The figures voice was inflected not with
sorrow, but with anticipation.
Get out of here, commanded Gorion. He gave me firm push, then turned to face his
foes. At the same time, the woman cast a spell at me, a fiery dart that burned my back.
Not needing any more encouragement, I took off. I ran a short distance, then threw
myself to the ground, looking back the way I had come.
Gorion had dropped the two ogres, but the armored figure had closed on him. As I
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great two-handed sword he carried, and Gorion fell to the ground, unmoving. A lump in
my throat, unshed tears stinging my eyes, I got up again, fleeing, heedless of direction. I
ran as far and as fast as I could, then collapsed, falling into a fitful, exhausted sleep.
I awoke the next day, realizing the events of the previous night could not be
explained as a dream. Naturally I wished I had been brave enough to stand with Gorion,
but even as green as I was I realized that course could have only resulted in my death.
I didnt know much about the armored figure. He had been after me, he had killed
Gorion, and somehow I vowed that he would face justice. There was no place for me any
longer in Candlekeep. I remembered Gorions words. There were friends at the Friendly
Arm Inn, which I knew lay somewhere to the east.

Friendly Arm Inn


Heya! Its me, Imoen! a familiar voice called out. I was standing on the road which
connected Candlekeep with the Coast Way, after having stumbled around in the woods a
while looking for a familiar landmark. Imoen was running down the road, waving at me.
At the same time, I was extremely happy to see her, upset that she had sneaked out of
Candlekeep, and distraught, not knowing how I was going to tell her about Gorion. I
didnt need to worry about that last point, as I found when she reached me.
Sorry I followed ya, but I never get out of Candlekeep and those monks are such a
bore. Never any decent coin in their pockets neither. Her smile disappeared, as she
became uncharacteristically somber. II saw Gorion, and I am SO sorry! Kinda figured
something bad might happen to you out here.
How could you have known? I wondered. Gorion did not even tell me.
Iaccidentallyread a letter on his desk the other day. Cant remember exactly
what it said, but he might still haveit might be on hishis body. Anyway, Im not
gonna let you wander around out here all alone. Never let a friend down, no sir! Stick
with you until you say otherwise, I will!
I embraced her, letting our mutual tears flow over the loss of our foster father. Then
came the hard task of searching the woods, looking for the site of last nights combat. In
a small clearing we found Gorions body, along with the bodies of two ogres. There was
no sign the armored figure who had also been present had returned after the battle. I
searched Gorions body, carefully laying aside a scroll, then with Imoens help I piled
stones over him, having no tools with which to dig a grave. I hoped at some point to find
a better resting-place for him, but in the interim, I piled the ogres armor on top of the
stones as a makeshift grave marker. Finally, I examined the scroll I had found.
Please forgive the abruptness with which I now write, but time is short and there is
much to be done. What we have long feared may soon come to pass, though not in
the manner foretold, and certainly not in the proper time frame. As we both know,
forecasting these events has proved increasingly difficult, leaving little option other
than a leap of faith. We have done what we can for those in thy care, but the time
nears when we must step back and let matters take what course they will. We have,
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Despite my desire to remain neutral in this matter, I could not, in good conscience,
let events proceed without some measure of warning. The other side will move very
soon, and I urge thee to leave Candlekeep this very night, if possible. The darkness
may seem equally threatening, but a moving target is much harder to hit, regardless
of how sparse the cover. A fighting chance is all that can be asked for at this point
Should anything go awry, do not hesitate to seek aid from travelers along the way. I
do not need to remind thee that it is a dangerous land, even without our current
concerns, and a party is stronger than an individual in all respects. Should additional
assistance be required, I understand that Jaheira and Khalid are currently at the
Friendly Arm Inn. They know little of what has passed, but they are ever thy friends
and will no doubt help however they can.
Luck be with us all.
Im getting too old for this.
The letter closed with a single letter as signature, an E.
As we were leaving the woods, an old man hailed us. He was dressed in rough,
homespun garb. I recalled there were said to be several hermits living near Candlekeep;
perhaps this was one.
Well, a busy day for me today indeed. Strange noises throughout the night, and now
a plethora of people strolling about the wood. You do look a touch more hospitable than
the last two I met though. Well met, stranger. I am called Kolssed.
You saw two people in the wood? I asked excitedly. I was told to meet some
friends at the Friendly Arm Inn. Perhaps they and the ones you met are one in the same.
I doubt these are the ones you seek. They do not seem the friendly type, and are far
afield of the Inn. If you wish to meet them, I left them not a moment ago just up the road.
You will have to pass them anyway if you wish to go to the Friendly Arm. There is a
crossroads a ways to the east and the Inn is north of that.
Could you help me? My foster father and I were attacked last eve, and now Im not
sure where to go. I have little to give besides advice and good will.
Make friends where you can, as traveling alone is almost certain death. You will
want to surround yourself with like-minded companions, lest you risk making enemies in
your own party. Aside from this little tidbit of wisdom, Id say youre on your own. Luck
be with you.
To you as well. I convinced Kolssed to take word of what had happened to the
gates of Candlekeep. I knew many inside the fortress would miss Gorion almost as much
as I, but there was no help to be expected from that direction. With Imoen, I set out on the
road eastwards.
We had gone but a short distance when we happened on two fellow travelers, a
halfling and a mage, by his dress.
Hello there kid, greeted the halfling. Rather strange place be to wandering, aint
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Hold Montaron, this young wayfarer is in need, said his companion. The mage
contorted his face into a horrid grin, and shook his finger at me. Someone has set about
thee, stranger, and you have barely escaped with your life.
Aye Xzar, agreed Montaron, looks to have been roughed up quite well.
Xzar nodded gravely. Indeed. I can offer you healing potions, if you wish, as a
token of good will.
I certainly could use assistance. Ignoring the mages strange manner, I agreed, Id
be grateful for any assistance.
Nothing to fear from these simple potions, suggested Xzar, although it wasnt until
that moment that I had any cause to doubt them, and Ill not even hold you in debt,
though your conscience knows otherwise.
Just like all good people, added Montaron, gazing soulfully upwards into my eyes.
Perhaps as payment you would go with us to Nashkel, said Xzar. It is a troubled
area and we mean to investigate some disturbing rumors surrounding the local mine.
Some acquaintances are very concerned about the iron shortage. Specifically, where to
lay blame in the matter. You would be useful, though Ill not hold you to it. We are to
meet the mayor of the town, a man named Berrun Ghastkill, I believe. Really, I had little
idea of where to go next, other than looking up Gorions friends, and Nashkel was as
good a destination as any. It seemed strange to me, though, that Xzar would be more
interested in assigning blame than fixing the problem.
Your conscience be your guide, piously added Montaron. I wondered if he was
somehow subtly mocking me.
I would join with you, but I must meet someone first, I replied. Perhaps you will
go with me?
Weve precious little time, Xzar spoke shortly, but then relented, saying, but its
best to travel accompanied.
Aye, well go wit ye, agreed Montaron. Ye owe us fer our time though.
We walked for a while along the road, when suddenly a man dashed across it in front
of us. At my hail, he reluctantly halted. He said he was a messenger, with important news
that must be delivered to the city of Baldurs Gate. Before hastening off, he added, Sorry
chum, but I cant stop to chat. Theres been another caravan raided northeast of Beregost
and I must report of these dire straits to the Grand Dukes. A messengers work is never
done.
Evidently, the messenger considered the woods a safer method of travel than the
road, despite the inconvenience. I wondered if it was wise to remain on the road, but was
afraid I would get lost if off it. We stayed on the road. The sun had passed its zenith by
the time we reached the intersection with the Coast Way. An old man, the story book
picture of a wizard with flowing robes, a beard, even a pointy hat, rose from where he
had been resting to greet us.
Ho there wanderer, stay thy course a moment to indulge an old man. Its been nigh
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conversation since. Traveling nowadays appears to be the domain of either the desperate
or the deranged; If thou wouldst pardon my intrusion, might I inquire which pertains to
thee?
A fair bit of desperate, actually, I admitted truthfully. Might you know the way to
the Friendly Arm Inn? I was told I might find some friends there.
That I would. The Inn is but a short distance to the north, and its doors are open to
all. I have no doubt that thy friends shall be there, waiting with open arms. My
sympathies for any hardships the road may have inflicted upon thee, though I am certain
everything shall turn out for the best. My, but I have wasted too much of thy time and
said too much already. I shall take my leave and wish thee all the best.
We continued north along the Coast Way. As we walked, I became increasingly
uneasy regarding my companions. It was only partly their manner. Montaron, if someone
shifted position to walk behind him, would scowl, clutching the hilt of his sword, then
quickly drop back until he was the last one in line. Xzars conduct was erratic. He would
suddenly stop for no reason, or confide to me a tidbit such as, I know dragons with feet
like rabbits! Tis true I swear! I felt uncomfortable near them. Their presence weighed
on my heart. I had the thought they must be planning some evil mischief, and several
times I was on the verge of suddenly ordering them to leave the group. I had never
experienced a feeling like this before, and berated myself for harboring such ill will
towards my companions.
I tried to talk to them, attempting to learn something of their backgrounds. When I
asked about his past, Montaron openly threatened me with bodily harm. If I could believe
some of his comments, he seemed more than willing to engage in gratuitous violence
based on the slimmest provocation. He appeared to care little for life, including his own.
He did follow the orders of Xzar, although he obviously despised him. I got the
impression the two of them were working for someone else, someone powerful. Powerful
enough to engender enough fear and respect to keep them working together. My gut
feeling about him no longer seemed so strange. I had the uncomfortable suspicion that
with Montaron in the group I just might not wake up one morning.
Trying to talk to Xzar was frustrating, since what he had to say was frequently
incoherent. His faculties could not be too far-gone, however, since he could still practice
magic (at least, I assumed this to be the case, since we ran into no enemies on the way to
the Friendly Arm Inn). He, also, mentioned he was working for a powerful organization,
but when I tried to press him for details he became extremely agitated, and refused to say
anything further. Any group that would employ this pair was unlikely to be friendly
towards me.
We could make out a fortress ahead next to the road in the fading light when Xzar
suddenly said, Tell us a story, Monty. Something with bears and gold.
That mad wizard is off on one of his spells again, complained the halfling.
Cmon Montaron, lighten up. Must you be so moody all the time?
By the time we reached the inn dusk had fallen. A guard at the main gate greeted us,
Welcome to the Friendly Arm. I trust you know the rules of conduct within?

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There are Rules? I asked. What kind of rules?


Perhaps rules is a touch too formal. It is unwritten, but accepted, that while herein
you will act with the utmost of civility to all other guests. This is neutral ground, and all
grievances are left at the gates. If the grievances come in, then you will go out. Enjoy
your stay.
The Friendly Arm looked more like a fortress than an inn. The main keep was an
impressive building, several stories high. A wall, joined to the keep, circled round in front
of it to form a courtyard; several much smaller buildings were sheltered within the walls
as well. As I stood in the courtyard, I could hear faint music coming from the keep. It
made sense that the inns common room would be located where what was probably once
some lords banquet hall.
It was necessary to climb some steps to reach the keeps main door. As we climbed,
another traveler was descending, and gave me a friendly greeting.
Hi friend. Ive not seen you here before today. What brings you to the Friendly
Arm?
I am here to meet some friends, I replied agreeably.
Oh, you must be whom I am to meet then. The man smiled, but despite his
manner, I felt uneasy. I will take you to your friends, but first I should be sure you are
the correct person. Is your name Rolanna?
Why, Yes it is, I confirmed, so surprised he knew my name I didnt think to
question how.
He nodded. Perfect. You are indeed the person I seek. Hold still a moment, wont
you?
He started muttering meaningless words, and waving his hands. By the time I
realized he was casting a spell, Imoen had already yelled to me to look out, and nocked
an arrow, while Montaron was moving behind him with drawn sword. I belatedly drew
my own sword, wildly swinging in an attempt to disrupt his concentration. An arrow
suddenly sprouted from his chest, causing him to break off his spell. Xzar, wildly yelling,
moved up beside him, grasping the mans arm. Where his hand made contact a red glow
could briefly be seen, and a look of pain crossed my opponents face. I finally made
contact with my own sword, at the same time Montaron stabbed home from behind. By
the time two of the guards of the Friendly Arm arrived to help my attacker was dead. I
quickly searched the body, finding the following scroll:
BOUNTY NOTICE
Be it known to all those of evil intent, that a bounty has been placed upon the head of
Rolanna, the foster child of Gorion.
Last seen in the area of Candlekeep, this person is to be killed in quick order.
Those returning with proof of the deed shall receive no less than two hundred coins
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As always, any that reveal these plans to the forces of law shall join the target in
their fate.
We entered the keep, leaving the guards to deal with the corpse. The common room
was full, the noise so loud I was not surprised no one inside had noticed the brief combat
on the steps. I found Gorions friends to one side of the room. They appeared to be
human, man and woman, but with an exotic cast to their features which hinted at some
less common race in their ancestry. They recognized who I was as soon as I told them my
name.
Good day friend! greeted the woman. You are the child of Gorion, are you not? I
recognize you from his letters, for he writes of you often. Forgive my manners; I am
Jaheira and this is Khalid, my husband.
G-good to know you. Khalid spoke in a much softer voice, stuttering.
We are old friends of your adopted father. Jaheira sharply scanned my
companions. He is not with you? I must assume the worst; he would not permit his only
child to wander without his accompaniment.
If if he has passed, we share your loss, added Khalid.
Gorion often said that he worried for your safety, Jaheira put her hand on my
shoulder, even at the expense of his own. He also wished that Khalid and I would
become your guardians, if he should ever meet an untimely end. However, you are much
older now, and the choice of your companions should be your own. She looked over to
Khalid, who nodded.
We could t-travel with you until you get settled; help you find your l-lot in life.
It would be a fitting last service to Gorion, Jaheira said, obviously hoping to win
me over to this idea, though we should first go to Nashkel. Khalid and Ilook into local
concerns, and there are rumors of strange things happening at the mine. No doubt you
have heard of the iron shortage? You would do well to help us. It affects everyone,
including you. We are to meet the mayor of the town, Berrun Ghastkill.
I noted that they seemed interested in the same events as Xzar and Montaron. As for
convincing me, it needed little effort. I had no idea where to begin to find Gorions
murderer; Jaheira provided a purpose, which might help fill the emptiness I felt since his
death. I was happy to follow Jaheira in whatever she wanted done, and answered her with
that thought in mind.
Im already going to Nashkel. My current companions wish to visit there as well.
Indeed? Interesting. In that case I think we should definitely travel as one. You can
never be too careful about the dangers of the open road. Wherever they may spring
from.
We would set out on the road for Nashkel in the morning. I grabbed a free table in
the common room, sitting with Imoen. I questioned the barmaid who took our order on
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My name is Nessie. The Mirrorshades hired me to work at the Inn almost five years
ago and now I wouldnt leave it for the life of me. Its wonderful here, with new faces
passing through every day.
Who are the Mirrorshades? I asked.
Oh, Bentley and Gellana. They run the place. Bentleys behind the bar, there, and
you can usually find Gellana in the temple. Im usually here, waiting tables and making
sure everything stays nice and clean.
This place is a fortress. Why all the security?
Bentley wanted the inn to be a safe haven for all sorts of travelers. Anyone can stay
here but we dont tolerate any troublemaking within these walls.
Did Bentley build this place? Its so solid, it looks like its been here forever!
Oh no, Bentley and Gellana didnt build the Inn! They found itThey were part of
an adventuring party, not unlike your own. In the first few years following the Time of
Troubles, when all the gods were walking the surface of our world, the inn was actually
the hold of a powerful, undead priest of Bhaal, god of murder. With the evil cleric
weakened by the death of his god, Bentley and Gellana were able to destroy him once
and for all, thus laying claim to his troubled fortress.
Bentley himself, when I shared an ale with Jaheira and Khalid at the bar, was
taciturn, answering any query with a grunt or a few words. However, I did overhear
various speculations on who was responsible for the iron weakness and the bandits. The
most commonly cited culprits were the Zhentarim, who I thought lived somewhere to the
east, or agents of Amn. Amn is a large country, not too far south of the inn. In fact,
Nashkel is within its northern border. Paradoxically, the inn was so busy because many
people were afraid to travel because of the bandits, and were waiting out the trouble here.
When I went to my room that night an amusing incident occurred. I was climbing the
stairs, which opened directly to a hallway on each floor, to reach the level where I had
been assigned when a noble suddenly popped out of a room, and pushed a load of clothes
into my arms. He crossly said, About time you showed! Here, I need these tunics
cleaned and pressed by this eve, and be EXTRA careful with the golden pantaloons! It
took 15 women and a small boy from Calimshan 12 days and 4 nights to weave them, so
careful on the seams! Well? Get going! I admired the pantaloons, which seemed to have
been woven with gold thread, and were obviously worth more than all the possessions I
had owned in my entire life. I regretfully informed him of the truth.
Much as I have always dreamed of owning golden pantaloons, I must confess that I
am not the cleaner that you were expecting.
Not the cleaner? NOT THE CLEANER?! Oh well, my mistake. I thank you for
your honesty, I thank you for not stealing the pantaloons, and I will thank you kindly not
to mention the padding in the codpiece. Good day. He snatched the clothes back, and
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Nashkel
The next day we headed south for Beregost, the last major city before reaching the
border of Amn. Mid-morning a messenger caught up to us, on his way south. He briefly
paused to share the latest news.
Must dash to Beregost, I must! Governor Kelddath must be told of the extra troops
being sent his way! Beregost is to be garrisoned in case of Amnish attack, though Amn
has denied such intent. Of course they would deny it, the snakes! Make way for the
messenger!
I made a special effort to search out an ogre along the way; a guest at the Friendly
Arm had told of being robbed by one. With the woods lore of Jaheira and Khalid, we
quickly located him. Once located, the ogre proved a fearsome opponent. Although
awkward, his mighty blows when they connected sent Khalid or me flying. The six of us
were just able to overwhelm him. Although I had taken some hard knocks, I thought I had
done alright in only my second real taste of combat. Xzar, although he had taken almost
no part in the combat, heartily called out to his halfling companion at the end, HaHAR
there Montaron! Quite the fight, eh chum!
I had cracked several ribs. Khalid was in even worse shape, with one arm hanging
limply, but Jaheira insisted on using her healing magic on me first. The little she had left
was not enough to completely heal him; he would have to wait another day for Jaheira to
regain her magical abilities.
I went over to Khalid, to thank him for his help, wishing there was something I could
do for him. I rested my hand on his broken arm; to my surprise, I felt an outward flow of
something, it almost felt as if some of my own blood had passed through my palm into
his arm. He yelled, feeling a sudden pain, but later that day claimed his arm felt better,
even using it a little.
I was shocked. Gorion had vainly attempted to instruct me in the use of magic. Only
Imoen had shown any interest, not me. Of course, what I had done, if it had been
anything at all, was not like the individual harnessing of energy Gorion had described. It
was more like the clerical miracles performed by people like Jaheira, though I
worshipped no special god that should grant me such powers. It was something I would
have to ponder on when I had the chance.
There were no more incidents on the way to Beregost, although I found my
companions enough of a trial. After Xzar spouted some incoherent babbling, Jaheira
stated, You are amusing, in a what the hell is wrong with you kind of way.
Oh speak no more, spoke Xzar, waving his finger at her, lest ye gorge my sweet
tooth!
A little later Xzar decided he would rather spin than walk, and started to twirl
himself in circles. He rotated erratically, nearly colliding with Jaheira. She angrily
declaimed, Keep your distance. I doubt your motives are as you claim.
Ill not be mocked, stormed Xzar, thou most slanderous harlot!
Everyone was quiet for a while after this, until after the midday meal Jaheira
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Do you claim to fight evil while you are diabolic yourself?


Why must you goad us into other peoples concerns? he said. Can you not just let
us mind our own enterprise?
This was enough to set off Montaron, who said to Jaheira, Tis a wonder youve
lived as long as you have.
Khalid, who seemed to find it hard to say something bad about anyone, stated, S-
Sharpen your tongue elsewhere. Everyone deserves a chance.
A little later, Xzar turned his tongue on me, commenting, Ive no wish to strain our
relationship, but you did promise to go to Nashkel. Our delay is making me rather
tense. Im not nice when Im tense.
Ye waste my time and test my patience! seconded Montaron. To Nashkel we
must go!
I was glad when we finally reached Beregost. I foolishly expected some relief from
bickering, but as soon as we walked in the door of Feldeposts Inn a man accosted me.
Ere now, get out! I dont like your type in here!
Heh, you tell em Marl, agreed his companion.
I ignored him, following Jaheira to the bar to arrange rooms for the night. I was
standing beside Jaheira while she negotiated a price when I suddenly noticed the man,
Marl, standing by my side.
Hey! I told you to get lost! he yelled challengingly. Aint no room here for ye
trouble makin strangers!
No need to get all bent out of shape, I tried to placate him. Theres plenty of bar
for us all.
Hey, I take whatever shape I want! Im sick of you freakish adventurers going out,
consorting with gods know what, and dragging your trouble back into my home town!
What do you say to that!?
I just do what I think is right, I told him. We solve a lot more trouble than we
cause. Well, very nearly anyways. My reply sounded weak, even to me. It didnt help I
had added a nervous little laugh to the tail end of my statement.
Oh you think its funny do you?! My words had only served to enrage him further.
You mess up the local economy with your treasure, you upset the balance of nature, you
flash your magic around, and because of it maybe somebodys son thinks its fun and
goes out and gets himself killed! Its a bad example and somebody ought to kick your ass
for it!
Hold on! I now had some idea what the real reason was that he was angry, and that
it had nothing directly to do with me. Everyone goes their own path, and Ill not be held
accountable for what the Fates deal.
He was a good boy til your kind came through town! Marl continued yelling, but
his voice was strained with sorrow. Filled his head with nonsense they did, and because
of it hes dead! Now why shouldnt I take THAT out of your hide?!

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If you knew him like you think, then ask yourself if he wouldnt have gone anyway.
Its a calling youre born with. Nobody gives it to you.
Taint true! He was going to take over the farm and settle down. Maybe apprentice
with Thunderhammer during the winter. He never wanted to adventure.
That was what you wanted, Marl! corrected his friend, who had also come up to
the bar. Funs fun, but yer blaming these folk fer what couldnt be helped. That boy was
a firebrand if ever there was.
No! He was settling down! Marl shook his head sadly. He wantedhe
wanted.
His friend continued relentlessly. That new plow ye bought last year, he got the
gold by helping clear kobolds near Ulgoths Beard. He wanted to make a difference,
make the Realms a bit safer. Just like these folk most likely.
By Chauntea, why couldnt he just stay home?!
The Realms call, and you go, I stated. The realms, or something, seemed to have
called me. He sounds a fine lad taken too soon, but doing what he was meant. If youll
suffer my company, Ill buy a round and toast his memory with you.
Twould be fitting, I suppose. After I bought him and his friend a drink, he raised
his mug. To Kennair Nethalin! Rest ye well! II would be alone awhile.
Welltis the calmest I done seen him in a week, said his friend, but he then
cautioned me. Still, best you move along. Marl aint known for his steady moods.
I stayed in the common room a while, catching up on the rumors. As for the iron
shortage, this close to Amn most people blamed them. It was unusual to note that even
iron taken from existing stockpiles showed signs of the crumbling disease when made
into implements. I also heard word of the ruins of the Ulcaster school of magic to the
southeast. In the same area was the Firewine Bridge, the remnant of some sort of
settlement.
When I went up to my room after gathering these rumors I found Imoen had a
present for me. She gave me a fine cloak. Its narrow weave and fur lining promised both
that it would shed water and protect from the cold. I wondered where she had gotten the
money to afford it, perhaps having stolen it before she left Candlekeep. I was so touched
by the gift, however, that I didnt have the heart to question her.
I was standing in my room after Imoen left, admiring the flow of the new cloak I was
wearing, when Xzar suddenly opened the door and burst in. He hadnt bothered to knock,
and started babbling about how important it was we get to Nashkel. Otherwise, what he
was saying didnt make any sense. I nervously fingered my new cloak, wishing I knew
what he was really up to. He suddenly stopped talking, and just stood looking at me with
a glazed expression. I impatiently asked him what he wanted. To my surprise, he replied.
Well, my good friend, perhaps youd like to know a little more about me? Im part
of an order known as the Zhentarim. Weve been sent to learn why the Zhentish name has
been slandered along the Coast Way. It would seem that someone has been trying to
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Surprised, I asked him to leave. He did so without demur.


The next morning I told Jaheira I had learned Xzar was a Zhentish agent, although I
didnt explain exactly how I found out. I didnt actually know why he had told me, unless
it was another facet of his incipient insanity. Jaheira was anxious to confront our two
companions, and made a thinly veiled jab at Xzar as soon as he appeared.
I know not your goals, but you are nearly Zhentish in spirit. Tis disgusting.
Usually everyone proves themselves, added Khalid, but there is something
disturbing about you. I dont want to seem c-confrontational, but could you be a little
lesswellevil?
Ah yes, the chatter of friends and compatriots! Xzar was cheerful, seemingly
ignoring the content of what he had just heard. Does it not warm the cockles?
I had thought none could be so beyond the bounds of goodness, tried Khalid again.
Certainly you need h-help.
I begin to see your true nature, and tis as I expected, snarled Xzar, his mercurial
mood changing. None are as insufferably righteous as Harpers!
Xzar and Montaron attacked Jaheira and Khalid. I wasnt sure if I agreed with
Jaheiras direct tactics, but I knew who I supported. I drew my blade, attacking the
Zhentish agents, Imoen joining me as well.
We concentrated our attacks on Xzar, killing him before he could get a spell off.
That gave Montaron time to make his escape. As he vanished through a nearby window,
he called out, And the mad wizard falls! Saves me the trouble! We passed along a few
gold pieces to the innkeeper to clean up the mess. With the other troubles about, no one
was too interested in investigating a brawl among strangers. We later learned before we
left Beregost that not only was there no sign of Montaron, but Xzars body had vanished
as well, perhaps spirited away by his companion using hired help.
When we exited the inn, we stopped to listen to the town crier make an
announcement.
Hear ye! Hear ye! By order of his Most Radiant of Lathander Kelddath Ormlyr,
governor of Beregost, and in the best interest of its peoples, forthwith there be a bounty
placed upon the head of the mad cleric Bassilus, for the crimes against nature that he has
committed! Anyone bringing proof of his demise to the Song of the Morning temple shall
receive no less than five thousand gold! Hear ye! Hear ye!
While we stood listening, a young man had approached, an instrument case across
his back. Hail, adventurers. I have a pretty proposal for you. I have heard that youre an
excellent group of warriors. How would you like a well-paying job as bodyguards for my
mistress?
I looked towards Jaheira for instructions, but she just shrugged. I replied, Were
always on the lookout for money, tell us more.
Im Garrick and I work for Silke Rosena. Shes the most skilled musician and actor
along the Sword Coast; in fact, shes to play at the Ducal palace before the months done.
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to hurt her bad, because she didnt perform at his inn when she was supposed to. You
cant blame her for not showing up, what with a villain like Feldepost running the place.
She needs mercenaries to protect her until shes ready to go to Baldurs Gate. Shes
willing to pay about 300 gold. What do you say?
That sounds fair, why dont you show us to this mistress of yours. I saw nothing
wrong in protecting a woman from thugs.
I think youve made a good decision, now just meet me outside of the Red Sheaf
Inn.
We followed him to meet with his employer. Garrick introduced her, This is my
mistress; Ms. Silke Rosena.
Greetings mercenaries, I am Silke, thespian extraordinaire. I see my Garrick has
been rather busy. You look as if youre worth paying a little extra; what did my little
helper offer you?
I offered them 300 gold, just like you told me, said Garrick.
Ill raise your wage to 400 gold. Well then, I assume that Garrick has explained
what your duties are. You must simply dispose of the ruffians when they come to threaten
me. They shouldnt be too hard to deal with, but I would advise you to strike fast.
Whatever you do dont speak with them. One of them is a mage whose mystic words can
sway even the most wise of men.
Although Garrick had aroused no such feeling, I felt uneasy in Silkes presence. I
silently fretted for several minutes until three men approached.
Here they are now: Feldeposts thugs, whispered Silke. Strike when I tell you to.
Greetings Silke, said one of the men. Were here as youve asked, and we have
the
Dont try to threaten me! interrupted Silke. I wont be easy prey for you to beat
on, Ive brought friends!
What are you talking about? Were here with the gems that
Shut up! Therell be no weaseling out of this one. STRIKE NOW! Kill them all!
I may sometimes be taken in by practical jokes or con artists, but Silkes lies were
completely transparent. I vexedly told her, Stop this madness, we wont murder those
who are obviously innocent men.
Our deal is off! she cried. In any case, youre probably too cowardly to be any
good in a fight. Ill deal with them myself, after I deal with you!
She attacked us, to my surprise, since she quickly fell to the four who opposed her.
We thank you for stopping the evil witch before she killed us, said one of the men
at the end of the combat. Here, take this as a token of our appreciation. He handed me a
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Silkes dead! chimed in Garrick, who had taken no part in the combat. I guess she
had it coming; you cant be evil like her and expect to get away with it. Im out of a job
now. Would it be too much to ask if I could join up with you?
No problem, I said, figuring we could always use more help. I belatedly looked
towards Jaheira, but although she was frowning, she didnt gainsay my choice.
While I was in town, I decided to check on one of the scholars who visited
Candlekeep. Sure enough, Firebeard Elvenhair was at home, and graciously received me
and my companions.
Ah, youre old Gorions ward, the lonely kid of Candlekeep! Of course! I heard
about the loss of Gorion, and I must give you my deepest condolences. I hope since
youve left Candlekeep, youve kept up on your reading. Oh, the world of books.
Ah, you have been generous to an old man, (I had performed some errands for him
while he was at Candlekeep), so I will be generous in turn. Let me give you a book. It is
a touch darker than what you might normally read, but I get a sense that you might enjoy
it, nonetheless.
The book, The History of the Dead Three, when I had a chance later to look at it,
was about the gods Bane, Bhaal and Myrkul. It explained how they had started as mortals
and only achieved godhood later. I knew Bane and Bhaal had died during the Time of
Troubles; I thought Myrkul had as well. I guess if a mortal can become a god, it isnt so
unusual that a god can die like a mortal.
We visited several shops to stock up on supplies before setting forth, and decided to
have a meal at the Red Sheaf Inn before leaving. As we entered, a surly dwarf blocked
my passage. Youre at the end of your rope Ill wager. Not that its anything personal,
you understand, but Im afraid your time on this here ball of mud is just about done.
Why are you doing this? I protested, knowing it would do no good. Ive done
nothing to you.
Youve done nothing to anyone, far as I know, he agreed. Dont matter one whit
to me. A price is a price and a head is a head, and whenever the two meet, theres old
Karlat makin his living. Like I said, its nothing personal.
We were forced to kill him. I was sourly amused to find a bounty notice on his body.
The price on my head had risen to 350 gold. Although the bloodletting hadnt done
wonders for my appetite, we still decided to eat there. As I was finishing eating Jaheira
brought a woman she had met over to the table. The woman had a request.
My husband had to make a sudden business trip to Amn and Im so worried for
him. Mirianne, he always said. Mirianne, who knows the road better than old Roe?
But the highways just arent as safe as they once were and there hasnt been a messenger
from Amn here in months. Could you keep your eyes open along the southern roads and
let me know if you find anything?
Just south of Beregost, we found two ogrillons, strange ogre crossbreeds, standing
over the body of a halfling. After we killed them, we found a note one had taken off the
halfling. We returned to Beregost, since the note said:
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The road has been difficult but I have arrived safely here in Amn. I think it would be
wisest if I returned by sea, however, perhaps sometime after the first snows have
fallen. I trust this letter reaches you. The halfling I hired to carry it struck me as an
honest enough chap.
Always and forever,
Roe
It was good news for Mirianne, but bad news for the family of the nameless halfling.
We returned to the southern road. We defeated a band of hobgoblins who had been
preying on travelers, also meeting a hunter, Bub Snikt.
I talked to Jaheira and Khalid as the day wore on, learning a little more about them.
Jaheira glared as she spoke about her past. She said that she was born in the Tethyr region
to a loyalist of the King Alemander regime, unfortunately during the Tethyrian civil war.
Her family was among the nobles targeted by the angry mobs of peasants, and she was
only spared because a servant girl took her from their castle before it fell. They fled into
the forest of Tethyr and stumbled across an enclave of Druids willing to take the child.
Jaheira grew up a very headstrong girl, believing that the only way to protect nature was
to have an active role in the world. She seemed to have little in common with Khalid, but
although her manner was often confrontational, she apparently cared deeply for him. Her
admiration of Gorion was obvious, and she plainly stated that whomever was responsible
for his death would suffer an equal fate.
Khalid nervously said that he was born and raised in the nation of Calimshan. I
couldnt get him to speak much of his parents, but it seemed his merchant father paid him
little heed, instead concentrating his attention on his half-brothers. Of his mother, from
whom he must have inherited his elvish blood, he said nothing. When asked about how
he knew Gorion he would only say that they had long been friends and that many shared
acquaintances would mourn his loss with harpsong. When he tried to speak of Jaheira he
stuttered into incoherence, but his love for her was obvious.
Khalid, my dear, teased Jaheira, twould take a sailor to untie that tongue.
Please J-Jaheira, you neednt be sos-so stuttered Khalid.
Beautiful? asked Jaheira sweetly.
Yeno, stay beautiful. Despite yourself. I smiled at their exchange. I was also a
little jealous at their shared love, nothing like it yet having come my way.
It was past noon when we encountered a mercenary working for the Flaming Fist, the
organization which officially provided for law and order in these lands. He accosted us,
You there! Youre under arrest for banditry, and highway robbery! We know youre part
of that bandit group whos been terrorizing the Coast Way. Give yourselves up or there
will betrouble.
Youve got the wrong guys, I impatiently replied, were not part of any bandit
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Really now, and why should we believe you? I noticed he used we, even though he
was by himself. If we had actually been bandits, it would have been no trouble at all to
take him out.
Look sir, we really dont want any trouble. Like you, were hunting down bandits in
the region.
So youre hunting the bandits. Well, who hired you to take on the bandits, or are
you doing it out of the goodness of your heart. I had to control a sudden spurt of anger.
This idiot obviously needed all the help he could get, but he was doing as much as
possible to discourage us.
No one hired us. Were adventurers who are just trying to help out the people of the
Sword Coast.
All right, maybe I was wrong about the bunch of you. Youre free to go.
We were just north of Nashkel when we encountered a nobleman traveling the other
direction. He halted his carriage to talk to us, introducing himself as Lord Foreshadow.
He then commented on our appearance.
Well, dont you just add to the local color. Quite the smashing bit of dress you wear
there. Ill have to look into such sundries when I next attend one of Lord Ribalds full
dress costume affairs. Id be the talk of Neverwinter, I would.
Am I to understand that you are from that far away city? I politely asked.
Oh, I actually hail from Waterdeep. The great city of splendors has much more in
the manner of social luxuries suited towards my particular tastes. I do, however, make a
point of keeping in touch with Neverwinter, though I have only visited once previously. It
was quite popular in those nights, if I recall correctly. Im going to make a second trip in
the coming year, and Ill wager it will be as popular again.
It would be something to see a large city like Waterdeep. Even the city of Baldurs
Gate, which was much nearer, could probably fit a dozen Candlekeeps inside. After his
carriage left we passed over the crest of a small hill, catching site of the small town of
Nashkel.
The Coast Way crossed over a small stream, the few buildings of the town clustered
alongside the road. As we came abreast of the towns only inn the commander of the
local Amnish soldiery challenged us. Identify yourselves! Jaheira had already told me
to answer anyone who asked that I was in charge, since she felt Khalid and she were
already too well known along the Sword Coast, and she didnt want premature word of
her interest in the iron shortage to become common knowledge.
I am Rolanna and this is my band of fellow adventurers. I hear that this is a troubled
region as of late. Allow me to put ourselves at your disposal during our stay here.
If youre seeking to resolve troubles, welcome. If youre seeking to cause them,
kindly take it elsewhere. Things are not good here, Rolanna.
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Aye, what IS good around here, anymore? Our iron is rotten and there is talk of
demons in the mines. The lower levels have been all but abandoned until this crisis
passes. And then there is the question of Commander Brageack, they have stripped him
of that title but I use it yet. He killed his wife and children in a rage one night and all
who saw him. Then he tore himself away and headed for the hills. He is out there still and
still we mourn, as much for him as for those hes taken. Fie on you, now! You have
brought tears to the eyes of a soldier!
Since it was late, we entered the local inn, unoriginally called the Nashkel Inn, to
book rooms. As we entered, a female warrior sauntered towards us. My heart sank even
before she spoke.
Just fancy my luck seeing you stroll in here, bold as day! I expected a hunt and a
chase from the description, but who am I to argue easy coins in the purse. May the Lord
of Shadows guide you swiftly to your death!
I would first know my attacker! Why are you doing this? Of course, I should have
known, after so many repetitions, this script by heart.
Who I am is unimportant, though my name is Neira. What I am, is a hunter of
bounties, and on your head is a lovely little sum. Does this satisfy your request? I thought
it wouldnt. No matter.
We were forced to kill this overeager bounty hunter. From the proclamation on her
body, the price on my head was up to 680 gold.
I was troubled by a dream that night. I found myself outside the walls of Candlekeep,
but the gate was barred and no one answered my calls. The voice of Gorion reached me,
telling me I couldnt go back, that I must go on. I started down the broad road away from
the fortress, but I caught a glimpse of a narrow path leading off into the woods. Although
narrow and winding, it somehow seemed a more fitting trail. I started off from the main
road; it was difficult to leave, as if I was trying to swim to the bank of a raging river. I
finally pulled myself free. As the trees closed around me I heard a deep, sinister voice,
unlike any I had ever heard, but familiar somehow nonetheless. As I awoke, the words
still echoed in my mind. You will learn.
The next day we sought out the mayor. He gave us a hearty greeting.
Hello there! I recognize Jaheira in your group, so you must be the adventurers I was
expecting. I am Berrun Ghastkill, mayor of Nashkel, and I am happy to welcome you. I
am sorry we had to meet under these circumstances.
What exactly is the trouble here?
I cant believe you havent guessed. Have you heard of the iron shortage? Well,
Nashkel is in the thick of it. Our mine is all but shut down because the workers
continually go missing, and what ore we do get is tainted somehow. I would send in the
town guards, but we need them to protect our citizens from the bandits that raid our
caravans. We need you to find out what is wrong in the mines southeast of town.
I will do what I can.
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We also visited the temple of Helm, and the priest, Nalin, who ran it. The temple was
quite a change from the shrine to Oghma which had been all I had known at Candlekeep.
The interior was one huge hall; hundreds of worshippers could have stood in it at once.
The priest greeted us.
Ah, intrepid adventurers at our door. Helm guards over all the Realms and his
servants are at your disposal. The Vigilant One stands ready to mend thy ailments, and so
divert the unyielding gaze of the Great Guidefor a suitable donation, of course. Just to
demonstrate our mutual good will, you understand. He paused, then spoke about a
matter that was obviously important to him; surprisingly, it had nothing to do with the
mine.
Helm watch over you and our poor lost brother, Brage. A finer Captain of the Guard
could nary be found this side of Amn. Such a strange change for one so devout as he. One
does not usually change so drastically without nefarious help. If there be an evil influence
on him, perhaps the harsh justice of the military should be stayed. Hell find no quarter at
the garrison, but if he came to the templewellhis restitution need not be his life.
We purchased a few potions of healing before leaving. As we were walking out of
town, a man stopped me, saying,
No, say not another word. I would not think of making you wait but a moment for
your just reward. When council told me that they had procured GREYWOLF to rid the
woods of the bandit Tonquin, I knew we could expect swift justice. I would not have
predicted success this quickly, but who else could it be striding into town lookingah
looking as you do. Please accept this meager sum of 200 gold pieces, as well as the
heartfelt thanks of all of Nashkel.
I corrected his error. You must have made some mistake. I am not this man called
Greywolf. Keep your money, its not mine to take.
You are not Greywolf the bounty hunter? Oh sweet Helm, I almost gave 200 gold
pieces to a complete stranger!? The Captain best not hear of this; hed have my hide.
Thanks be for your honesty, stranger, there are those who would not have done as such.
What bounties are currently unclaimed? I asked curiously.
Our captain of the guard is still on the loose. Keep your blade ready if you get
anywhere near him. Very dangerous, he is. There is also a bit of foolishness with a local
artist named Prism. Stole a couple of emeralds, he did. We seek their return, though
Prisms fate is of little concern.
He told us to ask for Oublek if we fulfilled any of his bounties.

Nashkel Mine
It took several hours to reach the site of the mine. I talked to Garrick as we walked.
He said he was part of a celebrated acting troupe called the Dale Wind Troubadours.
They traveled the length of the coast from Neverwinter to Amn and often played to
Dukes and other nobility. Indeed, few others could afford the cost of a performance when
the group was at its peak. Garrick did not speak fondly of this time however, as the
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discovered that performances were being used as distractions for thievery and declared he
would have nothing to do with it. They had kicked him out, and he had been mostly
traveling on his own since then. He claimed he had no idea of the evil Silke was capable
of when he later came into her employ.
I decided to try what had worked on Xzar. I concentrated on Garrick, willing him to
believe me. His expression became a trifle more foolish than normal. When I asked him
to describe his recent employment, he readily answered.
My name is Garrick, and my profession is music. I have a few skills with magic,
and know quite a bit of lore. I have worked in the musical troupe of Silke for about 3
months.
My test had been successful. Garrick was guilty of no more than a little naivete. My
newly discovered ability to charm others should prove quite useful.
Jaheira suggested we poke around on the surface a bit before attempting the mine
itself. We rounded a large rock outcropping to find a man staring up at a face carved from
the rock. The face, that of a woman, was twice as high as he. I make no claims to refined
artistic sensibilities, but it seemed to me the face, although possibly based on an actual
person, was one mans idealized vision of female beauty. The sculpture had evidently
been recently finished, since scaffolding still partly enshrouded it, and piles of rock chips
clustered about the base of the face. Staring at the man, at the dust covering him and the
cuts and blisters on his hands, it was obvious he had done all of the work himself,
incredible as that seemed.
Ah, beauteous creature! cried the man, still staring at the face. Never should I
have stolen these emeralds, but there was nothing else that would capture the majesty of
thine eyes! I did what must be done, for I have left my shop, forgotten all my
commissions, and spent all that I had. I must complete thee! He suddenly noticed us,
now that we were practically standing next to him. Wait, there is someone here! Who
are you? Twas that relentless Greywolf who sent you, wasnt it?
I have nothing to do with anyone named Greywolf, I assured him, and nor would
I want to.
Thank Deneir, I thought I was done in. I am not cut out for a life on the run.
Mayhaps you could help a foolish sculptor finish this epiphany? Please, guard this place,
for surely Greywolf will come seeking the bounty on the gems. I will pay with my last
possessions if you would do this one service for me.
If it is so important, then I shall guard you as best I can. Yes. I realized this must
be the artist Prism we had been told of. He would need to make restitution for what he
had stolen, but I saw no harm in letting him put the finishing touches on his work.
I thank you, for I cannot run from this place until my task is done. I have been using
potions of speed to aid my work, and have not slept for days. She is beautiful, is she not?
Tis a monument to my foolishness. I saw her but once, on the outskirts of Evereska, and
said nothing. I let thee pass from mine eyes, and mine heart hath cursed me for it!
We waited while he applied the final polish to his work. After almost drowsing in the
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I have come for you, Prism. The voices owner, an experienced traveler dressed in
well-worn armor, had sneaked right up to us.
No! Not yet! begged Prism. My work is nearly done! Please, I implore you!
Your sentiment is wasted on me, fool. You are but gold in my purse. Do you make
your situation worse by hiring help to protect you? Who are you fools?
Prism wishes only to finish his masterwork, I answered levelly. Why not let him?
What harm can it do? I didnt add what I thought should have been obvious, that if any
bounty was due, it rightfully belonged to us.
You should be more worried bout the harm I can do! Never have I taken a bounty
and not delivered! Now stand aside, that I might dispense with this fool and claim my
prize. Or would you rather I go through you to get him? Consider well if he be worth
your lives!
It had become apparent this must be the famous Greywolf. He meant not only to
claim the bounty, but to kill Prism in the process. I drew my sword and placed myself
between him and Prism. Greywolf did not hesitate to attack me. His confidence was not
entirely unfounded; he was an expert with his blade. Khalid and I took several wounds,
inflicting none, even given we should have had the advantage, attacking from both sides.
Jaheira circled us, looking for a chance to use her staff, while Imoen fired arrows when
she had a shot. Garrick merely stood back, playing music, which I guess was supposed to
inspire us. Jaheira finally saw a chance to strike, and clouted Greywolf in the head. He
was momentarily confused, which allowed Khalid and me to strike home as well. The
blows he suffered were mortal. I took his sword, a fine magical weapon that served me
well in the adventures to come. He didnt look the type to have any family that would
miss it.
Alas, my work is complete. Prism was trembling, still looking at his creation.
Take what you will from my possessions, but leave the sparkle in her eyes. O sweet
creature, My effigy to thee is done. Perhaps our paths shall cross in distant Realms, and I
shall find the courage to call thy name. Ellesime! Prism collapsed, his heart failing after
the large number of potions of speed which he had consumed. The emeralds, which he
must have intended for the eyes, were on his body. The emeralds themselves would
satisfy the bounty; they must have soon been stolen if they had been added to the
sculpture anyway. We buried the bodies of Prism and Greywolf together.
I have heard several times people lament the death of Prism at so young an age, at
the years of productivity that had been lost. But I have spoken to someone who studies
such matters, and he pointed out Prism would not be so widely known if not for his last
work, and particularly the tale surrounding the creation of the sculpture and his death. He
had been almost unknown, toiling in a backwater of Amn, and otherwise probably would
only have come to the attention of a few collectors long after his death of old age.
The mine was marked by a large scar of exposed dirt and rock in the side of a hill.
Piles of tailings from the mine were nearby. I saw Jaheira wore a grim look at this blight
on the landscape, as she would refer to it.
Well I see no harm, said Emerson, mine manager, when we asked permission to
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the lower level, where we lost some workers. The men talk of things a-movin below, but
whos to say. The earth, she hides many things from sight.
We entered the mine. As soon as we were inside, one of the miners, divining our
purpose, strode over to speak with us.
Hmmmore adventurers eh? Id leave while you still can if I were you. Ive heard
awful stories about whats been happening to those that go deeper into the mines.
Why? What have you heard?
Well, my friend Ruffie barely escaped with his life he did. Little demons jumped
out of the very walls and chased him down. Hed be dead now if it werent for the guards
that came running. Coursethem guards are dead now. Old Ruffies around here
somewhere. You ask him what he saw and hell tell ya.
I asked around until I found this Ruffie. He nervously asked, Whawhat do you
want?
What did these demons look like?
What did they look like!?! They looked like demons, ya blasted idiot!
We continued to look around. We heard that despite the troubles, production from
the mine almost matched that of several months ago. However, anything cast from the
metal refined from the ore which left the mine crumbled almost as soon as it was made.
In a mine cart, full of ore, I noticed sticky residue sticking to the lumps of material. It
seemed odd, although of course I knew nothing about mining.
There were guards about for the miners. Most of those I questioned dreaded going
deeper into the mine, for fear of the demons. However, one guard who I questioned,
with former experience as a mercenary, told me he had faced opponents below, but they
were merely kobolds.
Having learned as much as we could, Jaheira led us deeper into the earth. As we
reached the intersection of the tunnel we were descending with another, a miner suddenly
ran into the intersection from our left, yelling in fear to us.
Theyre coming-- The yipping demons, theyre everywhere! Save me!
Never fear, I reassured him, we shall protect you from any harm!
But I-- There they are! There they
Four creatures came leaping out of the tunnel he had just come from. Faces
resembling that of a dog, they were tiny, barely coming to my waist in height. A few
blows and the four were dead. In fact, they were common kobolds.
We thoroughly searched this section of the mine, killing numerous kobolds. On
several corpses we found vials, containing a strange green substance similar to the
residue we had seen in some of the mining carts. The liquid inside was likely related to
the mysterious plague that rendered smelted weapons and tools brittle. It seemed that
the kobolds were attempting to taint all ore before it left the mine, although as Jaheira
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We finally penetrated down to a level where the caverns were natural. We entered a
cleft in a wall which opened into several connected chambers. The one we had entered
was foul, littered with the bones of miners and guards who had been killed. Beyond,
another cave was fitted as living quarters. Carpets lined the floor, while several oil lamps
cast a bright glow. A half orc was in the chamber.
Tazok must have dispatched you, he cried in dismay at our appearance, and my
traitorous kobolds let you pass, didnt they? I knew I could not trust them! Armed as such
you have obviously been sent to kill me! By Cyric, not a measure of ore leaves this mine
unspoiled and I am still to be executed?! Ill not lose my head over this!
No one sent us, I corrected him, but thy head is in no less danger! Reveal thy
treachery, and mayhaps we will be merciful!
Tazok did not send thee? Then thou art dead. Help, my minions, HEEELLLPPP!!
Several kobolds rushed into the room, while some of the bones in the first chamber
gathered themselves into skeletons. The sight of the skeletons did not frighten us, not
even Garrick. Their bones were brittle, their motions awkward and slow, so they were as
easily defeated as the kobolds. While the other dealt with them, I found myself facing the
half-orc cleric. He was not a skilled fighter, and after several of my blows landed, and he
saw his help defeated, he yelled out.
I yield, I yield to thee! Accept my surrender?
As well you should! I noticed Imoen was circling behind him, and nodded
approval at her action. Tell us what has been happening here, and you may yet leave
alive!
I thank thee for thy mercy! There in the chest are all my letters. Take them and
leave me be. I will bother you no more.
He delayed several moments longer, while I attempted to learn if the chest was
trapped, and where the key was located. His eyes suddenly widened in triumph, and he
yelled, Fools, youll never have the chance to take anything! Minions, come forth and
kill the intruders!
He had been waiting for more kobolds, and the rest necessary to create more
skeletons. These new minions attacked the rear of the group, but were as easily
dispatched as their predecessors. Mulahey, for such was the name of the cleric, died from
a thrust of Imoens blade.
If man is known by the company he keeps, crowed Garrick, pleased by what had
occurred, I shall be thought of gloriously.
We had certainly solved the problem with the Nashkel mine, but it was obvious from
the letters we found in his chest that this was only a small part of a much larger plan. The
letters read:
My servant Mulahey,
I have sent you the kobolds and mineral poison that you require. Your task is to
poison any iron ore that leaves this mine. Dont reveal your presence to the miners or
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superiors have recently hired on the services of the Black talon mercenaries and the
Chill. With these soldiers at my disposal, I should be able to destroy any iron
caravans entering the region from the south and east. I dont want to deal with iron
coming from the Nashkel mines so dont fail in your duty.
Tazok
My servant Mulahey,
Your progress in disrupting the flow of iron ore does not go as well as it should.
How stupid can you be to allow your kobolds to murder the miners?! With your
presence revealed you should be wary of enemies sent to stop your operation. Your
task is a very simple one; if you continue to show that you cant do the job, you will
be replaced. I will not send the kobolds you have requested as I need all the troops I
possess to stop the flow of iron into this region. With this message I have sent more
of the mineral poison that you require. If you have any problems then send a
message to my new contact in Beregost. His name is Tranzig, and hell be staying at
Feldeposts inn.
Tazok
I felt good about what we had accomplished. No, what I felt was stronger than that.
What we had done felt right. There had been a problem which needed to be confronted
with swords and spells, and I had been one of those who solved it. I had found my
calling.
In another chamber, we found a prisoner. After we freed him, he told us what had
happened.
It was unbearable; waking each morn to the mud and rock instead of the rising sun.
I am Xan, a Greycloak of Evereska, and as proficient in the ways of magic as any man
can be. If you be enemies of Mulahey I would join your cause, hopeless though it is.
How did you come to be trapped in such an inhospitable place?
Alas, I was sent to investigate the strange goings-on about this area and I landed
caged for seemingly hopeless weeks on end. I have not seen the sun almost as long as I
have not seen my home.
Certainly you are welcome to join with us. Another pair of hands can only help,
especially when they wield powerful magics.
I thank you. However ineffective our actions be, I shall not rest until I have made
payment to you. If you have searched through Mulaheys treasure you may have found a
sword among his documents. The sword is a moonblade and it is my most valued
possession.
We returned his moonblade, then settled down to rest after the combat we had
experienced in the mine. I had another dream. I passed through the cleansed passages of
the mine, until I reached the chamber next to the one where I slept, Mulaheys room. His
bloated corpse stood before me. A dagger of bone hovered in front of the corpse; I knew
it but waited my hand to drive it home, to sentence him to some horror beyond death. I
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face before his corpse vanished. His disappearance kindled a spark of hope within my
breast, a spark which I sensed enraged a will which sought to cage me. The dagger
rotated, until I could look down its point. I felt a wave of rage, and the dagger suddenly
rushed towards me. Just before it contacted, I awoke, the same voice from my previous
dream calling, YouWILLLearn!
We found an exit that led directly to the surface not far from Mulaheys chamber,
although we had to fight several oozes, puddles of living goo, before we could use it. We
emerged some distance from the mine entrance. It was bright and sunny, which did not
prevent Xan from making a depressing remark.
The sun shines, and I am amazed we live to see another day.
Not far from where we emerged we encountered four female warriors. One called
out to me, as if she recognized me.
You there, is your name Rolanna? Hurry up and answer. Your answer better be the
truth, for your life depends upon it.
Yes my name is Rolanna, what of it?
That is good. My companions and I have tracked you for many days and I am to
give you a message. You and your friends are to die. Your interference with the Iron
Throne may have caused some minor setbacks, but die knowing that your actions were
mostly futile.
We delude ourselves to think our pitiable band will stand up to our enemies, said
Xan as they attacked.
More bounty hunters. They were skilled with their weapons, and two of them were
clerics as well. It was a difficult fight, but one we managed to win. Xan, although fond of
dire pronouncements, as witness his battle cry, Onward, to futility! proved an able ally.
I had to smile at myself when we found no bounty notices on their bodies, since I was
anxious to know the current price on my head.
Perhaps well survive longer than I had originally thought, stated Xan after the
battle, the most positive statement I had heard him utter.
My goodness, I think Im dying, suddenly announced Garrick. He had suffered a
minor wound. I think Jaheira tended to it more to shut him up than out of any great
concern for his well being.
As we were returning to the mine opening, we met a mage. He urgently motioned to
us to come closer. Come quickly, he yelled, you are just in time for my experiment!
When Jaheira asked what kind of experiment he was attempting, he said, I believe I
have developed a spell to empathically control any gelatinous creature and bend it to your
will. Slimes, jellies, oozes, all of these things that foul the cooks cellar and the
adventurers dungeon can now be controlled and eradicated with an ease and efficacy
never before seen in the history of the Realms. It takes an entire hour to gain such
control, but that time will be minimized with further experimentation, I am sure. In
moments, that hour will be up for a small number of mustard jellies that I have released
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The thought of our recent combat fresh in her mind, Jaheira asked if he would share
the spell with our spellcasters. The mercurial mage took affront, I have worked years for
this and you seek its benefits in mere seconds? Nay, you not only seek them, you expect
them! The spell is mine and youll not take it from me! Come jellies, let us make our
mark upon the world!
We were forced to end the life of the mage, and destroy his pets. Xan praised Jaheira
after the battle.
Around you I almost feel that we have a chance. Jaheira didnt respond, perhaps
not knowing what to say to such an odd congratulation.
Xan talked as we walked. He was a Greycloak out of Evereska. It was apparently
decreed that he was to investigate the events of the iron shortage, determine who or what
were the causes, and ascertain whether there was a greater threat to the region as a whole.
This was definitely not a small task, and he accepted the responsibility with a great deal
of dread. I got the feeling, however, that he approached everything with a great deal of
dread. He had concentrated on his magical abilities, to the detriment of friends or other
pastimes. I wondered upon his long-term effect on morale, however, if he remained with
the group.
I used my charm ability to ask him about himself. He said, It is my duty to watch
over the political events of the human nations along our borders. From what I have
learned so far, there is some sort of mercantile organization known as the Iron Throne
that has been trying to cause turmoil along the Sword Coast. To what end I could not tell
you, as I was captured before learning any more. That name, the Iron Throne, had come
up again. I noted it for future attention, alongside the name Tazok.
We informed the mine manager of what we had found, and when we returned to
Nashkel turned in the Prism emeralds for the bounty. The mayor was happy with what we
had done, saying, You have returned! It would seem I was right to trust you. The town
thanks you wholeheartedly, and is pleased to give you the proper reward. Please take this
900 gold for your efforts. It is a small fortune by anyones standards. Thank you again.
Just outside the Nashkel Inn, a man approached us. Actually, he approached me, and
spoke.
I am Death come for thee. Surrender, and thy passage shall bequicker.
What? Im not surrendering to anything! I declared.
Struggle if you must, dead-one, I do not mind working for my money. Why
NIMBUL has been hired to deal with the likes of you, Ill never know.
He was skilled with his weapon, even more so than Greywolf, but once again the
presence of my companions proved the difference in his defeat. He had a letter from his
employer on his body.
Nimbul,
The money you have received from Tranzig should cover your usual fee. Your
assignment is a difficult one, but Im sure that you are up to the task. There is a
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They are led by a whelp named Rolanna. You are to kill Rolanna, and all that travel
with her. I warn you; they might not look like much, but they are very dangerous.
Good hunting!
Tazok
My opponents were now seeking out special individuals specifically to send them on
my trail. The name on the letter was also significant, since Tazok was already associated
with the iron shortage. This was the first hard evidence that the attempts on my life and
the iron shortage were related.

Gnoll Stronghold
Jaheira came to me, and told me she had decided it was time I experienced leading a
party on my own. She and Khalid were leaving to do some independent investigation of
the iron shortage and the bandit problem. She suggested I do some adventuring in the
Nashkel area, to gain what she called some seasoning. They would meet up with us in
Beregost in about two weeks.
Right after she left, Xan came to me, saying I apologize if I seem abrupt, but I must
be leaving, and quickly. He had to report to his superiors, but promised we might run in
to each other again, assuming we all werent killed in the interim. His last words were,
While my stay with you was admittedly fruitless, it has, at least, been fun. I might even
enjoy sharing another ill-fated adventure with you, should you ever require the use of my
considerable talents.
Garrick as well was leaving, to make his own way as a traveling bard. He seemed a
little sad to part company, but as he said, Ah well, I suppose it will give me the
opportunity to work on this new ballad Ive been thinking ofI bet youll never guess
who the protagonists are!
The party I was leading was down to two people, Imoen and me. I decided to look
around Nashkel for recruits. I first talked to a strange, bald headed warrior, who I found
simply enough standing in the main (and only) street. He had odd purple tattoos on his
head, with a two-handed sword swinging from his back.
I agree Boo, they look to be friendly, he greeted us. I was surprised at his words,
since he had no companion. Greetings, we are Minsc and Boo. We have traveled far to
explore this land, but now my charge Dynaheir has been taken from us. Twas gnolls, and
once we have tracked them I will beat sense into their heads until they release her.
Accompany us and bards will sing the deeds of Minsc and Booand friends. A small
rat, what I later learned is called a hamster, was peeping out of a pouch at his belt. I
realized that Boo was this creature.
Excuse me, but are you speaking to a rodent? I asked, surprised.
Boo is my faithful animal companion, and more than he seems.
The classic dilemma of the damsel in distress! How could anyone decline! Here
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Take heart fellow adventurers, for you have curried the favor of Boo, the only
miniature giant space hamster in the Realm! My friend and companion ever since my h-
h-head wound, he will lead us to victory! Onward to the Gnoll Stronghold in the west!
Tarry not! We must go soon!
I searched around a bit more, coming across a mage dressed in red. He took one look
at the group with me, and called out.
I am the wizard Edwin and I require you! He muttered to himself, but loudly
enough I could hear, Yes, they will do nicely. He then struck a commanding pose, and
told me, I would have you kill a witch, the witch Dynaheir. She is treacherous, but with
your participation, I foresee no difficulty. Will you assist?
I was surprised to find someone else interested in this Dynaheir. Why would you
have this woman dead? Am I to kill her without knowing?
Frankly, yes. It is no concern of yours. You need but perform the act with no
questions. What is your answer?
I felt uneasy with Edwin, a feeling I did not get with Minsc. However, Dynaheir was
an unknown. I felt I would learn more about what was going on if I agreed to Edwins
conditions and allowed him to accompany us. I would know the price you offer before I
take the job.
The prize I offer would surely be beyond measure in your meager understanding.
Either take the job or not!
It sounds but a simple task. Ill do as you ask.
Of course you will, it is as expected. He muttered to himself, I will lead them to
her and she cannot hope to prevail. He nodded sagely in my direction. I will travel with
you until the deed be done. I last heard of her traveling to the west of Nashkel, close to
the gnoll stronghold located there.
I was in a local tavern when I overheard a man sitting at a nearby table say to his
serving girl, Ah yes, theahtab. Umanother ale young miss, and Ill be sure to
have your funds ready. She replied something to the effect that even the great Volo
shouldnt think of skipping out on a bill. I wondered if this could actually be the famous
author, one of whose pamphlets I owned. I walked over and introduced myself, and to my
surprise he allowed me to sit at his table.
Greetings fellow traveler, said Volo, for I see by your garb that you do not call
this place home. Sit with me awhile, and enjoy the atmosphere of this fine fair while we
recant tales of lands far and far-seeming. I have wandered the width and breadth of
Faerun, but yet have I to find such hospitality, as that of a simple country festival. Its a
shame that the festivities are marred by the events as of recent, though they certainly put
up a brave face, do they not? You look confused, so perhaps you know not of the local
trouble that continues to vex the most gracious people of Nashkel. If you have just
arrived I could, for the price of an ale and an ear, relate what I know. Shall I tell you of
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Of course, I had already mostly solved the troubles in the mines, but I was still
interested in what he had to say. My companions and I have an interest in the mines.
Tell me what you know.
The word is, that all across the expansive Sword Coast, from the Cloudpeaks to
Baldurs Gate, an ore shortage is severely crippling local trade. Bandits -purportedly both
human AND demihuman- raid caravans, whilst ore reaching its destination becomes
brittle and useless following smelting, strangely afflicted by an odd, iron-weakening
plague. As though this were not cause for alarm in itself, production at the mine outside
of Nashkel has fallen, with the substantially lower yields being blamed on nervous
workers. Mysterious disappearances of several miners have set the whole area on edge,
where something must shift the balance to one side, or the other.
Would you consent to another tale? I also have an interest in the story of the
Captain of the Guard.
Just let me finish my drink, and then we can carry on through the wee hours with
our tales. He hastily finished his drink, and let me buy him another, before he continued.
I hear that Commander Brage, of the Amnish guard, has been missing for some
weeks now following a strange alteration in his behavior. Where once he was a well
thought-of family man, he has turned to senseless mayhem, effecting a rampage the likes
of which I have never heard. His fellow soldiers noted nothing out of sorts that could
trigger such a transformation, but one notable item seems relevant. If not for the iron
shortage it would have gone unnoticed but, prior to his mad rage, the commander
procured a new sword. The importance of this information, I have no way of verifying.
I ordered another drink for him, after which he started another tale. He had heard of
what had happened in the mine, and I suspect recognized me, but had slyly kept back this
information until now.
Many a story have I collected from across this great realm, though sometimes I am
at a loss whether to believe them or not, due to their extraordinary circumstance. Such a
tale is this, wherein lies the story of a band of hearty adventurers moving amidst the
shadows of the land, effecting change where it is needed. I was enjoying the simple fare
of the celebrations in Nashkel, when the strangest news hit the town. It would seem the
mines, long plagued by unexplained deaths, had been inundated by a horde of ill-
mannered kobolds, under the direction of a rather unscrupulous and hygienically suspect
cleric of Cyric. Dispatching of the villain with appropriate brevity, the heroes freed the
mine, and are the sole reason for the trickle of iron finally winding its way to the Gate
now. None seem to recall their names, but the consensus agrees they were great of
stature, and cut an impressive figure across the plains.
An interesting story, to be sure. Well met Volo, and good luck on your journeys.
And you as well. I am quite certain our paths will cross again.
I asked him to sign the pamphlet authored by him that I owned, then took my leave.
We next went outside town to visit the great carnival which had set up business here. Due
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Hi, come well and welcome! greeted one showman, to a crowd consisting only of
my companions and me. You have stumbled upon The Great Gazib Show, starring yours
truly, the Great Gazib!!! Allow me to introduce the Amazing Oopah, the worlds only
exploding ogre!
He made elaborate motions with his hands, then an ogre appeared before us.
Surprised, I took a step back. The ogre then exploded with a loud phoom. I dutifully
tossed a few small coins in the hat provided for that purpose, while Imoen begged him to
show us the trick another time.
Fun for the whole family! Now, lets try that crowd pleaser one more time.
The ogre appeared again, and exploded. Imoen added some more coins, and pleaded
for another show. I know how annoying she can be when she wants something, and the
showman quickly came around.
Youre either a die-hard fan or a sadist, friend His eyes glazed over, as if he
were looking inward, to some other place. No, Oopah, just one more, one last one, then
you can go back to the tentOopah, put the weapon down -- Oopah? The ogre
appeared, enraged, weapon in hand. The Great Gazib fled screaming. It was left to us to
kill the ogre.
In a small tent nearby we talked to a merchant.
An explorer of the lands seeking wonders and oddities. Well, both I have.
Unfortunately, I paid thrice the price for my iron wares, and not a piece is salable!
Mayhaps the guard will take more notice when old swords wear and the new snap like
twigs in autumn. Nevertheless, you came here to buy and I do have something special
just for you. These potions are strange magic from a distant shore. A swallow of the
violet and a Titans might shall possess you; ever after exceptional strength is yours.
Drink down the red mix and your insights will rival Elminster, your clarity of thought
indefinitely enhanced. To you I offer them at the bargain price of 50 gold apiece, as
restitution for my depleted selection. If they do not perform as I have promised, your
money I will courteously refund. Will you relieve my hands of the violet?
If it does what you say, Ill gladly take it, I told him, figuring this potion would
come in handy in a desperate situation.
Already you must feel stronger just holding it in your hand. Yes, your packs weigh
lightly upon your shoulders. Will you convince me of your satisfaction by purchasing the
red elixir?
Your first potion seems genuine enough. Ill take the second as well!
Your eyes grow wide with the light of knowledge. Go forth now and I will enjoy
the satisfaction of future great deeds done with my assistance. Ample compensation for
practically giving merchandise away. Out, everyone out! You have picked me clean! I
can afford no more good deeds this day!
I had occasion later to find his potions did not perform quite as advertised. The violet
potion indeed raised ones strength to rival a legendary titan, but its effect on other
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We continued to wander about the fair. A tout called out as we passed.


Come one, come all! Take a look at the stone warrior maiden. How long has she
been trapped in this petrified form, no one knows! Be the first to learn, for the mere price
of 500 gold. For that small amount of money, I shall give you a magic scroll, and with
this scroll you can release the maiden from her stone prison. Think of the gratitude she
would feel to her saviors. Perhaps shes a princess from some far off land, or maybe a
powerful sorceress in search of a concubine. You cant afford not to know! Buy the
scroll!
The statue was a very lifelike representation of a woman, heavily armored and
brandishing a mace. I convinced Edwin to grudgingly examine it, and he agreed it could
be a magically transformed person. I returned to the Temple of Helm in Nashkel, which I
recalled sold scrolls to convert stone to flesh much cheaper than the touts price. When I
returned to the carnival, Imoen used the scroll on the statue. The stone form before us
instantly became a living woman.
By the ice breath of Auril! she yelled in relief. Tis good to see new faces and
taste freedom again. I am Branwen, a War-priest from the Norheim isles. I have been
trapped in stone for what seems like an eternity. You have saved me, and for that I owe
you my life. I am indebted to you and by Tempus I leave no debt unpaid! Let me join
whichever cause youre fighting for, I should make a valuable ally and bring the favor of
the Lord of Battles upon us.
The tout who had been trying to sell us a scroll to free Branwen yelled out in fear,
The statue has come to life!! and ran off. I looked after him curiously before replying
to her.
Were always on the lookout for another warrior. We could also use someone with
clerical talents.
I am glad to be part of your war party. I will not make you regret your decision. A
word of caution though: beware of the dog that entrapped me in stone. Tranzig he called
himself. He was in the employ of a mercenary group, but I do not know the name. I shall
see him dead before I see the shores of home again!
When we returned to Naskel, Volo was just leaving town, going north. He had hired
someone to carry most of his luggage. He hailed me, assuring me we would meet again.
When he saw Branwen in the party, he winked, and left us with a few parting words.
Tis surprising what one can learn at a simple country fair, hmm?
We left Nashkel ourselves, headed west, towards the gnoll stronghold where Minsc
believed Dynaheir was being held. I talked to Minsc as we walked, a trying activity as he
kept on including Boo in his conversation, which as far as I could tell with closer
observation was a completely ordinary animal. I learned that he was a berserker warrior
from the nation of Rashemen in the utter east. He was currently undertaking his dejemma,
a ritual journey to manhood, and was seeking adventure and glory in battle. As part of the
dejemma, he was also the bodyguard of a young Wychalarn of Rashemen named
Dynaheir. He was unsure as to why she had led them to the Sword Coast, but his loyalty
was unquestioning. If he served her well and distinguished himself in battle, he hoped to
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considered his most notable experience in the world abroad to be the acquisition of his
animal companion Boo, a creature that he claimed was a miniature giant space hamster.
It was my personal opinion that Minsc had surely taken too many blows to the head. I
used my ability to charm him, but all I learned was that he was as he appeared. That
didnt necessarily mean Dynaheir was trustworthy.
We had entered the foothills of the Cloudpeak Mountains. It was getting late in the
day. A man holding a bow stepped into our path as we were passing through a lightly
forested area.
Ah, weary travelers, well met! he called out. Neville, the fairest of all fair bandits,
at your service. What may I do for you this hour?
Well, for starters, you could tell your men in the bushes to drop their bows and step
out into the open. I had noticed he was not alone.
Did you find all five of them, then? Pity, I shall have to train them better. Anyhow,
Im afraid that I cant abide by your wishes: my men would think me a coward to
surrender in the face of such a paltry force. Truly, I see no other choice than to order
them to fire at will and rob your sad corpses of any iron they may carry. Come men, I
believe the choice before us is clear.
The bandit, who was human, and his five hobgoblin men attacked us. It was my
first opportunity to see my companions in action. Minsc fearlessly charged the nearest
hobgoblin wildly swinging his two-handed sword, Branwen close behind, mace in hand,
yelling Tempus! Give us victory! Edwin, with his own cry of Your worthless lives
end here! cast several spells, even while dodging a few arrows sent his way. Imoen was
cool, as always, standing back firing arrows. The action did not last long. All of the
bandits were down, while none of the party had suffered any serious injuries. Branwen
was quickly able to heal what minor hurts there were with her clerical magic.
We rested for a while afterwards, allowing me time to speak to Branwen. She had
left her home of Seawolf in the Norheim isles at an early age. She was apparently reviled
by her own people for wanting to become a priest, a station reserved exclusively for the
men of the village. She harbored no resentment, realizing that her faith must face such
tests or be worthless. She traveled the coast, offering her services to local militias, and
eventually came into the employ of an adventuring troupe in the Nashkel area. Branwen
had no idea that the group was participating in banditry, however, and on their first raid
she balked at attacking a caravan of unarmed merchants. A mage named Tranzig turned
her to stone in the ensuing fight. Despite the unfavorable outcome, Branwen felt that
Tempus viewed her actions approvingly, since to attack those that are unarmed is the
basest of villainy. My charm ability verified that this account was truthful.
As we continued, at some slight, probably just Minsc brushing against him, Edwin
suddenly called out in a loud voice, Must you crowd so close? Tis bad enough I must
walk with you chimps.
Boo does not like your manner, replied Minsc. Away with ye.
Watch your words when addressing me, Edwin fired back, lest they be fed to you
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Shortly thereafter, we set up our camp for the night. It was after a meal, and I had
already laid out my blankets for sleeping, as well as doffing my pack, armor and cloak,
that I had an opportunity to talk to Edwin. When I questioned him about his past, he
sneered that he did not intend to reveal such information, and that it was none of my
business. He further stated that I was lucky enough to simply share his company, and
then muttered something about leaving whenever he wished. After observing him during
the day, he obviously cared little for the camaraderie of others, and seemed to take more
pleasure in speaking to himself than in interacting with anyone else. His attire brazenly
displayed the colors of the Red Wizards of Thay, though why a member of that
organization would come so far west was puzzling. I had felt uncomfortable with him
from first meeting him; I resolved to try my charm ability to get some useful information
out of him. I concentrated on him, and asked why the Red Wizards had sent him. To my
surprise, he angrily replied he had already refused to answer any questions, and if I hoped
to live a long life, I should stop prying into his affairs. This was the first time my charm
ability hadnt worked. I would have to wait until we actually found Dynaheir, and see
what happened then.
The next day, as it was nearing its end, we came across a female warrior, heavily
armored in plate mail, the type of armor I should probably soon get in place of the splint
mail I was wearing. She greeted us with a smile, Ah, I sense a party of adventurers that
seeks to do good in the world. She did narrow her eyes at Edwin as she said this, though.
How would you like to fend off a herd of gibberlings?
Yes, we would gladly join you for a while, I replied, happy enough to be of
assistance.
Wonderful. You should prepare yourselves. Fire magics work well against the
gibberlings, so if you have such spells, use them.
Shortly thereafter at least two dozen gibberlings attacked. The female warrior led the
battle against them, every pass of her sword seeming to end the life of one of her foes. At
the end of the battle, she said she had to leave. I was sorry to see her depart, after seeing
her battle prowess. Before she left, she said, Gibberlings are a plague that must be wiped
from the Sword Coast. Perhaps we will meet again. She added her name, Laurel, then
disappeared heading south.
We had to fight several more groups of monsters that day, and cross a small river.
We rested the night, then continued on. On reaching a chasm, the only way forward was
by means of a suspension bridge. Halfway across two half ogres entered from the other
side, blocking our progress. One yelled to us.
Stop! You go nowhere! This our bridge, you pay to walk it!
Yeah, you pay, added the second. 200 for all heads, or lose heads!
200 gold is a little steep, dont you think? I replied, steadily leading the others
forward towards the half-ogres. I mean, do I look like I have that kind of coin in
abundance?
O.K. maybe 200 gold too much, allowed the second half-ogre. Maybe you pay
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100 gold for all heads, or lose heads! agreed the first. Pretty good deal!
Still too much, I think. I had just about reached the lead half-ogre by this point.
Id rather just take a long route around.
Your head so dumb you not miss it! yelled the first one, readying his weapon.
Yeah! agreed his companion. We kill you, take stuff, and get gold anyway! Dumb
head!
The half-ogres were so large that only one could fight on the suspension bridge at a
time, while Minsc and I could both melee the lead half-ogre. With the aid of the others
behind us, the lead creature, then the second, fell.
On the other side of the bridge, we entered the gnolls stronghold. Roughly fitted
stonework formed the towers, walls and buildings of their lair. I do not believe the gnolls
constructed it. They care little for manual labor, leaving that to their captives they do not
eat; the constantly shifting, violent, alliances of various bands and factions within bands
also tends to prevent the accomplishment of any long term goals.
We faced a few dozen gnolls. Fortunately, we faced them in small groups at a time,
since our entry came as a complete surprise to them. After we defeated their chieftain,
what gnolls remained scattered. We freed a few goblin slaves, but most of their captives
we found as dismembered, partially eaten corpses. Dynaheir, however, we located in a
separate cell. Perhaps intimidated by her magic, or desiring her for a special sacrifice to
some dark god, they had let her live. When we found her, I explained it had been at
Minscs insistence that we had made the search.
Minsc continues to make the mostunique of acquaintances, diplomatically
commented Dynaheir, nodding in his direction. To follow his charge thou art brave
indeed. Thine assistance is most appreciated. Twas a dastardly fate thou have saved me
from.
Edwin yelled from where he was standing behind me, Why do you stay the killing
blow?! Kill her!!
I did not sense any of the wrongness from Dynaheir I felt from Edwin in abundance,
not that I was about to kill anyone just because I was told to do so.
I see bravery was not all that motivates thee, said Dynaheir coldly, noting Edwins
red robes. I take it I am rescued from one death to die by another then? How can the
cause be just? I urge caution; the likes of him are best kept at pole-arms length.
Listen not to the witchs lies! protested Edwin. We had a deal!
Put aside his paranoid goals, insisted Dynaheir. I make a far better friend than
enemy.
I agreed with her. It was likely she would prove a much better friend than Edwin. A
voice of reason at last. Join my group with no fear. I never liked him anyway.
I knew intelligence would prevail, she said. Simple common-sense, the foil of
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Edwin muttered, If theyll not do the deed then our deal is forfeit! To me, he said,
You side with the witch then you will die with her! Beware my return!
I should keep an eye towards Edwin, warned Dynaheir, although I did not think he
would have the courage to return by himself. One can only expect treachery from his
kind.
This witch deceives you with her lies! insisted Edwin, although it would have been
obvious to anyone less self-absorbed that no one present was listening to him. I tell you
she is evil!
Evil to thy cause? Perhaps, allowed Dynaheir, however, those of decent nature
know otherwise.
Minsc had become incensed at the threat to his charge. Lay a finger on what I
protect and forevermore ye will answer natures call with a hook!
There is no protection if you goad me further, witch! yelled Edwin angrily.
Any protection would be courtesy, not necessity, replied Dynaheir hotly. My
power is no less than thine!
Her power is nothing without the will to use it! said Edwin. Step from behind
your excuses and let us end this here!
Stand ye not too close! Minsc hefted his sword suggestively. Dynaheir is under
my protection!
Thou shalt not question my will once I present thy neck to the Orthlor! added
Dynaheir. Branwen, Imoen and I moved to Dynaheirs side.
It had apparently sunk in to Edwin that he was challenging the entire party. He left. I
made no move to stop him.

Cloud Peak Mountains


I decided to take a somewhat more southerly route on my trip back to Nashkel,
through the Cloud Peak Mountains on the northern border of Amn. The first day involved
strenuous climbing up and down ridges. I questioned Dynaheir about her background.
She was guarded in what she said. She confirmed what Minsc had told me, that she was
from Rashemen, with Minsc warding her as part of his dejemma, a right of passage.
Dynaheir seemed to be involved in something similar, but she would only state that great
things were foretold for the Sword Coast. She was very sure of herself, seemed possessed
with an old-world sensibility, and was very demanding of her companions. I decided to
try my charm ability on her, asking why she had come to this region. Her reply was
interesting.
I am Dynaheir, a witch of Rashemen. I and my comrade Minsc have been sent by
the Wychalarn to determine if the prophecies of Alaundo are true. We search for the
spawn of Bhaal.
An unexpected connection to Alaundo, whose prophecies I had heard chanted every
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my own goals. In fact, I would willingly help her if I could, although I had no idea where
such a thing could be found. I must admit I felt a little guilty using my charm ability to
pry into her secrets, and was glad that she would not remember the conversation.
The second day a small party stopped us, led by a female warrior. She hailed us.
Travelers from the north, halt! You trespass quite deep into Amnish territory.
Perhaps you have come to spy upon our supposed troop build up. Its quite funny, the
stupid notions you northern barbarians can get stuck in your heads.
Are you saying that Amn does not threaten Baldurs Gate? I asked.
Of course not. Our mighty nation has better things to do than attack some self
important barbarian city. Anyhow, take our advice, and go back from whence you came.
Before you go, who are you that you would roam about the Cloudpeaks. It is a very
dangerous place at this time of year.
I am Sendai, of the noble merchant house of Argrims, foremost family in Amn.
Delgod, Alexander and I have come out here to hunt game. Though perhaps you would
make for better sport. I assume you would have no problem with this?
What kind of monster would hunt his fellow human like a wild animal?
Of course I was not serious. What I said, I did in jest. You with your barbarian
mentality would of course misconstrue my meaning.
Sure lady. Well be going now.
Goodbye peasants. I wish you luck on your journeys, youll probably need it.
Sendai and the others left us. I do not believe she was joking when she stated she
considered us game fit for hunting. If she actually represented one of the foremost
families of Amn, I worried for that country.
Late that same day a pair of bandits stopped us. They brazenly stepped from the side
of the trail into our path barely a few steps away. The lead bandit addressed us.
Hey there! Seems like your little partys wandered a bit off the beaten path. Well,
thats too bad for you, cause youve had the misfortune of meeting the fastest draw in the
west. See that man over yonder. His names Zal, and hes the fastest dart thrower that has
ever walked the Sword Coast. Now, if I were you, I wouldnt want to test the patience of
such a man. So why dont you do the wise thing and hand over all your money.
Otherwise youre going to be in a heap of trouble.
One thing I had determined to do was end as much banditry as possible, but these
two seemed so green I decided to give them a chance. I have no desire to fight a pair of
idiots, nor am I going to give you any of our money. Get lost.
HEAR THAT ZAL! yelled the first bandit in disbelief. Seems they dont take you
seriously. Guess its time to show what for, huh? Sorry guys, but youre in for a world of
hurt.
I can only assume they had already intimidated a few travelers with this spiel, which
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weapon when a warrior is in your face raining sword blows. We buried the two nearby,
where they had made their camp, on a lovely shaded hillside.
The next day we were surprised by a beautiful woman running towards us. Her brief
revealing garment seemed formed of twining, leafed vines. I thought I recognized her
from tales I had heard from Jaheira. She must be a dryad; such creatures are always
associated with a particular tree in a symbiotic relationship. Any harm coming to one
member of the partnership affects the other.
Please, kind spirits, she begged when she reached us, a wondrous ancient oak is
in peril. It is about to be attacked by two who would defile the majesty of nature. They
have avoided my charms, and must be stopped before irreparable harm is done. Would
you heed my plea?
Only the basest villains would take advantage of a gentle forest spirit! I could not
bear the thought of harm coming to so kind a creature. Lead on, and I will deal with
them!
I thank you, for although they seem dim of wit, they still could do much damage.
This way.
We followed her a short distance. On cresting a small rise, the dryad pointed out two
half-ogres standing near a magnificent oak. The dryad said, There, they are just ahead. I
implore you, do what you must to make them leave.
We hurried forward to intercept the two, although at the moment they were only
staring at the tree. They finally noticed our approach, whereupon they took up staring at
us.
Hey dere, said one, Im Caldo and dis is my brother Krumm.
Uhhhhyeah, said Krumm, a half-ogre of few words.
We think dis heres a magic tree, Caldo patiently explained, cuz its all alone up
here and so big. Probably got gnomes or pixies or sumthin in it, so were gonna bust it
down and take any treasure! Aint that right Krumm? You wanna help? Its a big tree,
probably got enough gold fer alluh us!
You dont really want to do this do you? I tried to reason with him. Just think of
how beautiful this tree is. Its truly a wonder of nature.
Well if yer not gonna help, Caldo started slowly, then with greater force and speed
as a conclusion rumbled its way through his brain, Im not gonna let you sit and watch
us do it! Yous were probably gonna rob us when were done, wernt cha? Me an Krumm
dont cotton to bandits one bit! Do we Krumm?
What? replied Krumm, still half a dozen sentences back trying to figure out what
was going on. However, when Caldo attacked us he managed to determine he should join
in, which meant he shared Caldos fate.
The dryad had been standing pensively by while we fought the two. After they were
dead, she said, Thanks be to you! Here is a potion that might help you on your
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ogres where they lay, to feed the oak and the creatures of the forest. I think Jaheira would
have approved.
Another unexpected result of this journey was that Imoen and Dynaheir became very
close. Imoen would often have long talks with her at night by the fire, or while walking
during the day. From the little I overheard they were often talking of the intricacies of
magic; I wondered if perhaps Imoen had picked up more from Gorion on that subject
than I had thought.

West of Beregost
We returned to Nashkel only long enough to restock our supplies. There was still
over a week before we needed to meet Jaheira, and I had decided to pass though the area
west of Beregost, south of Candlekeep, and north of the gnoll stronghold from which we
had rescued Dynaheir.
We were a day into the wilderness when an attractive young woman in studded
leather armor hailed us. More specifically, she hailed Minsc.
Ive been looking fora strong man like yourself. I have a problem that only you
can help me solve. Minsc had a bemused look on his face. I was amazed, and a little
jealous, at the effect she had achieved by the tone of her voice and the undulations of her
body as she walked forward to meet us. She continued, still mainly addressing Minsc.
Well, good sir, you may call me Safana. Youll have to excuse me if I sound startled,
but in the south were I come from they dont grow their men as big as you. Anyhow, if
you want, I have a way to make you all fabulously wealthy. In my possession, I have a
map that gives the location of an old pirate treasure trove. According to the writings on
the map, its where the legendary Black Alaric dumped his treasure before being captured
by the Amnish fleets! You interested in hearing more?
Were always interested in hearing about money, I answered, trying to draw her
attention to me. There were always uses to which money could be put.
The reason I need a heroic man, is that that the caverns where I wish to go are
guarded by some sort of creature; which kind I couldnt tell you. If you help me, Ill let
you share in the treasure. I may be grateful in other ways, as well.
We agree. I didnt sense any of the strong wrongness I had felt from, say, Edwin,
and was happy enough to increase the size of my small band.
Oh, thank you, you wont regret your decision. I know that powerful heroes like
you will easily push through any obstacles in our path. Well, we should be off then. From
what my map showed, the pirate cove is located somewhere along the coast, just south of
Candlekeep.
We were nearing the coast. Not only were the calls of seagulls sometimes audible,
but I could see the top of a lighthouse off the way we were headed. We came upon a
woman walking among the scattered trees. Her robes were embroidered with zodiacal
symbols, and she carried a walking stick. When she noticed us, she immediately began
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I know why youre here. Its the same reason everyone else comes to see me, and
you shall get the same answer. I do NOT know when the iron shortage will let up, I have
NO CLUE as to who controls the bandits in the area, and I have NO INTEREST in
accompanying you to the gambling tables in Baldurs Gate.
Pardon me, I replied, somewhat startled by her vehemence, but if you do not
trouble yourself with the events of the day, what purpose do your star-gazings serve?
What purpose? The Sword Coast is by no means the center of the universe. Lives
and dramas are lived out across the Realms. There are lands closer than you would think
that neither know nor care about our little problems.
And what of these lands? What intrigues lay beyond our borders?
Well, just across the southern mountains there are troubles brewing in great Amn
that will make our current concerns seem small by comparison. To the far north there is a
city where winter never rears its ugly head; a city that has not been seen nor heard from
for many a year, but will soon welcome the return of a multitude of citizens. Both of
these events will unfold regardless of our current troubles. Great may be our concerns,
but much more is on the horizon. Leave me be, I have much to think upon.
Surprisingly, we ran into another fortuneteller soon after. She acted more like what I
would expect. After introducing herself, when we learned her name was Arkushule, she
began a well-practiced line of patter, no doubt to cause us to part with some of our coins.
Who might you be then? Ah, great adventurers no doubt? I could tell by your hands.
Stained with magic and the effort of hefting a weapon. Such markings may be invisible to
the average eye, but I can see them plain as day. I can see a lot plain as day. Care for a
consultation? Perhaps a little old-fashioned palm reading? A little gypsy magic to steer
your course straight and true?
I see no harm in a little divination on your part. I was amused by her conversation,
and wished to hear more, even if it was only vague generalities. Here is my palm. What
does it tell you?
Lets have a look now. Interesting. Though you live the hard life now, your hand
tells of a softer existence not long ago. I assume that you have just recently taken to the
road?
That much is true, yes, although my age would have told anyone that. Do go on.
I thought as much. Lets have a little closer look now. Back down your life line. I
see a scholarly influence, and you are well educated. You had a mentor that was a great
sage? Perhaps of considerable power as well?
This was more impressive; I didnt see how she had deduced this. My foster father
Gorion was a sage, and a bit of a mage as well. Go on.
You had a reasonably happy childhood with him, aside from being a little difficult.
My my, but you were quite the little hellion. Wonder where that comes from? Lets see
what we cant learn about you back before this Gorion. Further back I seeI seeMadre
de merced! I-see-a-long-and-happy-life-for-you-and-yours. 10 gold please and Ill be on
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What? What is it that you saw? I assumed she was just acting to get a little extra
above her normal fee.
I saw nothing! You will live long and enjoy life and I will be going now! Back from
me!
You must tell me, please dear lady. I realized she actually was frightened;
naturally, this made me even more anxious to know what she thought she had seen.
I have told all I am going to. Stay back from me! Your life is none of my affair!
Please, I dont mean to be rude. Just tell me what your vision revealed.
Stay away from me! I warn you, Ill not let you near me! She ran off. I stood there,
frustrated.
The lighthouse, when we reached it, proved to be abandoned, although it could not
have been too many years since the wooden buildings about its base were still in good
shape. A little north of here Safana became excited. She thought the coastline matched
the map she had, and insisted we look for a cave along the tide line at once. We continued
a ways along the shore, when suddenly three women appeared out among the waves
crashing to shore. They quickly swam to land, standing before us. We had not seen them
swimming further out, which made me wonder if they were actually denizens of the sea,
who could breath under water.
This is not your place, spoke the lead blue-skinned woman This is the home of
Sils tribe! Dirty land folk, you shall suffer for your trespass.
It seemed not unlikely that Safanas greed had in fact led us to trespass upon what
they claimed. I later learned we faced here sirines, a generally neutral sea-dwelling folk.
There was no opportunity to negotiate with them, however, since Sil and her companions
attacked. They fired vicious arrows that caused grievous damage when they hit, and
managed to charm Dynaheir with their magic. They had no corresponding special
protection for themselves, and proved all too vulnerable to our swords and arrows. After
they were dead, Safana pointed out a cave entrance not too far ahead. Since we were
already in this far, we might as well investigate.
The cave actually did contain treasure, guarded by flesh golems, magical constructs.
After we defeated them, Safana, having found her treasure, was understandably pleased,
and addressed us all.
Well, we have worked well together, wouldnt you agree? Perhaps we could
continue this working relationship beyond just one treasure hunt, that is, if youll have
me. If you havent guessed yet, my skills are of a thieving nature.
Sure you can work with us any time, I agreed. Although not entirely satisfied with
the way things had turned out, for which I wasnt sure how much Safana was to blame,
she had proven herself in combat, in scouting, and in detecting the traps which had also
been in the cave.
Youve made the right decision, she assured us, but now we should talk about the
leadership of this group, I think it needs overhauling. No one took her up on her offer,
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I made a special effort to talk to her as we rested. Asked about her past, Safana spun
tale upon tale involving fantastic liaisons with pirate captains, nobles, and royalty of all
shapes and sizes. The consistent details seemed to be that she grew up in the city of
Calimport, surrounded by luxury. Her father was a very influential noble, and though she
could have had anything, she apparently found herself too confined by her fathers
protective arm. She ran away in her early teens with the help of the first mate of the pirate
ship Exzesus, and remained with the crew for several years as they raided up and down
the Sword Coast. Eventually she tried to manipulate the captain and found herself in a lot
of trouble, escaping when the ship was at port in Baldurs Gate. She had many stories of
her escapades after that, but if there was a grain of truth in them, I certainly couldnt find
it. I used my charm ability to ask her why she was traveling with us.
For once I dont have to feign my affection for others, I noticed she looked
towards Minsc as she said this, I really do find you so very attractive. I can think of no
others that I would wish to travel with.
When we left the cave, we were still battered, despite the ministrations of Branwen.
It was dusk when we came across another solitary wanderer. Our day for such, it would
seem. The man, dressed in black, nodded his head as he looked us over before speaking.
It would seem that you travelers are in need; it is lucky that I found you. It is not
often that I meet travelers in these parts of the wilderness. If you desire, I have the skills
necessary to heal you.
Certainly, we do need your healing; but first, could you tell us who you are?
You may call me the Surgeon. I heal others in penance for what I have done in my
past. Many have died because of a foolish act of charity on my part. I have a brother, an
evil man by the name of Davaeorn. He lives because I was too weak hearted to kill him
when I had the chance. Many have died at his hands, includingour own father. I have
heard that he has come to this region, and I hope to meet him one day, to rectify my
previous mistake. Your group seem to be adventurersperhaps you might come to fight
my brother. This may be wishful thinking on my partbut take this, it would help you in
any fight against magic users. He handed us a scroll, then proceeded to heal us of all our
hurts, before continuing on his way.
That night, as we sat around the fire, Safana asked Minsc, My feet are very sore,
perhaps you could massage them.
Your words are as sharp as my blade, he replied, though not half as shiny. Oooo,
shiny. He went over to her, massaging her feet for a while. Dynaheir looked on with a
grim expression, but she said nothing, or at least waited to scold Minsc until others could
not overhear.
The next day we met another scantily clad woman. She held out her hands to me in a
begging motion as she talked.
Please to help me, will you? I am alone on this desolate dry-land and who knows
what lurks in these woods.
Accompany me and I will make certain you are safe!
Wonderful! Perhaps a kiss to show my appreciation?

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Before I could intervene, Minsc gallantly stepped forward to accept her kiss. Her lips
briefly touched his; he fell, dead. Dynaheir cried out in outrage, Minsc! His mighty
berserker wrath will not go unremembered. Those of us left attacked the young woman.
She backed away, her arms up to shield her, crying, No! This is no longer fun! I
cannot die for this! They are my actions, but not my intent! I can but do as I am bid by
the master!
Restore my fallen and explain your actions, else I shall continue! I demanded.
I would not be here at all, but my shawl is held by Ogre-Droth. She performed
some magic, for Minsc again drew breath, although heavily injured. It is my essence he
commands, so to him I listen. It was a lark for a while, but no longer. I do not want to
harm you further, but if he so wills, then I must. It is all I can do.
Then I shall fight as best I can, I agreed, to release you from his grasp.
Oh. That could be interestingYes, do that. That wasnt quite the answer I was
expecting from someone I had just offered to free from slavery, but I was still resolved to
help her.
An ogre came shortly thereafter. He angrily demanded of the young woman, What
be this trouble Shoal? Why you have not destroyed these small-pinks? Youre not to
make me angry, water-child!
It is not my fault, Ogre-Droth, she protested. They are stronger than I.
Pah! They are meat for larder and gold for purse! Kill them we shall!
As you say, so it shall be, she meekly agreed, although she made no move to
attack.
By what right do you keep this creature captive, Ogre? I asked. Return what is
rightfully hers.
She told you this? The ogre laughed as he said this. You struck soundly to addle
her mind so. Tis true that I possess her shawl, but water-child my mate. Envy of all
others I am! I am Ogre-Mage Droth! I kill and kill WELL!
Droth was an unusual ogre, able to cast spells and quite dexterous with his weapon. I
had to dance around him to avoid his blows, which caused him to yell out, You blither
and blather like small yapping dog! Despite his magic, we were able to defeat him.
Minsc and Branwen joined me in facing him in melee, with battlecrys of Go for the eyes
Boo, GO FOR THE EYES! and By Tempus shield. as he proved no more resistant
than a normal ogre to a good blade.
By the waters of home, I am free once more! cried Shoal in exultation after the
combat ended. You must pardon me for leaving so quick, but Ill not spend another
second on this hard-land. It was a fun game, but it is stale now. Thank you, goodbye!
She sped off. When I later described this encounter to Jaheira, she identified Shoal as
a nereid, creatures generally neutral, but mischievous, with little thought of what their
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ogre, with magical abilities and the intelligence to carefully plan. Droth was not the last
creature of this type I was to run into.
It was dusk when we rounded a corner of a forest trail. Ahead, in a clearing, we
could see what was left of a small merchant caravan that had been attacked. An armored
woman standing at the edge of the clearing saw us, holding up her hand to stop us.
Please, I beg of you to go no further! Brage is there, strewn about with the carnage
he has wrought. I have tried to reason with him but it is as if he is possessed by anothers
soul. It was all I could do to flee the swing of his tremendous blade. Please, unless you
wish to witness madness in a once-good man, leave him be and pray the spirit leaves him
in good time. She paused, choking back a sob, before continuing.
Before this curse befell him, he was Captain of the Guard in Nashkel. I am his
cousin, Laryssa. For all the bonds of love and blood, save him from his present agony if
there be a way to do so.
She cast a frightened glance over her shoulder. Having appeared around the side of a
wrecked wagon, a man was walking towards us. He held a two handed sword. Despite the
tremors visible in his arms, the point of the weapon was directed towards us. His armor
was rent, and blood soaked. Laryssa backed away from him, but he ignored her, his eyes
fixed on me. He started to speak, although his words made little sense to me.
Greetings playthings, thou hast found me when I alone could not. I pray you left a
trail of crumbs to lead us all back again. The others did not, so they have decided to stay.
Shall we try to find the way home together? I pose to you a riddle, the answer to which I
once knew, but now cannot perceive. Remind me, and we shall all return unto the day.
Fail, and stay with me in the dark, forgetting whence we came.
It has neither mouth, nor teeth, Yet, it eats its food steadily. It has neither village,
nor home, nor hands, nor feet; yet it wanders everywhere. It has neither country, nor
means, nor office, nor pen; yet it is ready for fight - always. By day and by night there is
wailing about it. It has no breath, yet to all it appears.
Minsc confidently spoke to me an answer, the insect. Branwen corrected him,
predictably saying it must be war. Safana chose wind, while Imoen and Dynaheir at
the same time insisted on death. I was considering something unusual, like the moon,
but I knew who I trusted to answer a riddle.
Death. I loudly spoke, although it struck me as a strange spell that could be broken
by answering a riddle.
The end of night, where the light shines unto mine eyes and I can see clearly once
again! Brage dropped the sword, and started to cry. What hath I wrought!? Tis
horrible, HORRIBLE!! I will welcome the block that must await me at Nashkel! How
could I live with what Ive done! Please, thy must guide me to the town that I might pay
for my crimes! I fear I can keep my senses for only so long, and I must not be allowed to
do this again! Too many good people have lost their lives to me! Please.
Well see you back safe as we can, though I dont see how killing you will help
those that have died. We shall take you to the temple of Helm in hopes that you may be
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I fear I can do nothing for those Ive wronged whether I live or die, and I still know
not what led me to this. Its like a foul presence in my mind! I can only imagine that I
have finally succumbed to battle fatigue. Take my weapon, that I might not harm another!
Use it if thy wish, though Id rather it be destroyed. Innocent blood on everything! Id
only just acquired the sword. Such a waste this has been. Take me to Nashkel, I can bear
this no longer.
We returned to Nashkel with Brage and Laryssa. When we stood outside the Temple
of Helm, and Brage realized I had been serious in my words, he protested.
No, I cannot show my face here after what Ive done! Just give me to the guard that
I might take my punishment as I should! Do not disgrace me further in front of Helm!
I forced him inside. The priest, Nalin, seeing who was with me said, Calm yourself
Brage. Helm sees all that he wishes, and knows much of what you do not. It was your
hands indeed that did many a foul deed, but it was not your will alone. Intent is vital, and
yours was influenced without your knowledge. Justice will be done, but with atonement,
not punishment.
But my crimesmy familyI dont want to go on! cried Brage in anguish.
If you are returned to the garrison, pointed out Nalin, yours will be the only
willful killing that has occurred about this matter. It would be a waste of your life which,
fractured though it is, can still contribute much. Helm will see you through. As for our
intrepid friends here, I shall exceed the reward offered by Oublek. After all, it was the
same task of bringing Brage to justice. The Temple is in your debt for the return of its
lost son. I also left the cursed sword in the temples care before leaving.
I returned to the area west of Beregost, since I did not feel I had adequately explored
it. One morning we happened on an unusual sight. A man was directing half a dozen
diggers who were clearing rubble from what appeared to be a cave entrance. I motioned
the others forward, curious what was going on.
Put yer backs to those shovels, men! encouraged the foreman. If shes not out
tonight well lose er to the bandito scum!
You there! suddenly cried the foreman, having noticed us. State your business,
but dont move from where you stand! I dont want to have to sic the boys on you!
Relax, we mean no harm to ye, I assured him. Have ye had much trouble?
Have we? he repeated rhetorically. Aye, and plenty of it. Nary an eve goes by
without us losing another hand to the night. I swear, if we could just get a few moments
of uninterrupted digging donesay, you wouldnt be willing to do a little service for me,
would you? You could do a lot worse than working for ol Charleston Nib.
I would like to know just what I would be protecting, I answered cautiously.
What are you doing here? Looks to be glorified graverobbing in nothing but a decrepit
tomb.
You are partially right, though its not a tomb, but an ancient settlement. He spoke
with animation, enthusiastically describing what he was doing. It is also all that remains
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seem to have destroyed themselves in war. Perhaps today we will learn something more.
We are just about to break through into an inner chamber, perhaps the dwelling of the
village shaman himself. Mayhaps you could be of assistance to us? We need but keep the
camp secure a short while longer. Your very presence would probably dissuade anyone
from attacking us, though I do not know the force behind our misfortune. They seem to
take great pleasure in minor sabotage and kidnapping, though some of the missing men
may have just run off from fear. Nothing is ever stolen, which is odd for bandits, but they
must still be the cause. Will you help us?
It would be an honor to help you learned people in your quest for knowledge.
Assuming he was telling the truth.
Gracious we are! Now we stand a chance of completing the most exciting day of
our dig! Were going to try for an entire new room today, possibly the shaman or
chieftain quarters! We could find any number of relics within. Move amongst the men as
you will, as your presence will no doubt reassure them.
The foreman, Charleston Nib, returned to work. We stood guard, although most of
our attention was on what the diggers were doing. After a while another man entered the
site, but Charleston Nib motioned us it was alright, so obviously he was known. The man
approached me.
Why, hello there. Could we juststep aside a moment and have a little chat away
from prying ears?
First, my name is Gallor, said the man after we had moved off a little ways.
Second, we never had this conversation. Im the partner of that old mister Charleston
you met, except Im none too thrilled about the non-profit aspects of the whole thing. The
old man seems to think we should donate all our findings to some museum, whereas I am
ever so much more practical. I should think certain people would pay dearly for the
magical treasure we are about to unearth, and if they would be so eager, who are we to
stand in their way? I would like you to steal the item and remove Mr. Nib from my little
equation. You up to the task?
I had no intention of falling in with this plan, but I decided to get a little more
information by seeming to play along. Magical treasure? I was under the impression that
no one knows what is to be found there. Why are you so sure of its value?
Old mister Nib would never admit it, but that is mainly because he doesnt wish to
jinx the dig. From what I could decipher in the ancient writings, the final room contains
the plate that provides bounty, leading food unto god. Doesnt take a genius to figure
out what that means. Obviously the item under all that dirt and rubble is enchanted such
that it provides bounty. Whether its through increased crops or good hunting, I care
not. Regardless, an object of that age and enchantment should command a hefty price and
I intend to see that it does. You can be a part of it if you wish.
It is a very sketchy description that you offer. I should think that different deities
would require different bounty to be delivered. Do you know if this ancient one
preferred bounty that we would find valuable?
I care not whether the primitives who lived here worshipped chickens and the plate
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item associated with a god long since lost to the mists of time. Its former enchantments
may not even work, but it will still command an exorbitant price from a historian or
collector. Do you wish a piece of the pie or dont ya?
I would have to kill many of the working men if I attacked Charleston. It would be
a veritable slaughter, and I want no part of it.
Blast you! You are playing just as safe as the old man! So be it; I will find other
means to acquire a fair measure of profit from this fiasco! Best you continue on whatever
errand you be on.
I used my charm ability on Gallor, and asked him again why he was he here. He
answered, I dont have much to tell you that would be a surprise. I got roped into
helping fund this ridiculous old man, and now he wont use what he finds for profit. Id
rather have the whole dig to myself. He had been truthful to me, surprisingly so for
someone planning theft and murder. Fortunately for him, his crimes were theoretical
rather than actual; I told him to leave and not return.
I moved to talk to the foreman. I wanted to be sure what he was doing, and used my
charm ability on him. His eyes glazed over, and he willingly answered my question,
saying, Ive little to say, and less time to say it. All Im looking for is some clue to the
origins of the people that once lived here. We must know our history, lest we are doomed
to repeat it. I must go now.
The slackness left his face as he came back to himself. One of his workers came up,
telling him they had broken through. I followed Charleston back to the cave entrance.
The rubble had been cleared, which led him to crow excitedly.
Success! We are about to enter the last remaining room! Its sure to be the shamans
abode! Now well get some real information about what these peoples were truly like!
There were several connected rooms inside, formed by crude shaping of an existing
cave. Charleston quickly examined the room just inside the opening in the light of a
lantern. He passed through to another connecting room, then stopped at the entry to a
third room, obviously pleased. He entered, followed by the curious diggers, the rest of the
party and me. He examined a stone sarcophagus in the center of the room while the rest
of us watched.
Hey bossman, suddenly spoke one of the diggers, I dont feel so good. How old is
the air in this place?
A good question young man, he absently replied, still examining the sarcophagus.
I would guess that we are the first people to walk this room in nearly 5000 years. The
very gods of Netheril would have been young at that time.
Is sois so cold in hereI feelstrange, said the digger.
I hearI hear a voicein my head, stated another.
I hear the hollow voice, but it is but a mumble! The diggers voice was rising.
Speak up! Speak up and guide mine hands! RAAAAAAAGH!!
YouI see what you are! cried the digger. There is power to be had from your
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The half dozen workers crowded in with us suddenly attacked, swinging the picks
and shovels they carried. As they attacked, they yelled strange phrases.
KOZAH A PLET DAR CASS TOGLAH!!
KOZAH!! QAL TE-PAH KOZAH! SHE CAL KOZAH!
They came at us with an insane fury. Their vitality was superhuman; it was literally
necessary to dismember them before they stopped attacking. Charleston Nib had not been
affected; perhaps the diggers, who had been working so long directly in the caves mouth,
had been the only ones sufficiently exposed to be controlled.
II think I can explain the madness that overcame my men, he shakily explained
afterwards. They seemed to scream in some ancient tongues, but I recognize the word
Kozah. Its the name of an ancient power; the name of a god of pandemonium. The
tribe that lived here must have worshipped Kozah and the destruction he brought. The
artifact that lies within this stone sarcophagus must be what has caused all of this
bloodshed. Surely that artifact is cursed beyond belief! Please make sure it is within its
proper place and we will seal the entrance. Its best that it never sees the light of day.
I looked at the artifact he was referring to inside the sarcophagus. It was a crudely
carved man-like figure. Charleston explained, It depicts Kozah the Stormstar, a long-
extinct god who was venerated and feared among the less-powerful strata of ancient
Netherese society. Worship of this god of storms, earthquakes, strife, and rebellion was
outlawed by many of the civilizations powerful archwizards. Many Kozahyn shrines and
temples were therefore built in secretive, underground locations where the devout were
better able to escape detection.
It seemed to me that the idol was the focus of the madness that had afflicted the
workers. I decided it would be wise to remove it, perhaps taking it to a good church to see
if it could be destroyed. Despite Charlestons protests, I carried it from the tomb.
As we exited the cave, I could see a shadowy, insubstantial figure gliding towards us.
As it got closer, a voice issued from it. IthNal cOR dan osa KOZAH! Rrrackne dalla
osa KOZAH!
What are you trying to say? Obviously, the creature was related to what I carried.
Speak, and I shall see if I can help you.
Hhhellp? Nooo hhhelp for theeEonly sleeeepeternity sleeeeep of one
forgottttdeathh of godsssidol take theeee wwwwhile you holdI reclaimmm! Oro
lan tola osa KOZAH!
The thing attacked. Its form twisted as it moved among us, making it almost
impossible to hit with a weapon. Branwen, thinking quickly, cast dispel magic, which
removed the glamour that hid its movements. It was now possible to destroy it with our
weapons. As it finally vanished, the creature let out a final wailing sentence.
Sssstormss shall bring doom to theeeeIdollll so commandsssssEchtah tuln no
osa KOZAH!
I re-entered the cave, and placed the idol back into the sarcophagus. It was all very
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my understanding just was not a wise thing to do. Charleston directed the few workers
who hadnt gone into the cave in reblocking the entrance.
Its sad really, he commented to me. I had sought to bring a little life back to a
long extinct people, and look what I wrought. Certainly some things are better off
remaining dead. Here is your pay for the time you have spent here. Your services are no
longer required. He yelled to the remaining workers, Everyone pack up! We are
leaving this accursed place!
It was time to begin to make our way back to Beregost. We had not gone far when
three bandits attempted to block our way.
Stop where you are! yelled one. If you throw down your weapons and co-operate,
then no one will be hurt. If you dont, then youll all die. A very simple decision on your
part.
What is it you want with us, and who are you? I was already tired from the events
of the day, and had been looking forward to setting up camp, but it looked like this was
not going to be settled peacefully.
My name is Teyngan, this is my girl Jemby. The ugly one is Zekar. What we want
is your money. Hand over all your cash, and youll be unharmed. Before you do anything
rash, think it over awhile. Im sure your life is worth more than the little gold you might
possess.
Greedy bandits, I replied angrily. Much as I tried to suppress it, I sometimes felt
anger at the smallest obstacle; it was especially apt to manifest itself when I was tired.
You infest our roads with your stink. Draw steel!
Stupid, STUPID!! Now you die!
Although no doubt experienced for bandits, the three were no match for my
companions and me. After finishing with them, we continued on a short while before
resting for the night.
The next day we were passing through mainly open country, broken by the
occasional clump of bushes. Ahead of us, a single individual ran over the crest of a small
hill, followed by a large group of gnolls. The individual, apparently seeing the futility of
flight, turned to face the gnolls. The individual yelled at his pursuers.
All I wish is to continue my journey! Friends await, while I must suffer this
tiresome dance?! Does the mere mention of Drizzt attract your ilk?! He took a stance,
drawing two scimitars, then quickly looked around, at that point noticing us. He called
out to us.
You there! Will you help a stranger in need? I am beset by gnolls!
Fear not, we will not stand aside while another is in peril. I could not clearly make
him out, for his skin was dark, which made me wonder if he came from one of the
southern lands I had heard of, such as Calimshan. In any event, I would not leave anyone
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The fight is joined, and I welcome your aid. His voice was joyful, as if he actually
looked forward to the combat. Tiresome beasts these gnolls are, and Ill be glad to be
done with them!
I ran forward, but the gnolls reached the stranger before I did. I managed to get in a
few blows, but mostly I watched slack-jawed at a performance of sword fighting which I
had never guessed could be possible. His scimitars moved with blinding speed, certainly
faster than the gnolls could follow, for he easily evaded their attempted parries, slashing a
throat or nearly severing a limb with every stroke. At the same time, he almost danced
among them, lithely avoiding their strikes. All the while, he maintained enough breath to
keep up a steady commentary.
Tis your lives to waste! he would say, or Ive sparred with demons from the
nine hells themselves! I shall barely break a sweat here today! In short order more than a
dozen gnolls lay dead, a few others fleeing for their lives. The man cleaned his scimitars
and put them away, then turned to me.
Well met, stranger, I am Drizzt DoUrden, and I appreciate your assistance. It is a
long enough trip to the Icewind Dale, even without these constant interruptions. I do not
recall banditry being of such epidemic proportions in this area; how long has this been
so? I was surprised by his appearance. His skin was so black, but for the sheen lent by
natural oils, it might have reflected no light at all. His hair, in contrast, was the purest
white. If I ignored his coloration, the cast of his features suggested an elf, but I could
recall no sight or tale of an elf like this. However, I sensed no wrongness from him, and
returned his politeness with my own.
It was not always thus, and I strive to return peace to these lands.
Noble goals indeed, and ones I would hold dear myself. Your struggle will be
difficult, for the bandits that I have encountered -being beset at every turn as I am- are no
mere vagabonds with blades. The humans bear the style of the Black Talon, and the
hobgoblins that of the Chill. Mercenary groups both of them, and as such it is unlikely
they are the architects of this endeavor. You would do well to insinuate into their ranks,
and determine their true masters. Difficult, but not impossible, and potentially the most
fruitful course.
This is sage advice which I will heed. Know that I think well of you on your
journey.
Well met, friend. Luck be on your side. He muttered to himself, All this chatter is
fine, but Ive places Id rather be, I think not intending that I hear it, then with a salute
and a smile, he set out north with a long stride that was close cousin to a run.
Later, I found out more about him. He was named Drizzt DoUrden, a drow, a dark
elf. Naturally, I had heard of the evil drow, but I did not really know what they looked
like, and had never expected to encounter one on the surface. The tales about him varied,
but it seemed to me he must be a renegade, having denied his evil roots to follow good.
Actually, I became quite fascinated by him and his companions, and sought out tales of
them whenever I could. I later found that his story had more parallels with my own than I
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The next day we had another unusual encounter. A chicken came running out of
some bushes by our path. It almost seemed to me that it was trying to form words with its
clucking, and my mind tried to interpret the sounds it made in that fashion.
CLUUUUUUCK!!! Bwaaaaaa!! Buc-becaw! HELLLLP-becaw!
Swift behind the chicken came a wolf. I drew my sword and quickly slew it. To my
surprise, the chicken was still at my feet, not having run off. I was even more surprised
when it clucked again, and I realized it really was talking.
ThThank ye *cluck*. You have saved *cluck* me.
I fear I have taken one too many blows to the head. I couldnt believe what I was
hearing. Next Ill be hearing hamsters speak.
Thank you. Yes *cluck*, that was just what I needed in my *cluck* hour of need.
You laugh it up while I *cluck* learn to cope with passing eggs.
My apologies goodumchicken. What has caused your current accursed state?
Thank the *cluck* Mother of all Magic, mayhaps now I might end this *cluck*
nightmare. I am Melicamp of Beregost, a *cluck* mage adept in the mystical arts. A
misreadincantation 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!
Is there anyone that might be able to assist you? I fear I have little in the way of
magical power myself.
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 hisapprentice, and I amcertain he will *cluck* aid
me.
For being his apprentice you seem unsure of his willingness to help you.
Oh, tis nothing *cluck*REALLY! Um, often the relationship between *cluck*
apprentice and master isstrained. He will help. I amcertain.
Then to his abode we shall go. I will escort you.
Its located just to the west of Beregost. Thalantyr lives in a large manor there. Ill
just nestle in your pack until we get there.
Not long afterwards we ran into another official messenger. This one was carrying a
protest from Amn denouncing the accusations from the north against that country, and
demanding restitution from the Grand Dukes of Baldurs Gate.
The daylight was still strong when I noticed a child ahead. He was crouching behind
a bush, staring at something down the hill before him. I motioned the others to stay where
they were, while I crawled forward to the child.
Sssh! he hissed when I reached him. Im spyin on Bassilus an his spooks.
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Ive never heard of a funny spook before, I said, wondering why he was here
alone. Why are they so funny?
Bassilus keeps on tellin these stories about how happy he was as a kid but all of the
spooks just kinda moan and mumble and stuff, like theyre not really listening. Thats
what my brother Johnny used to do before he disappeared, mumble like that when he
werent really listening. You stay here. Im gonna go tell my friend Netty bout this
place. Shell think its really funny, what with her Daddy gone and all.
I learned his name was Footy. He had lost his family to Bassilus, the evil cleric I had
heard of in Beregost. I motioned Imoen forward, and told her to watch the child. I stayed
where I was, to look at what young Footy had been viewing.
I could see Bassilus standing down the hill, inside a circle of ancient standing stones.
A ring of skeletons and zombies surrounded him. I could also hear what he was saying.
Oh brother Thurm, he laughed, why not grace our ears with a ripping tale of the
old days! Always a delight! The zombie he addressed only moaned.
O dont hesitate on my account! he said, as if he had gotten a perfectly intelligible
reply. Some of the others may not have heard them. The zombie moaned again.
Hold your peace then, though I remember a time back at Zhentil Keep when you
would sooner die than be quiet. Youwould soonerumIll wait til you feel like
telling them yourself, I dont remember the old days so well.
He was obviously mad, but he had killed innocents to form his companions, and
undoubtedly would do so again if he was not stopped. I went back to the others, then,
minus Imoen, who continued to watch Footy, I circled around the stone circle until I
could approach it across level ground. I was able to lead the others quite close to
Bassilus, since he was so engrossed in conversing with his friends.
You there, what is the meaning of this I finally interrupted, since he still was not
paying attention to me.
Who dares interrupt while I speak with my family, he complained. Ill have your
heads if youre here to harm theno! It cant be! Is that you Mother? It cannot be
otherwise, you havent changed a bit in all these years!
Uhyes, son, it certainly has been a long time. I decided to play along, since there
was a small chance he might be taken alive to Beregost. How are you doingmy boy?
About as well as can be expected I guess. It has been difficult but Ive got most of
the family back together. Some did not seem to recognize me at first, but I helped them
recall.
No matter. Ive not seen you sinceumZhentil Keep. Fortunately, I had
remembered him using that term. 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 whothe only one. You lie. YOU LIE! You
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Its not I who lies, but you to yourself! I decided to try and break through his
madness. You rob others of THEIR loved ones to replace those you betrayed long ago!
No! They lived, all of them! I saved them and they live! II ran. Deadall dead. It
isnt true! It cannot beYou lie! You will die for slighting my memory!
He commanded the skeletons and zombies surrounding him to attack, and joined in
himself. I charged Bassilus. Branwen called on her holy powers to dispel the undead,
yelling, May Auril bestow the frost kiss upon our enemies. After we had killed
Bassilus, and destroyed his companions, I removed the holy symbol from about his neck
as proof he was no more.
I wondered what Jaheira would have to say about the companions I had gathered
about me. Besides Imoen, of course, Dynaheir and Minsc I felt I could rely upon in any
situation. Imoen was also already a close friend of Dynaheir. Branwen, though
impetuous, was also reliable. I wasnt as sure about Safana, but she had proven a
competent thief. Then there was Footy. The child was deeply disturbed by his
experiences, and I hoped the temple in Beregost would be able to help him, since I had no
idea what to do. Finally, a talking chicken, who claimed to be a human mage, nestled in
my pack.

Beregost
As I entered Beregost an old man, the same man who had stopped me on the road
south of the Friendly Arm, hailed me.
Well now, our paths cross once more. I suppose proper introductions are in order, as
we will no doubt meet again. My name is Elminster. Ive heard nothing but tales of thy
exploits in the time we have been apart. It would seem that thou art destined to have quite
the impact on the Sword Coast. Quite the burden for one so young.
Just doing what I thought best, I uncertainly replied. I had heard the name
Elminster before, but in relation to an extremely powerful mage. Surely this couldnt be
the same person.
That certainly seems to be the case. Thine actions are a testament to charity and free
will, whether intentional or not. But enough of my ramblings. Thouve a long journey
ahead of thee, and I will not have my meanderings delay thee. I will impart one piece of
information before I go, though tis hardly a surprise, I am sure. The bandits that thou
dost seek make a habit of traveling in the northeast. With this, I shall take my leave.
I found Jaheira and Khalid at Feldeposts Inn. Jaheira frowned a little as I introduced
my companions, and looked concerned when I explained about Footy the child. She
agreed that I should take care of this business first, then return to her, since she had
important information.
I deposited Footy and Bassilus medallion at the Temple of Lathander just outside of
town. The chief priest, who also served as mayor of the town, Keldath Ormlyr, was
pleased and surprised at what I had done.
By the Morning Lord, I see that you have the holy symbol of Bassilus. It must have
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soon be forgotten. It is a pleasure to give you the full reward for which you have
worked.
As I walked back into town a little girl ran up to me.
Rolanna! Rolanna! Someone in the Jovial Juggler gave me a gold piece to come
find you!
Slow down, breathless child! Who is tossing money about in hopes of finding me?
Her names Officer Vai and shes with the Flaming Fist. And you neednt worry,
shes real nice!
By the way, how did you know my name?
Why, everyone here is talking about you. Youre the ones who saved the Nashkel
mines! My momma says that even though we dont like those folks from Amn, theres no
reason anyone should have to suffer so.
Thank you, child. You have earned your gold piece. I will go to the Jovial Juggler
and meet with your benefactor as soon as I am able.
Good! You folks are real nice. Momma says the Sword Coast needs some real
heroes, these daysTymora be with you, okay?
I decided to stop by the inn, wondering at the speed at which tales spread (although I
later did find out Volo was here, having traveled from Nashkel). The female Flaming Fist
officer knew my name as well when I sought her out.
Ah Rolanna, I thought it might be you. These southern parts are set quite afire with
talk of your work in Nashkel. I am Officer Vai of the Flaming Fist and, to be honest, I
could use your help.
I agreed to give her what assistance I could, at which she was thankful.
My contingent and I are cut off from Baldurs Gate. We havent received new
orders for close to a week and, to be honest, I dont like the feel of this at all. The bandit
raids have been getting worse since you returned from Nashkel. I used to think that they
were just your usual brigands out to make a quick buck in troubled times but not
anymore. Theyre working for someoneOne way or another, Ive got to get my troops
back to the Gate. Ill pay 50 gold pieces for every bandit scalp you can bring me -- and
spread the news. I want this whole region cleared before winter comes.
Now to do what I could for the talking chicken, Melicamp. I learned the mage he had
mentioned, Thalantyr, lived at High Hedge a little west of Beregost. Soon after leaving
the town we entered a wood, a dirt track the only indication of settlement. A voice
suddenly called out to us.
Hail! It is not often that I come across strangers in this part of the world. The
source of the voice was a male elf, who held a bow with a nocked arrow, although it
wasnt aimed directly towards us. What takes you out this far from civilization?
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A strange coincidence; I have a quest similar to your own. I have been hunting the
bandits in the region for the past few months. Perhaps if we worked together we would
fare better. What say you to that?
Well help you against the bandits, but only if you tell us why youve spent months
hunting them.
Their leader, an ogre named Tazok, took the life of someone very dear to me.
Thanks for being honest. You can join our party.
I hope that we will work well together.
He introduced himself as Kivan. I was glad for another helper, and found his
information interesting. Tazok was an ogre. The man who had killed Gorion had been
tall, but no ogre or half-ogre. That meant I still did not know the name of his killer, but I
felt following Tazoks trail would eventually cross his.
I talked to Kivan as he led us the home of Thalantyr, which he knew although he had
never entered. Kivan hailed from the forest of Shilmista, though he had not visited his
homeland for quite some time. He had instead been traveling the world driven by the
darkest of obsessions: revenge. Kivan and his mate Deheriana were apparently on a
romantic sojourn years ago when they were waylaid by a group of Brigands. They were
captured and tortured for the amusement of Tazok, the half-ogre that led the attack. Kivan
eventually escaped, but Deheriana did not survive the encounter. I found Kivan to be a
man of few words, and he obviously did not make friends easily. I wondered if he would
be able to take any pleasure from life again once he had revenged the death of his love.
No one answered my knock when we reached the mages abode. We cautiously
entered, nervously walking by flesh golem guards. The great mage himself was not happy
to receive visitors.
I be Thalantyr, mighty mage of Beregost. I dont have much patience for strangers
on my property. Do us both a favor and move alongunless of course you have magic
for sale. From the looks of you, you dont look as if you could afford the items I have for
sale.
With that he turned away. I cleared my throat. He turned back to me with a scowl.
I sincerely hope you have some reason for bothering me. Ive already stated that I
wish you to leave.
I am nervous about magic. Although unintentionally having developed a few magical
abilities of my own, I am uneasy in the presence of professional practitioners. With other
warriors, I feel I can judge their skill, and have ample warning to react if they wish me ill.
With mages, I have no idea how powerful they are, or what damage they could cause
with a gesture. I suddenly felt silly asking a powerful mage about my purpose here.
Wellits rather amusing actually. You see, I happened to rescue this um
talking chicken.
Chickens do not talk, he stated impatiently, so quite obviously it is a
polymorphed being of some kind. Spells such as that wear off in time or can be dispelled.
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I am quite aware of the mute status of chickens, thank you very much! His brush
off helped steady me, since I had a valid reason for being here, one that I needed to
fulfill. Yes this is a transformed man, but it is also a man who claims to be your
apprentice. That is why I brought him here.
Apprentice?! I have had no apprentices! He yelled. I teach no one about what I
waitMelicamp? MELICAMP, is that you?!!
Yes Master Thalantyr, it is *cluck* I, said the chicken I held.
I am no master to you, and you are no apprentice! What gall you have to expect
help from me!
He is not your student? I was surprised at his words. But you do know of him, do
you not?
A student wishes to LEARN, while this fool wishes only to have knowledge. I will
tutor no one who does not understand the ramifications of what I have to teach! Not
getting the quick gratification he wished, he instead chose to steal from me!
You speak of so much, but show so little! I only wished to *cluck* learn a fraction
of the power you possess!
It has taken me some 50-odd years of life to gain the power I wield, and the will not
to use it. You are but a baby in comparison. Frankly, Im surprised you changed into such
an OLD chicken! How DID you manage that, by the by? You were muddling the simplest
cantrip when last I observed you.
I have progressed much since thenand I *cluck* borrowed a few items to speed
the process.
As I thought. Well, its obvious you can steal my tools, but not my understanding of
them. Hold still while I dispel this foolish facade. Cant very well get my property back
while its polymorphed into ywait a moment. I did not possess any items that allow the
casting of that enchantment. Waitoh dearMelicamp, listen very carefully. What did
you take?
Nothing too valuable, I swear! Just some *cluck* components, a few scrolls, a beat-
up pair of bracers, a blank spellbook, some parchment.
A pair ofoh no. You little FOOL! The bracers in my locked and trapped safe?! I
certainly hope you can develop a taste for chicken feed, because you are going to be
stuck the way you are for a very long time!
I know I stole from you, but you cant leave me like this! Please Master Thalantyr,
please*cluck*
Its not a matter of whether I wish to help or not, simply that I do not have the
power to undo what you have done.
What sort of item could cause such a problem for even such a mage as yourself? I
asked.
The magic that so many revere today was not always the same as it is now. Any
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from a dungeon will be helpful. The bracers in question were a vain little reminder of
wellit doesnt really matter does it? Suffice to say that I have no idea what their
intended function was, and I was in no position to ask their former owner. Years have
passed since myrelease, and the spoils of that Netheril ruin remain as enigmatic as
ever. They resist even the strongest divination, and attempts to dispel result only in
explosive consequences. Some things should just stay buried.
Is there nothing that can be done? I asked. I am willing to help however I can.
If you are willing, then I will do what must be done. We will need a component that
I do not have on hand, and it will be your job to get it. I will require the head of an
undead creature, and a simple skeleton skull will do. Bring it back here and I will try to
bend a few magical rules to reincarnate this foolish boy.
Reincarnate? protested Melicamp. But does that spell not require *cluck* the
recipient to be dead?
There must be a dead element, yes. That is what the skull is for. I cannot fully
explain what I am to try, but its something of a reversal on the reincarnation scheme.
The age of the enchantment that changed you may allow for a loophole in the laws of
magic. Of course it may just kill us both in the casting. Such is life. Off you go to some
dungeon or another. Return with the skull. Go.
Fortunately, we had destroyed several skeletons almost outside Thalantyrs door. We
quickly obtained a skull from where they lay.
Hello again, my young adventurers, Thalantyr greeted us, somewhat friendlier, on
our return. I see you have the needed component. Well, shall we see if our young man
regains his life, or if hell eventually be someones festhall dinner?
Thalantyr cast a spell. Dynaheir confidently informed me she recognized it, the
antichickenator. I wondered if she was joking, but quickly turned my concentration back
to what was happening in front of me. The former chicken was again a man. He happily
waved his extremities about, calling out in joy.
I have arms!! Arms and hands and feet and andOH thank you master Thalantyr,
thank you!
Yes yes boy, now be quiet a moment. Blast it. The Bracers are no longer on him. It
is as I feared. Likely they either spent what magic they had in a single charge, or it is
their wont to be whisked away after inflicting the damage they do. I had hoped to seal
them away, but now its certain they will fall into the hands of some other unfortunate
fool. Tell me Melicamp, do you quite feel yourself again?
II think so, he said cautiously, not even clucking once.
Good, though it was the greatest of luck you did not retain a wing for a limb. You
always were a bit cockeyed, but I suppose that doesnt count. I suggest you remain here,
however, so that I might keep an eye on you. If you insist on playing with the forces of
magic, at least I should see that you understand them. Perhaps you will be a touch more
cautious, now that you have experienced what can go wrong.
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I suppose your master I must be, sighed Thalantyr. And you Rolanna. I trust you
will be cautious in your travels as well? I wish you intelligence on your journeys. I
would wish you luck, but it runs out much quicker than you would think. Good day.
We returned to Jaheira at Feldeposts Inn. She said Tranzig, the representative of the
group to which Tazok and formerly Mulahey belonged, was staying at the same inn. She
had been watching him for nearly a week, as he received contacts. She had waited for me
before doing anything further. She allowed me to lead the by now rather large group up
the stairs to his room. We opened his door by the simple expedient of Minsc and me
hurling ourselves through it.
Why do ya bother me? blustered Tranzig at our sudden entry. Cant ya see that
Im in a hurry to get outta this damn town?
Perhaps you could tell us WHY you are in such a hurry? I thought that perhaps it
might be possible to get the information we needed without violence, considering the
large number of people who had just entered his room.
Im not gonna tell youse guys anything. Git outta my face.
You wont be rid of us that easily. We know youre up to no good. Now tell us
everything you know.
Ya know what Im up to, eh? Well, maybe somethin ya dont know about is my
magic skills. Ya might not believe me, but if you aint outta my face in the next 5
seconds, Ill blast ya to kingdom come!
Were not afraid of any mage. If you want a fight, then bring it on.
I warned ya, now you pay the price!
Overconfidence in his own abilities, or fear of how his employers would reward
failure, led him to a hopeless attack. He was dead within seconds. Searching his room did
reveal an interesting letter.
Tranzig,
I am perplexed as to why Mulahey has not communicated with us in some while.
You are to go to the mines and find out the condition of his operation. You are also
to collect any iron that may have been stolen by the kobolds. Our next raid will most
likely take place at Peldvale, or Larswood, so visit either of those areas and track us
back to our camp.
Tazok

Bandit Camp
Jaheira had a plan to find the Bandits camp. From the information she had gathered,
besides what our group had done, the Flaming Fist had also had some success in
destroying small gangs of bandits. They must be looking to recruit new members. We
would simply find some bandits, and offer to join. I think Jaheira did not entirely trust my
new companions, not having adventured with them personally, so she split us into two
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infiltrate the bandit camp. Minsc, Dynaheir and Branwen would travel north from
Beregost along the Coast Way, defeating any bandits they encountered, I think mainly as
a way to keep them occupied.
As it turned out, Jaheiras plan worked without complication. We entered the
Larswood northeast of Beregost. A group of bandits surrounded us, their leader calling
out.
Drop ye weapons and mahaps ye outlive the day! Ill no be sayin it twice!
Well not fight you. It had been agreed I would do the talking. In fact, we want to
join your group.
Ha! Weve plenty o mules now! What for we be needin you?
This is a bloodthirsty job you have, and we like the killin! I answered as best I
thought a real killer might. Let us join and the roads will run red neath our feet!
Aha, the fury of youth! Just wind ya up and point ya in the right direction eh? Well
well see if the boss wants any more berserkers. Lets move.
As we traveled through the Larswood I attempted to talk to the leader. I learned his
name was Teven, but when I continued my questioning he harshly told me, I be of the
Black Talons! Ill not suffer your scrutiny!
After a few hours we entered the actual camp. Upon seeing us enter, a man called out
in surprise.
Teven! Who the hell are these roustabouts?! Are ye daft bringing them here?
I eyed em well fore bringin em this far, and they be as good as we got. Teven,
although he had allowed us to accompany him, had been suspicious of us. This sudden
questioning by one of his fellows, however, had firmed his resolve. We had been lucky to
meet someone who didnt like his decisions questioned. We aint got the time to do
formal training to cover our loses. Well be no use if we dont fill in the ranks.
Fine, just keep em out o trouble til Tazok gets here, said the man, and he can
make sure theyre on the up an up. An ogre up yer face will show yer true colors right
quick!
A short time later Tazok returned to camp. I knew it must have been hard on Kivan,
but I had forced him to give me his word before we left that he would do nothing on his
own, and wait for me to make the first move.
Recruits!? roared Tazok to Teven when he was informed what had happened.
Secret operation and you hire those you rob!? By the lower planes, why do we pay
Black Talon to do stealth if you almost light signal fires!?
We need to keep our numbers up! argued Teven. Besides, we checked them out
pretty good. I think theyll do fine.
YOU DONT THINK! I THINK! If anything, Tazoks voice had gotten even
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I say now I dont like you! said Tazok directly to us. Give me reason to not have
you broth-boiled and use your skin to swaddle my small-kin! Who are you that I should
let you join?!
Were strong, well armed, and we know opportunity when we see it! I had been
well coached ahead of time by Jaheira on what to say. What better job be there for us?
Dungeon crawling? Thats fools work!
Hmmm. You have some sense, but I have many a strong back here already. What
for I need you?!
Would you rather have too few and need more, or have too many and not need them
at all?
Ehhh? You sure are big on words. You better be big on the battlefield too, cuz if
youre notyou die. You have run of the camp. If I hear ONE bad thing from Ardenor
and Taugosz, I personally feed your livers to the crows!
I take a patrol and leave for mine tonight! announced Tazok to the others. Keep
pressure on trade routes and there be extra gold for all when we are done! I leave soon.
Tazok actually left before night had come. It was unfortunate the biggest fish had
escaped the net, but he also took part of the strength of the camp with him. I thought with
surprise and a little luck we might be able to defeat all of those left behind. Meanwhile, I
decided to explore the camp.
I entered one tent, actually more of a permanent building, since it had a wooden
floor, and a spot a stove could be positioned during cold weather. Inside was a hobgoblin.
Uh, hullo. Im Tersus. Are you daAre you da new recruits? Hobgoblins are not
known for their brains.
Uh, yeah, thats us. I decided to act dumb. I know some of my comrades would
have had a few jokes at that statement, but I hoped to learn some useful information.
Good. Im sposed to give each of you some leather armor.
Uh, sure, pile it onSay, can you tell me a little about this place? Like who pays
the wages around here?
Some say da Zhents, some say it might be da Iron Throne. I dont ask questions, eh.
Da boss gives me money an I hand out leather armor, its dat simple. Chill, Black Talon,
I dont care who you are, I give you leather armor.
Black Talon? Chill? Who are they?
Youre not wit Black Talon or Chill? You must be independents, then. Black
Talon, Chill, all da same, right? But independents, nobuddy sed nothin bout
independents. Better give me all that leather armor back. Black Talon an Chill, we be
two groups of bandits. Me Chill. Black Talon dont take no hobgoblins.
Why would two groups of bandits be working together like this?
Because da boss sez, okay? Like dont blame me, already. Geeez, you independents
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We left him, and the tent. I asked a passing hobgoblin where their leader was. The
leader, Ardenor Crush, was nearby, sitting by himself outside a tent. I went up and
introduced myself. He looked me over disapprovingly.
They certainly will accept anyone these days. Keep to your side of the camp if you
wish to keep your heads. My hobgoblins might like the meat on you.
Yes sir, Ill keep my distance. I was surprised by his evident intelligence. This
hobgoblin would not be easy to fool. In my surprise, I had forgotten my assumed identity
as a bloodthirsty bandit, answering as if I was talking to a high priest of Helm.
Spineless, like the rest of them. I wondered if my meek reply had been the best
strategy after all, making him discount me. What has kept humankind at the top of the
food-chain?
I used my charm ability on him, and asked what he was doing here. He obediently
answered.
I am Ardenor Crush, leader of the Chill. While most of my men think that we serve
the Zhentarim, we are in fact paid by the Iron Throne. My bandits are to disrupt all iron
flowing through this region.
I next sought out the leader of the Black Talons. He quickly got to the point.
You there, I would speak and best you listen well. I am Taugosz Tenhammer,
leader of the Black Talon. You are small and weak compared. Remember this. You cross
Talons and I kill you. Not with hammer, with little finger. Slowly.
Youve my respect, but Ill not fear you. This time I remembered my persona. Its
better placed with our quarry.
Good attitude, he laughed. Be sure to keep it when Tazok arrive. He hires Black
Talons for Iron Throne, but you take orders only from me. Understand? Stay away from
Chill as well, they only our friends till the job is finished.
Since none of his men were nearby, I charmed him as well, asking the same question
as of Ardenor Crush.
I am Taugosz Khosann, and I have killed 10 men with a single stroke of my
hammer. Though many of my men think we work for Zhentarim, that is just told to them
in case they are captured. In reality we are paid through Tazok by the Iron Throne. They
want us to disrupt all iron shipments coming into the region.
Besides the buildings in the camp, there was a nearby cave. The cave was a little
isolated, but many tracks suggested it was often used. I decided to enter and investigate.
Inside were a dozen gnolls.
You come to mock Garclax! their leader angrily snarled. Garclaxs clan been in
cave long enough; let us out now, or die!
Why are you in here anyway?
We in here, because of trouble we cause in camp! Big brawl two nights back. You
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The gnolls attacked, forcing us to dispose of them. The cave was far enough from the
camp that no one noticed the sound of combat from within, but someone was sure to
enter the cave soon.
It was time to enter the largest tent in the camp, built on a raised wooden platform.
As we approached it, a bandit standing guard outside challenged us.
Hey you, new blood! Just you keep in line, cuz Ill be watching you!
And who might you be? I asked.
Me? Im Credus. Im your superiosuperbiorIm your boss. I was the newest
recruit until you showed up. Now youll get all the crappy guard duty and Ill be moving
up.
I hope I do as good a job as you did. I could hardly do worse. What would I be
guarding?
Good Attitude! Important work it is! Gotta keep an eye on Tazoks tent and make
sure no one gets too close. They do super secret planning in there, all about where the
iron and stuff goes. Smack anybody who goes near! Hey, maybe well give you a little
test. You can guard the place for tonight. Tazok will be pleased that we took initinivvi
initititiveinithat we didnt wait. Itll give me a break for tonight too. You just make
sure nothing goes missing, or your head goes next.
Impatient, we didnt wait for night, instead entering as soon as Credus had wandered
off. Inside the tent were a human bandit, a human mage, a gnoll, and a hobgoblin. A
bound man, a prisoner, was also present. The bandit challenged us.
I dont care who you are, no ones to enter Tazoks tent, under penalty of death.
Were here under Tazoks own instructions. Im not too good at improvisation and
paused several seconds before an excuse came to mind. He requested that we retrieve
his files and documents and deliver them to him as soon as possible.
Your petty lies are wasted on me, Rolanna. Like Ender Sai, here, youve crossed the
Iron Throne for the last time.
We had the advantage in numbers. When my first few blows cut down the mage we
also had an overwhelming advantage in ability, quickly defeating our opponents. We then
freed the prisoner.
Its time, then, is it? He seemed to still be somewhat out of it, the after-effects of a
blow to the head.
Time for what? Explain yourself.
My execution, what do you think? Youre not with him, are you, though. No, Id
smell his rancid breath on you if you were.
Youre right, were not Tazoks lackeys. Whats going on here?
Aye, youre notWell, this whole place is dirty to the core, thats whats going on.
These arent your ordinary bandits. Theyre part Black Talons and part Chill, Chill being
a demihuman band, mostly hobgoblins, and led by that creepy smart one, Ardenor Crush.
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Set himself up as a kobold god returned and legions of the brainless barking fools
believed him, ready to do his bidding til death do they part.
Mulaheys dead. He was working for Tazok, I understand. Question is, whos
Tazok working for?
Thats the trick, see? Crush and Taugosz Khosann, leader of the Black Talons, both
think hes getting orders from the Zhents and Tazok doesnt do much to discourage that
particular line of thinking. But the Black Talons and Chill are bandit groups, see? They
ply the trade routes, avoid the cities, and thats where they go wrong. Im from the Gate
and I can tell you dead as leather that the Zhentarim arent behind this.
How can you be so sure?
A desire for silence isnt the only reason I wear soft-soled boots. I wear em so I
can tell whose toes Im treading on. I didnt mess with no Zhentarim. I picked my
enemies and I messed with one group and one group only--the Iron Throne. And, right as
rain, here I am as Tazoks personal prisoner. You do the math.
The Iron Throne. Where can I find them?
Tazoks been making regular visits to the Cloakwood so thats where Id start if I
were you. There are some documents in that chest that might be worth taking a look at,
too. Now go step on some toes, alright? And you can tell them Ender Sai sent you.
Ender Sai left, no doubt to report to his superior. After Safana disarmed a trap,
Jaheira and I examined the letters we found in the chest.
Tazok,
I hope that everything moves along smoothly. I have written to give you instructions
from our superiors. I have been told that a small band of mercenaries might cause the
Iron Throne some trouble in the future. You are to insure that they dont live to upset
our operations. Obtain the services of the assassin Nimbul, he should serve you well.
Davaeorn

Tazok,
I have noticed that your shipments of iron have slowed as of late. It is imperative that
we receive another ton of ore. Step up your raids, and get a shipment to our base in
Cloakwood within the next week. We need to stockpile as much ore as possible
before our ultimatum is given. Also, Sarevok wants to know what has happened with
the band of mercenaries. Have they been killed? You had better insure that they have
been, as Sarevok will not take kindly to any other news.
Davaeorn
The combat in the tent had happened so quickly that no one else in the rest of the
camp was aware of it. That is, until we left and deliberately attacked them. Surprised,
they were able to mount no organized resistance. Although Im sure a few individuals
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undoubtedly take weeks to track down the many small bands operating in this area, but
the core of the bandit organization had been removed.
The trail led from here to the Cloakwood Forest. Jaheira and Khalid would do some
investigation of that angle. In the meantime, Jaheira suggested I sweep the area about the
bandit camp, both to clear out bandits and for more seasoning. I strongly recommended
she take Minsc and Dynaheir with her, since our enemy must know the names of more
than myself, and it would be increasingly dangerous for all of us. I was surprised when
she agreed. It was the first time she had changed her mind and agreed with anything I
said outside of combat.

East of Beregost
Imoen, Branwen, Kivan, Safana and I entered the Peldvale area. We had not gone far
before a woman ran up to us.
Help me! she cried. If you dont help me, theyll kill me. She had black skin,
and white hair. I was instantly reminded of Drizzt DoUrden, and correctly assumed she
must be a renegade drow. I also assumed she must be a force for good like Drizzt, in
which I was wrong. I should have trusted the feeling of unease she aroused in me.
Calm down, well help you. Just tell us who you are.
My name is Viconia, IIm not from around here, thank you so much for helping.
Step aside travelers, I am a member of the Flaming Fist. The man who approached
was obviously who Viconia had been running from. The woman you are harboring is
wanted for murder of the foulest sort. She is a dark elf; it should be obvious that she is
evil.
They lie, Ive done nothing wrong, Viconia contradicted him.
What do you intend to do once you have her? I asked.
Kill her, of course.
We cant allow that, I firmly stated, moving in front of Viconia, youll have to go
through us to get her.
A stupid decision! For harboring a murderer I sentence all of you to death!
We were forced to kill him. Viconia was grateful for our help.
I thank you for risking yourselves on my behalf. I know what you are thinking, you
see my dark skin and wont trust me for it. I am a dark elf, but Im an outcast, I need your
help. I no longer receive my powers from the spider gods you surface dwellers fear so;
the Goddess Shar grants me wisdom, and she is a surface divinity. If youd let me join
your group, I would be most grateful. I have no where else to go.
We dont judge someone by their race, well take you in. I knew little of the drow
at that time. Even though I have learned much more since, I still dont regret my decision
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Viconia traveled with us for the remainder of the day. That night I had another
dream.
I dreamt I returned to the scene of my recent triumph, the bandit camp. A powerful
gust of wind lifted me above the ground, allowing me to see the camp spread out below.
Suddenly the impetus delivered by the gust ended, and I found myself rushing towards
the ground. But rather than contact, I passed into the ground, into blackness.
Light gradually grew around me, revealing a cavern, and a stone statue of myself. A
voice rang out. Such pride undeserved, great predator, when your whole being is
borrowed. Credit where it is due, and dues where payment is demanded. A dagger of
bone flew from the blackness and struck the statue, square. It cracked slightly, but the
pain I felt was as though I were rent asunder. As I awoke, screaming in pain, I heard the
voice say, You were made as you are, and you can also be broken. I had also received
another magical ability, although it took several days for me to realize I could now cure
poisoning in others or myself.
The morning started well enough. I had noticed Kivan frowning the previous day
whenever he looked at Viconia. Evidently she had noticed as well, for she made a
comment to him as we were eating breakfast.
Greetings darthiir, I know that you look upon me as an enemy, but perhaps we
could ignore our differences. Kivan did not reply, instead hastily getting up and walking
away.
That morning, I talked to Viconia. She revealed, quite proudly, that she was a dark
elf from the Underdark city of Menzoberranzan. She said very little about her reasons for
leaving that sunless realm, but did claim to no longer worship the spider goddess Lolth; a
change that even I knew was often fatal. Her new faith was in the night goddess Shar, an
appropriate choice for a drow, though from what Branwen told me when I asked about
the goddess, this was not a firm indication that she had given up the brutal ways of her
people. She found the laws of the surface world quaint and more than a little strange, but
this was simply because of her lack of experience. Likewise she seemed a bit naive about
how her race was viewed by surface dwellers. Many would not give her the chance she
seemed to expect. I tried my charm ability on her, but she seemed able to resist it. I had
heard that drow were resistant to magic.
A minor incident illustrated the rift developing in the party. As Viconia and I talked,
we walked up behind Kivan. He had been leading the party, and had stopped to examine
some tracks. When he looked up and saw Viconia standing next to him he scowled,
speaking to her.
Stay away from me dark elf.
Iblith! Viconia haughtily returned his glare. If that is how you want things, then
so be it.
Dont make me warn you again, drow, cautioned Kivan. Your next slip will be
your last.
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I roughly told Kivan to get moving. Kivan again led, followed by myself, Viconia,
Imoen, Safana and Branwen. I think Kivan also resented my having talked to Viconia, for
a little while later he suddenly whirled. The words he spoke he hurled at Viconia, but I
think they were for my benefit as well.
How are we to trust one who venerates the Spider Queen?
I worship Lolth no longer. Viconia answered levelly, but I noticed her hand had
dropped to the hilt of the mace thrust through the belt at her waist.
Your evil ways will bring your ruin, dark elf, taunted Kivan.
I will not accept such arrogance from a male. Viconias self-control had snapped.
She had now drawn her mace. On your knees.
You dark-hearted bitch, youll die for that. Kivan grabbed an arrow from the
quiver hanging from his side.
If you wish to die, I am pleased to assist. Viconia hefted her mace, preparatory to
rushing forward and swinging it at Kivan. I had been stunned at the rapidity that words
had escalated to actions, and only with difficulty prevented Viconia and Kivan from
fighting it out then and there. Despite the fact that it had been Kivan who had goaded
Viconia into acting, I knew who I could ultimately rely upon.
Viconia did not fit into the party. She had a cruel nature, which had been hardened
by the reactions of surface dwellers, such as the Flaming Fist mercenary, who had formed
his judgement without basing it on any actual crimes. I wonder how the common attitude
of humans towards orcs, hobgoblins or other goblinoids has affected relations over the
years. There might be groups of them who were perfectly content to live by their
neighbors in peace, but good humans would exterminate them as pests, while evil
humans would view them as little more than a source of expendable troops.
When Imoen offered a word of regret at her leaving, Viconia viciously growled, Get
away from me surface scum! I could understand how she felt rejected, but there could be
no place for her here.
That day, as we passed through a small wood, we came upon a druid. He cried out in
rage at our appearance.
Arrogant fools! You return to the very slaughter for which you were responsible.
Your blood will soak the ground before I allow any of you to leave! I will avenge the
deaths of my brothers!
What are you talking about, weve killed no one, I protested, hoping to avoid
combat. I think youre a little addled in the head, perhaps you should calm down so that
we can figure out who really killed your brothers.
You think your excuses can work on me! I know what you are, what all of you are!
Let the wrath of Malar destroy you and your faithless companions.
Another druid had joined him by this time. Instead of also attacking with his fellow
druid, or at least standing aside, he actually helped us kill him. I questioned the new druid
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I must apologize for the actions of Osmadi, he said. He had lost his mind after
what happened heresome days past. A group of bandits, calling themselves the Chill
entered our camp as we worked upon this shrine. They killed and murdered everyone
they came across, including some of Osmadis close friends.
Why did you let us attack Osmadi. From the sounds of it you knew him well. The
both of you look to be druids.
Its true, we knew each other very well. But there was nothing that could be done
he had lost his mind. I think you can understand that. Sometimes one doesnt have a
choice.
Its rather hard to believe that you would write off a life so readily. Come now,
there must have been some other choice.
There was no other choice! Do I have to explain myself over and over. Please leave
me be, so that I may bury my companion.
Sonow hes your companion. Thats very strange indeed. I dont know of too
many people who would go about murdering their companions.
I murdered NO ONE! I did what had to be done! All of you might be dead if it
werent for my help! Leave me be.
I think youre lying! I think you wanted our help to kill him. Youre just a common
killer!
Youare correct. I did need your assistance to kill Osmadi. Thank you for the help.
You were wrong about one thing. I am no common killerI am a Shadow Druid. I
poisoned Osmadi and his companions, so that we could be rid of their weakling presence.
Now, we should easily be able to make this land our own. Unfortunately, there will be no
room for meddling city folk. It is time for you to feel the fury of nature, as only I can
administer it. Goodbye!
Although two cave bear companions assisted this Shadow Druid, it was not too
hard to kill him as well. At least justice had been visited on the killer of Osmadi and his
poisoned friends.
At the end of the day we came upon four Red wizards of Thay, camped in the ruins
of a shrine. Even if we had not met Edwin, the distinctive garb of the Red Wizards was
well known. I wondered if they had been waiting for Edwin to report; if so, they were
destined to be disappointed, for I am sure Edwin would not voluntarily seek out one of
his brethren after his failure.
It is so sad to have met you this fine day, stated one of them. Normally, we would
be quite ecstatic to have visitors; but in these troubled times we really do desire privacy.
We just cant afford to have anyone knowing that were here. That is why you must die.
Although their spells proved troublesome, they were not prepared to fight Branwen
and me at close quarters, not to mention the missiles of the others. After the battle, I was
surprised that Imoen carefully searched each body, removing the book of magic each
mage had carried. She told me Dynaheir had been teaching her something of spellcraft.
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defeated opponents into it. She even admitted she had cast a spell during the combat,
minor in effect but major in its implications for her future development.
The next day a scarred female warrior intercepted us as we walked. She had an
interesting proposal.
Hold travelers, I challenge your best warrior to a duel. I dont fight women, so only
men should step forward.
Before I could react, Kivan answered, asking what could be won.
I win and you give me 20 gold. In the unlikely event that one of you bests me, Ill
pledge my sword to your cause.
Kivan agreed to her terms, leaving me angry at his presumption. However, since he
so desperately wanted to face off against this woman, I let him go ahead.
Will your champion step forward? the woman asked impatiently. I only fight
men, so your women will have to be satisfied with just watching. Dont entertain any
thoughts about cheating. If any of the rest of you try to interfere in this fight Ill kill them
outright.
Kivan, since she hadnt specified weapons, used his bow, running away from her and
stopping to fire an arrow when he had a chance. Since she was wearing heavy armor, his
strategy was on the whole successful, although she did catch up to him a few times and
deliver a stinging cut. Nevertheless, even the woman had to admit she had lost when the
fourth arrow sprouted from her.
I cant believe this, Im beaten, by a man no less. I guess I must keep my word. I
pledge my sword to your cause, however stupid it may be.
Good, you had better prove your worth. I was uneasy, since I sensed what I was
now confident to call evil in her. I decided I would make this a test, and see if her actions
matched what I sensed.
Of course Ill prove my worth! she replied. It wont be too hard in this group.
I talked to the woman, whose name was Shar-Teel. She would say little, but I was
able to determine a few facts. She claimed to be an orphan, and bore an intense dislike for
Flaming Fist mercenaries, as well as men in general. She obviously felt she had
something to prove.
Shortly afterwards we met a ghoul. A most unusual ghoul, which rather than
attacking talked to us.
Wait, me no want fight, me Korax, me friend! I had to grab hold of Shar-Teels
arm to prevent her cutting the ghoul in half while I considered what to do. It was novel to
me to be addressed by undead with anything other than blows. I decided to test this
ghoul, as well.
You can be our friend, but you better not do anything thatll make us mad.
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We set off, the ghoul happily trotting at my heels. A little later, we came upon a
basilisk, a lizard-like creature whose glance can turn a human to stone. We had heard
tales of these creatures, and nervously stood back, considering what to do.
Me kill your enemies, yes me will! announced Korax, sauntering towards the
creature. He appeared to be immune to its gaze, as he attacked it with impunity.
Heartened, the rest of us attacked as well. Other than its unusual attack, the basilisk was a
weak opponent, easily slain.
We started to come upon statues, the remains of creatures that had been stoned. We
also came upon more basilisks. Everyone was glad of the presence of Korax, despite his
comments like Korax good dog, yes, good dog! and Korax thinks you look very tasty
today.
We slowly worked our way forward through denser statuary. We walked around a
pair of stone gnolls, to find two large basilisks, along with a living gnome, the gleam of
madness in his eyes.
GreetingssssI am Mutamin. I hope you enjoy the artwork my pretty lizards have
sculpted. They sculpt with their eyessss. They sculpt when nasty travelers come by,
yesssss. I dont like nasty travelers. They should keep to the roads.
You murdering psychopath! I yelled, my anger having slipped its leash. Your
lizards have killed people, and were not about to let them keep on killing.
You will go nowhere! You will join the beautiful work of art that standssss before
you. You will become a piece of the artforever.
Shar-Teel ignored my orders to concentrate on the gnome first. She joined Korax in
facing the two basilisks. After the rest of us had killed Mutamin, we found Korax had
fallen to the claws of the two basilisks, while Shar-Teel was a statue. The lizards had
been weakened enough, however, that we were able to dispose of them with no further
loss.
I had purchased several magical scrolls that could convert stone back to flesh in the
Temple of Lathander in Beregost. I now used one on Shar-Teel. When she was again
among the living, I informed her that she was no longer traveling with us. Not only did
she choose to ignore any order she pleased, but also her general attitude boded ill if we
should encounter anyone we didnt wish to annihilate. Her answer surprised me.
Damn it, you lose one well-fought duel to an oafish lout of a man and you get
attached. I almost hate to say it but youve earned my respect. I do not think it was out
of any regard for my leadership, but due to my and Kivans prowess as warriors. She left,
in search of more men to challenge.
Almost all of the statues around us were too far gone to be rescued. Some were
broken into pieces, while Imoen could sense if any magic remained in those that were
whole. Only one human-like statue looked promising, that of a female warrior. I used a
scroll on it, freeing her. The woman completed the blow she may have started months
ago, then looked around in surprise.
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Rest yourself, you have likely been petrified for some time now.
Petri? HowI remember fighting some gnolls andand one turned to stone
right before my eyes! I turned around and there was this lizard-thingand thenand
then you. I was turned to stone? For how long?
I do not know. All that is important is that you are free now.
II thank you! You have rescued a perfect stranger andand asked for nothing in
return. Certainly a selfless act if ever I have heard of one. I shall speak well of you to
anyone that asks. Thank you once again!

Ulcaster and Firewine


We continued on the next day towards the ruins of Ulcaster. As we marched, another
messenger crossed our path. He told us Amn and Baldurs Gate were demanding of each
other that they stop their raids on their respective merchant caravans. This is the kind of
exchange that precedes a war; I hoped our destruction of the main bandit camp would
help reduce tensions.
Ulcaster is sited atop a plateau, steep drops falling away on almost all sides. We
followed a narrow trail up one cliff face, finding at the top the remains of walls crowded
onto the limited level ground. An undead warrior glided from among the ruins, its
skeletal form blurred. A moaning voice issued from the figure.
Flesh hereenough to make mewhole again.
Halt, wraith, and reveal thy nature! I demanded.
I am Icharydgreatest of warriors. I wish to live andtaste blood, once more.
Yours shall be the firstin a hundred years.
The last hundred years hadnt been enough time to make the creature a proficient
warrior. We laid Icharyd to rest, although I suppose it might form again after another
century.
We continued into the ruins. There was little to see other than empty doorways and
tottering walls, until we ran into a ghost. The ghost also spoke to us in a moaning
whisper.
The best of schoolsa storehouse of arcane knowledgelost, all losta common
dungeon, now. All for knowledge did we strivenothing left. Hope would return
with the retrieval of the simplest of tomesbeneath the rubbleon the lowest floors
return hopehistory is so important.
I wondered if this was all that remained of Ulcaster, the namesake of the ruined
school of magic. Since there seemed nothing we could do for him, we examined the steps
leading downward, almost where the ghost hovered. As we went down the steps the ghost
voiced a last thought.
We all shall live againsomeday.
The underground section of the school was intact; at least none of the ceilings had
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spiders, and wolves. We found a little treasure, some probably from previous explorers
who had not fared as well. We also found a book, from its stained and insect-eaten state a
relic of the school. When we returned to the surface, the ghost was still waiting nearby. I
halted, considering what we had found below. I approached the ghost, and handed it the
book. The tome disappeared from my outstretched hand, no indication where it had gone.
The ghost spoke again.
Knowledge returns with these simple words on parchmentto teach once morein
a celestial class. I will prevent the same from happeningsome day.
I wondered if the ghost of Ulcaster, for I was now sure that was what this was, would
be able to lay down its burdens in this world when all the knowledge lost in the ruins was
returned to it. However, I made no effort to make any further searches; it seemed fitting
to me that future adventurers should continue the task.
We rested nearby for the night. The next day we headed for Gullykin, a halfling
village I had heard was near Firewine Bridge. Near the village, we came upon more
bounty hunters. Their leader, who recognized me, addressed us.
Sowe finally meet. Poor little Rolanna, I assume youre completely clueless as
why you must die. Im sure youve already had problems with an assortment of
incompetent bounty hunters. Well those days are done, todayyou will die.
Wait a moment! Who is it that wants us dead? I had a faint hope I might learn
more about my persecutor. Before I die, I want to know whose name should be my
dying curse.
Do not think I would be so foolish as to betray my masters name. You may know
that I am Molkar, and I am your death. Now, DIE!
After we had defeated the two humans, a dwarf, and a gnome I didnt bother
carefully searching their bodies for a clue as to what the bounty on my head presently
was. That joke had worn rather thin.
When we entered Gullykin, we asked the nearest halfling where we could find the
headman. He was not hard to find, since he was nearby enjoying the late morning sun,
stretched out asleep on the ground. When we woke him he seemed pleased to see visitors,
giving us a hearty welcome.
Gandolar Luckyfoot, at your disposal. To what does our little village owe the
pleasure of your visit? Off to Durlags Tower? Or have you already been, and now ye
need your breaks and bruises healed? Many a wanderer comes to town nearly bled to
death.
It is not a day for Durlags Tower. Today Im interested in your Firewine ruins, and
Id be grateful if youd show the best way.
Aye, I can point the way to you, and gladly so, but I must warn you as well. There
be many an odd thing that roam through there, and I hear tell they be a touch more
organized than your normal critters, but I hear many things. Just go to the basement of the
winery, there you will find a secret door. He paused, his cheerful demeanor damped, as
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If I might pull on your coattail a moment more, I have a proposition for you. Its
usually nature-quiet by the Firewine ruins, even with its violent bygone. Those who died
and did not sleep have mostly found their rest over time. Its a live threat that comes now,
with a band of kobolds that moved in. Perhaps we could prevail upon you to rid us of this
menace, and in return a gift from us you shall receive. Keep whatever you find, as well.
Have you no brave halflings up to the task? It cannot be so.
Weve a number of hearty tunnelrats, but theyre off hunting with a band of
goblinstickers and not due back for a time or two. Its better if the creatures in the ruin
are expelled before they dig in tight and deep. Help us will you?
Ill gladly aid you small folk as best I can.
As we left Gandolar told us, Gullykin is our pride and joy. Treat her well.
I decided to investigate the village more thoroughly before I did anything else. Few
halflings had come to Candlekeep, and certainly, I had never seen any halfling dwellings.
It helped that the individuals we met were uniformly welcoming. One example will show
what I mean, when a halfling woman greeted us.
Welcome to you, its good to meet you finally. I have heard much ado about your
visit to our little village.
Why should there be such a ruckus? Are visitors so uncommon here?
Oh no, we get quite the traffic as far as merchants and caravans go. Its just the
wandering adventurer that raises the eyebrows. No doubt you shall feel like quite the
spectacle during your stay, but its only because the small folk admire the spirit of
Littleman that you possess. He was our greatest wanderer in all of halfling history. You
are an oddity, but also to be admired. Welcome to you, and enjoy your stay.
We learned odd bits about the history of Gullykin, said to have been founded by a
band of halflings fleeing persecution in Amn, and nearby Firewine Bridge, which was an
elven trading town until it was destroyed in a wizards duel some two hundred years
back.
A visit to another unique feature of the village, a combination brewery and temple,
was fascinating. It was run by a halfling named Alvanhendar, who didnt seem quite as
pleased to see us.
Eh? Whos this then? More intrepid fools on the road to a beating? I suppose ye
need the healing or some such, to repair whatever damage ye marched headlong into.
Well the Provider provides and the Provider protects, but dont ye go messing up her
handiwork anytime soon! And stand ye away from them barrels of ale! Littleman watches
over all, and hell turn you out on your ear if you damage a cork in his spiritual home.
We dont need your help, I assured him.
Ye may think ye dont need my help, but Ill wager a sour egg to a 12 pound goose
that there be something off-kilter in yer head. Most o you wanderers are but a quarter
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We were readily invited into the halflings homes, most of several floors, all but the
first sunk into the ground. We had to crouch to avoid the low ceilings, and in nearly every
house we entered were forced at a minimum to share tea and pastries with the owner. In
one home a halfling man was especially pleased to see us.
Well hello there! Welcome to mine home, fellow wanderers! How could I turn you
away when we share a common spirit? Ill wager none of the village understands you as I
do.
My thanks for your hospitality, but how do you claim to know me so well?
How indeed, but for having been there myself! Ah, it was the grand old days when I
roamed the land, stirring up trouble as I went. Swung a blade with the best, I did! Of
course the rest of the village thought me madMAD, for leaving house and hearth! They
just could not understand, but they welcomed me back when the rigors of the road left me
somewhat aged. Still, what a grand time it was! Stay by my fire and mayhaps sometime
we shall swap tales of daring do over a mug or three! Justnot right now. I am a mite
tired and need my rest.
The halflings we met were so friendly that I had begun to freely open the door of any
dwelling that wasnt locked, and simply walk inside. I did so at one house, and hearing
noise from downstairs descended the steps. The halfling who was down there was not
happy to see me and my companions.
WHAT in the nine hells are you doing in my burrow home! I dont know why
youre here, but any assumptions you might have about halfling hospitality, does not
apply to me. When an intruder breaks into my home, I kill em. There was a strange
smell down here, one I had smelled before.
It sort of smells like kobold in your little hole. I wonder why that is? I thought
halflings hated kobolds.
Oh no. Youve found me out. Yes, Im the one who has been letting the kobolds
into our quaint little town. Its just too bad that you wont be alive to tell anyone about
it.
He pulled a knife and stabbed Branwen in the knee. I drew my sword, wondering if I
would have to kill him, but Branwen had already swung her warhammer, with fatal
consequences, which took the decision out of my hands. While Branwen healed her
injury, and I searched the halflings body, Imoen found a secret entry to steps leading
down, Kivan kept watch for anything untoward, and Safana searched the dwelling for
valuables. Typical behavior which I had come to expect from my companions.
The steps behind the secret panel, when descended, issued into a small chamber
which an ogre mage had made his lair. The creature was at home.
MMMaaaahaha! Puny peoples come to fight!? Good! It has been much fun killing
the little people of Gullykinbut it will be just as much fun killing you!
Weve come to put an end to your evil tyranny! I recognized this must be the one
behind the halflings problems. You and your minions will bother Gullykin no more!
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HA! Me prepared for plenty death! All YOURS! You fall for trap, like all others!
Me pester little halflings, and heroes come to dungeon! They always have better
treasure than simple halflings! Now we fight, you die, and me get all you have!
RAAAAGH!
We killed the ogre mage, a human mage, four ogrillons and several kobolds. The
underground hallways we were in burrowed their way for quite some distance, as we
were to find out. The kobolds we had killed actually presaged a greater problem than the
ogre mage. They were armed with fire arrows; groups of them seemed to appear from the
walls of the narrow twisty passages we traversed, bedeviling our forward progress. I
found it quite unsettling to charge into a room, facing half a dozen bolts of fire arcing my
way. The pressure was on me, since I was usually able to take the arrows on my shield, or
be protected from the fire by my armor. Imoen and Safana had no such protection, so I
endeavored to draw the kobolds shots. Despite their unique weaponry, they were still
kobolds, and could not stand long in close combat once within the reach of a sword.
We also encountered an undead knight, who insisted we strike it down and take its
armor back, although it didnt say back where. I obediently took the battered, useless
armor. Quite nearby, five ghostly knights waited. When I handed one the armor, it
seemed to satisfy some purpose, for they disappeared after one spoke a final thought.
So it wasSo it isTogether enterTogether fall. Brother traitor completes the
oneTogether free.
We fought our way through the labyrinth, finally emerging into the sunlight on its far
side. We came up in the ruins of a house, although I could see the top of a much larger
ruin not far off. We had gone a little distance when a man hailed us.
Greeting little ones. You have the look of experienced travelers, and a few of you
look to be fine warriors. My name is Meilum, Im the Sword Coasts most skilled
swordsman. You may have heard of my name, Im quite famous afterall.
Wow! The best swordsman on the Sword Coast. Its an honor to meet such a
distinguished man. I hadnt heard his name before, but Candlekeep is not the place to
hear news of the latest martial feats. It would seem his fame hadnt done well by him,
since his clothes were ragged and travel worn.
Yes, I know, I know. Im quite unbeatable. Never lost a fight once. Sometimes it
can be a pain being such a renowned swordsman. You know, people making challenges,
women throwing their underpants. But what can a man do. If youre born with a skill,
you might as well show it off.
Well, it was nice meeting you Meilum. Maybe well meet again, and you could
show us a few of your techniques.
All right then, Id better be off now. You know how it is, places to go, people to
meet.
We descended a path into a rather wide ravine. I looked down it, realizing the
structure I had noticed earlier was a huge stone bridge. We were actually in an empty
riverbed. A scream brought my mind back to present affairs. We approached a robed
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Hes driving memad! Oh please make it stop, make him stop his screaming.
AAAHhhhhhhShut it up!
Whats wrong? What is driving you to madness? I didnt see anything around that
should be causing this reaction. If you want help, youre going to have to calm down.
He its in my head. It wont be quiet, just keeps on whispering, and whispering.
You see this jar. Do you SEE it?!!!
We see the jar, now just calm down and tell us whats happening.
My companions and Iwe explored the Firewine ruinsand we found we
found, this jar. Itit drove them all mad. They hacked and they cut, andthe blood, so
much blood. Theyre all dead now, and only Im left. The voiceit tells me to say the
name. If I say the name, it promises great rewards. ButI wontI wont.
What do you want us to do? How can we help you?
Poor Carsa cannot be helped. You cant help Carsa! You must run, and run fast.
Soon Carsa will not be able to resistsoon Carsa will say its name. Then it will come
and there will be bloodmy blood, your blood.
Just give us the jar Carsa. Well know what to do with it. Dont worry.
NO! Carsa will not give the jar. The jar is Carsas and hers alone. Get awayget
away or Carsa will say the nameand we will all die.
Give us the jar Carsa. Give it to us now! I had been sensing evil from Carsa. Now I
wondered if it came from something she carried, something that needed to be destroyed.
You not take the jar from Carsa. Its mine. MINE!! Stay away, or I say the name.
Stay away.
Were taking the jar from you, whether you like it or not.
NOOO. KAHRK!! OH MIGHTY KAHRK!!!
Carsa died, blood spurting as her skin split in a dozen places. In her place stood an
ogre mage.
I am freeat last. Mortals, before you die, know that you have pleased KAHRK,
mightiest of the Ogre Magi. Your deaths shall feed my power, for now I am weak.
The ogre surrounded itself with a field that was impervious to magic, but it had no
such protection against normal weapons. Branwen and I, backed up by Kivan, managed
to bring it down.
I am proud to stand among such strong warriors, commented Branwen to Kivan
and me after the combat.
After a little more exploration in the dry riverbed, we climbed the bank, and headed
towards the Firewine Bridge. The elves had built well; it was whole other than a few
cracks and a narrow opening where the two sides of the bridge had pulled away from one
another, leaving a gap in the deck. We also met a bard, Poe, on the bridge, who
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A hale and hearty hello mine friends! A fine day, is it not? It was not always so
serene in these parts though, as you can no doubt discern from the ruins about us all.
Tragic loss to the area it was, some 300 years past. Ive tales though; tales of heroes and
villains that have come and gone amidst these stones since that prosperous time. Could I
entreat your ears to hear one? It is an epic I have been working on for some time, based
on the rumors I hear and the strange things I see in my dreams at night. Would you care
for a story this eve?
When I indicated my assent, he continued.
Wonderful! Stand relaxed and I shall relate it to you! It is a poetic treatise I should
like to call The Knights of Days Hence. EhhI know the title needs work, but the soul
of the piece is right and true!
Ive a tale, a tale to tell
of Knights so bold and dungeon hell and slumber broke upon the shore
of nightmares reef when dawn no more.
A story true of courage lack,
and footing lost on virtues track and trailing far but near to fear
a vengeance scream through night to ear.
The swordsmen came by two and four
to take their fight to evils core with confidence in might and right
went bravely forward spreading light.
But light alone canst clear the path
when suffers all a hellish wrath from deep below whence fires came,
still none above dare speak the name.
Together fought, together fell
till good had won, though stories tell the cursed tale of treachery
when evil stole the victory.
Heroes bold betrayed behind
from friend made foe with gold in mind to take and plunder riches won.
Twas evil new, though old undone.
In glory slept the hero knights
but knife to throat did snuff the lights behind their eyes, a simple deed.
Twas honor dead as killed by greed.
Strong enough to break a vow,
alone with gold he struggled now to leave his dungeon deed and hide.
Alone he fell; alone he died.
Widows weep and orphans cry
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that haunt in sleep with ghostly glow.


On guard the guard eternal stand
though neither see nor sense the land before their eyes beyond their age
they wait with unbelieving rage.
When one for all turns all for one
the injured souls take solace none in deaths release so stand they will,
til honors need someone dost fill.
Together enter, together fall.
Tis as the vow agreed by all and all must stand and wait in time
for one that ran to face the crime.
I have not been, but have been told
of Knights of days gone past so bold to warrant heartfelt prayers from thee,
that rogues return might set them free.
I do not have a good ear for poetry, but it seemed to me I had heard better. However,
it was interesting that the story seemed to concern the ghostly knights I had met in the
underground labyrinth.
An interesting piece, young bard. Is there any truth behind it?
Ah, but there is some truth in everything, is there not? I cannot attest to the validity
of the tale itself, as I have only culled from hearsay. I only know for certain that it makes
for good patronage when I pass my hat. Strikes a chord with many, it does.
We completed the bridge crossing, and returned to Gullykin. The headman was
saddened to hear of the treachery and death of one of his own, who we learned was
named Jenkal. But he was pleased at our other news.
Rolanna! You have cleared out the Firewine bridge ruins! No longer will kobolds
plague our tiny village. I must congratulate you on a job well done. Everyone is grateful
for your help. Take this small amount of money as a show of our gratitude.

Ankhegs
After returning to Beregost to restock supplies, we headed north of the Friendly Arm
Inn to clear out any bandits. As we approached more closely the great city of Baldurs
Gate, the land became more friendly, farm buildings and plowed fields replacing woods
and bracken.
Halt, be you friend or foe? an armored man walking on the road towards us
suddenly demanded.
Were friends, who are you? I asked. The man was young, perhaps younger than
me, and very earnest with his question, although I had to wonder how many replies of
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I am Ajantis, he replied, squire paladin of the Order of the Most Radiant Heart,
servant to Helm, son of the noble family of Ilvastarr. I am here to hunt down the vile
brigands who assault those traveling these roads. What of you?
We share a similar goal, we too are after the bandits who have been raiding along
the Coast way. Why do you fight against these brigands, Ajantis?
When I introduced myself, you perhaps heard when I referred to myself as a Squire
knight. I am on a quest to earn my right to be a full-fledged member of the Order of the
Most Radiant Heart. Perhaps we could join forces, for we both wish to see the end of this
bandit threat.
Why not, we could use another warrior. I was interested to learn more about him,
and the order he claimed to serve, although in the more settled region we were traversing
I thought we would find few bandits.
A little further ahead I stopped to ask an armored woman standing by the side of the
road exactly where we were. She spoke before I could, incorrectly assuming a different
reason for our presence.
Youve come here to fight ankhegs? Well, listen up: its mating season, so its
primarily females coming up to the surface, looking to put on a little extra weight.
Theyre hungry, theyre aggressive, and there are a lot of them. Now, the point of this
exercise is not to exterminate them, but to keep their population to a manageable level.
Remember, they aerate the soil and thereby improve crop yields by as much as 15%.
Food is going to be scarce enough in the next few years, so keep that in mind when
youre out there. No more than ten ankhegs per party. After that its catch and release,
alright? Most of the activity starts about fifty yards to the east. Now move out, everyone.
Ill keep an eye on things from here.
I wasnt sure what an ankheg was, but it sounded like an interesting adventure. Not
far away we encountered our first ankheg. It suddenly burrowed up from the ground not
far away. An ankheg is covered in armored plates, reminding one of an insect, with
multiple clawed limbs, and a head and mouth shaped to aid digging. A full grown
individual is about twice as long as I am tall. Its mouth parts are quite capable of cutting
through armor, but unless you choose to fight them, like us, they are normally easy to
outrun, since they cannot burrow through the ground faster than a slow walk, and do not
like to move about above ground.
Pleasewill no one help me? Anyone? a farmer begged us as we cut across his
field. Ive nowhere else to be turnin. I beseech thee, please help. Its strange happenings
at my farm and Ive not the strength I once had. Ive nothing to offer, and even if I did I
doubt such as you would have need of it. Please.
You need look no further for aid. What can I do? I noticed Ajantis beamed
approvingly at my words.
Oh by the Great Mother, thank you! My son Nathan and his friends went looking
for our missing cattle, then they just up and disappeared! Been gone for days now and,
with all the bandits around, who knows whats happened. I dont know where they were
heading, but I saw some sort o tracks to the west. Please find Nathan; I cant afford to
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As we tracked following the farmers directions, Ajantis volunteered some


information about himself. Besides being a squire-paladin of the Order of the Most
Radiant Heart, he stated he enforced the power and discipline of Helm. He had studied
swordplay under such luminaries as Myrmith Splendon. His skill and devotion apparently
brought him to the attention of the paladin Keldorn, one of the most respected of the
order, who decided to take Ajantis under his wing as a squire. Recently, Ajantis had
asked for the honor of becoming a full-fledged member of the order. To accomplish this
he had traveled the Sword Coast, in order to help curtail the increased humanoid activity
in the region. If he succeeded in his quest, the order would vote on his eligibility for
membership. He seemed utterly devoted to this mission.
The tracks led to the opening of an underground cave complex. It had been created
by ankhegs, but the walls were nearly as hard as rock, not the soft dirt I would have
expected. Perhaps some excretion of the ankhegs explained this. We found large numbers
of the creatures. Ajantis always placed himself in the forefront in any battles against these
beasts, yelling his battlecry, For the glory of Helm! We also found the body of a boy in
his early teens. We carried the body back to the farmer, who was named Brun.
Have you found my son? Is he well? He anxiously asked when he saw us, not
realizing the significance of our cloak-wrapped burden. I had the unhappy task of telling
him the truth.
I am afraid Nathen is dead, sir. He died defending your farm from a nest of strange
beasts.
No. My only sonIt is a black day. He died for this farm, but I am too old to work
it and too poor to hire someone else. Ive lost him AND the land. At least now I know
Thank you for your help butI wish to be alone now.
What am I to do. muttered the farmer as he turned away from us, not wanting us
to see the tears in his eyes.
Brunwe have all we need, I said, holding out a pouch of coins. In fact, youd be
doing us a favor if you would take this extra off our hands. Its a burden for us to carry.
Wellif its causin you strife to hang on to it, I suppose I couldhold it for ya.
Thank you, strangers. I dont believe Ill see the like of you again.
Soon after we encountered again the official in charge of the ankheg hunt. Unaware
of the human tragedy we had just witnessed, she busied herself counting the heads of the
beasts we had killed. After making an official tally, she spoke to us.
Good work, and Ill trust that you stuck to the quota. Here is 75 gp. Go find
yourself a room in the city and rest up. Youve earned it.
We walked north and west, coming to the south bank of the River Chionthar. We
went a ways west along the river, coming upon several houses of fishermen, their boats
on blocks out of the water. A group of three fishermen nearby noted our interest.
Im sorry but weve no fish today, said one. Perhaps inless troubling times.
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Oh yeah, the problem. Jebadoh was downcast, not appearing to be very interested
any longer in this problem. Sorry for my manner but werewere a poor folk not
accustomed to trouble, and its hard times now. We cant but get a boat into the water
before shes swamped by the rains.
Its that bitch of Umberlee! Shes the one! angrily stated the third man.
Steady Telman, cautioned the second. What he means is, were being harassed by
a priest of the Bitch Queen Umberlee. We dont even know why, but whenever we
attempt to fish she turns the weather sour. Two of us were washed away just walking to
the docks, but we cannot prove to the guard it was her. We be needin someone to strong
arm her into leaving us alone. Weve not much money, but Ill gladly give you a
magical weapon from my grandfathers adventuring days. Its a meager amount for your
trouble, but it would be a great service to us. Will you help a group of poor fishermen?
Your offer is fair. Consider it done. I would see what I could do for these simple
fishermen.
Ah, I knew we could depend on you to do whats right. She hides out near a small
shack to the north. Watch yer backs and act quickly; shes tricky. Good luck brave
friends.
The second man told us his name was Sonner. We backtracked along the river bank,
heading east, and as the river curved, north. We passed the great bridge over the river that
connects to Baldurs Gate. A short distance past here we stopped at a house that matched
the description given us by the fishermen. A young girl was standing in front. She could
have been no older than twelve.
Stop! You are trespassing on my land-home! she yelled at us. None come this
way armed as your are; it was those horrible fishermen what hired you wasnt it? Speak!
Ummmmthey did send me, I had to admit, but I wish only to know what is
going on.
What goes on is none of your business! Leave now, lest you earn the same fate that
they have!
I did not make a move. I had a strong sense of evil from the child, surprising to me in
one so young. There was something going on here that I needed to settle.
I warn you once again to leave my home, she said. If you do not, I must assume
you are allied with my enemies!
I asked again what was going on.
As cowardly as they are treacherous; hiring others to do what they could not!
Tonight I shall put an end to all of this! The seas cry for vengeance!
The girl attacked me, swinging a small mace. With a yell, I told the others not to get
involved. I dealt her a buffet with my fist, sending her to her knees, the mace flying out
of her hand. She gave a cry of frustration.
Why do you do this? Dont you know what theyve done? Sonner and the others,
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her duty, collecting the offerings from those that would use the sea. They stole her
elemental summoning bowl, and tortured her for the words that make it work. Now they
all misuse a gift from Umberlee to pillage the seas, and my mothers spirit cant rest until
it is returned. I have more power than mother had, Umberlee gave me her anger, but I
cant find the bowl. All I can do is hurt them till they give it back or die, but Im so tired.
I dont have mothers will, and the goddess is so demanding. Help me, please. There
was a little girl in there after all. Despite the evil I sensed, I believed what she said.
Shhh, child. I shall help as best I can.
Oh thank you! The Sea Queen may yet be satisfied with the return of the bowl, but
one way or another Sonners group must no longer profit at her expense. It is probably
being hidden in a shrine to another god. I dont know where the shrine is, and couldnt go
near even if I did, but Sonner may tell youif you ask him with a blade. Go now, for
Umberlee is seldom patient, and you are not yet on her good side.
I asked if I could speak to her in private for a few moments, since I wanted to be sure
I had made the right decision. The others in the party moved off to give us some room. I
used my charm ability on her, and asked her about herself.
New friend of mine! You may call me Tenya, and know that I am a priestess of
Umberlee. For many weeks now I have searched for the relic that was stolen from my
mother. The fishermen Telman, Jebadoh, and Sonner stole it when they became jealous
of her power. I will soon have my revenge against these petty fishermen.
I returned to the others, telling them we would get the summoning bowl from the
fishermen and return in to Tenya. Ajantis protested my decision, asking why we were
aiding such an evil child. I was surprised, and asked how he could know she was evil as I
did, since I had assumed this was an ability only I possessed. He in turn was surprised,
explaining this was an ability all paladins possessed; he had known I was a paladin as
soon as he had met me, which explained his ready offer to join.
Ajantis was always claiming to find evil. When we had been in the underground cave
burrowed by the Ankhegs, he had told everyone that This dungeon has a sense of evil
about it. When we had passed through a small copse of woods on our way here, he had
said, This forest has a sense of evil about it. I suspected he could find a taint of evil
everywhere except a temple to a good god, which is not too surprising, for who but a few
saints are completely good?
When we returned to the fishermen, I asked first to speak to Sonner, alone. When I
used my charm ability on him he confirmed my decision.
My names Sonner, and Im a simple fisherman. Lately, a young priestess of
Umberlee has been causin me and my friends a lot of trouble. Seems she wants revenge
against us for killing her mother. Well, we had to. A Talos priest promised his favor upon
us if we did. Caught between gods, we are. You are as well.
When Sonner recovered, we returned to where the others were waiting.
You again? asked Jebadoh.
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This priestess had much to say about the group of you, I replied ambiguously.
She knows we sent you? Telman paled. Damn it, shell kill us all for.
Hold your tongue Telman, ordered Sonner. Now I warned ya she was
treacherous. Youve gone and believed her lies, havent you?. What did she say; that we
stole some bowl or something? Seems a pretty shallow excuse to kill us over, doesnt it?
Now as I said before, we are but poor fishermen, but what if we toss in anotheroh
100 gold. Will that change your mind?
These three were on a swift slide to evil. After having killed Tenyas mother, they
had balked at murdering her child, but not so much they wouldnt hire someone else to do
it. I had to wait a moment before replying to contain my anger.
The child has said that you killed her mother and have been taking far too much
from the seas. I dont like being used, Sonner. It makes meangry.
Well thats it then! Telman was now white, and shaking slightly. The jigs up
isnt it?
That bitch priestess was taking tribute from us for years! protested Jebadoh. The
price just kept climbing, and you cant sail without appeasing Umberlee! The cleric of
Talos in Baldurs Gate said.
Suffice to say, Sonner said more calmly, we made other arrangements for our safe
passage at sea. Part of that deal was a little payback as well. So you see, we are all pawns
within the friendly rivalries of the gods. You had best tread carefully, lest you step on
some pretty powerful toes.
Give me the bowl, Sonner, I demanded, sick of his justifications. Ill not ask so
nicely a second time!
I suppose I have little choice then. Ive had it on me the entire time; we felt it was
safest that way. Take it, but know that the Storm Lord knows who it is that opposes him.
Youve got what ye came for, now get out of here. I should stay well away from any
Talos shrine if I were you. Vengeful things these gods.
Branwen wanted us to kill these, as she put, cowardly murderers. I forbade it; the
fishermen had already suffered, and their deaths would not bring back Tenyas mother. It
was ironic that the fishermen had killed in order to protect their livelihood, but after
angering Umberlee, they were fools if they did not flee as fast and as far from the sea as
they could. I didnt pass this advice along, as they were in no mood to hear any more
words of mine.
Ajantis agreed with my decision regarding the fishermen, but I think he still couldnt
understand why I was helping Tenya. He also had a comment for Safana.
I think it would be wise for you to improve your conduct while in this party.
You could be somewhat more creative in your insults. Safana had ignored Ajantis
since he had joined the party, unlike Kivan. After this comment, she returned to ignoring
him.
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Here is the bowl that was taken from your mother. Perhaps now she will rest.
Umberlee is mother now, and she is well pleased. She will deal with Sonners group
in time, and Talos will no doubt abandon them for their failure. If they are wise they will
never set sail again, for the sea will take their worthless lives. I have no reward for you,
but the Sea Queen remembers those that serve her well. You will be paidin time.
As we rested after this, I took the opportunity to question Ajantis about how he came
to realize he was called to be a paladin. He explained that as a teen he had felt a strong
sense while he was in the Temple of Helm that he needed to serve the god in some way.
He consulted with a priest of the temple, who determined he had been called to follow a
martial path, and suggested he join the Order of the Most Radiant Heart in the city of
Athkatla in Amn. I did feel a strong urge to see justice done where I could, but I had felt
no corresponding desire to follow any god. It was something I needed to think on.
I sat and meditated on this. We were resting alongside the Coast Way. As I sat,
suddenly a familiar voice rang out.
Hello, my unfortunate friends. No doubt a comrade or two has met their deaths, and
now you require me to step into their still-warm boots. Xan was standing there. He told
me he had finished reporting to his superiors, and was now available to help. I agreed he
could accompany us, and introduced him to those he didnt know. Kivan and Branwen
seemed willing to accept him, while I noticed Safana sizing him up, probably hoping to
play him off against Kivan. Ajantis was not so accepting. He did not care for Xans
despondent personality, exemplified by comments such as Were all doomed, or Let
us save our effort and just lie down and die.
Since we were so close, I decided to visit Baldurs Gate. I had heard descriptions of
the city from many travelers who came to Candlekeep, and was anxious to see it for
myself. To my surprise, after crossing the bridge to it the citys great gate was shut. A
Flaming Fist mercenary standing guard before the gate explained what was going on.
Sorry traveler, but the entrance to Baldurs Gate is closed. With all of the bandit
activity about, weve been forced to keep the gate closed. Perhaps if you return later,
things may have changed and we may be able to re-open the city.
This is the city of Baldurs Gate! I protested. To be honest, my pride was also a
little hurt. I had been working for weeks to end the bandit menace, and unreasonably
expected those within the city to be fully aware of my efforts. You have the mighty
Flaming Fist to defend you. Why would you be afraid of bandit excursions?
Normally what you have said would be true, but most of the Flaming Fist is down
to the south, and the Grand Dukes feel that the city is exposed. I apologize for any
inconvenience, but there is nothing I can do.
As we left the guard, Ajantis made a comment to Xan.
There is not but good and evil. I suspect you are of the latter.
It seems our resident suicide monger, Ajantis, replied Xan, lives in a black and
white world. I agreed with Xans assessment. My fellow paladin Ajantis (I still wasnt
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could. But Ajantis had a need to simplify everything around him, ignoring that most
people have no strong tendency towards either good or evil.
After we had recrossed the bridge, a fisherman hailed us from his boat. He came
from the village of Ulgoths Beard. This village is at the mouth of the Chionthar River
(Baldurs Gate is a good quarter-days row further up the river). For a little cash, he
offered to take us to the village. I agreed.
Ulgoths Beard proved much more fascinating than I would have thought. A little
time spent in the local inn allowed me to hear numerous rumors. Word of an ancient cult
risen again, unsubstantiated tales of a murderous creature stalking the night, and talk of
strange goings on in the house of Shandalar, the powerful and eccentric mage who made
his home in the normally sleepy village. I also learned that tours of the fabled Tower of
Durlag operated from Ulgoths Beard; the tower sounded like a place where adventurers
could test their mettle. I wondered if perhaps such a test would better prepare me to fight
the darkness that threatened to destroy the Sword Coast and me with it.
However, I had agreed to meet Jaheira at Beregost soon, so I could spend only a little
more time here. I did meet a gentleman who invited us into his house. He had an
interesting story.
You are heroes for Sword Coast, I, uhm, long wait to meet you. I am Mendas of
Waterdeep, quester of small truth in this land. We, that is, I am in need of favor from you.
I have a money for pay and a big heart for friendship. Can you help a gentle fellow in
search for knowledge?
Knowledge is a worthy pursuit my friend. I will help if I can. I was happy to have
met someone who had heard of us; our fame must be spreading if word of our deeds had
reached even this backwater. I didnt think to wonder at the time that Mendas didnt seem
to know our names or any particulars of what we had done.
Tragic things are happening in this unfair, uh, how you sayworld. The men with
power, they hurt the men with none. They destroy things that teach us better life. I tell
you true, it would be better if these men are not born! This Merchant League, these bad
men, they find the island to the west. The island has a broken ship, an, uh, shipwreck.
Very old shipwreck, they say.
How did the Merchant League discover the island?
They sail to New World and big storm blow them north. The sailors cant control
boat and it almost crash on island rocks. It is very stormy but they can see the old
wrecked ship. They come back to Baldurs Gate and sell sea charts to Merchants
League. A pox upon them!
Why is the Merchants League interested in an island in the middle of nowhere?
What does it boast besides dangerous shores and a rotting ship?
These merchant men are greedy. They want island and ship. May their bones rot in
Nine Hells! The merchants want treasures from the New World. The Trackless Sea is
very wide, so Merchant League ships must stop for supplies. They would stop at
Evermeet but elf place is north, too much. Only place to stop is Sundrah on Lantan but
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sailors see more than shipwreck on island. They see big harbor, also. They want to turn
this harbor into new stop for ships from Waterdeep or Baldurs Gate.
What about the shipwreck?
The Merchant League sailors see markings on the ship. The shipwreck, hero, is
Baldurans. These men they think that Balduran had much treasure on his final voyage.
Maybe this true, but ship also has many artifacts. These things hold knowledge of
Baldurans fate. I wish to recover the ships logbook. I will solve mystery of Baldurans
final voyage. Merchant League will destroy my artifacts to get treasure. This must not
happen! If you help me, I get things precious to me, you get treasure, merchant men get
nothing. You will help, yes?
Mendas, you are clearly working towards a noble end. I will help you.
I charter boat forthwith. There is small problem, though. These men that find island,
they keep the sea charts locked up. In Baldurs Gate, there is building in Northeast of city
called Counting House; to find it just go northeast from Elfsong tavern. The sea charts,
they are in there. Most likely, captain of ship will have them. I dont know such things as
chart retrieval but you are hero and it is no problem for heroes. There might be small
danger so I give you some gold for the charts. I will wait for you here.
Consider it done. I will be back as soon as I am able.
Please hurry friends, I need charts soon. Merchants prepare ships as we speak.
When we left his house, a seaman stopped us.
Allo mates. Calahan, I be, scourge of fish in th seven seas. Aint seen ye before.
New, ye be?
Indeed, it is my first visit to lovely Ulgoths Beard; situated on the lovely Sword
Coast, a short carriage ride from downtown Baldurs Gate.
A silver tongue ye have. Th Beard is lovely as a mules ass an it smells like a ten-
day-fish. Welcome, all! May th fleas be kind an th ladies kinder.
Thank you, good sir.
Tis nothin. Ye look a mite floundered, mates. Can I be o assistance.
Aye, you can. Know you Mendas of Waterdeep?
Mendas, eh? Es a grim sort. Neer a kind word or a ows-yur-auntie?
I assume that you know him. Perhaps you could share your perceptions of the
fellow.
Aye, Ive known im fer as long as he been in th Beard. But I member better wi a
lil gold in me palm.
I seewill 20 gold suffice?
Aye, it will. Mendas came t th Beard this season past. Bought ol Svensons place,
he did. He claimt t be from Waterdeep, but I known fellers fr th City o Splendors an
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as well as I do, you mean.


Nay, better. Wherever es from, Mendas darnta like t mix with us common folk.
E keeps to imself in his house, for th most part. E leaves for a few days every month,
is all. Tis all I be knowin, Im afraid.
My thanks, Calahan. Youve been very helpful. May the fish always bite for you.
Tis th least a lad could do. Gday to ye all.
Calahan also suggested we speak to an old gnome woman. She was not hard to find
in such a small village.
Come to old Dushai, ye do, she greeted. Come to drink of me Gnomish
knowledge.
Certainly, old woman, if you have knowledge to depart then you have my ear.
Ye walk quite blindly into this adventure. I know something of Baldurans story
and will share it with you. I require only a bit of gold for me research expenses.
After settling on a price, she agreed to continue.
Listen, then, and learn. As ye may know, Baldurs Gate was named for the
legendary seafaring explorer Balduran, who long ago sailed past Evermeet in search of
the rich, fabled isles of Anchorome. Balduran returned with tales of strange, vast lands
across the seas. He also brought back much wealth and scattered it about his sparsely
settled home harbor. So Baldurs Gate was born.
He then set sail again for the wondrous lands he had found. Balduran never
returned. Some say he sails still, finding new lands in the endless reaches of the far sea,
or even that he sailed off the world and fares now among the stars. Others whisper that he
met with misfortune and perished in the deeps, while still others believe that he lived to a
ripe old age in his newfound home. Perhaps you will discover his fate on this island that
you sail to, perhaps not. Regardless, I wish ye well on your journey and may say no
more.
Evil will always fail against courage and honor, commented Ajantis when she had
finished, apparently having decided Balduran must have faced an evil which still lurked
somewhere out to sea.
If Id wanted your opinion I would have asked for it, added Xan, taking exception
to what he had said.
Evil must be purged wherever it is found, even among companions, Ajantis
seriously stated, eyeing Xan as if waiting for him to change into some foul demon.
Have you ever wondered how hollow your convictions sound, Ajantis? Xan turned
away, sadly shaking his head.
In the local inn I had also run into a dwarf. As soon as he noticed adventurers
entering, he had come over to speak to us.
A merry band of heroes ye be! Have I got the adventure thatll make ye yearn for
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Well met! What adventure do you speak of?


A glorious adventure indeed. Ye have heard of Durlags Tower, mayhaps?
Ive heard of it, yes. Its a haunted tower to the south of here, is it not?
It was haunted by me grandas friend for a time. He went mad ye see. Durlag
Trollkiller was a Dwarven hero of great renown. Single-handedly slew many a dragon, he
did. Me granda was a good friend of Durlags. They adventured together until me
grandas untimely death several centuries ago.
Me granda was slain by an evil demon but Durlag survived. Durlag kept
Soultaker that had been me grandas. He was going to send it to me mother but he was
betrayed. A sad tale, that. After Durlag built the tower, his family was replaced by
doppelgangers. Durlag killed them all but was driven mad by the act. He entrapped his
tower heavily and forgot about me grandas dagger. When I heard the story as a youth, I
went to retrieve the dagger meself but was driven back by Durlags devious traps. If ye
be interested, I wish to hire ye to retrieve me grandas dagger, Soultaker, me birthright.
The tower has been penetrated somewhat by previous adventurers. I would think that the
edge has been taken off of the danger. What say you?
I will find your dagger if I am able. I couldnt say if I would ever journey to the
tower, and it seemed unlikely I would find the dagger if I did, but there was no harm in
the promise.
Good fortune to ye then. I shall await your return here.
For a small sum we got another fisherman to return us to a place along the river close
to the Coast Way. I told Xan it would be best if we split up for the time being. I suggested
we might meet again when Baldurs Gate was open. I had noticed that Xans constant
pronouncements of doom had been wearing on the others. I myself had not been immune.
Time apart would do all of us good.
Ajantis watched Xan go his own way up the road, then suddenly whirled to me, and
announced, You are a most beautiful lady. Nonplussed, I stammered some reply, to
which he solemnly said, We must always strive to be role models to the meek. My
cheeks burning, I had to wonder whether he really meant the compliment, or if he had
only said what he thought should be said to honor me, the idiot.
Ajantis told me he must leave and return to his order. He seemed quite surprised and
put out that I would not agree to accompany him south to join his order, as though the
quest I was on was of little importance. He stood in shock as we walked away, expressing
his confusion.
Butbutwe were a team, we were bound byby honor! SighWhy is
everything always so complicated?

Cloakwood
We met with Jaheira and Khalid in Beregost. An outpost of the Iron Throne,
probably a mine, was located in the Cloakwood. Jaheira wanted me to penetrate the
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but she assured me she and her husband would meet us along the way. Dynaheir and
Minsc were not with them, but Jaheira told me she had found them quite useful, and in
fact she was leaving immediately to meet with them at the Friendly Arm.
If we were to enter another mine, a dwarf would be a useful companion. The last
time I had been in Beregost, I had stopped in a small caravaneering shop. The assistant
keeping the shop had told me the owner, a dwarf, was traveling but was expected back
shortly. When I returned to the shop this time, the dwarf was in.
Greetings, Im Kagain, what can I do for you?
Ummmm. I wasnt prepared for the sense of wrongness I got from Kagain. To give
me time to consider, I asked a harmless question. What kind of shop is this anyhow?
I run an escort business. I hire mercenaries to escort caravans on route from Amn to
Baldurs Gate. Right now Im lookin for some strong sword arms, and Im willing to pay
high. It seems that one of the caravans under my protection never arrived at Baldurs
Gate, and I need ta know what happened. You look like a strong group of warriors;
interested in a job?
Sure, we always need more money, tell us more. I decided, despite my misgivings,
we could use his services.
Thats good. Ive been having a lot of problems with bandit activity lately, but
theyve always only taken the cargo and let the caravan go afterward. Ive been catching
flak from the family of some of the passengers of this caravan, after all it was the job of
my mercenaries to make sure everyone got safely to Baldurs Gate. Normally I wouldnt
give one damn about some stupid whiner, but one of the passengers was the son of Entar
Silvershield, and in this part of the world, his word is law. SO do you want the job or not?
Ill pay each of you 30 gold per head, plus a share of any booty, if theres no one left
alive to claim it.
Sounds good to us. I was willing to help him try to find his missing passenger, and
hoped I could persuade him to accompany us afterwards.
Hey, Im glad you guys have some sense in your heads. I have an underling who
can take care of business here while Im gone, so lets get a move on.
The Cloakwood is located north of Candlekeep and south of the mouth of the River
Chionthar. It would take us more than a day just to reach it. I tried to learn more about
Kagain, but beyond his obvious obsession with wealth he refused to answer my
questions. I finally resorted to using my charm ability on him. His response was
enlightening.
I dont have friends, so I dont get why youve suddenly come into my life. Well
friend, if I had something to tell ya, I would, but I dont.
I was somewhat reassured by his lack of hidden motives. We looked at several
destroyed caravans as we traveled, but Kagain declared at the second one we searched,
Im tired of looking fer the damn caravan. Well never find it among all the other dead
caravans weve been coming across. Lets just forget about it and keep to whatever you
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Once we entered the Cloakwood the densely spaced trees blocked out the direct
sunlight, but at least our progress through the dimly lit space under the arcing boughs was
facilitated by a lack of undergrowth. We followed a faint trail, which after a short while
brought us to a hunting lodge in a small clearing. A man standing in front of the lodge
began yelling at us when we appeared.
I cant believe they killed Elban. Those bastards! They are going to pay! He
paused, having gotten a better look at us. Oh, I apologize for my rudeness, I mistook you
for someone else. Let me introduce myself, I am Aldeth Sashenstar. You must understand
that at the moment Im under a terrible amount of stress. You see my dear fellows, there
is a group of uncouth savages that has declared their intention of killing my friends and I.
Ive been holed up in this cabin for several days, and have lacked the wherewithal to try
and make an escape. Perhaps you kind sirs would help a fellow in trouble?
Yes, we would, I cautiously replied, needing to know more about the situation.
Good men! Im glad you had the sense of decency to help a man in my situation.
Let me explain my predicament. My friends and I come here every year to do some sport
hunting. This year however, a group of woodland savages threatened us with bodily harm
if we did not stop our hunting trip. Being civilized men we realized that its well within
our rights to hunt where we damn well please. After a few more days of hunting the crass
woodsmen lost all pretense of humanity and murdered Elban, one of my oldest friends.
Im sure that they plan to attack our cottage here, so we had best be prepared.
We waited for a while, when his prediction was confirmed, three druids walking out
of the woods.
Trespasser and butcher of our wood, solemnly intoned the lead druid, I, Seniyad,
have come to administer the punishment that you have brought down upon yourself. Yet,
who are those that stand beside you? With them we have no quarrel. It is now to you that
I speak; this man has most likely duped you into protecting his sorry hide. He has most
likely not told of the druid that was slain in cold blood. I will allow you to rethink your
earlier decision and leave this man to his most deserved fate.
Do not listen to these slavering wild men my dear fellows, Aldeth spoke in a
belittling voice, they lie as befits the uncultured barbarians that they are.
I hesitated, not knowing quite what to do. I didnt know if the murders spoken of on
both sides were the truth, or what had been the sequence of events leading up to the
present. My inclination was to demand that both sides hold their weapons, but I was
unsure of myself, and stood considering. Branwen angrily spoke up, blaming Aldeth for
lying and placing us in an unhonorable position. Aldeth took that as our decision.
What!?! Have you gone mad, throwing your lot in with a band of madmen. You
treacherous savages, you will suffer for your foolishness! I will deal with Seniyad after I
kill you! With a cry of For Baldurs Gate! he attacked us.
Events had left my control; shortly, Aldeth lay dead on the ground. Seniyad, at least,
was happy with the result.
I congratulate your wise decision. I wish you well for whichever endeavor you now
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would suggest you head west, then north. Be careful in your journeys, for there are many
foul beasts that have inhabited the wood. Another danger is a sect of Shadow druids.
Their Order is a dangerous splinter group of the true druid Order.
It was a lesson for me. In uncertain, dangerous situations it can be important to act,
even if the course of action is unclear. Waiting can allow others to force a direction that
may be worse than any of the originally contemplated alternatives.
After burying Aldeth, we continued into the Cloakwood. We came to a crude
wooden bridge over a stream. As we started to cross, we were hailed from the opposite
side.
Ho! Travelers, hold a moment. A man dressed in light armor was waving at us
from the far end of the bridge. Its refreshing to find other people in this wood. My
name is Coran: thief and archer! Ive been alone in the wilderness for far too long. I
wouldnt mind returning to the big city but I have yet to collect my bounty. Id share the
reward with the lot of you, if you would help hasten the hunt. You interested in hearing
more?
Yes, tell us more, I agreed.
Good, Im glad youre smart enough to recognize opportunity when it comes
knocking. The deal is this: Ive been hired out by the mayor of Beregost to hunt down a
great winged dragon thats been plaguing the caravan routes. Hes offered 2000 gold for
its head. Now before you get cold feet, let me allay your fears. The only descriptions of
the beast have always mentioned its deadly barbed tail. From what I know about dragons
they dont have barbs on their tails - thats something unique to wyverns. So all we have
to do is find this wyverns nest and kill it. Our only worries are if it has friends over for
dinner! So what is your decision, yea or nay?
Yea.
Very well then. We shouldnt tarry any longer; lets collect the heads of those soon
to be sorry wyverns.
Coran indicated he thought the wyvern nest was further into the wood, which meant
we could search for it while we searched for the Iron Thrones mine. I asked about his
past as we continued under the trees. Coran came from the Forest of Tethir, and while he
had great memories of his time there, the serene lifestyle he felt it offered was ultimately
not for him. Instead, he traveled to the city of Baldurs Gate, dreaming of wealth, power,
and respect. With nary a coin to his name he resorted to thievery, stealing only from those
that he felt could spare it, and swearing that he would quit once he had enough gold to
start his own business. Unfortunately, he soon grew to love his new lifestyle, looking
forward to each hair-raising escape, dangerous break-in, or beautiful woman.
Occasionally he would need to leave town for a while, disappearing into the wilderness
until things had cooled down and his name was less known. His most recent retreat was
apparently the result of a relationship with the female sorceress Brielbara. He sheepishly
admitted to being caught in the act of seducing a female member of the Knights of the
Unicorn, and being forced to flee from the violently jealous mage. Although I sensed
nothing disquieting about him, I decided to be sure. I used my charm ability and asked
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What knowledge would you like from me? I could tell you about the beautiful
forests of Tethir, or the many gorgeous damsels that have fallen for my charms. I have
studied up on the wyverns that prey upon the area. They have wicked barbs upon their
tails, which they use to poison their victims. They are cruel beasts that enjoy inflicting
suffering upon their prey. I really have not much more to say.
It didnt take Coran long to make his move on one member of the party.
Youve been dominating my thoughts recently Safana. Its distracting my work.
You have about as much appeal as a rutting Owlbear, was her rejoinder. Safana
seemed to prefer that she do the pursuing.
Safana, you are full of such subtle wit and charm. Coran wasnt about to give up,
either.
I was glad Coran hadnt decided to make his comments to me. Well, mostly glad. I
actually wasnt sure how I would have responded if he had complimented me, not that it
seemed likely that anyone ever would.
The next day we continued west through the forest. I thought we must have been
getting near to the coast, abutting the Sea of Swords, when we ran into a boy. He
hesitantly addressed us.
Hehello travelers, Im Tiber. Couldcould I take up some of your time? I would
be very grateful if you would just listen toif you would just help me!
What is it that troubles you stranger?
Thank you! Thankyouits my brother you see. He and I went into the
Cloakwood to clear the woods of the spider colony that infests it. I know it sounds
foolish but my brother had found the sword Spiders Bane! The sword was created to
kill spidersand we thought we could become famousthe heroes of Cloakwood, and
all that. But my brother hasnt returned yetand its been more than a week. Please,
could you go into the woods and find him for memy mother would be so shattered if
Chelak were to be dead.
Well find your brother for you, dont worry.
Oh yes! Please search quickly his names Chelak. Be careful.
This section of woods was infested with spiders of the giant variety. We were also in
fact almost at the coast; the trees thinned enough that we could see the ocean reflecting
back the morning sun. A large earthen mound rose in front of us. We found an opening;
when we entered, we found an immensely obese individual, along with dozens of spiders.
The naked human was so heavy he (or possibly she) couldnt move; that didnt prevent
him from crowing as the spiders attacked, or casting spells of his own. Only a few spiders
at a time could get to us in the opening, so while Branwen and I faced the leading edge,
the others behind us picked off individuals with bow and spell fire. When we finally
finished them all off, including the human, we found the body of Chelak, drained of its
fluids, along with the Spiders Bane sword. We returned to Tiber with the body of his
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Chelak! OhChelak, he cried in dismay when he realized what we carried. How


will I ever tell my mother. I was so stupid! I should have stopped this stupid idea. Such a
wastesuch a waste. You can keep the damn sword, its been more of a curse than
anything else. I thank you for bringing my brothers body. There was little you could
have done.
I embraced Tiber, and guarded him through the forest until he was near enough to his
home that any attack was unlikely. I then returned to my quest. Coran returned to his
interest in Safana.
Sometimes Safana, I find myself attracted to you, despite your shallow spiteful
demeanor.
I assume, Coran, she replied, that you think your elven charms are considerable.
Let me enlighten you: they arent.
If you werent such a self serving wenchI dont think Id find you half as
attractive.
You think Id surrender myself to the likes of you, thats a laugh.
Admit it Safana, you sometimes find me to your liking.
I might find you attractive, Coran, if you werent so irritating.
Ya dolt, shut yer trap before it gets you into trouble, Kagain spoke up to Coran at
the same time. Coran rounded on him.
I dont appreciate your humor.
The next day Branwen told me she was striking out on her own. She had a
straightforward approach to problems, which usually involved a hefty swing of her
warhammer, and had become increasingly upset with my decisions.
That night Safana disappeared, taking the partys money with her. Greed tended to
overrule her common sense; I think it likely with Kivan and Coran in the party I would
have been able to track her down, but I felt it more important to continue the search for
the Iron Throne mine. Anyway, Safana only took our traveling funds. Jaheira held the
bulk of our money.
Late that day we met up with Jaheira, Khalid, Dynaheir and Minsc. Jaheira wasnt
too unhappy that Branwen had left. She also had always distrusted Safana. She must have
been in a good mood, because she wasnt too pointed in reminding me of this. Jaheira
wasnt impressed by the new members I had picked up, either. Sour Kagain was
admittedly difficult for anyone to like, while Corans attempt to compliment Jaheiras
looks did not go down well.
After talking it over with Jaheira, we decided to split the people we had. Kivan
would take Minsc and Dynaheir and scout to the east and south of our current location.
The remainder, myself, Imoen, Jaheira, Khalid, Coran, and Kagain would head north-east
until we got close to the Chionthar River, then head east, paralleling it.
We had split up and gone a short distance when a druid hailed us.
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Who are you? What is it that you want with us? I asked.
My name is Laskal, and I am the protector of the Cloakwood. I would ask you a
question before I take my leave of you. I have a message for those that serve the Iron
Throne. Would you be a representative of that organization?
We have no connection to that evil group. We are sworn enemies of the Iron
Throne.
Mmmmm. An enemy of an enemy is a friend. My earlier question was just a test. I
am glad to know that you also oppose this organization. They have been a blight on these
woods ever since they re-opened the ancient dwarven iron mine. Well, I am glad to know
you. The Iron Thrones fort is located to the east.
Laskal and Jaheira talked for a little while. Although not personally acquainted, their
druidic beliefs formed a common bond. When Jaheira had finished talking to him, she
told us it should take about two days to reach the Iron Throne outpost. She also said we
could expect some difficulties getting there, although she didnt elaborate.
The next day we ran into one of the difficulties. A druid stopped us, but his reaction
was quite different from Laskals.
You cannot hide from judgement while within the sight of a Shadow Druid! All
who claim membership in traditional druidic orders must contend with our wrath, as will
all that defile nature. I have identified Jaheira among you; no doubt she has converted
you to her fantastical views wherein people live alongside nature in harmony. Such
views are weak, and must be purged! You have consorted with enemies of the Shadow
Druids, and death shall be the penalty!
After we had killed him we continued onwards. We had no choice but to enter the
territory of these Shadow Druids. Nearby was a circle of stones. Another Shadow Druid
was there as well.
I am Faldorn, she announced. Although she eyed Jaheira, at least she didnt
immediately attack. I have been looking for those who would fight for the sanctity of
this forest. Evil men have been defiling the woodlands with smoke and waste, all in a
futile quest for the metal, iron. Would you join me in my task? I would destroy these men
of the Iron Throne. Come with me, they dwell to the east within a fort.
Sure, well help you, I said. I hoped Faldorns presence would prevent further
Shadow Druid attacks. I also had a faint hope she and Jaheira would be able to ignore
their differences in the common struggle against the Iron Throne.
You will help me!? Faldorn was surprised anyone would assist her. Let us find
the men who foul our forests. Quickly! Their punishment must be swift. We must travel
east to their fort.
I asked her about her past. Faldorn said she was the child of a Black Raven Uthgardt
woman. As an infant she was given over to an enclave of Shadow Druids as an offering,
and was thereafter raised according to their beliefs. A splinter group of the main druidic
order, Shadow Druids engage in a very aggressive protection of nature, often relying on
violence to achieve their aims. Faldorn showed great promise as she approached
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their ideals. Her ongoing mission was to use any means available to stop the despoiling of
nature, no matter the risk or the cost to her life (or apparently any other).
Nearby was a huge tree, which had been hollowed out to form a living tower. When I
asked Faldorn about it she only suggested I take a look. Intrigued, I entered. The base of
the tower held no one. When we ascended to the next floor, the Shadow Druid there
reacted in anger.
Who dares presume to trespass upon natures territory whilst a Shadow Archdruid
looks on? Who could be so hungry for death? He paused, recognizing my companion.
Wait. I recognize you as those that travel with Faldorn. She has served the Shadow
Druids well, and if she deems you worthy to share her cause, then you shall have free
passage. Do not delude yourselves into thinking you have gained our favor. Such
alliances are as fickle as the gusting wind.
The self-proclaimed archdruid, Amarande, had little else to say, obviously wishing
us gone. As we left, Jaheira made a cutting remark about him. Faldorn ambiguously
observed in turn, Oak Father, please forgive your wayward brood.
We did not go far before encountering another Shadow Druid. He paused to briefly
speak with us.
Faldorn travels with you, and so you shall live to see the glory of tomorrows
sunrise. If she can stand your presence, then so shall I. Perhaps you even share her
Shadow Druid temperament. If so, you will want to know this: there is a fool in a cave to
the northwest that dares to enslave the animals of this wood for his petty tasks. I shall
give Faldorn the honor of feeding him to his own captives.
Faldorn was anxious to immediately check this out. Jaheira was as well, although she
was more cautious, preferring to see for herself before making a judgement. Faldorn did
not like her attitude, making a comment to her.
You dilute our order with your compassionate attitude.
As we walked, Jaheira made a point of loudly talking to Khalid, expounding her
point of view. Not to be outdone, Faldorn talked to Coran, just as loudly criticizing what
Jaheira had to say. This did not go on for long before Faldorn directly commented to
Jaheira.
You are a fool, Jaheira, to think that man can live with nature and not destroy it.
Careful, Jaheira replied. Ground tongue makes excellent fertilizer, especially with
what youre spewing.
By this time, we had reached the cave that had been mentioned to us. I roughly
suggested that Faldorn and Jaheira should cease their bickering, since we had enough to
worry about as it was. When we entered the cave we found a man dressed in worn leather
armor; behind him were several young wyverns. Wyverns are strange beasts, with wings,
two legs, reptilian scales and a poisonous stinger on the end of their long tails.
Move along friends, said the man, nothing to see here. Just a humble woodsman
doing a little spelunking. His rakish attire, complete with plumed cap, did not fit his
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This is an odd place to meet a woodsman, I noted. Are you not afraid of those
baby wyverns behind you?
You just dont know the subtleties of wood and wood-related activities. These
creatures are docile andand it is worth the risk. Umeven the darkest of caves can be
a rewarding experience for the woodsman that knows how to handle himself. Why
umsubterranean trees can yield the best material for carving ahornamental
things.
Subterranean trees? Are you quite sure you know what youre talking about?
Certainly! Have I given cause for you to doubt me? Of course not! Everything is
just as it should be. There is nothing untoward about me or my wyver. I mean, there is
nothing untoward about THESE wyverns. Are you implying something?
Do your actions not seem odd to you?
Umnot at all. It is not uncommon forfor a woodsman to seek the comfort of
natural caverns andandoh to blazes with it! I can tell by your questions that you
suspect me of lying and I tire of this ruse! No, I am not a simple woodsman! I am training
these beasts to serve as guards, and now that you have interrupted me I shall never have
them ready for the mine. Your presence has agitated them; they will be unmanageable for
days now! Perhapsperhaps I can placate them with meat. Your meat!
I drew my sword, ignoring the man as much as possible in order to finish the
wyverns before they had a chance to drive their stings home into anyone. I was surprised
to find a wolf fighting alongside me. The young wyverns were not too difficult to handle;
the man as well proved better at training than fighting. At the end of the combat, I was
even more surprised when the wolf transformed into Faldorn. Shadow Druids had
capabilities I hadnt expected.
Coran informed me these were not suitable wyverns to fulfill his quest, since the
bounty was only on a full-grown beast. As we were talking, Faldorn interrupted our
conversation.
I am glad to adventure with one who respects our Oak Fathers kingdom, she said
to Coran.
I accept your compliments, was his simple reply.
We had not gone far from the cave when Faldorn decided to continue her earlier
argument.
Jaheira, your choice of a mate suits your weakling nature.
Your honesty is refreshing, stated Khalid in his understated manner, but lace it
well with tact.
You demonstrate your own pettiness, Jaheira pointed out. It saves me the trouble,
so I take no offense.
One day, woman, Faldorn scornfully said, you and I will settle our differences.
I was determined that day was not to be today. I informed Faldorn her presence was
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try to leave the section of the Cloakwood the Shadow Druids controlled. It was dusk
when we ran into a dandy.
Gentlemen, gentlewomen, he said, may I introduce myself, I am Eldoth Kron. It
is a surprise to find such beautiful people wandering these woods. All of you look rather
weary, down on your times I might say. Why dont we all rest and Ill treat you to some
refreshments, perhaps some Berduskan amber wine?
Yes, were sort of thirsty right now. The flask he produced held excellent wine. As
we sat passing the flask around, I had a chance to assess Eldoth. I could discern a distinct
trace of evil in him. After we had all had a chance to sample his tipple he spoke.
I hope you are enjoying your liquor, it is some of the best you can find. All of you
are probably wondering why Im being so generous, obviously not from the kindness of
his heart you think. Well in a way I am. You look like the type to be on the outlook for
ways to improve the quality of your life. Well, I have a proposal that could help you in
that endeavor. You see, theres a girl, my lover in fact, who desires to escape her father
and live on her own. Her father is Entar Silvershield, one of the Dukes of Baldurs Gate.
This, of course, makes her desires more difficult than that of the average city girl.
However, with your assistance we could help her escape the tyrannical clutches of Entar.
Heres the punch line: since Entars going to be hunting us anyway we can blackmail him
for hordes of cash and not worry about our captive escaping. After all, were doing it all
for the sake of Skie. Now we neednt go about this right away, in fact Ill help you with
whatever youre doing until you decide to head up to Baldurs Gate. Just think of it as
one favor deserving another.
Are you always this slimy, or is this one of your better days? I replied. Go find
someone else to help in your worthless schemes. At least it had been refreshing to meet
someone who made no effort to hide his evil intent.
Youre missing the opportunity of your life. He shook his head in mock regret,
reclaimed his flask, and departed.
The next day we found a large cave, inside of which were two adult wyverns. These
beasts proved much more challenging than the younglings we had faced before. It was
fortunate I had purchased several magical potions sovereign against poisons, since the
venom of a wyvern is pernicious, rapidly draining ones vitality until the victim is left
prostrate. Even so, we required the remainder of the day to rest and recover from our
wounds.
After the finish of our adventure in the Cloakwood, we were able to deliver the head
of one of the wyverns we killed to the Lathander priest Keldath Ormlyr in Beregost.
Coran, as promised, shared the reward among those party members who had been present
at the kill.

Cloakwood Mine
The next day we found the Iron Thrones mine. The above ground portion resembled
what I have been told is the motte and bailey form of castle. Their installation consisted
of two earthen mounds, surrounded by a moat. Each mound had a wooden palisade about
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small stable, barracks and workshop. At the top of the upper mound was the mine
entrance.
We determined all of this by the simple expedient of circling around the installation.
As we were doing this a half dozen armed men challenged our presence.
Stop where you are and state your names! yelled out their leader.
I am Rolanna and this is my party of fellow adventurers, I answered truthfully.
What is your purpose here? he asked.
We hear there is an Iron Throne presence in these woods and are here to investigate
it. Again, I answered truthfully. Although likely this was a patrol from the mine, I tend
to prefer direct action and straight talking. Of course, I must also be prepared for the
consequences.
Well, Im afraid we dont welcome visitors. Men, set upon them at once!
The guards proved easy to defeat. The main danger was we couldnt let any escape
to warn the mine, which we also managed to do.
The entrance to the lower mound was a wooden bridge over the moat. After Imoen
sneaked closer for a better look, she reported that the gate at the far end of the bridge was
thrown open, and only two guards were visible. After consulting with Jaheira, I decided a
frontal attack would be best. We simply charged across the bridge.
The brief time it took to overwhelm the two guards allowed the assembly of a more
formidable group near the entry to the upper mound. Two fighters and two mages
awaited us.
Draw your daggers and spells and lets have at er! yelled one of the fighters.
Youve crossed our employers and this is as far as youre going to go my friend.
Shouldve known that lazy bounty hunting rabble wouldnt get the job done. Never settle
for second best, I always say!
I dont suppose you would care to talk this over? A forlorn hope, I knew. Theres
no need for bloodshed.
No need for bloodshed? Theres an incredible need for bloodshed! Weve been
looking forward to it all day! You fight very well, so we are here to stop you. You dont
think they call us in to squash bugs, do you?
Despite one of the mages becoming temporarily invisible, most of my companions
were by this time old hands at facing bounty hunters. We concentrated on distracting and
removing the mages first, then handling the fighters. We suffered injuries, but nothing
that would prevent anyone from carrying on after a little magical healing from Jaheira.
On one of our opponents was a scroll.
We have need of your services yet again, Drasus.
We are expecting an incursion at our mine location in the Cloakwood.
You are to accompany Davaeorn to the site and prevent entry or assault by anyone
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Your standard fee shall be doubled in this instance. If all goes well you should look
forward to more of the same.
Reiltar
We were forced to kill a few more guards before we entered the underground portion
of the mine. There we found the slaves the Iron Throne was using to mine ore.
Guards! Guards! yelled a slave at our appearance, mistaking us for employees.
Andarssons speaking ill of Davaeorn-- Wait, youre no guardsAaah-- Guards!
Guards!
We found Andarsson nearby.
There are two reasons I pound this pick against these rocks, he said. Do you wish
to hear them?
Yes, I would.
First, because I imagine this rock to be my captors skull. Second, because the
meager spark that leaps from my attempt is all the light Ill ever know again. If you were
a new slave like I once was, you shall learn these simple truths soon enough.
We encountered several guards, although I was anxious to get to the lower levels as
quickly as possible, to try to remove the main guard force before they were alerted.
Kagain was useful in this regard, as he had an uncanny ability to tell which mineshafts
led downwards, and to keep track of where we were in the maze of passages. An
encounter with one guard started comically, but ended tragically because of Kagain.
So, who are you guys? asked the guard when he saw us. Ye here to buy some iron
or somethin. Ya know, while yer here maybe ya should give me some advice. Me wifes
been complaining lately, mostly about our latenight life. Ya see, with all the stress and
trouble lately, its taken a little starch out of my maypole, if ye get me meaning.
Well, you could get some more fresh air, it might be the fumes down here in the
mines.
Hey wait a second, I recognize the bunch of you now. Youre the guys whove been
causing all the trouble lately. Surrender right now! My preference would have been to
call for his surrender and tie him up, but Kagain was quick with his axe, and killed him
outright.
Some of the slaves we passed had their own stories as well.
I was a bard, once, a slave known as Canticle told us. I knew every song that ever
was and I could sing them all so beautifully. But now my throats been choked by dust
and my lungs have withered in this chilly air. A thousand curses on Davaeorn and
whatever man it was that hired him!
Another, Phaersis, had a tale of more immediate interest.
Psst-- there be a plug somewhere that seals this mine from the rivers torrent. Find it
and maybe you can render this hell no more than a watery memory of its former self.
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I know not, only that Davaeorn is said to have the key upon his person at all times.
This plug, if it existed, promised a way of shutting down the mining operation
permanently. Kagain claimed he could sense the rushing waters of the river. I dont know
if this is true, but he led us to the location of the plug in a very short time. When I
questioned a nearby slave about the plug he was very helpful.
If you set me free sirs, I can tell you how to bring this mine crashing down around
the heads of these fat headed slavers.
Well set you free, now tell us what you know.
Well see, heres how it is. The way to bamboozle these ninnies is real easy. Right
here beside me is an steel plug that stoppers up the river on the surface. If you were to
release that, then the whole mine would be drowned. Only the master of the mines has the
key to open the plug and hes a real mean cus. If you were to bring the key to me, I could
use it to flood the mine.
How do you know to operate this key?
Theres a dwarf on the second level of the mines. His names Yeslick, and hes the
last surviving dwarf of the clan that used to live here. Under threat of death, he designed
the plug for the master of the mines. I talked with him last time I was in the cells for bad
behavior.
Okay, well try and find this key.
Good! If you havent already been down to the lower levels, try to find a man
named Rill. Hes a good friend of mine, and should be able to come up with a plan on
how to get all of the slaves to safety. Ill see you later then, and try not to get killed.
We penetrated deeper into the mine. Another slave stopped us as we continued.
Whats going on? Youre not our captors
No, were not. Make your way to the surface and flee while theres still time. Well
take care of the remaining guards down here. If we had to find every slave ourselves
before letting in the river it could take a long time. I hoped this Rill, if we found him,
would be able to do that for me.
I thank you, stranger, with every ounce of strength that is left in me. I havent seen
the light of day for well nigh a year.
Lower down in the mine, rather than roughly shaped tunnels, we found corridors of
well-dressed stone. This was where the bulk of the Iron Throne guards were to be found.
Near to where we entered this section was a line of several cells. The mine owners had
neatly gathered everyone I wanted to find here. Almost the first cell we passed held the
slave Rill.
You there, wait! he called to me when I was about to move on to another cell.
Tell me Im right. Arent you the mercenaries whove been causing the Iron Throne so
much trouble?
Yes, we are. How did you come by this information, you look to be one of the
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Good! My name is Rill, and Im the defacto leader of the slaves here beneath the
Cloakwood. I heard about you, because Im always careful to listen to what the Black
Talons talk about. It seems that the Iron Throne has placed a large price on the head of
someone named Rolanna, which would be you, I assume. Enough introductions, we dont
have much time. I need 100 gold. The captain of the Black Talons on the first floor is not
known for his loyalty to the Throne. If you give me the money, Im sure I could bribe
him to look the other way, while I escape with the rest of the slaves. After all, most of the
Talons are going to be preoccupied with you. Well, how about it?
Here, take the gold you need, and get yourself and the others away from here as
soon as possible.
Thank you! Thank you so much. I wish you well, and hope that you can bring an
end to this stinking operation.
In a separate cell, behind another locked door, we found the dwarf that had been
mentioned.
Aye, whos there now? More smithing, or did ye burrow into another river? he
greeted us before realizing we were not his captors. Oh a fine sight are you, whoever
you are! Sick to death of bandits I am! I have been cooped up the longest time, but if
youve a spare mace Id gladly swing it for yer cause. I can do things cleric wise as well,
so Im mind as well as muscle. By Clangeddin, a chance to right past wrongs! Can I join
you?
All help is welcome. Weve much to overcome.
That you have, and none would know better than I. These are my mines that the
blasted Iron Throne has stolen. Well, they were my clans home 125 years ago. Curse me
for a fool, I trusted them! Years ago that blasted Rieltar gave me a good trade smithing
for the Throne, and then I go and tell him about my old home! About how my clan had
the richest iron mine on any coast, and how almost all were killed when we breached a
riverbank. Lost most my kin in that flood. Those of us that survived couldnt bear to go
back down. It was a giant watery tomb, and we left it the way she stood. So I go and tell
this to my friend Rieltar, and he has me chained up! He tortures the location outta me,
and now this graveyard feeds the Iron Throne as they bleed the coast dry. If you want to
cripple their plans, help me flood these accursed mines once more! They plugged the
breach, but knowing hands can loose the flow! We can drown these black-hearted rats in
the very mine theyve stolen! Here be the way!
I introduced Yeslick to the other members of the party. Kagain took an instant dislike
to him, muttering, If I had a copper for every moron Ive run across, I could buy
Baldurs Gate.
My father was a miner. And my mother was a miner before him, Yeslick replied to
Kagain.
We killed more than a dozen guards on this level, including a mage, before finding
stairs leading further downward. I asked Yeslick how he ended up in this situation. He
told me he was once a member of the dwarven clan Orothiar. For generations they used
the iron mine in the center of Cloakwood as their home, but almost a century ago
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mistakes. One such incident cost Yeslicks clan dearly. They breached an underground
river and the resulting flood claimed nearly all of the clan. Yeslick was one of the few
survivors, and made his way to Sembia to start a new life. There he made the
acquaintance of Rieltar, a member of the Iron Throne, and was hired as a personal smith.
They became friends, and eventually Yeslick told of his past. This proved to be his
undoing, as Rieltar used this information to formulate a plan to expand the Iron Throne
power base in the Sword Coast. Rieltar betrayed his supposed friend and forced him to
reveal the location of the mines. Yeslick had been imprisoned ever since so as not to
reveal the site to others.
Just to be sure of Yeslick, when we stopped for a short rest I used my charm ability,
asking him again what had happened to him.
Ive been in prison for a considerable time. I really dont know whats been
happening on the surface. All I can tell you is this: whatever those Iron Throne crooks are
up to, its not good, not good at all.
I felt guilty over having doubted him, but by now I was so used to charming others to
get information that it was almost an automatic reflex.
On the next level down, we faced more guards, mainly hobgoblins. The Iron Throne
had controlled the mine long enough to convert the rooms carefully delved by the
dwarves to their own uses, even including a shrine to Cyric. When we found the shrine,
Kagain contemptuously commented on anyone foolish enough to worship any god. This
was too much for Yeslick.
Twould be good if you tithed a few coins now and then. The favor of gods is
worth a few gold.
Yeslick, shut your lousy mouth and git outta my face.
Ive seen enough greed and evil! Change your ways, lest enemies we be!
Youre an imbecile Yeslick. If you piss me off one more time Im going to rip yer
head off.
I calmed down the both of them as best as I could, but I was sure another explosion
would eventually happen.
Even more disquieting than the shrine to Cyric was a room we burst into. An ogre
mage was in the chamber, as well as the prisoners he had tortured to death.
So, have you come to look at my handiwork, laughed the ogre. Rather impressive,
aint it? The guy to the left of me screamed quite a while before he finally expired.
You disgusting animal. Unlike the pathetic slave that youve tortured, we can fight
back!
Take your best shot.
We killed the ogre mage, not that his death would mean much to his victims.
The next level down was, according to Yeslick, the lowest. This must be where we
would find Davaeorn. We had to kill a guard when we entered the level, but all else was
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down a corridor leading away from the steps. Imoens intuition was rewarded, as she
found several traps blocking our progress. As she and Coran worked on them, Davaeorn
appeared at the far end of the corridor.
Why have you come? he asked. Is it to steal my riches or perhaps you seek to
righteously punish me for my affront to your morality. It matters little, for you will do
neither. Before I dispose of you in some horribly gruesome manner perhaps I should
introduce myself. I am known as Davaeorn; I would ask you for your names but I care
little to become acquainted with the dead.
I was forced to rush forward to attempt to deal with him, despite the traps. Triggering
the traps caused several battle horrors, powerful undead warriors, to appear. Davaeorn
himself was a skilled mage. He had memorized numerous transport spells, so that just as I
got within swords reach of him he disappeared, reappearing behind the party. After
several frustrating cycles of this, everyone was badly injured by the battle horrors and
Davaeorns fire spells. I finally got close enough to deliver several good blows, which
was enough to finish Davaeorn. Then the battle horrors had to be dealt with. The others
had mainly been handling them by running away from the slow creatures. It was left to
me and Kagain to actually destroy them, a difficult task that left me with so many
bleeding wounds I was surprised to still be alive.
After some aid from Jaheira I was ready to lead the search of this level. In a small
room that served as a library, we found a young mage hiding. He fearfully addressed us
after we found him.
Youyou killed Davaeorn? Ohplease dont kill me! Please, oh please, oh
PLEASE! Im just his apprentice, I swear! I dont know anything! OK I know a little, but
I was only his student! Honest! I canI can help you! Yeah, I can give you information!
Ask me something! Go on, ask me anything!
Who are you? What was your role here? I sensed evil from him, but I was sick of
killing for one day. He might know something of use, at least. I was glad Kagain hadnt
been the one to find him, since he would not have hesitated to end his life.
I told you, Im just Davaeorns apprentice! I studied under him, and thats it! I
didnt know anything about anything! Well, I know a little, but just ask and Ill tell you!
What was the purpose of this installation?
The mine? UmII think they were going to try and look like the saviors of the
day, riding in with their stores of iron to equip the troops, or something like that. With the
bandit raids and the rumors about Amn, the Iron Throne figured that the Dukes of
Baldurs Gate would think they needed arms and ore quickly in case of Amnish attack.
Theythey figured they could get exorbitant prices, or better yet, sanctions against
competitors and an easing of trade laws for themselves only. A quick way to install
themselves as an underground power on the coast. Thats all I know about it, I swear!
Who was Davaeorns superior? Who really gives the orders around here?
I dont know! I swear it! All I can say is that the regional leaders of the Iron Throne
placed Davaeorn here! There are three of them, I think, but I dont know their names!
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never said a name or anything to me! Honest! The main building for the Iron Throne is in
Baldurs Gate, somewhere in the south west of the city, but I have never been there! I tell
you true! Can I please go?
Get out of my sight weakling!
Oh thank you thank you thank you! I promise not to get involved with people like
this again, no matter how good the fringe benefits are! Yes, Im reasonably sure I will be
careful from now on! Thank you, goodbye.
In our search we also found several letters.
Davaeorn,
I have received your request for extra slaves. They will be sent as soon as possible.
Events go well in Baldurs Gate. We have purchased one of the western noble estates
to use as our base of operations. It is an ancient building, most likely constructed
before the erection of the second wall. Its construction makes it very defensible
against those who would thieve it. Remember to ask Yeslick if he enjoys his new
accommodations.
Rieltar.
Alturiak, 1367

Davaeorn,
Our plans go smoothly. Sarevok has arrived from our headquarters in Ordulin. He
brings news from our superiors; they are pleased with our progress so far. I plan to
place Sarevok as the commander of our mercenary forces in the region. He has
already sent his subordinate, Tazok, to the Wood of Sharp Teeth to take command of
the forces located there. Things go apace here in Baldurs Gate. We have placed our
first agent among the ranks of the Seven Suns trading coster.
Rieltar.
Flamerule, 1368

Davaeorn,
As you have probably heard, the iron poison has begun to take affect around the
coast. With the majority of iron imports being disrupted by Tazok, almost all of it
comes from the tainted source in Nashkel. The Sythillisian uprising in Amn has
ensured that no forces from that nation will be able to take action against our
mercenary forces. However, the Flaming Fist has caught several of the Black Talon
mercenaries. All of those captured have claimed allegiance with the Zhentarim and
have thus shifted any suspicion away from the Iron Throne. I have sent Tranzig to
work with the mercenaries in transporting the iron to your base in Cloakwood. He
has brought several bags of holding so that he, alone, will make trips into
Cloakwood, thereby lessening the chance that Flaming Fist trackers might find your
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Rieltar.
Elient, 1370
While we were searching, Yeslick took exception to Kagains ruthless greed in
ignoring all else to find items of value, and then staring lovingly at each bit of treasure as
he found it.
Friendships last when gold is long gone. Perhaps you should be a little nicer to the
group.
Yeslick, your stupid mine is what started all this trouble.
The mines were there for anyone who looked! Ill not be blamed for what the
Throne does with em!
Youre the stupidest dwarf Ive ever met, youre an embarrassment to dwarves
everywhere.
Youve sold your mores for the love of gold. All dwarves are kin, but Ill not call
YOU family.
Ya lousy excuse for a dwarf, Im gonna rip you a new arse.
I had to forcibly separate the two. I was sorry I had ever added Kagain to the group,
and determined in the future to only face evil with the point of my blade.
We had found the key to the river plug on Davaeorns body. When we returned to
the upper levels all of the miners had already left. Yeslick used the key we had found on
the plug. I was strong enough to release the sealing mechanism myself once it was
unlocked. At once, water began spurting around the edges. Yeslick yelled out that
although the plug had been designed to only gradually give way, we had best leave
quickly.
You saved us! greeted a former slave when we returned to the surface. The rest of
us have fled to the north toward Baldurs Gate, but I elected to stay so as to thank all of
you. Without your heroics, who knows how long wed be working those horrible mines.
Im just glad we didnt end up in the watery grave down there like the rest of the Iron
Throne mercenaries.
As we were leaving the enclosing palisades, we met up with the other group that
Jaheira had set up. Kivan and Minsc were disappointed at having missed all the fun;
Dynaheir gave me a thoughtful glance after she heard the tale of what we had
accomplished.
I told Kagain he would no longer be traveling with us, after giving him his share of
the treasure we had found. He intently counted the money he had gotten, to be sure he
hadnt been cheated. He didnt waste time on details like saying farewell to anyone.
Yeslick proved to be a more permanent addition.
We stopped in Beregost before heading onward. We entered Feldeposts Inn to stay
the night. In the common room, I found Volo, spinning tales to a crowd of listeners.
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Stranger tales I have told, but none are as fresh in my mind as this one, which is
also fresh from the happening as well! It would seem that the orchestrators of the ever
vexing iron shortage supplied themselves and their allies with ore mined from a secret
location, and while the coast was in turmoil they built quite the powerbase at the
aforementioned mine. A group of heroes, for they can only be called such, lay siege to
the encampment and ultimately flooded out the evil conspirators in a rushing torrent of
water and justice, though not before securing the release of some several dozen enslaved
workers. A serious blow, I am sure, to whatever fiendish plot is brewing in our fair land.
That night I had another unusual dream. Of blood. Not of blood on a blade or the
blood on my hands, but an ichor that ran as a torrent through the Realms. A flood that
poured across the fields and forests. An ocean that floated me to the worlds edge, and
threatened to cascade off into the void.
This blood seemed a frightening thing: a massive force that swept away all
resistance. As a whole it was a monster and could not be stopped. Were it to be viewed
from on high, it would seem to cover the entire world in its red-black embrace.
I, however, did not have such a lofty perch. From within the deluge I could see it did
not move as one, but was filled with currents, eddies, and undertows. Pockets of calm
afforded breathing space, whilst violent whirlpools threatened to rend limb from limb.
Ultimately it seemed undirected, and lacked a driving will, a quality I had in abundance. I
might be caught within, but sufficient determination could shape what I needed to
survive. There were still options open; still choices to be made.
As the tide pressed forward I steered as I wished, atop a ship called Persistence and
under sails made of Resolve.
A sudden and deliberate wave put an end to my course, and to the dream. It would
seem that the flood did have some will, and took offence to my enjoying the ride.

Baldurs Gate
Walking alone on the Coast Way road! How smart is this? called out a gnome
standing by the side of the road. We were approaching the bridge over the River
Chionthar leading to Baldurs Gate. I wondered at the gnomes words, since our numbers
had grown so great I thought we looked like a mercenary company.
Hey ho there fellow travelers! yelled the gnome, trying again. You look to be
wanderers of the adventuring sort. Tell me; what direction calls you?
Westward till dawn, if plans stay unchanged, said someone behind me, Coran I
think.
It is the same as I! Surely this lends us a familial bond of sorts. The smart move
would be to travel as one, especially with the number of bandits in the area. You probably
need the counterbalance of my intelligence, as well.
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Well I suppose Ill be on my way then you idiyou said YES! I mean, of course
Ill come with you. My intellect and skill as a cleric will undoubtedly make your group
much better than it is. Onward.
This time when we approached Baldurs Gate the main gate was open. As it
happened, the same guard was on duty who had met us the last time we had attempted
entry. Surprisingly, he recognized me, and asked me to wait while he got his superior,
who wished to speak to us. After a short wait the guard returned with an officer.
First off let me introduce myself; Im Scar, second in command of the Flaming Fist.
Though it is not necessary for you to reveal your names, please answer me this: are you
the group that was involved in the fiasco at the Nashkel mines?
Yes, that was us, I admitted, not entirely happy with his description of it as a
fiasco.
Well Ill have to say, youve made quite the commotion up here in Baldurs Gate. I
cant really put my finger on a single source, but there have been many strange
happenings going on within the city. Its been getting harder and harder for me to put
trust in someone. I need outsiders to do some investigations, people with no connections
to anyone within the city; would you be interested in working for me in such a capacity?
If it pays well, sure.
All right then; what Im about to tell you must be held in the strictest confidence, do
you understand? I need you to begin an investigation of the Seven Suns trading coster.
The Seven Suns leadership has been acting strangely of late. Theyve been selling off
valuable assets and neglecting many of their more profitable trading ventures.
Considering the importance that the trading coster holds over the economy of the city, the
Grand Dukes are noticeably upset. Ive gone to talk to the costers head, Jhasso. He
rudely rebuffed me, telling me to mind my own business. Ive known Jhasso for many
years, and this isnt his usual behavior. I cant start up an official investigation, as there is
no real reason for doing so, thats why I need you.
Were ready to go for it, but theres something you need to know first: we think that
the Iron Throne may be behind recent events along the coast. At the mines in Nashkel
and in Cloakwood weve learned much about the goals and methods of the Iron Throne,
and it doesnt bode well for the future of this region.
Well, that sheds new light on things. Theres nothing I can really do about it now,
but Ill make sure to look into it. Scar, having blown off my information, described his
task. I want you to break into the Seven Suns compound and find out whats wrong. Use
stealth in your investigations; I dont want this operation to cause too much fuss. The
most important person to watch for is Jhasso. Once youve found out as much as
possible, report back to me at the Flaming Fist compound. Ill pay you 2000 gold for this
favor.
The estate is located on the south-west side of town, I wish all of you the best of
luck. Remember, once youre done at the Seven Suns estate, its imperative that you
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Despite Scars worries, I thought the situation was well in hand. I had restored
normal production in Nashkel, greatly reduced bandit activity, and destroyed the Iron
Throne operation in the Cloakwood. I was confident their plans had been effectively
shattered. Granted, I still didnt know who had killed Gorion, or why they wanted me
dead, but I felt I had plenty of time to come up with a solution.
Just inside the city gates we again ran into Elminster. He was wearing the same
conical hat. I had to wonder if perhaps he wasnt hiding a bald spot, for the day was
windy, and only magic could be keeping it in place.
Good day to thee, young one, he greeted me. What a marvelous happenstance that
we should again cross paths, especially in such a grand city as this. Ah, I see by thine
eyes that thouve no time for my wry banter. Tis true, our meeting was no accident,
though I do honestly take pleasure in seeing thee again.
It is good to see you again. What brings you here?
Oh, all citizens of the Sword Coast eventually pass through Baldurs Gate, and I
knew thou wouldst as well. Forgive my continued meddling but I believe it is warranted,
especially considering the pressures thou art no doubt confronting. My pestering of thee
certainly pales in comparison to the influence thouve felt from others, including thine
own self. Gorion raised thee as best he could, but tis hard indeed to overcome what is
bred in the bone. Much more so in this case, I would imagine.
What do you know of Gorion?
He was long my friend and we talked often, though less after he settled down with
thee. He was quite the traveler in his day, though he never regretted his new role as foster
father. He felt a stable childhood would better prepare thee forwellthe problems that
would eventually come. He cared deeply for thee. I hope this was not lost on you.
He was a good man, though I would prefer to walk my own path.
I was not suggesting that thou should do otherwise. Whatever the motives,
independence is always a wise course to follow. My worry is that thy lineage is harder to
escape than most. Thouve bad blood in thee, though Gorion did what he could to teach
thee well and true. Thouve hungry blood within thee as well, and it will not let thee go
without a fight. For better or worse, whats bred in the bone will be dealt with in time. I
trust thouve the will to face what is within thee?
I know little of what is to come, but I will do what is best.
I am sure the future will be kind to thee. For now I will give thee my best wishes,
and a few names that will serve thee well. Scar of the Flaming Fist is a good man, and
well worth trusting. His superior, Duke Eltan, is also a good sort. Both are to be believed
when they speak. I take my leave, and wish thee well.
Elminster continued on his way, exiting the city. It was nice that he was allowing me
to choose my own path, but I wouldnt have minded a little more advice.
Jaheira suggested we head for the Elfsong inn, which was close by. This was to
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Ere, stop a moment. Ive got a word or two ye need to hear. Aye, youre a fine
group o mercenaries are you? Leastwise thats the word on the street, that you do the
odd job here n there? Ive a boss whod like to have a word wit you if you can spare the
time. He dont ask fer free though, and here be 50 gold just to hear him out.
I tried to indicate we werent interested, but he ignored me, saying, Now just follow
me, an Ill show ya the way ta the Guild. If yer asked the password, its Fafhrd. When
yer in the guild just look fer the man named Alatos Ravenscar Thuibuld. He pointed
out a block of buildings, which I took to be the headquarters of the local Thieves Guild.
We continued along to the Elfsong. In the common room, as we were arranging for
rooms for several weeks, a patron stopped to stare at us before speaking.
Hey aint you those heroes from down south. You guys did real good, wupping
those bandits asses. I always wanted to be an adventurer, but ya know how things work
out. Good luck to all of ya!
Gratified that someone had recognized what we were doing, I agreed with Jaheira we
should all meet later that night to decide on a course of action. While waiting for the
meeting, I had an interesting discussion with the owner of the Elfsong.
Good eve to you, she greeted me. I am Alyth, the owner and proprietor. I trust the
Elfsong will fit your needs, whatever they should be. I should be wary of the clientele if I
were you. Everyone is quite on edge as of late.
Why should melancholy be so pervasive here? Is there not an ill feeling throughout
the coast?
We have lost more than the average citizen, we have lost the Lady. Often we are
blessed by a strange phantom voice. It is an elvish maiden lamenting a lost love drowned
at sea. Her voice is quite beautiful, and the reason I purchased this establishment in the
first place. She has not uttered a note for nigh unto several tenday. Surely it is an omen of
sorts, though I canna say of what. I would have thought the economic troubles of the land
too paltry to affect the concerns of the dead, but matters are often more complicated than
they seem. I suppose they are often simpler as well, though that truth does not support my
argument quite as well. Forget I mentioned it. Enjoy your stay.
A little later we had our meeting. We agreed we would gather rumors from about the
city. Jaheira also suggested I try to do a few good deeds so that my name would become
more known to people in the city. Jaheira and I also had our first major disagreement. She
insisted I follow up on the offer from the Thieves Guild, since we couldnt know what
friends we might need. I argued with her, refusing to perform any questionable service,
until she finally declared in exasperation that she wasnt asking me to murder anyone for
the guild, and I could recompense the victims of any thefts if it bothered my conscience
so much. The others were either neutral or sided with Jaheira. Even Imoen didnt speak
up on my behalf, I think because of my implied denigration of her thieving abilities. I
finally gave in to Jaheiras demand.
The next morning I met Imoen, Kivan, Coran and Yeslick in the common room. I
would explore the city with them as companions. Jaheira, Khalid, Dynaheir and Minsc
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was Quayle, was also present, apparently having decided he should be part of my group,
despite his not having been invited.
As we were leaving a gnome, another gnome, not Quayle, stopped me.
HELLO! he greeted in rather a loud voice, then looked around, putting a finger to
his lips. SHHH! ShhahumI meanhello. Might I have but a moment of your
ahtime? Ooh, this IS exciting isnt it? Oh, waityou wouldnt think so. Youre
probably used to it. Ah yes, well, umyouyou ahoh how do I approach this? You
areahfor hire? I meanahI need ajob done. Get my intent? AJOB done.
Strictly hush hush, I believe you would say.
Am I to understand that you intend me to do something I would not be proud to
speak of? I replied, curious to know what he wanted.
All I want is the acquisition of an item currently in the possession of someone else.
Its not as though its stealing. Wellactually its a lot like stealing. O.K. its stealing,
but its only the one item and I dont want anybody hurt.
Whats the score my little friend?
Thats the spirit! A little larceny never hurt anyone! Wellit wont hurt ME
anyway. And to be fair, I would prefer if no one else suffered any injury during this
exploit. I mean, I want you to steal something, but I want you to do it in as nice a way
possible. Its roguery on par with Danilo Thann of Waterdeep, and Ill pay you well. 500
gold for one nights work. Its better than you could hope for in a year on the docks!
You can stop trying to sell me, Im interested. If Jaheira wanted me to get in good
with thieves, I thought, here was my chance. Of course, I didnt stop to think how the
Thieves Guild might view independent operators. Just tell me what the actual job is,
and why you are willing to take such a risk.
Oh, its a marvelous trinket! A wondrously curious little toy from distant Lantan.
What did they call itOH yesa telescope, of all things. Its a misleading name for
such an interestingly crafted artifact. Golden Extra-Farseer would have suited its
craftsmanship so much better. There is not another like it this side of the Trackless Sea!
Most gnomes have a fixation of sorts, but I dont share the love of gems that possesses
my kin. I prefer the feel of metal, and the intricacies of the mechanical. Not that I
necessarily understand the function, but its not right for such an item to be locked away
regardless! It was meant to be used and to be held by loving hands, and if those hands
just happen to be mine, more the better. The tele-thingy is on display at the Hall of
Wonders, and were it in the possession of anyone else it might be purchasable. No doubt
you know that the Hall of Wonders is an extension of the High House, the temple to
Gond. Being the god of artifice and invention his followers take to revering mechanical
devices, and will not part with an original at any price. Its not as though they make
proper use of such things! Keeping them behind locked doors where loving hands cannot
explore their subtleties. The Tele-whatzit was made to be USED, not worshipped! It must
be in the hands of someone who can truly appreciate it! Not to be immodest, but that
someone is me! I suppose I might buy a replica, but would you wish a copy of a
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That is certainly a difficult task youve set before me, you windy little man, but I
will accept the challenge.
Wonderful! Oh this is SO bad of me! Ahemwell, I shall leave you to your
preparations. It will certainly be a test of your mettle entering the Hall. I imagine an
experienced roustabout such as yourself will case the joint thoroughly, eh? Get the
guards schedule down and all that? Oh, if only I could be a part of it. Its thrilling, like
the songs of legend. Ill meet you back here once the burglary is announced. Hee hee, its
too much fun.
I later learned his name was Brevlik. We left him in the Elfsong, still marveling at
his own audacity. Imoen had suggested we stop by a nearby shop, to show me something
Jaheira had mentioned. The shop was called Sorcerous Sundries.
And who might you be then? greeted the proprietor at our entry. Hmmph? Come
to check out the wares of ol Halbazzer? Well be quick about it! And mind you dont get
fidgety when we talk payment. You knew when you came in the door that my wares were
magical; premium items demand a premium price.
Imoen was fidgeting in impatience, and so I followed her without stopping to
examine any of the stock, although I promised myself I would come back for a closer
look as soon as possible.
Imoen led us to steps leading up to the second floor of the shop. She cast a spell,
changing her features to resemble the necromancer Xzar. Imoen had become quite adept
at magic; she looked exactly as I had remembered him. Unfortunately, her spell hadnt
changed her voice, but she suggested when we walked upstairs I do all the talking. As far
as I knew Xzar was still dead, and wouldnt prove to embarrassingly already have made a
visit, although I couldnt be sure because his body had disappeared.
Still wondering exactly what Imoens surprise was, I walked upstairs. Three mages
were there; they glanced at Xzar, then one spoke to me.
mmXzar has spoken highly of you in his reports.
Reports? What reports? Who are you? I replied, surprised.
Has Xzar not told you? Perhaps I have spoken too soon. We are the Zhentarim and I
am Xzars superior. He has been making regular reports to me about your party and the
progress of your investigations into the iron crisis. Your work has been exemplary and of
great service to our cause. Now go, purge this city of the Iron Thrones presence. They
have become more than a nuisance to us. They have become a threat.
The mage said no more. Not wishing to destroy our cover, I asked no questions, but
headed back downstairs. Jaheira could only have learned about this group so quickly
from her Harper friends, the ones she wouldnt talk about. There were too many secrets
within the group.
A fine figure like yours shouldnt be risked in an occupation such as adventuring,
offered Coran to Imoen once we reached the ground floor. Imoen laughed off the
compliment with some joke. Coran never gave up on trying the women around him, that
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After we left the shop I overhead a scrap of conversation from a passing group of
nobles, Those Iron Throne fellows are quite the secretive bunch. Sarevok, the foster son
of their leader, is quite the charmer though. That reminded me that Sarevok had been
mentioned in the letters we had gotten from Davaeorn. He seemed to have been the one
tasked with eliminating me, although I still couldnt see what interest the Iron Throne
would have in me.
Quayle was still tagging along, although comments such as Tis a wonder your
brains can keep you breathing!, Shake a paw! Cmon, shake a paw! or Feel my
amazing brain! Go on, touch it! were not winning him any friends. It must have been my
day for attracting the disturbed, for we hadnt walked far before a dwarf stopped us.
Glorious Cyric has foretold of our meeting when thou wouldst join with me. Tis
thy dutynay, DESTINY to stand by Tiax as the world kneels before him! erus. To
this end I would travel with thee and do thy bidding. Later, however, your power shall
add to mine and great Tiax will ascend to the highest office in the land. What say you?
Yea or nay to the grand scheme?
So you wish to aid me, I repeated dubiously, and in returnI help you
dominate the planet. Ohhhhhkay. Just let me know when you are going to ascend.
Twas fated by Cyric to be so. Let us go forth and make short work of your tasks,
for greater things will need attendance.
We continued on, I not having decided what to do about my two uninvited
companions. Tiax suddenly declared in a loud voice, Tiax WILL rule ALL!
Who taught this chimp to talk?! said Quayle in mock disbelief. What they cant
do these days!
Thou wouldst mock me? Ye stiff-rumped foole!
Oh yeah?! Well Ive got more smarts in my little finger, than youve got in your
little finger! Nowait a minute.
There was quite for a short time, until I told the others to wait outside when we got to
the offices of the Merchant League. I wanted to stop by there to try and get charts
covering the western ocean, to fulfill the request I had gotten in Ulgoths Beard.
Tiax does as ye will, but one day BOOM! He rules!
Ruler of the world, hmmm? mused Quayle. Only if chosen by virtue of an
uncluttered mind.
Sure you be smart, but none are grander than Tiax!
Indeed you grow grander by the moment. Though how a fat head will help, I do
not know.
Where will your learning get you when Tiax rules? Duke of manure at best!
I stared at the two of them in annoyance. They both ignored me.
Tiax and his greatness shall squash you as a bug, youyouinsolent BUG! Tiax
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Violence is a trademark of low intelligence! replied Quayle, but this didnt prevent
him from also having drawn his weapon.
I had had enough. I angrily yelled that if the two of them wanted to fight each other
so badly they could do it elsewhere, since neither was welcome any longer near me.
Yes, yes, the all-seeing Tiax thinks that his leaving would be best. His ego had
already decided this must be his decision. He must finalize his stratagems and consult in
secret with Cyric. You shall, of course, meet the Great Tiax again, at which point I will
make my grand ascension and appoint you to your rightful place as whipper of the slaves
and faithless.
Quayle wasnt so sanguine. Please dont leave me out here! Do you hear buzzards?
I hear buzzards.
Ignoring them, I walked away. Just outside the Merchant League office two men
approached me. I hoped they didnt have more insane suggestions.
Could we have a moment of your time? asked one.
What is it?
First, let me introduce the two of us; Im Marek and this is my companion,
Lothander. I thought it would be nice for you to know our names, cause if you dont take
our advice youll be seeing more of us two. I know that youve been taking an active
interest in destroying the Iron Throne, dont try to deny it. My companion and I are in the
employ of the aforementioned Throne. We thought it would be polite to give you one last
warning: stop interfering with our employers business. You can decide to disregard this
warning, but if you do, itll be the last decision you ever make. See ya later.
Make all the threats you want. We arent the ones with one foot in the grave. Its
anybody stupid enough to get in our way who will pay the piper.
Marek turned away, muttering Stupid saps, theyll never know what hit em.
Shaking my head, wondering if these two were in fact crazy as well, I entered the
building, leaving my companions outside. A guard moved to block my way.
Stand and hold, citizen. What business do you have with the Merchant League?
I am here to clear my debts with the League. Coran and Imoen had come up with a
plausible story for my presence.
Debts? Of what sort?
Tea and spices purchased in Kara-Tur.
As you will, but I urge you to conduct your business swiftly as I have little patience
for your tone.
On the upper floor I found someone who could be of help, captain Tollar Kieres.
Aargh, I be almost ready for the salts and who be botherin me now? he greeted
me in unfriendly manner.
Hail, Captain. I have been sent to inquire if there is anything else youll be needing
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Aye, ye be wit the League, then. A jug o this towns hardest liquor would make
for a fine departure, if yed be so kind. Old DeTranion brews a vile swill atll do the
trick. Ye can find the old coot at the Blushing Mermaid.
Promising to see what I could do, I took my leave. I decided to have a look at the
inner city. The southern part of the city, including the Elfsong and the docks, constitutes
the outer city. The northern part, separated from the south by a wall, is the inner city.
As I entered the inner city, yet another man came up to us.
Hold! You are the new mercenaries in town, are you not?
Yes, that would be us, I replied wearily.
Then, do you not admit to have killed a small group of hunters along the edge of
Cloakwood?
I admit the deed, but I can explain what happened. I wanted to say it had just been
one hunter, and that an ambiguous situation had gotten out of hand. My questioner was
not interested.
Do not presume to lie to me, scum. It was you that killed my brother Aldeth, and it
is you that shall pay!
He fired a crossbow at me, knocking me down. By the time I got back up he was
already dead, killed by my companions. This sad event was also a disquieting
commentary on the city. Baldurs Gate has the reputation as one of the safest cities on the
Sword Coast, but no one appeared to ask what had happened. Most of the Flaming Fist
were still down south, but that didnt explain the absence of the city watch.
We were poking around an outdoor market when a recently familiar man interrupted
us.
I am Lothander, partner of the assassin Marek. I do not wish you harm.
Well give you a chance. Make it quick. I hoped he wasnt going to make more
threats.
My partner, Marek, has poisoned all of you. While you slept, he slipped a slow
acting magical poison into your rations. You have about 10 days to live. Common priest
spells wont help you, only one thing can, and thats the antidote. I can help you find it, if
you help me first.
Okay, what do you want us to do? His nervousness lent his words an air of
believability.
My problem is this: I dont work for the Iron Throne because I wish to, but rather
because I have been forced. I have been enspelled with a geas. If I do not obey everything
that Marek orders of me the spell will take effect and I shall waste away. I need a way to
rid myself of the spell. I know of a Diviner at the market square who may have the
answers I seek, but I dont have the money to pay him. Will you help me?
Well help you, take us to this Diviner. We followed a short distance through the
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We entered the tent. The diviner greeted us.


You wish to hear the arcane knowledge of Haspur? It will cost you 50 gold for the
answers to your questions no matter how small. Will you pay or will you leave.
Heres the money seer, but you better be for real. The situation was bizarre, an
assassin who not only supposedly poisoned us without our knowledge, but whose geased
sidekick would only help us if we followed the maunderings of a market prophet.
I am for real. Now what is it that you wish to know? I must tell you, I only have the
strength to answer a single question in a day, so be careful in what you ask.
Who has the ability to release Lothander of his geas?
Only the high priestess Jalantha Mistmyr of Umberlee has the power to remove
Lothanders geas. She can be found at the Water Queens house. It is difficult to see
whether or not she will help you.
Lothander told us he would wait for us at the Blade and Star Inn.
We went to the Umberlee temple, close to the docks. First had been my agreement in
principle to help the Thieves Guild, now this trip. So much for my earlier pledge to
avoid dealing with evil. In the temple we talked to the high priestess, Jalantha Mistmyr,
explaining why we had come. Naturally, she wasnt about to help Lothander for nothing.
I do not offer the power of my goddess to anyone. If you wish this favor you will
first have to do a favor for Umberlee. The favor I ask of you is a simple one. The holy
day Storm Call approaches. It will be the first time I have overseen this ceremony. To
insure that my first ceremony is flawless I need an item of power. It is called the Book of
Wisdom, and is possessed by the clergy of Tymora at the Temple of Tymora, called the
Ladys Hall by those who venerate the frivolous goddess. If you can get this book from
me, I will do what you ask.
So it was off to the Temple of Tymora. I had personal reasons to be interested in
visiting this temple. I had been considering what the paladin Ajantis had said, about my
being a paladin as well. I wondered if some particular god was somehow calling me. I
had been impressed by the Temple of Lathander in Beregost, but had felt no personal
imperative directed at me while there. Perhaps at another temple.
When we entered the Temple of Tymora, a cleric greeted us.
Welcome! Luck has seen fit to drop you in the lap of the Lady, and she shall take
good care of you indeed. Those who dare are always seen in the best light, and we require
but a small donation of coin for whatever you need.
The god of fortune held no attraction for me. I couldnt see flipping a coin each time
I confronted evil to see whether I should oppose it. At least they released the Book of
Wisdom to us with little trouble. We returned to the Umberlee Temple, and obtained a
scroll which the High Priestess assured us would dispel the geas on Lothander. Now we
had to find the Blade and Stars inn. Once there, we located Lothander at the bar.
So, how did you fare? he asked. Do you have the cure to my geas?
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All right then, heres my half of the antidote. Marek, my partner, possesses the
other half of the antidote. Youll find him at the Blushing Mermaid inn. I cant help you
other than that.
We found and entered the Blushing Mermaid. As we entered, an ogre, large even for
his kind, got up from his table where he had been drinking beer from a vessel the size of a
half tun.
Huurm. I be Larze. You be Rolanna. Dont try deny it. You should not have come
to Baldurs Gate. You given many warning before, but you ignore them. Now you must
pay. Sorry, but Larze must kill. The interesting thing was he had addressed his remarks
to Imoen. There had been those who had mistaken us for sisters before, but this was the
first time someone had actually mistaken us for one another.
Wait one moment, you big oaf, replied Imoen, pointing her finger at him as if he
was a youngster caught sneaking treats. Why would you think that Im Rolanna. Do I
look like I could be that kind of hero? Rolanna is a juggernaut of destruction, with
flaming eyes, and a roaring voice. My companions and I, were just normal folks.
Huh? But you must be Rolanna. Me see picture, and it look like you. It had no fire
eyes or big voice. Though pictures dont have voices. Hmmmmm, I confused.
Larze, my poor confused ogre. There is only one thing for you to do. You have to
go back and take a closer look at the picture. Im sure once youve had a second look,
youll know what a big mistake youve made. Now run along, well be waiting right
here.
Yes! Good idea, Larze will find picture and see for sure. You will wait here until
Larze gets back.
As soon as Larze left, we went upstairs, were we found Marek. He was able to guess
why we were there.
So youve come, I assume, to take the antidote. All youre going to accomplish is to
hasten your death, but I think that isnt the foremost worry you have at the moment.
We killed him and took the other half of the antidote off his body. I still had some
difficulty believing we had actually been poisoned, but Marek had certainly thought that
was what had happened. Besides sharing the antidote among my immediate group, I
returned to the Elfsong so Jaheira and the others could partake, just in case.
While at the Blushing Mermaid I had also secured a bottle of DeTranion ale. With it
in hand, I returned to Captain Tollar Kieres at the Merchant League. I gave him the ale,
and insisted he sample it while we discussed business.
Ah, there be the good stuff to put a sting in yer eyes: DeTranions Old Baalor Ale.
Cheers to the Merchant League, fer all their many kindnesses!
Cheers to the Merchant League! I seconded heartily.
I asked him to produce charts of the Western Ocean, which he was happy to do. The
ale was potent; while I examined the charts, verifying they covered the area of Ocean I
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Aye, thats the stuff! Be a good lad and hold these sea charts fer me. Im feeling a
bit woozy He sat back in his chair, no longer paying attention to me, singing, The
cabin boy, the cabin boy, that dirty little nipperah the sea, she calls me.
I rolled up the charts and left the Merchant League building unchallenged. I wasnt
proud of my deception, but no one had been hurt, and I was sure the League had other
copies of these charts.
The next day we continued exploring the city. I briefly talked to the Harbormaster,
asking about the iron shortage.
The iron shortage, eh? Well, theres not much to tell. With the Nashkel mines
basically shut down, and bandits making it impossible to ship overland, irons become
rare. Recently though, the Iron Thrones been shipping in iron through their merchant
fleet. Its really strange, cause their main competitors arent doing the same. Theyre just
lettin the Throne hog the whole market.
The results of my efforts outside the city hadnt yet made an impact on the shortage,
but I thought that would change soon.
In a small tavern near the eastern gate, I noticed a woman silently sobbing to herself.
When I went over to talk to her, she said, Leave me be, will you? I wish no company
now.
Why are you saddened, Mlady?
I fear the worst for my brother and cousin, they have been missing some months
now, and I know of no one that can find them.
Your brother and cousin? Perhaps if I knew their names I could help you.
I thank you. Whatever you can do, I would appreciate. Their names are Shank and
Carbos. Not the brightest of boys, but pure of heart. They may have fallen in with a bad
lot, but I know they would never do anything wrong.
I recognized the names. They were the inept assassins who had tried to kill me in
Candlekeep. I briefly explained to the woman what had happened, and that they were
dead. I finished my explanation with a pious hope.
They are dead and buried. Get over your grief and move on.
It is people like you that give people like you a bad name! Oror something like
that! OhI hear Shanks gentle wit in my words. Get out! Get out!
There was nothing further I could say she would want to hear. I left.
In the Blade and Stars inn I fell into a conversation with a woman dressed as a
priestess.
Shaella sees through the mists of the lady that you are strong and worthy
adventurers.
Who is Shaella? I wondered if this was some god I hadnt heard of.
It is Shaella, Most High Middling Priestess of the Mistshadow, who is here before
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Leira? Whos that?


Leira, Lady of Mists, Mother of All Illusion, the Guardian of Deception, the
Mistshadow. Some say she died in the Time of Troubles, killed by Cyric, betrayed by
Mask. Some say she loved Mask and loves him still. Some say gods can die. Some say
gods can be born. Some say gods can live. Some say gods are an illusion we create for
our own contentment. Some say gods are an illusion we create to disguise our fear of
living, our fear of dying, our fear of being. If gods are a disguise, if gods are an illusion,
then perhaps Leira is the only beacon of truth in our entire pantheon of lies. But if gods
are real and true and all-knowing, than Leira cannot be a god and must be dead if indeed
she ever lived at all.
I dont want to know other peoples opinions. What do you say about Leira? I
found her views thought provoking, which was no doubt the intent.
Shaella says what Shaella has said, does she not?
Im not sure.
Ah, indeed. You walk well with Shaella in the mists of Leira. Forgotten deep in the
library of Candlekeep, lies the Great Book of the Unknowing. Bound with the
chameleons hide, it too walks in the mists of Leira, changing always, as does Shaella.
Ask no one there of it for all who have touched it are blessed with the ignorance it grants.
But you can always find it somewhere in the inner rooms, wreathed in the mists of Leira.
Go to it, make your pilgrimage, and you too may be blessed with unknowing.
Have you ever seen the Great Book of Unknowing?
Perhaps I have. Perhaps a thousand times.
Shaking my head, I turned away. I thought it would be some time, if ever, before I
could return to Candlekeep. I had a chance to speak to Shaella some time later, but she
claimed not to remember having spoken to me; in fact, she claimed her name was not
Shaella at all!
Also in the common room of the inn was, by his robes, a seer. When I approached
him, he seemed to recognize me.
Youare a light entering darkness. Youare a seeker of truths. Youare more
than you realize. The Seer has spoken it because the Seer knows the fear you harbor, the
fear you shall yet become. He paused a moment, as if listening for further inspiration.
Indeed, thenyou are more than you appear. Someday, you must journey further
through the muck and mire of this place for it will tell you as much or more than all of
fabled Candlekeep. Like yourself, this city is more than it appears. There are cities
below cities, dreams beneath dreams, the past laying buried beneath the crushing weight
of the present. Go now, wanderer, for the time will come when you must walk through
the darkness to find the light.
He seemed to have some knowledge, for he had spoken of Candlekeep, but what he
had said was too vague to be of help. Frustrated, I left the inn, continuing to walk about
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In the eastern section of the inner city, a robed woman hailed us. More specifically,
she hailed a member of the party.
Coran! So youve come back to the city, coward. What brought you back? Are you
looking for another girl to seduce with your deceitful promises? Perhaps youd care to
know that you have a daughter.
I have a daughter? Thatsthats ahhhhhwonderful. Coran didnt appear too
happy at the news.
Surprised, that your fling had its consequences? My husband was none too pleased
when my daughter turned out to be a half elf. Yago went into a fury, nearly killed me in
fact. If you care to remember, Yago was a mage of some power, power enough to curse
our child to an early death. Little Namara wont live to see her first birthday. Hes gloated
to me that he possesses the reverse to the spell, but he wont give it to me. Since youre
her father, Coran, youre going to find Yago and YOU ARE going to get the reverse of
the spell from him.
Her names Namaracurse, what curse? Slow down and let me.
Yago has been spending his nights at the Low Lantern. Its just another despicable
whorehouse disguised as something classier. Yago has been spending all of his time there
since he left me. Hes rented out a room somewhere on the ship. Just find his spell book
and bring it to me. I should be able to reverse the curse if I had the formula.
All right, Ill do this for myummmmdaughter. So friends, are you with me or
not, cause if youre not Ill have to do this alone.
Sure, well help you, I reassured him.
When youre finished, said the woman, come meet me at the Splurging Sturgeon
inn. Ill be there for the next few days.
Coran shamefacedly reminded me that the woman, Brielbara, was the reason he had
left the city, where I had found him in the wilderness. There was a lesson to be learned
for Coran in all this, but I didnt think it would stick.
The Low Lantern is a ship, permanently moored at a dock in the harbor, a
combination whorehouse and gambling den. This was my first experience with a
whorehouse, although what we saw while searching for Yago was pretty tame. We found
him on the lowest deck, in a small room he must rent by the month.
What in the Nine Hells are the lot of you doing in my room? he demanded.
Were here for the cure to the curse youve placed on Brielbaras daughter.
So the bitch hired some adventurers to get a cure for her precious daughter. She
should have sent someone who was up to the task, instead of you rabble.
After we killed him, we found his spellbook in his room. We returned to Brielbara.
Tell me, did you get the reversal for the curse?
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Thank you, thank you so very much. I owe you everything. If there is anything I can
do for you, just name it.
Just remember us for the future.
What about you Coran? Are you planning on leaving again? Not even trying to be a
father.
Im sorry Briel, but I just dont have the time or inclination to care for yourI
mean our child.
Maybe someday youll grow a spine, elf!
We ate our midday meal at the Splurging Sturgeon. Recent experience didnt prevent
Coran from flirting with our serving wench. As we were finishing, a woman came up to
the table.
You there! She pointed at me. I recognize your face from a-- from a dream I had
last night.
Dreams speak with wisdom the waking mind can rarely fathom. Tell me your
dreams, woman, and warn me of my place in them.
You were a god, made of iron, and I watched you from below, so far below. You
were stolid, still, unmoving, a bulwark against some raging storm and then you-- and then
you shattered andand broke. Your iron flesh, it tore itself asunder and-- and-- and
you fell to your knees, a weakened being; it was horrible, a true horror, and I woke up
weeping with my husband shaking me, desperate to rouse me from my reckless
slumber. Whoever you be and whatever you have come here for, beware the fates for
theythey be arrayed against you.
I didnt know what to make of this prophecy, and decided to ignore it.
It was time I went to the Thieves Guild, to aid them in return for whatever help they
might be able to provide in the future. I was still somewhat bitter about this course, but
resigned to fulfilling my promise to Jaheira.
We entered the guild, a block of houses in the southeastern section of Baldurs Gate.
Their interior walls had been mostly torn away, forming an interconnected warren. We
found the guildmaster, Alatos Ravenscar Thuibuld, in a small side room, along with a
mage.
Do you know who I am? stormed the mage when Kivan accidentally bumped him.
Im an envoy of the mighty nation of Halruaa, and if you value your miserable life,
youll step away immediately. The mage took no more part in the discussion.
Welcome my little friends! The guildmaster acted friendly. Please relax, and keep
your weapons at your sides. No need for hostility. I simply must apologize for the manner
of my thieves. I suppose a thieves guild must keep a measure of malice about it, but it
does tend to put a cloud over introductions. I am Alatos Thuibuld, though I thank you not
to mention that too often. You are Rolanna of course. Be not surprised, there are very few
people in Baldurs Gate I cannot name. You have been here for only a few days, and have
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Do you have something to tell me, or am I here just to listen to your fat musings?
Ho HO! Such fire untempered by common sense! An unfortunately common cause
of early demise in my organization. Now, because I like you, Ill show you what waits for
your next outburst. You have the rare opportunity to revise your statement, and your life
expectancy.
Your interest in me is flattering, though I question your intent. I had modified my
words, although I couldnt keep the contempt out of my voice.
Oh I dont intend to flatter, merely to assure you that you have been watched since
you entered the city. As for my intent, I do have a proposition for your group to consider.
A small task really, best suited to someone unknown here.
I am quite sure that the membership of a thieves guild would include several
people capable of whatever you ask. Danger of being recognized seems a minor concern
if one is able to not be seen at all. Why do you need me?
Shrewd, very shrewd. I do indeed have many fine individuals of exceptional skill,
but a large number of them are vacationing at the garrison this season. The guard have
been exceptionally vigilant, what with the banditry on the roads, and to their credit they
have captured several of my best people. I am sure that in the history of guilds, we are the
first to experience a shortage of thieves.
What exactly is it you would have me do? And what would be my reward for this
service? How well can you afford to pay?
Its quite the bit of intrigue actually. A local wizard by the name of Shandalar,
makes his home in a moored Halruaan skyship. It would appear that he has the
knowledge to reproduce these flying marvels, and is currently organizing the sale of the
recipe to Grand Duchess Liia Jannath. He has drawn up a set of rituals, and has procured
an artifact fragment and an ancient statuette vital to the spell that keeps the ships aloft.
These he has divided amongst his daughters until the deal is to proceed. I have been
contacted by a representative of the Halruaans, and they have no wish to see scores of
flying ships manufactured in every port. You are to infiltrate the place of exchange, steal
the ingredients, and return here with them. Simple enough. You would be well paid.
Enough gold to give you a backache and, if I am well pleased, mayhaps a magical
weapon or two. Perhaps a little more, perhaps a little less. It entirely depends upon your
performance.
I nodded, grudgingly agreeing to the task.
As it should be! Now that you have agreed, the facilities of the guild are at your
disposal. Feel free to make use of them, and make your presence known to the other
members. You have my permission, so they will be less likely to kill you on sight. As for
your mission, you have a tenday to complete it. Informants have told me that the Duchess
intends to take possession of the components that tenth day, and the exchange will be
hosted by Oberon at his estate. As I see it, you have several options. Directly persuade
any of the involved parties to hand over the items, or burgle them out from under their
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We had a chance to meet some of the charming members of the guild. There was
Black Lily, a fence, who greeted us, Twill be the darkest day ye never seen before I
dont have what ye need.
We approached another pair. One was just boasting, So Is at daggers drawing with
him, an he drops the swag an runs! when he noticed our presence.
Ere now, I know of you. I later learned his name was Narlen Darkwalk. New
sneaksmen ye be, though I canna see no need. Alatos need but look at home fer to find a
dab at thievery. Mahaps we be testing yer talent, for ye rank riders bungle the score. Ye
up to me task?
Aye, ye natty clapperdogeon. Coran replied. He was obviously familiar with the
cant. I be here at Alatos call, but I no be here for cloyin babycandy. Speak yer cause
with good cog.
The cant ye speak, and done so well! Ye be in the brethren yet, by Mask! I let ye in
on the score, and a ripe sight she be. Our first mark be the house DeMallonblade, off the
Splurging Sturgeon. Poor nobles by appearance, they be adept in small smuggling, and I
hear tell of a payment to be received. Gold to split but three sides, tween me, Rededge
here, and you. Tis a right simple bit o skullduggery this first night, and we but need yer
nighteye to spy the lane. Up fer the task?
A better way to drop the night Ill no think in this life, me fellows! Where do we
link afore the deed?
Theres the larcenous fire burnin! We meet at dusk astride the Sturgeon, and bring
only yerself in darks. Yer group will naught but get the watch nervous.
I had to wait while the two thieves and Coran left to attend to business. I was just as
happy not to be directly involved, but I also worried that something would go wrong if I
wasnt present.
Narlen and his companion returned first, out of breath. A short time later Coran
appeared as well. Coran later told me he had noticed a Flaming Fist mercenary on patrol,
and had yelled a warning. He claimed if not for him Narlen and his friend would have
been caught for sure.
Ere there, good fortune ye return to us! Narlen greeted Coran. Quite the
scramble down the alleys, with no less than ten and four guards on our run n hides!
Good call that alarm o yers! Would have caught us unknowin wise without ye. Had
enough time to bail the room with gold in pocket, so weve 300 gold to divvy. None too
bad a haul, but a mere pittance stacked aside next darks targy. Ye in with us agin?
Exciting work like none other! Im raring for another grasp at careless gold! Coran
replied enthusiastically.
Tis so for me an Rededge. The mark is a ripe plum for plucking, and a might more
dangerous. No petty gold, cause you passed that intro. This dark holds a jewel fence, with
pretties brought stolen from Waterdeep. A mage of meager power called for a component
gem called a rogue stone, and Gantolandon answered. His home be our target, but he be a
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We were again left behind while Coran and his new friends left to make the theft. It
was past midnight by the time the three returned, pleased with themselves at their
success.
Well snuck, by any measure! crowed Narlen. Gantolandon wakes this morn none
the wiser, but more the poorer! All the guild will hear o this, and ye be welcomed as
brethren. Split the gemmies thrice, and tonight well suck the monkey a keg apiece tavern
wise!
I was glad to be able to go back to the Elfsong, to get some rest. Coran elected to
stay with Narlen, sharing a few drinks. As I left, I could overhear Narlen saying, Swiped
the Duchesss knickers once, if ya know what I mean.
The next day Imoen and I went to the Oberon estate, to try to fulfill the guildmasters
mission. We wore no armor, nor any obvious weapon, although I hadnt been able to bear
leaving my fine cloak behind. We asked to speak to the houses master of servants. An
older woman shortly came to talk with us.
Yes? Is there something I could be of assistance with?
I beg your pardon, but Ive come regarding the servile position. The idea for our
ruse had come of Imoens and my further questioning of the guildmaster about the
situation.
The position? Ah yes, we are indeed looking for a servant to help clean. It is ever so
large an estate, and she does tend to get away on you if youre not careful. Have you any
experience in such an expansive building?
Not as such, but I ask only that I be given the chance to prove myself.
Well, I would have wished for someone with a touch more credentials, but I am run
right ragged without help. Youre hired, but watch your step. Weve important guests at
the moment, so you had best stay in the background. Clean the rooms in the east wing,
and leave the west for me.
As soon as we were unobserved we snuck upstairs. On the next floor up, we found
the current Lord Oberon. I used my charm ability on him, and asked about his current
guests.
It is a great honor for me to have such a transaction taking place in my home.
Shandalars daughters are here, and so is the Grande Duchess. Its a good thing I hired
extra guards, though I have little to fear from you, my newfound friend.
We climbed another flight of steps. As we approached the top, I heard a woman say,
And boredom stalked the halls. We emerged in a hallway; two of Shandalars
daughters were standing right there.
Youve gone rather far afield, havent you servant? asked one, looking at us
suspiciously. Well no matter, anyone to alleviate the boredom is appreciated, even if
they are of the lower class.
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This weeks end will not come soon enough! Helshara sighed. I tire of standing
about, playing watchman. Many a magical study awaits, while I waste time guarding a
rock.
Helshara! Daddy would not trouble us with this were it not important! Your rock
is an artifact fragment vital to constructing a skyship, no less so than my statuette and
Delornas spellbook.
Fragment or no, here I sit guarding a pebble while the world goes on without me. I
dont know how you and her stand it.
Delorna is content to sit in contemplation, whether entrusted the book or not, and I
simply know that our father would not have me here without reason.
Ithmeera, you should know by now that father is a few sparks shy of a fireball.
Skyship or rowboat, if he made it I wouldnt trust it to hold air, let alone float on it.
I did not offer to captain the final product, just to guard the components.
Helshara suddenly eyed us again, her brow furrowed. My fervent prayers that they
continue to ignore us had evidently gone unheard.
You know sister, I think we have been duped. I do not believe I recognize this
supposed servant. Sound a warning! Its as father predicted; a thief in our midst!
I am a servant here, just hired. I protested. I mean no harm. My apologies for
disturbing you, I shall leave.
You are no manservant! Youre either assassins or thieves! It matters not which as
you will die nonetheless.
I yelled to Imoen to get behind me while I took on the two sisters. Helshara prepared
a spell, her face red with rage, as she yelled at us.
Only a fool would goad a daughter of Shandalar so!
Be wary. Different we sisters are, but we share the same temper, added Ithmeera,
also preparing a spell.
I used my charm ability on them, but they were strong willed. I managed to
overcome them, but not before suffering the full force of several destructive spells.
Naturally, once they had been charmed they were eager to help me, and explained that
the items I sought were in a room on this floor, which also contained their sister Delorna.
When I entered that room, I found Delorna in a comfortable chair, studying a book of
magic, oblivious to the combat that had happened but a short distance away. Her back
was to me, and I heard her sigh, Would that I had this luxury of time alone always. She
suddenly sensed my presence, leaping up from the chair, yelling at me.
I know you not! Leave me to my solitude! She took one look at my bloodstained
clothes, and began a spell. I managed to charm her as well, but not before she had gotten
off an attack that added another wound to my collection. Once charmed, she was quite
agreeable.
I am Delorna, a daughter of the great mage Shandalar. My father has given me the
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the construction of a Halruaan flying ship. You could likely do it for me, though. Take
my component, if you wish.
I took the three components. Since Imoen and I could hardly pass by any member of
the household in our present bloodstained condition, we went back down a floor, and
escaped via a window.
I felt somewhat guilty over having charmed the three sisters. Granted, it was better
than killing them, but I was still bothered. I think it was because of what I saw as a basic
dishonesty. Charming someone robbed him or her of the ability to make their own
decisions. Even if that decision caused them to oppose me, and I killed the person, at
least they had the opportunity to decide their own fate.
I returned to the Thieves Guild. The guildmaster was there, as was the Halruaan
mage.
Well done, if I do say so myself! said the guildmaster after we delivered the items
to him. A fine bit of burglary with no unnecessary attention brought to yourself. This is
Resar, my Halruaan contact. He is well pleased, and will now see to your reward. My
apologies, but it was part of the agreement.
Alatos was most assuring in his description of your abilities. The Halruaan smiled
unpleasantly. Right he was, and it is unfortunate I must close all loose ends. This
includes potential loose tongues, and though talented, you are also expendable. I offer my
sorrows, but you must die!
Narlen Darkwalk had entered while we had been talking. He suddenly interrupted,
yelling in fury, Not this night, ye gamon dead man! With that he stabbed Resar dead.
Narlen! What, by all the gods, are you doing?! cried the guildmaster in shock.
To ye I put the same query, ye traitorous fool! Ye set up one o yer own!
Explain yourself, lest you take an earth bath by next morn!
Ye hired them to do yer dirty deed cause they be expendable, but they be as good a
sneak as any we be! A brethren in burglary, who should die cause they no in the guild?
Nay say I, and many more! They stump down our halls, they work the work, and they
flee the flee. They with US, and you set US up!
Seems ye made quite the impression on the guild, ye did, ruefully observed the
guildmaster. It would also seem that I erred aligning with Resar. Blasted politics addles
the brains, and time and again I should stay out! Still, weve his coin, and the story of his
demise is ours to construct. Never a total loss to be had! Ye have earned a place in the
guild, a tie that never breaks.
Eres the respect ye ran from the guard for! A round-the-world way to get it, to be
sure, but worth it none the less! The doors here will always be open, excepting when
pickably locked.
At least a little benefit had been gained from the jobs we had done for the guild.
Although it was late in the day, I thought there was still time to finish our last thiefly task,
for the gnome Brevlik. After cleaning the worst of the blood off us, I took Imoen with me
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The Temple of Gond in the city is actually two buildings. They resemble one
another, both with slanted roofs supported by white stone columns, interiors free of
supports to form a great hall. The High Hall of Wonders is the temple proper, while the
Hall of Wonders displays mechanical inventions consecrated to Gond.
Imoen and I entered the Hall of Wonders, paying the gold piece fee. We followed
along behind a guide as he interpreted the displays for visitors.
Welcome all to the Hall of Wonders. Please follow, and I shall endeavor to
introduce you to the majesty of Gond. I hope you had little difficulty making your way
here. People are often confused by the companion building across the lane, the High Hall
of Wonders. It is the consecrated temple to Gond, our worship center on the Sword Coast,
and parent temple to the Hall here. Separated to ensure that tourism does not disrupt the
sanctity of our reverence, the two structures are nevertheless linked by a bridge, that they
might be guarded as one.
The guide stopped in front of an iron contraption, the size of a cart. I couldnt make
any sense of the things gears and wheels.
Here is a wondrous item, forged from the mind of one of our respected gnomish
brethren. Known as a Steam Dragon, it is a remarkable, if somewhat noisy means of
moving large objects. The fire in its belly powers mighty gears that can be affixed to belts
and pulleys, hauling loads that would require dozens of strong backs. Our own harbor
employs such items on a grand scale, relieving ships of their cargo in a matter of
moments. A mite detrimental to the jobs of several longshoremen when installed, it has
greatly improved the health of the few remaining.
The guide next stopped in front of a cylinder with an attached seat.
Another marvel of ingenuity, the Pump of Gond. By standing astride the seat one is
able to move water as a mill wheel might, with only the power of the legs. Excellent for
watering fields, or draining a flooded home. Hard work to ride for long, it does spare the
back and neck from bearing the weight of buckets.
The next exhibit was a large brass tank, topped by a burning light.
Bringing light where is naught but darkness, the Everlight. The natural law that all
must fall, helps feed continuous oil to a system of lamp lights, eliminating bothersome
refueling for weeks at a time. This is the enormous tank that holds the oil in reserve.
None need be stranded in the night again, as is inevitable with the standard illumination.
Have you ever known the oil to run out during the daytime?
The guide halted in front of an odd device. It was composed of several cylinders,
each butted end to end, the cylinders varying smoothly in diameter from one end to the
other. The largest cylinder was, in diameter, as large as my balled fist. The whole
contraption was about as long as my arm.
Here be an amazement if ever there was one. Without question you have all seen a
mariners standard spyglass? That crude device what roughs out a coastline? It is but a
shadow of this work of art from faraway Lantan. We are informed that it was labeled a
tell-a-scope or some such when initially assembled, but we have taken to calling it a
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stars themselves are visible with its aid, and one is liable to run out of earth before
running out of sight. Our local craftsmen have not been able to recapture Gonds original
inspiration, and the inner workings remain a detailed mystery. Thus, while copies of its
beauty are available, they function no better than the spyglass I mentioned.
This must be the item Brevlik wanted. Imoen whispered to me that we would have to
break into the hall at night if we wanted to snatch the device. We left the tour, stopping
by the main temple to Gond next door.
Welcome to the High Hall of Wonders, greeted a priest of Gond. I hope you have
come to venerate Gond, the Inspiration Divine! If there is anything you need of me, all
you need but do is ask. Otherwise you are free to worship the Wonderbringer to your
hearts content.
As we turned away, he called out, Gonds greatest gift was the ability to invent. I
stood silently in the hall for a time, but felt no special touch from the god. This was not
surprising. I had little interest in Gonds mechanistic interpretation of the world.
Imoen and I decided to wait until full dark fell, and then break into the Hall of
Wonders. We idled the time in the small park surrounding the buildings dedicated to
Gond. When foot traffic had decreased sufficiently, we moved towards the main door of
the hall. As we drew nearer, I was surprised to hear a voice.
Blast and bother! These locks have always given me trouble! Trouble they are!
It was hard to see, but I thought a young girl was trying to enter. One of the double
doors opened slightly, and the figure slipped into the building. We approached, entering
the building through the unlocked door.
Inside, we walked down a flight of steps to the main exhibit floor. There was a little
more light here from magical globes lining the walls. I could now see the thief was a
halfling, not a lass, but not any older than I was, either. My armor rattled as I took the last
step onto the main floor, and she whirled, startled.
Oh! Scared me you did! I suppose Im caught then? Peacefully Ill go, Im not
much for fighting. Wait a minuteHoly Leapin Lavender Lizards! Youre not the
guard! Youre. . .youre burglaring just like me! Now this IS exciting! We shouldwe
should work together! Yeah! I could use the helpuhI mean, we could just help each
other a little bit. Just for this one heist, you keep watch while I point out the good stuff.
You can even keep most of it! I got a good tip on where to be looking! Whatcha say?
That is a good idea. Ill keep watch and help you. The comments of this unusual
thief had caused me to smile. She reminded me of Imoen when she was younger.
Double good and done! Oh, itll be great fun having someone around to talk to! I
dont meet many nice people in this trade. Just because we steal doesnt mean we have to
be bad. Mostly Im just curious what people have. Here, Ill point out a few things and
then we can get to sneakin. He he, such fun! When I asked, she told us her name, which
was Alora.
I followed along after the young halfling as she moved from one exhibit to another,
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Imoen, who removed the segmented tube. Alora watched, hand on hips, then spoke to
me.
Well if your gonna be puppy-doggin after me all night, maybe we should work
together. I know this place pretty good; know a few secrets. Could be fun. What say you?
Wanna keep watch while I scout for pretties?
Certainly. Do what you must while I will keep watch.
Pretty good takins with none too many bruises. We do pretty good for just
meeting! How about we do this again, like all the time? Wanna join up permanent?
A splendid idea! Welcome aboard.
Friends we are, and nice ones too! One for all and things like that! Fun for all of us,
I just KNOW it!
The three of us returned to the Elfsong, Alora gaily chattering about her past the
whole way. She was originally from Iriaebor. As a child she was cute, outgoing, and
dangerously curious, causing no end of trouble for her parents. They tried to curb her
lunatic behavior, and encouraged her to be content with home and hearth like other
halflings. Alora found this unbearably stifling, and left to explore the world. She quickly
found herself falling into all sorts of trouble, going to the wrong places and angering the
wrong sorts of people. Eventually she found herself in the city of Baldurs Gate, and it
was there that she discovered her future profession: thievery. Wealth was never her chief
concern; it was just that too many interesting things are behind locked doors. Her
unassuming temperament made it easy for her to hoodwink the authorities, and her sweet
nature had saved her from a jail cell numerous times.
When she found out Imoen could cast magical spells, she commented, So youre a
mage? I knew a mage once but he was pretty stuffy. Youre not like that.
Since it was late, we turned in for the night once we reached the Elfsong. The next
morning, we ate a late meal, introducing Alora to such others of the group that were
around at that hour. As we were finishing, the gnome Brevlik came into the common
room, grinning in glee. Imoen hoisted the wrapped package that had been at her feet into
view, since I had anticipated Brevlik might have heard of our feat and come calling.
Brevlik in response held up a bag obviously well weighted with coin.
All that glitters is not gold, but all thats gold most certainly glitters. He waved the
bag suggestively. Imoen got up to hand him the wrapped farseer.
Hello again my roguish compatriots! Brevlik greeted the entire table. I heard this
morning that there was a mysterious break-in at the Hall of Wonders. Its said that the
crafty burglars were in like ghosts and gone before the guard even had a chance to yell
halt. Ooh, its like an adventure tale starring you and me! You are well worth your pay
my friends, well worth it! Here is your 500 gold and a beautiful little trinket from my
own personal collection. Its a sorrow to part with it, but this more than makes up.
Goodbye and good fortune be on you.
A little later Jaheira and Khalid stopped by the Elfsong. She suggested we meet
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Besides Jaheira, Khalid, Imoen, and myself, also present were Alora (Jaheira
frowned when she noticed I had included my new companion), Coran, Kivan and
Yeslick. Dynaheir and Minsc had made a trip outside the city, to contact Dynaheirs
superiors.
Jaheira was pleased that we had impressed the guildmaster of the thieves, although
she was less taken with Corans activities with Narlen Darkwalk, even after I pointed out
the benefit we had derived. Jaheira was furious that we had stolen the farseer for Brevlik,
insisting that such independent action outside the guild could ruin the contacts we had
already made with them. She has a sharp tongue when she gets angry, and she didnt
spare me, commenting that I dont like the way this group is turning out. Better
leadership might help.
I, in turn, was angry with Jaheira. To me, the theft of the farseer was the only
worthwhile thing we had done. It was better out in the world, where others might see it
and copy it, than as a sterile offering to Gond. It didnt help when Alora tried to intervene
between the two of us.
I dont think youre happy enough! Ill teach you to be happy! When Alora saw
that she was being ignored, she added, Ive heard that if you go too long without
smiling, your face will crack!
Jaheira didnt appreciate the interruption, loudly commenting that she wished
someone would remove the child from the room. Alora screwed her eyes shut, chanting,
Happy happy joy joy, happy happy joy joy.
It was obvious nothing of importance was going to be accomplished today. I
suggested that I take Imoen, Kivan, Coran and Yeslick and continue poking about the
city. I also promised to take charge of Alora.
Alora I gave the task of gathering rumors in the city, a job for which I thought her
well suited. With the others, I set out to explore those portions of Baldurs Gate I hadnt
visited up to now.
We stopped in several taverns, gathering rumors. In one we heard of the mage
Ragefast, that he was keeping his own personal nymph, presumably for enjoyment of her
physical pleasures. In another tavern we found more certain evidence of a mage;
Ramazith had left not long before we arrived, and having taken offense at some remark
had summoned several slimes. The slimes were still present, which we dispatched. We
could do nothing for those already killed by the creatures.
The next day I visited the temple to Helm in the northern part of the city. A priest
greeted us when we entered.
Welcome to The Watchful Shield. Our devotion to He of the Unsleeping Eye is
unswerving. Please, allow us to shield and protect you under the ceaseless gaze of Helm.
Although I meditated in the temple for a time, I felt nothing special. Helm seemed ill
suited for me anyway. I saw my role in the world as one of action, seeking out evil and
vanquishing it, not standing by as some sort of mystical guardian.
In the streets nearby was a small shrine to Ilmater. A beggar was sheltering inside,
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fired my imagination; I could see myself as a champion of the downtrodden and


powerless. But I received no special sign from Ilmater, and my ego was deflated. I would
just have to continue as best I could, hoping whatever power had granted me such gifts as
I possessed would be pleased with the results at the end of my life.
In this section of town a wizards tower rises above the surrounding buildings. The
wizard himself was standing outside the tower, and hailed us as we passed.
Good eve and on you and yours, my friend. Might I have your ear a moment?
Certainly, good sir. What is your concern?
Ive a been watching you, but rest assured it no be in the bad evil eye way. You and
your compatriots be so obviouslywell. I just say you no look like farmers or
merchants. Ive a service needing completion, and it require that which I think you have.
I reward well, but the mission is dangerous andbeyondwhat the law would
technically allow. Interested, yes?
What is it I will be expected to do? Now that I was concentrating on him, the evil
in him was easy to discern. I had no intention of aiding him, but I wanted to know his
purpose.
My proposition is thus; I would have you enter into the home of a colleague of
mine, and effect the release of a creature he has imprisoned there. Ragefast be his name,
and he has in his possession one of the most beautiful and useful creatures in all of
Faerun. Its a Nymph he captured some time ago, and I know not what laughable plans he
has for her, but I am sure she be moreproductive in my care. I not so rich as to be able
to offer huge gold, but as competent wizard I do have the odd magical item of worth.
Perhaps an enchanted weapon will serve your needs, no?
Why not do this yourself? You do not seem as powerless as your plea makes you
sound.
Indeed I be proficient in that which is magical, but so is Ragefast. None know better
how to defend against a wizard than another wizard. This require stealth and guile, or
quick blade with muscle behind. You have; I lack. Simple, no?
I had heard enough, and declined to become involved. I later learned the mage was
Ramazith. I dont doubt he wanted the nymph to chop into spell components or some
such nefarious purpose. I had learned something important, though. The rumor that
Ragefast was keeping a nymph must now be regarded as a fact. I decided to investigate
further.
Ragefasts was not hard to find, in the western part of the city. We entered his
residence by the simple expedient of picking the lock on his front door. No doubt his
reputation was sufficient to keep out most casual visitors.
Inside we found Ragefast arguing with, in fact, a nymph. He was so intent on what
he was saying he hadnt noted our entry.
Now know thee well I cannot let thee leave. We are meant to be together, whether
ye know it or no.
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What!? He had noticed our presence. What bandit dares enter the home of
Ragefast?! Identify your purpose here, that I might know what to put on thy tombstone!
I unleashed my rage upon him. Dare you speak of me as bandit, when you commit
such crimes as you do?!
No! This wondrous being is my love and life! I would be hers as well, but it takes
time! She will grow to care for me, as I her!
One does not cage those he cares for! You may break her spirit and she will serve
you, but this is not love! Listen to her!
She will learn to be happy here! We shall grow old together.
Look unto me, Ragefast, said the nymph in a dull voice. My beauty fades even
now.
Abela, thy beauty is as brilliant now as the day I found you. Say not such things.
Tis flattering, but you are blinded by your passion. Truly see what is become of
me. I should not age, but my spirit fades in this ugly place. Yours does as well, but from
obsession over me.
But we were meant for each other! Thy very words had said so!
In my glade, amidst the stars and moon. Twas beauty in that, but I cannot be
confined with thee. I am not human, and this is not my home.
But this is MY home. His voice died off. He seemed to really see her for the
first time, and realized the truth of her words.
This Abela will die with you, I insisted. Free her if you truly feel as you do.
Iit is so. Forgive me Abela, I have been a fool. I release you from my
enchantments, and you are free to leave. Please do not think too harshly of me. I am but a
foolish old man.
I am not without fault, but tis my nature to breed obsession in people. A hazard of
just being who and what I am. As for my impromptu saviors, my gratitude is boundless!
Please, take a lock of hair to remember me by. I doubt I shall seek the company of man
for some time. Goodbye.
Freed of Ragefasts confining spells, Abela used her own magic to disappear from
sight. As we left I overheard Ragefast sadly muttering, Love is blind, deaf, and ever so
dumb!
We had not walked far from Ragefasts home when a child ran up to me, insisting I
follow him to his home. His father was rather surprised at the strangers on his doorstep.
Varci! Who have you brought here?! I told you I must be alone with my thoughts!
Your thoughts know as I do, and there be no denying it. We need outside help to fix
whats done, and talk among the alleys say this group may be as effective as any we
could hope for.
Youll tell me later how you know in what alleys to learn such things. For now
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Greetings to you all. I am Lord Priest Tremain Beldear, a humble servant of Our Smiling
Lady Tymora. My request of you is an odd and very dangerous one. I will not hold you to
it if you deem it too extreme. I would have you enter The Water-Queens House, and
retrieve my sons body. He and Varci sought to indulge their restless nature by sneaking
about the place, and a high price was paid.
We thought it would be exciting, explained his son, causing a little mischief
amidst Umberlees underlings, only it wasnt that much fun when we were caught. We
both ran. I got away; Casson didnt. Theythey killed him as we sought to escape.
A harsh sentence for a simple prank, but trespassing on holy ground, whatever the
faith, is not a small crime. You must bring his body to me, that I might restore his life to
him. If you can retrieve him, I will reward you whether I am able to revive him or not.
What say you?
You are a man of some import, I pointed out. Why do you not organize your own
temple brethren to aid you?
An astute question. High Priest Chanthalas has deemed that Casson knowingly took
a risk, and luck determined his fate. Since Tymora be the Lady of Luck, it is that fate we
are officially to abide by. I, however, disagree. While Casson did dare and fail, I see no
reason that I should not take the risk to rescue him. It makes no sense to me for Tymora
to grant her servants resurrection powers, if to use them would anger her or interfere with
the fate of another. So now I find I must move against the wishes of my church, but not
the spirit of it. To me, it seems that they are more concerned about incurring the wrath of
the Umberlants, than in following the spirit of adventure. You may anger her clergy by
helping me, but I believe Tymora will smile on all of us.
Luck or no, it would be a shame to lose your life because of the foolishness of
youth. Ill help as best I can.
There is hope for my son yet. I cannot tell you where in the Umberlant Temple
Casson would be kept, but I would advise you to be careful. They seem a right unfriendly
group, but once you get to know them they seem out and out heartless. Please hurry!
We went to the Temple of Umberlee. I was surprised to find there Tenya, the child-
priestess we had helped earlier. She smiled at me, a knowing, unsettling, smile in one so
young, before speaking.
Well. I should say the mother and I expected to see you again at some point, though
it was certainly not to be so soon. I suppose its to collect some sort of payment for your
actions outside of Baldurs Gatehmmm?
I wish nothing of you, save the body of the fool that tried to break into your
hallowed halls. Despite her youth, I used the harshest words I could manage. I did not
think Umberlee to be one to favor the concept of mercy. I imagine the return of such an
infidel is ample return for my services.
You do not ask for much, do you? Very well, take the child and go. I warrant you
will no doubt resurrect him, but the lesson is learned. Death changes one, especially one
so young. I know of this like no other. GO! And never darken these halls againunless
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We bore the childs body back to the house, to the delight of Tremain Beldear.
By all the gods, The Lady Who Smiles must be positively beaming this day!
Quickly, get the body inside where I prithee Tymora will grant it life anew. Ill not waste
another moment until my sons soul is on solid ground once more. Come with, and see
the wonder.
Now the moment I have yearned for. Please all, no noise. I must concentrate. He
began to lay out religious instruments, muttering, You roll your dice and you take your
chances. He chanted a spell over the body of his son.
The body jerked, then the boy tried to sit up, coughing, dazedly mumbling,
Wha?
Blessed be Our Smiling Lady! He lives! Son, can you hear me?
Father, Iwhats going on? asked Casson.
Oh my dear dear boyyou are IN SUCH TROUBLE! What in all the planes were
you thinking child?! Gallivanting through an Umberlant Temple like that?! So help me, if
turning you over my knee wouldnt kill you outright, youd jump black to go right to
blue!
Whatbutbut it wasnt my faul.
Oh no you dont! If you want to play the odds, you had best be sure you take
responsibility for yourself! The Goddess of Luck and Adventure does not endorse DUMB
luck or foolish risks! I swear, if your mother were alive to hear about this shed drop dead
where she stood, and THEN Id have to raise her TOO! Do you have any idea what this
spell takes out of a person?!
But IweIm sorr.
Not another word past your lips young man! Your off to your room and see if I let
you out before youre four score and twenty! March!
ButIaw.
We left, not wishing to intrude on their reunion. We walked a little north of the
house, where a wall surrounded a nobles estate. As we stared, wondering who lived
there, a voice interrupted us.
Do you remember our agreement? You had agreed to help me kidnap Skie from the
estate of Entar Silvershield. Well, I think this is the perfect opportunity.
Standing next to us were Eldoth and Garrick. Garrick grinned at me.
Im back! And just in time, too. I need material for a few more verses of my tribute
to our friendship.
I frowned, trying to decide what to do. I didnt trust Eldoth, but maybe it was time to
clarify the situation with Skie. The most direct method of doing that would be to
accompany Eldoth.
We passed through the gate, approaching the main door of the mansion. Eldoth held
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We should sneak in and find her room. Once there, well sneak her out. We
shouldnt kill any guards, as that will bring the wrath of the Flaming Fist down on our
heads.
I got us into the mansion by claiming we were a delegation from Waterdeep that
wished to wait until Entar Silvershield returned. I got us upstairs by using my charm
ability on a guard. I felt guilty, since it was likely the guard would be blamed for
whatever happened.
We found Skie in her room, confined to the house by her father. As soon as she saw
Eldoth, she cried, Eldoth! I thought Id never see you again, then she hurried over and
kissed him, which answered the nature of their relationship. Eldoth, hugging her, seemed
pleased, although it could have been an act.
Skie! Its good to see you again, were here to get you away from this place. These
people with me are friends of mine; were what you might call adventurers.
Thank you for your help! she said, turning to the rest of us. I am so happy to be
away from that horrid place. Eldoth told me that you were adventurers. Perhaps you
would let me join your party?
I shook my head in dismay. I could imagine what Jaheira would say if I showed up
with the daughter of one of the leaders of Baldurs Gate in tow. Skie took my gesture for
agreement.
Thanks, Ill be the best adventurer youve ever seen!
I hurried everyone from the mansion, Skie wrapped in a cloak and hidden amongst
our numbers. As we went, I tried to decide what to do. I certainly did not intend to aid
Eldoths original scheme of blackmailing Skies father. I talked to her, trying to form
some opinion of her character. Her admittedly sheltered life had consisted mostly of
learning ballet, history, and languages. Being exceptionally agile she had become a very
proficient dancer, though this natural dexterity had mainly allowed her to better sneak off
on sojourns away from the estate. She said she found the nastier areas of Baldurs Gate
exciting, though she seemed naive about the dangers. On one of her escapades she met up
with the debonair Eldoth, and thought that he could help her live the life of adventure that
she craved. She trusted him implicitly, perhaps too much so.
I couldnt see turning Eldoth in to the authorities. Given the power of Skies father,
he might be put to death for kidnapping. Certainly, despite his evil nature, he had
committed no crime here in which I wasnt fully complicit. I didnt think Eldoth would
get Skie out of Baldurs Gate, despite her professed love of adventure. Complaints like I
broke a nail. or My feet hurt. were a pretty good indicator of this.
We had walked until we were near the center of the city. Skie smiled over my
shoulder at Eldoth, calling out, I love you Eldoth.
Skie, dont bother me right now, replied Eldoth, obviously mulling over his own
thoughts. I wondered that Skie didnt see the shallowness of Eldoths affections. As I was
considering this Garrick revealed his purpose in being here.
Perhaps youd care to hear my music Skie, he cooed, walking alongside her and
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Id love to hear your music Garrick, she replied.


Be silent Skie, its not like your opinion is worth anything. Eldoth was annoyed.
Why do you always have to make fun of me! I hate you! Get away from me!
Skie, my little angel, a woman should know her place, Eldoth condescendingly
told her.
Dont speak to Skie that way, Eldoth, Garrick championed her. She deserves
better.
Trust Garrick to become involved over a woman. I had hope that Skie would realize
Eldoth was trying to use her, and that this fiasco could actually come to a favorable
resolution.
Garrick pulled Skie aside, but not so far I couldnt overhear what he had to say.
Why do you stay with Eldoth, Skie? Cant you see hes just using you?
Eldoth is a kind man, Skie insisted. He cares about me Garrick.
Then again, perhaps there wasnt a good resolution here. In any case, I didnt want
Eldoth and Skie following me around any more. I told them they would have to make
their own way.
Youyou dont want me anymore? Butbut where will I go? Oh, this hasnt
worked out like Id hoped at all. Youll come back for meright? Skie was hurt by my
rejection, but Eldoth just grabbed hold of her arm and hustled her off.
I pulled Garrick aside to talk to him, emphasizing that I was counting on him to look
after Skie and protect her from Eldoth. The problem with Garrick was that the first gentle
puff of wind would deflect him from his course, no matter what arguments I used.
Perhaps Alora or someone else could be spared to also keep on eye on Skie. As I was
considering this, I noticed Imoen urgently motioning to me.
I hurried over to her, and she told me to follow her. She led me down a street, to the
opening to an alley. Eldoth and Skie were in the alley, as well as another familiar figure,
Shar-Teel.
There is no good or evil, only the charming and the tedious. Evidently he and
Shar-Teel not only knew one another, they were arguing.
Your impudence will one day get you killed Eldoth, warned Shar-Teel.
Shar-Teel, your lot in life is to bake cookies and bear children, now shut up.
Say another word Eldoth, and Ill cut out your tongue.
Stop your whining wench.
Watch your mouth Eldoth, or Ill end your life where you stand.
Your wit is somewhat lacking.
You were warned Eldoth! Now reap the consequences. Shar-Teel made a move
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Shar-Teel appeared to consider going ahead, but she withdrew her hand, and began to
walk away. She tossed a comment over her shoulder as she left.
Eldoth, youre an impotent, degenerate lout, who has delusions of male
superiority.
Shar-Teel was headed directly for where I was standing at the mouth of the alley. I
quickly moved away, since I had no desire to meet her again.
The next day, a dwarf stopped me in the street. He looked around carefully to be sure
who else was around, then confided to me in a low voice, Theres a fat man by the name
of Algernon staying at Feldeposts Inn in Beregost. He keeps a cloak with him in his
room and I need you to get your larcenous hands on it and bring it back to me. I assure
you that your reward will be handsome. Try not to kill him, just filch it off his person.
I angrily rejected his suggestion, walking away. The only benefit I had gotten from
association with the thieves of the city was contact with more thieves. I was walking
quickly, trying to throw off my rage, when I felt a gentle tugging at my arm. It was
Imoen.
She hesitantly told me there was something I needed to know. She reminded me of
the cloak she had given me while we were staying at Feldeposts Inn, which was now
nearly two months back. She admitted she had stolen it from the room of a man staying
there, a man who fit the description the dwarf had given of Algernon. What was more,
her new magical abilities informed her the cloak itself was magical, and probably gave its
wearer the ability to cast an enchantment on others.
This wasnt the first time Imoen had gifted me with something she had lifted from
someone else, and I was rather annoyed. Then I realized a connection with what she had
said, about enchantments. What I had believed to be my charm ability must come from
the cloak! Thinking back, the few times the charm had not worked, I had not been
wearing it. It was a great relief to me. Not only had the ability to charm others to my will
led me into questionable moral choices, it had led me to question my own abilities, to
second-guess my judgement of others. I would gladly doff the cloak and risk the
occasional misreading of intentions. If only there was a similar simple explanation for the
strange dreams I had been having.
I resolved to give the cloak to Jaheira, to be carried south to Beregost when
opportunity presented, hopefully to be reunited with its rightful owner. In the meantime, I
would continue todays mission, which was to circulate about the town and try to pick up
on rumors. We had come to the Helm and Cloak inn, which we entered and headed to the
bar. A group of four adventurers were already there. One of them greeted us.
Ahoy, fellow adventurers! Come share a glass with Gorpel Hind and his Band of
Merry Fools. Seated with me are Farluck the Fearless, Turpin the Roaring Ranger, and
Nelik the Most Devious and Fiendish of Thieves! (We owe him money so he gets the
good title) But away with these meager introductions! Sidle up to the bar and tell us a
tall tale of your latest adventures!
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Well, weve been through the Cloakwood and fought our way through every level
of a guarded and secret iron mine at its heart! There were mages at every turn, casting
lightning bolts and fireballs into the heart of our party before stepping through their
dimension doors to renew their attacks from another flank! Aye, there was loss and
carnage but I revel in the memory of it still!
Iron mines in the Cloakwood? Your tales are tall, indeed, and we are richer for the
telling. Consider yourselves honorary members of the Merry Fools and may ale and
friendship always flow within these hallowed halls! A toast, you drunkards, to Rolanna
and the winsome souls that surround us now!
As we were talking, five other adventurers entered the inn. They came up to the bar;
one of them shouldered me aside to get a seat, loudly declaring, Clear the way for
Gretek and the Maulers of Undermountain!
If you truly be maulers of Undermountain, you can clear your own way, I growled,
not pleased at his attitude. Gretek took instant and extreme offense at my remark.
No one stands between the Maulers and their ale! Ready your weapons, men, we
have some garbage to pick up!
Gorpel Hind and his band immediately drew weapons and joined us in facing off the
Maulers. A short, bloody fight, with swords, axes, bows and magic left all the members
of my group and the Merry Fools injured, while the Maulers were dead. The Helm and
Cloak also needed a new bar, which the coins from the dead Maulers I left behind would
cover. Gorpel Hind solemnly shook my hand after the combat.
We have been honored by your presence tonight and awed by your prowess. I beg
your leave, however, for some of my men are wounded and must seek attention
elsewhere. May the houses of Rolanna and Gorpel Hind be ever graced with each others
friendship. Come, men, and carry your wounds bravely.
Alora had picked up some disquieting rumors about a mage who lived in the
northwestern part of Baldurs Gate. Combined with some information Jaheira had, she
thought we should check out the mage. We found his house, and forced our way in when
our knocks went unanswered.
Inside we faced magical guardians, animated suits of armor and invisible protectors.
We managed to defeat them, although at the cost of more wounds and the depletion of
our magical energy. At this point, the owner of the house chose to make his appearance.
You have done well to bypass all of my guardians. I should be angry with you, but
to be truthful, I have been on the lookout for skilled adventurers. So, I would ask you, do
you wish to help me in a task, or would you rather die?
What is it that you want us to do? I could sense he was evil, but we were in no
condition for another combat.
First of all, my name is Degrodel. I can only assume that youre Rolanna, the
adventurer who has been stirring up so much trouble in the recent past. Now that
introductions are done, let us get down to business. My task is very simple. Some years
ago, an evil band of mercenaries were all petrified while trying to break into the home of
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Anyhow, one of those adventurers had in his possession an item of power: the helm of
Balduran. Ramazith didnt know this at the time and so, after turning them all to stone, he
simply sold their bodies to an art collector living in the heart of Baldurs Gate. What I
would like you to do is find these statues, turn them back to flesh, and take the item.
How do we turn them from stone back to flesh?
Very simple really. I will give you these six scrolls of stone to flesh. Use them on
the statues when you find them. The estate can be found just west of the fairgrounds in
the center of town. Good luck, and dont entertain any thoughts about betraying me. It
could be very hazardous to your health.
There was no evidence Degrodel was associated with the Iron Throne. I would do as
he asked up to a point. I had become interested in the fate of Balduran, and anyway, it
was time these adventurers were freed. I just did not intend to report back to Degrodel.
The statues were in the home of Felonius Gist, who we paid 300 gold to look at his
statues. No doubt he wondered at our purpose, but when confronted with five armed
individuals he quickly accepted the money without question. We freed the five
adventurers from their stoned condition. They were a neutral and evil bunch; only one
had anything relevant to say.
I awake from dark slumber and see before mea deva? Certainly you must be such
a creature to have rescued me. My name is Vail. Please honor me with your name as
well.
I am Rolanna, and I have come seeking the Helm of Balduran.
The Helm of Balduran? I am acquainted with that trinket. Might I ask why you are
looking for it? Or, more importantly, who told you to come to me?
I was hired by Degrodel to retrieve it. He said you hapless chaps would have it, and
would perhaps trade it for your freedom.
That is what he said? Well, he was wrong. As much as I am grateful for your help,
the item you seek is very important to me. I earned it through hard work, and take good
care of it. Am I to relinquish such a historical curiosity that means so much to me? I ask
you to reconsider. We are both adventuring sorts, whether hired or driven by spirit. Leave
me my prize; you know I well deserve it.
Your words ring true. I will not take this item from you.
I amrelieved. Do not think you will go away empty handed for your compassion.
II will give up another item nearly as dear to me. Perhaps the two should not be
separated, but you have done well by me. The Cloak of Balduran is with a favored
consort of mine in the Undercellar. Quenash is her name. Go there and she will give it to
you. She will know I sent you. Now please leave me.
The location of the Undercellar was not too hard to determine, since nearly every
resident seemed to have heard of this brothel. I was somewhat hesitant about going. Not
so much the illegality of the transactions, since I had already forced myself to enter the
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that bothered me, since this was something of which I had no experience during my
admittedly sheltered upbringing in Candlekeep.
The Undercellar was created from several interconnected cellars. When we entered,
business was already brisk despite there still being some light outside. I found the
atmosphere dank and damp, but it obviously didnt bother the customers in their search
for what they had come for. A little questioning, and we were able to locate Quenash,
fortunately unoccupied.
Ere there, I dont need no armored prats scaring away my friends. Get along,
children.
Vail sent me. I have come to collect his cloak. He has given it to me.
HA! You think me a fool? Vail would not give such a thing to a lout like you. I do
not know how you came upon his name, but you obviously dont know a thing about him.
Can you tell me his favorite dish? Or his mothers maiden name? I doubt you have even
laid eyes on him. What was the color of his hair? Can you even name his race?
An Elf he was, and his hair was blond as the sunlight.
Hmmperhaps you do know of him. Still, I cannot believe he would relinquish
such a thing to you. He can be a touch flighty at times though. Ah, its been some time
since he paid me a visit. Who knows how he may have changed. Here you are then. Take
it and leave me. Ive better things to be doing.
Thank you, I will trouble you no more.
I put on the cloak. Despite its age, it was in terrific shape. The cloak was formed
from the fur of an animal I did not recognize. The lining, if not of silk, was of some fabric
as fine.
The next morning, at the Elfsong, Imoen presented me with a gift. It was the Helm of
Balduran. She explained she had lifted a scroll from Vail that contained a clue where it
was located. Naturally, I was forced to lecture her on the inadvisability of what she had
done, and that I would have to give the helm back to Vail if I located him. I strongly
suspected, however, that Imoen had checked to make sure he had left the city before
offering her gift.
I had to admit, though, that despite the horns curving out of both sides of the helmet,
it was a nice complement to the cloak.

Shandalar
Receiving the helm and cloak of Balduran had fired my curiosity more than ever to
learn what had been his fate. It was time to return to Ulgoths Beard and talk to Mendas
now that I had charts for the western ocean. It seemed to me that the Iron Throne
conspiracy was all but extinguished, so I could afford to spend the time. Jaheira didnt
agree with my decision, but I could tell she thought the danger of war between Amn and
Baldurs Gate had ended. Her objections came from a desire to see a job rapidly
completed once started, and the fear that Gorions killer, whoever that was, would leave
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upbringing in Candlekeep, I had become addicted to adventuring with my new friends,


and I was afraid that once the threat from the Iron Throne was finished my friends would
remember they had other obligations, and go their separate ways.
I decided to take Imoen, Kivan, Yeslick, Dynaheir and Minsc with me. Alora, the
halfling thief, was sorry to see Minsc, or more exactly his little companion, leaving. She
always found an excuse to stop by the Elfsong when Minsc was there, and played with
Boo as much as Minsc would tolerate, making comments like, Awww! Its just the
cutest little hamsty-wamsty! Whos a fuzzy Boo?
We left the city for the nearby village of Ulgoths Beard. We entered the village,
heading for Mendas house. A man, dressed as a mage, stopped me.
I know of you. You are of an odd countenance, and I can count pretty darn high,
too. I have need of youwhat say you to this?
I do not know who you are. Introduce yourself, and we shall see if I can help you.
I am Shandalar, and I am the default benefactor of this place. My home is here, as
are my major interests. I take interest in whoever comes this way, and you are very
interesting indeed. I should like you to perform a task for me. A small thing, really, but
something I do not have time for myself. I need for you to go toanother placeand
retrieve an item of mine. Very simple, and if you succeed I will think all the better of
you. What say you to this?
Why do you need me for this task when you seem more than capable?
I have other things that call my attentions, so it is more convenient that you go.
Besides, I know you not and this serves as a good measure of you. Already I know you
are more interested in the why and not so much the profit. Will you do this?
Yes I will. Im ready now. It seemed a simple enough task, and I willing to help
him out.
You are on your way, then. When you have located my cloak return to where you
arrived and this ward token will effect your releaseeryour passage back. Off you go
now.
Before I could ask where his cloak was located, Shandalar cast a spell. My friends
and I were teleported. The first thing I noticed was the cold. The second was that
Shandalar was not present. We were on a tiny island. Fragments of ice floated in the
waters about as far as I could see.
An entry leading underground was near us. I quickly led the others into it, since we
were not dressed for the cold. Beneath the surface it was much warmer. The tunnel
debauched into twisting passages, precisely mined through the rock. Not having any
choice, I led the others into them.
We had not gone far before we encountered three mages. One of them addressed us.
Well, well, well. I sensed the ripples and there you are, butyou are something
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I was sent by Shandalar, I replied, hoping his name would draw a response.
Seems there is something of his on this island that he wants returned.
Shandalar! Well, there is a name I have not heard in awhile. Aye, he was here. The
bastard managed to escape, though I know not how. This isle is much like a prison, and is
uncharted on any map I have seen. The stars indicate we are far to the south, but I cannot
seem to get more precise than this. This place seems a magnet of sorts. If you are
powerful enough to transport without error across an ocean, you are apparently of
sufficient power to be caught and dragged here. It is the very place that does itseems to
ensnare the energy. Needless to say, leaving the island by magical means seems entirely
impossible.
What is the purpose of this place? Who constructed it?
I dont know an answer to either question. It could be a joke of the gods, or a test
or both. It is hard to tell with gods. It could be a natural phenomenon, though the tunnels
below certainly are not. Trapped mages may have fashioned them for shelter however.
There is little else to do here except plot, study, or go mad. I prefer to plot. On that note,
if you would be so kind as to strip down and give me what you are carrying I would be
ever so grateful.
What? But why? Certainly we can come to some agreement?
But why? I think I can overpower the pull of this place if I have enough magical
energy. You may have items, or your very being may yield fuel. I care not which, and I
am through talking!
For right! And I always am! angrily yelled Dynaheir, preparing a spell. I started
swinging my blade. The others joined in; we handily defeated the three. On the mages
body, I found a book, entitled The Journal of Andris of Iriaebor.
Would that I had more paper to write upon, but much was burned in haste for
warmth. Little there is to document anyway, and so I leave this small writ for any
that might find my corpse, for that is the only way it shall part from me. Know that
Andris does curse you for your life, and that should I return in some fell form I will
hunt you for the sheer spite of you seeing my decimated body. The business of that
aside, I hope that you who read this have suffered the same fate as I. The indignity of
this condition! With all the power at mine fingers I must huddle around a dung-fire
eating seal fat! The forces behind this place have no respect for my stature, my
power! I have slain beasts thrice my size with a glance, and traveled as a bird over
oceans! Here my magic is sucked to the earth and I am held, as others are. Some
have escaped, and I swear I shall hunt them and take the power they must have. To
do what I cannot they must be great indeed. I curse them for leaving, I curse this
place, and I curse that I have not the might to follow.
Andris of Iriaebor
We did not have to walk far to encounter another mage trapped here.
Newcomers, stop where you are! I have questions to pose to you, and you will
answer them swiftly and accurately, or you will be killed. I will warn you now that I
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Who are you exactly, I wearily asked, and what are you doing on an ice island in
the middle of the ocean?
I am Garan, and have been trapped on this infernal island ever since I tried to
teleport from Maztica to Waterdeep. But it is not you who should be asking the questions.
You have not answered my question yet; answer now or suffer the consequences.
We are the party of Rolanna, and have come to find Shandalars stolen cloak.
You have come to take Shandalars cloak, eh? Well, he must have given you
something to get off of the island, something that I intend to have. Prepare to die, fools!
Garan attacked, aided by four ankhegs. We were forced to dispose of him as well.
The next mage we met had a response to us that was at least novel.
Please dont kill me! Please, please, please, please, please! he begged.
Relax fellow, we have no reason to harm you.
Why are you here? You werent sent to kill poor Cuchol?
Were merely here to retrieve an item. Well be on our way as soon as we can find
it.
Are you not trapped here? I, Cuchol, the Scourge of Lachom! The Ravisher of
Surkh! Even with my fell powers, I cannot escape.
We have our ways, Cuchol. Have you seen a cloak, perhaps?
A ward! Of course! My friends, I have been trapped here for too long. Think of my
reputation! Cuchol, theyll say, What kind of mystical magic man are you? Then Ill
say Its not my fault! Its that stupid ice! Then theyll say Youre a loser Cuchol. A real
fool, if you catch my drift. Cant you see? My reputation! I must have that ward! I must
escape!
We cant help you, Cuchol. We need to leave this place ourselves.
But its so cold! Dont you see? Its cold! Why does Cuchol bother with these
wretches? Very well, I MUST have the ward!
Another mage we were forced to kill. We continued searching the passages, until we
encountered a gnome whose stay had left him less than stable.
Hehahee-he-heeeeBeen here long?
Long enough, though I cant say Ive seen you before. By what name shall I call
you, friend?
HrmmmYou may call me Tellan Altruar, the shining light of Tethyr, for once I
was, once I was. And you I shall call Buttercup because I can and shall, hoo-hooo! You
have a way out of here, dont you? I smell it on you!
I do but it comes with a price. There is a cloak I need to find and many here who
would see me and my master dead before they let it fall from their grubby hands. Follow
me and be of some assistance in the battles and mayhaps Ill let you come with me when
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You would? Really? No, you wouldnt, you wouldntbut you couldHehahee-
he-heeee. No magic, though, I will save my magic in case you turn on me. But darts,
yes, Ill cast my darts into their very eyes if it shall get me off this frigid rock!
Tellan, also, attacked. To those still alive in this place, trust must be a word long
unlearned. We continued, coming at last to a chamber which could perhaps be said to be
the heart of the place. At least no other passages led from it. A single mage awaited us.
Now now now, hello there. And you might be who? Another wayward spellslinger
looking for a way out? Or just another power-hungry fool trying to force the doors from
the wrong side? Tell me, warrior, why is it that whatever you seek is always in the last
place you look?
I have no time for your riddles! I seek a cloak that belongs to Shandalar!
Do you now? And he did not come for it himself? Of course not. He left this place
only by shedding his most powerful dweomers. More sensible to send you, who are of
lesser power. No doubt he will extricate you using some sort of focus, drawing you away
with magic centered elsewhere once you have completed your task. Have I guessed your
means of travel? Do you even know?
How do you know these things of me?
The others here are like me, in that they do not understand this place. I doubt the
place itself could tell its own purpose were it able to answer questions. Suffice it that I am
not so quick to turn to desperation as the others, and I do not fear the unknown quite so
much. If this place draws magical energies to it, and I am here at the center, then it draws
magical energy to me by default. In time I will harness it, and in time I will leave.
Already I know more of things here than any other. I can see thingsthings others
cannot.
And what do you see? What is this place?
I see why you are here. I see that I have what you seek. I see that we must fight and
the victor shall leave. What is this place? Many things. Today it is a dueling pit.
Tomorrow it will be a graveyard. Yesterday it waswhat? I cannot say. If it is natural it
is an abomination. If it is divine, it is utterly cruel. We are all many things, including
obtuse and unclear. Do what you will. If I win, I am released. If I lose, I am released.
He attacked, and forced us to release him from his life. On his body I found a scroll:
Scribble scribble scribble, as every mage must do.
These walls will hold your power fast, unless I walk right through.
A boat I bade from birch and bark, but burned I did at morn.
Rather I gather in this held spot, than suffer my hands get worn.
Fools this place has, and many more to come. I will greet and take what will, and in
the end will I have all? Oh, I think so. I mock your prison AO, as though you would
care to listen. Are you even behind the walls? I see your symbols in the sky, but
others too. Mystra, goddess of magic, my magical maiden, why do you treat your
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humility for those on the verge of true power? Drop your robes and wands and
staves, or forever be trapped with your self-importance and pride? Perhaps, but I will
not shed what I have earned just to walk the skies again. I shall profit from this; I
will play outside your rules. This place will bring it all to me in time, though I cant
take it elsewhere. No, you cant take it with you, but you can stay with it, and hold it
tight. Perhaps with outside help? Bah! None but those who have learned can find this
place again, and they will not interrupt the teaching. I will not bend; I will snap and
strike back in time. Humility is sohumiliating, and I will not suffer more. Power
impotent is still preferable to power lost.
Of course, perhaps the walls do not listen to such musings, and my writing is
pointless. No matter, for tomorrow I shall wipe this clean and write anew. My verse
gets better. One must have hobbies.
Also on his body was a cloak. As soon as I picked it up, the ward stone we carried
triggered, teleporting us all back to Ulgoths Beard, where Shandalar greeted us.
You return! Excellent! He plucked the cloak from my nerveless grasp. And you
are little the worse for wear, in a relative sense. An excellent measure of your worth, I
think. You have proven yourself quite capable. I will just relieve you of that item and be
on my way.
What was that place? My head was still whirling from the pace of events, as I tried
to make sense of all that had occurred.
It is an odd place, to be sure. Teleportations are affected most drastically, in effect
trapping the occasional passing mage. Those that are there will find their way off in time.
Those that are not there anymore have found their own way off. I think you will agree
that the ones that you met were not inclined to work together and effect their own release.
An excellent judge of character in a supposedly natural phenomenon, wouldnt you say? I
must be off. Fare ye well.
If that was its purpose, it seemed poorly constructed to me. The collection of refuse
we had encountered would be almost certainly fatal to any unsuspecting traveler who was
caught, regardless of their morals. Unless, of course, someone occasionally stopped by to
clean the rats from the trap. Of course, it could be viewed that was what I had done. I
chuckled at the thought of my search for my purpose as a paladin ending by finding that I
was some cosmic vermin exterminator. Then I stopped. Viewed that way, I wondered if it
didnt make sense after all. Too bad Shandalar had already magically transported himself
away.

Baldurans Fate
I met with Mendas, giving him the charts we had secured, on which he marked the
likely position of an island that might hold clues about the last voyage of Balduran.
Optimistic about our success, he had already hired a captain willing to dare the trip.
Surprisingly, Mendas himself would not be coming. He was content to let me do the
actual exploration.
The ship set its sails against the morning light and we were off across the waves. The
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were on to truly open waters. A score or more of days passed, but the aptly named
Trackless Sea seemed to stretch before us without end. The waters were calm, though the
wind remained steady and sure.
The merchant vessel our employer had chartered was a fine ship, but her crew was
not accustomed to journeys so far off the established trade routes. The more superstitious
among them spoke of a great waterfall off the edge of Faerun, of a secret Elven nation
that scuttles all that dare come near, or even of island-size turtles that eat whole ships.
Such fancy weighed heavily on the minds of nervous sailors, and the mood aboard ship
slowly turned. Tensions began to mount, and rumors of mutiny threatened my resolve. It
was a mixed blessing that all aboard were soon given a very real danger to occupy their
thoughts.
The storm came without warning, and hit with a fury that seemed almost deliberate.
Gale force winds tossed the ship about like a cork, and it was all the crew could do to
keep her afloat. The captain insisted my companions and I board a lifeboat, to save
ourselves. This being an enemy I had no idea how to fight, I followed his suggestion.
Whether because of honest concern for his passengers, or fear our ill luck would doom
his ship, the captain had managed to save us. Somehow, we found our way to a beach.
Mornings light revealed we had reached an island. The boat we had arrived in was
damaged beyond our ability to repair. The wooden flotsam that had also washed ashore
during the night did not speak well for the safety of the captain and his crew. As we
considered what to do, a small girl had appeared over the top of a nearby dune. She
greeted us.
Hello, youyou smell funny. You swim in?
Hello, child. You are quite brave to speak with strangers washed-up on the beach.
What if we were dangerous?
Silly, you not dangerous. You are driftwood and all soggy and hurt. You are from
outside, but maybe you belong if you are nice.
Then I will try to be nice. Who lives here? You are not all by yourself, are you?
Alone? Of course not, silly. Theres mommay, poppay, my brother too. Weve got
neighbors too. The village is very nice. Its boring sometimes, but I like it.
The seas are treacherous in this area. How did you come to live here? I saw no ships
nearby.
Mommay says great-great grammay came here on a ship-home like you. Somthin
happened and they had to swim or be caught by the fishies. The ship-home is here
somewhere, I guess. Were not allowed to go there.
You do not seem alarmed to see me. How often do strangers come here?
Not very often, and they dont always want to make friends. Thats what mommay
says, but I never seen anyone that doesnt belong. Until I meet you, anyway. You still
smell funny, but you not scary. Not like the beasties.
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The beasties are scary. They sometimes look like us, but they change and get mean.
Mommay says they are nothing more than animals, but the other animals dont hate us so
much. Maybemaybe you will help us?
Perhaps, but I should meet with your people and find out what is going on first.
Yeah, you go to the village and speak to mommays friend, Kaishas. She leads
while mister chieftain is away. Dunnow where he went, but hes away and you should
speak to Kaishas. I gotta go, but maybe we will see each other later, maybe I too busy
playing. Well see. Bye-bye!
She skipped off. We paused to gather our belongings, then moved inland. We did not
have to go far to find the girls village, a cluster of huts surrounded by a stout wooden
palisade. We found the woman Kaishas the little girl had mentioned in one of the huts.
You are strangers here. You do not belong, she said when we entered, which I
thought a rather obvious statement. She continued in a somewhat more friendly manner,
Hello to you that do not belong. I greet ye, and ask your purpose to be here. We are
wary of those strange to us, and some may fear your coming. Please assure my worry you
are not here to harm.
We will not harm you. Our ship foundered and we washed ashore on your island.
Then you are as we, for our beginning was as yours. Long have we been on this
home, but not always. The mothers of our great-grandmothers were from away, but
traveled near and the depths swallowed their ship. Accursed cliffs below have sharper
teeth than we.
You were shipwrecked? How long ago? I have come looking for an ancient
shipwreck.
You have? How you know of this place? We are undisturbed for age upon age, but
you know of our wreck?
A merchant ship sailed close during a storm and spotted it. It bears the markings of
Balduran, a hero that went missing some 300 years ago. A man named Mendas hired me
to find it. His accent is not unlike yours.
Mendas? I do not know this name. I had hopedone of our kin left the home some
time ago, and I thought he might have send you. Selaad was his name, and he was our
chieftain. I know not Balduran either. He was not among our founders; he never belong
as we. The wreck I have not seen for year upon year. But know where it is I do.
Have you tried to repair it? Maybe we could use it to rescue ourselves?
Repair is not likely. It has been age upon age since landing and freedom. Our wreck
was skeleton then, and will not have endured the years as well as we. I have not been for
long time gone though.
Why have you not visited the wreck in so long?
It is not safe to go. Cursed by beasts, this island is. Our wall protects, and we fight
tooth and nail. The village is refuge, but the island is wild. There are those that do not
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Is there any other way off the island? A way around the beasts?
There is a way. We did start to build a ship-home. After all, if we can build the wall
and village, we can build the craft to leave. The first of the mothers were concerned with
survive, but now we wish to go. The beasts have caused us trouble no end though. We
could not build ship-home on this edge of island because of reef and cliffs below the sea.
The other side of the isle is calm, but the creatures live there. We have fought tooth and
nail, but we wish peace in life. Perhapsperhaps you can help? If you kill the beasts we
would be free to leave all. I trust you have charts for sea directions? If we could finish
ship-home, we could be delivered all.
I must know what beast you speak of. What must we fight?
The beasts? They evil, and kill us on sight! We have held them back, and lived as
human as we could. They are animals, and live as wolves or carrion-feeders. They
disgust, and we despise them.
That was very informative, but exactly what type of creatures are they?
Wolf-like, but not wolves. Man-like, but not men. I sorry, but I do not know what
you would call them. All we know is that they are like us, but not like us. They do not
belong.
Say no more, I shall deal with them immediately!
Wonderful! You will help us and we will help you. Together we leave this isle and
take our children to the world. You will find the gates are open to you. Please close
tightly behind, and we shall guard while you search. They have a leader, the beasts do.
Their howling calls him Karoug, but it is hard to understand for sure.
If we were ever to leave this island, we would need the help of its inhabitants.
Dealing with these creatures would greatly aid in securing their help. When we left the
hut, another woman was waiting.
Hello, good people. I am Maralee. I have heard that you will fight the wolves in the
old ship. Is it true?
Aye, we will seek them out and destroy them.
Please help me, stranger, I have no one left to turn to.
What is it, girl?
My baby, they have him! You must save him! Oh, please!
Slow down, miss, you have my attention.
It has been so hard, not knowing. Two moons ago my husband took my son out
hunting with him. They were attacked by those horrible wolf-creatures. Theythey
killed my husband and took my baby. Kaishas says that they took the baby away to eat
him but I know hes still alive. They wont go and look for him and they stop me from
leaving the village. You have to help me!
I could never turn my back on a child who is in distress. If he is still alive I will find
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Hes a beautiful little boy with dark hair like his father. He is three moons old and
his name is Peladan. They took him from my husband northeast of the village, in the
woods. Thank you friends! Please bring him back to me.
I decided to look around the village a bit before I sought out their enemies. Most of
the villagers would only exchange a few brief sentences with us, since we did not
belong. A few were more forthcoming, one of which was a man named Jorin.
Brave heroes, eh? Fools more like it.
We claim to be neither heroes nor fools. Explain yourself.
It is my job to protect the people of my clan from all dangers, including your
promise of deliverance from the man-wolves. I have fought the beasts. You and your
handful of warriors have little chance of defeating these monsters. I dont want you
running around making promises that cannot be kept.
You say that you have fought these beasts. Tell us what you know about them and
their weaknesses.
The wolves can appear to be human, but dont be fooled, they are animals at heart.
They will kill for pleasure as much as for food. The younger wolf beasts are much
weaker than their elders. They are dark brown in color with some black fur. They are
completely tactless. They will attack without thought regardless of the odds. The older
beasts are black with some silver fur. They are powerful and cunning foes. Some of them
can even cast spells. They live on the ship of our ancestors. A great black brute rules
them. He calls himself Karoug. The beasts can not be injured with normal weapons. Only
blessed or enchanted weapons will harm them. They will always change to their true
form to attack. That is all that I can help you with. I hope that you are successful.
Another villager, named Durlyle, a handsome young man, asked me to recover a
flag. He explained he was the villages historian. The flag, which possibly came down
from Baldurans time, had flown over the village for many years before it was lost to the
beasts to the north.
In a hut near the shore I talked to another man.
Intrepid explorers, are ye? Not sailors, though. Ye dont have the walk. A sea dog
like meself would know. I am Taloun, once a sailor of Amn, and now a proud member of
this clan.
You seem to have knowledge of life off of this island. Is there a tale to go with it?
We sailed to Maztica and returned, laden with spices. The ship was attacked by a
kraken and dragged beneath the waves. Those of us that survived were pulled, one by
one, into the krakens beak to be eaten. I clung to some of the ships planking and
somehow the kraken missed me. I drifted for days, eating me shoes and drinking only
rainwater. Eventually I drifted to this island. I gained membership to the clan by showing
the villagers new techniques for fishing and farming. The clan has been here since
Baldurans time ye understand. They be sorely in need of the little bit of modern
technology that I be having. It is a fantastic tale, I admit, but I swear it is true.
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I know only a bit of the story, meself. They are very tight-lipped about the details
surrounding their entrapment here. The crew stopped here to replenish supplies. They
were attacked by savage lycanthropes; wolves that could turn into men if they so desired.
In the battle, the ship was torched and the wolf beasts chased the crew to this end of the
island. The combatants fought to a standstill. The crew built this village and the wolf
beasts took over the ship. Betwixt skirmishes life went on. The female crewmembers
took husbands and started families. Things remain much the same today.
Why didnt the crew build another boat and escape their fate?
It isnt so simple, ye landlubber. Balduran and his guide Dradeel went missing in
the battle. No one knows where this isle lays, for certain. Nevertheless, an attempt has
been made. The fisherman, under my tutelage, built a small boat. Selaad Gan, our
headman and husband to Kaishas, sailed for the mainland nearly a year ago. We have not
heard from him. He is assumed to be dead. I can say no more at this time but I will offer
ye the advice that I never got. Watch yourself. Nothing on this island be as it seems. Not
these people, not the monsters and not meself. Do what you must quickly. Ye dont have
much time.
With that nebulous warning, we set out for the north side of the island. We found the
creatures the villagers had told of us of to be as vicious as described. Several times, one
would appear to us in human form, attempting to lure us into an ambush by wolves in
humanoid shape. Kivan was familiar with their type, and named the creatures wolfweres,
whose natural form was wolf-like, but who could assume the guise of a human.
We were nearing the north shore of the island, for I could hear the sound of surf
ahead, when we stumbled on a small cabin, partly inset into the earth itself. When we
tried the door it easily opened for us. Inside was a solitary elf.
Youre not figments, are you? he cried at our entry. Im not wasting any more
time talking to figments! He reached forward, touching my arm, flinching when I
proved to be real. Can it be? After so long? By Selunes Blade, I am saved!
Do I know you, sir?
Know me? I doubt it very much. How did you find me? Did the Gibbering Twelve
send you? Or was it perhaps, Golodon the Unmanned?
Excuse me? Ive never heard of the Gibbering Twelve or, for that matter, this
Unmanned fellow.
Selune! How long have I been here! I should never have joined Balduran on this
cursed voyage. Why is this happening? Who sent you, then, if not my mistress eyes?
Mendas of Waterdeep, a scholar and archeologist. We were sent to retrieve artifacts
from Baldurans ship.
I could use retrieval, I suppose, but Im hardly an artifact.
Could you tell us what happened on Baldurans final voyage?
We sailed to far Anchorome, 200 strong. We returned with half of our brethren
dead on the Golden Lands shores. But Balduran was ever the successful adventurer. He
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were forced back to the ship and expelled from their shores. The Cursed Lords power
haunts me still. Those monstrosities out there are the product of our travails in
Anchorome. Twas a bitter wind that carried us homeward and we reveled not in our
newfound wealth.
We came upon this island quite by accident and stopped to renew our dwindling
supply of fresh water. I led the landing party while Balduran set the remaining crew to
repairing the sails and fishing for fresh food. My party was hardly out of earshot of the
ship when the curse struck. He looked down at the floor. The blood still stains my
robes.
Out with it, man! What happened?
They changed, of course. It was so sudden. We were speaking about what we
intended to do when we arrived home. Galan died first, his throat torn open by one of the
changed men. I couldnt tell who killed him, of course, since they were unrecognizable in
their changed forms. I reached for the wand that I carried in my robes, but the
abominations moved too quickly. Of the ten sailors in my party, seven were lycanthropes.
We had no chance. Two of them leaped at me even while the others feasted on the bodies
of my other sailors. I cast lightning with my wand and killed one of the shape-shifters.
The other wolf hit me with great force. I was thrown back against a tree and I knew no
more.
I awoke in the dark, several hours later. At first, I believed I was dead, but when I
tried to rise, the pain in my head dispelled that myth. There was blood everywhere. So
much blood. The body of the lycanthrope I had killed lay several feet away, draped over
Galans ravaged corpse. I retched at the sight of my friend, so cruelly killed. I cast one of
the few spells I had, invisibility, wagering that if a lycanthrope caught scent of me, they
would believe that they were smelling nothing more than a corpse. I crawled painfully
back to the beach. The ship was half sunk in the surf, a huge hole in her side, as if a giant
had punched through her in a rage. There was a smoldering fire on the deck and in that
sickly light I could see the bodies of the ships crew, gutted and hung in the rigging like
so much meat. Sickened and in despair, I crawled back into the woods.
Dawn arrived and I came upon this ancient village. This hut was sunk in the sandy
soil, and I crawled inside to hide and barred the way behind me with my final spell. After
a short and fretful sleep, I managed to find where the hut had broken through into this
cave. To this point, I have survived on this freshwater stream and a peculiar sightless fish
that lives in the calm pools below. In these 500 years I have found some favor with
Selune. She has granted me a few spells and wards to better protect my precarious home.
I havent left these caves for many years as I havent the power to defend myself for long.
Mayhaps you could remedy that.
If you help us fight the lycanthropes then we will help you.
I can do little to help you against the more powerful lycanthropes. However, this
wolfsbane charm will make the younger lycanthropes wary of attacking you. In return for
this assistance, I must ask a favor of you.
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Truly, I am in your debt. The lycanthropes lair is in Baldurans ship. My spell book
lies within. With it, I am a powerful mage. Without it, I am the pauper that stands before
you. These few wards I cast are gifts of pity from Selune. I have turned to the goddess in
my fear and solitude. Perhaps my lengthy imprisonment is but a penance so that I might
become worthy of the Goddess. I digress. With my spellbook retrieved, I may be able to
discover a way off of the island. If you go to destroy the lycanthropes lair, I would ask
that you find my book.
Where might this book be found in the ship?
My spellbook is in a chest in my cabin. The cabin is next to Baldurans on the level
just below the decks. Please hurry back with it. Should you need to rest, I hope that my
humble abode will serve you well.
We exited the hut. Apparently, the wards Dradeel kept about it only repelled
lycanthropes. I wondered why in hundreds of years none of the villagers had happened on
the hut and met its occupant.
The wreck of the ship of Balduran was nearby. We entered through a gaping hole in
its side, into what was once the bilge. There were four sound decks in all, which we
cleared one by one from the bottom up, facing wolves, wolfweres and other unnamable
wolf hybrids. I was glad for the presence of Imoen and Dynaheir, since their spells
greatly aided our passage. On the top deck we found one of the creatures in human form,
who spoke to us.
Who dares to come unannounced?
Rolanna. We have come to put an end to your reign of terror over this island.
Reign of terror, outsiders? You speak to Kaishas, yes? She tell you lies about my
people. It is not truth. Karoug will tell you truth.
You have my attention. Go ahead.
They have told you that my people are evil but truth is different. They hate us
because we are not like them. They kill us on sight. They set fire to our home. You
should kill the others, we are innocent. We kill only to defend.
That story is quite different according to our knowledge. In fact, we were told that
you killed a hunter and took his child. The child that I see you holding matches the
description. How would one explain that contradiction?
The child is mine now! It is no concern of you.
The childs mother has a prior claim to the boy.
You do not kill my family and dare to question me! Die if you cannot understand.
The leaders of the clan were on this deck, and the hardest to kill. But we managed
the feat. Besides the child, Peladan, we found other treasures of interest.
We found a tome, water-stained and brittle with time, but passages were still
readable.
This is the logbook of the goode ship Wandering Eye, under the command of the
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will return once we have again seen far off shores. The men are restless, but the
promise of wealth rivaling our last voyage will keep them well in line
weather is clear and we shall make Anchorome in goodly time, of that I have no
doubt
have calmed the crew, though nervouse they will remain. I blame them not, for it
was not a pleasante encounter in the least. Bloody Elves would do well to remember
that the sea belongs to no one, save the gods that guard her. I shall avoide the
northerly passage just the same, if only to prevent another overzealouse boarding
party. Such paranoia from the fair folk
arrived in Anchorome, and I am remembered by a goodly number of people, not
all fondly
but his grace has deemed me worthy to proceed through his lands. I am quite
sure the two hundred-strong complement of the Wandering Eye aided in the
decision. Still, we were received in goode humore, and I will not request tribute
adventure it has been! Such wealth as thisonly in the deepest ruins of home.
Here it is almost for the taking, with only a measure of diplomatic discussions as
the cost
attacked, and barely made it to the ship in time. Dradeel did warn of such, but who
is to trust a worde from his mouth? I do sweare, his senses seem addled at the best of
times
the crew, but a larger share for the remaining will keep them well and truly happy.
I shall conscript replacements from the local populace this night, and we shall set our
sails at dawn
delays, but with one hundred and fifty new hands, one must expect the going to be
slow at the start. They seem quite calm and orderly, not at all as I expected
should have searched! We cast him out, but his wordseady inflamed the crew. I
know not what was worse, the shamans constantor the reaction of the crew when
he was committed to the sea. Their eyes areand resigned. I dislike a crew with no
fire in their bellies, but I do suppose it is better than a fire in the hold
weather unseasonable, and the moode does worsen. As well, beetles have beset the
foode stores, and we shall surely be hungry long before reaching the coast of home
set aground to forage. It is a small isle, but will yield what we need. Perhaps I
shallon my own while the crewtime on land will do them goode
original men seem quite shallow in the face, quite different from the pallor of the
new recruits, but all are most definitely ill
With the tome was a golden sword, which must also have come from Baldurans
time. Dynaheir examined it, informing me its enchantments were specifically directed
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We returned to Dradeel, giving him his spellbook. He grabbed it, feverishly paging
through its contents. He stopped at one page, cried out, It is done! Freedom! and
disappeared in a burst of magical energy. So much for any concern about his rescuers.
We searched his hut. Only one volume held anything of note.
The Recipes and Ruminations of One Dradeel of Tethir
Formerly
A Lovely Bun-cake Brightens Anyones Day
The recipes herein are mine own imagining, and thus ingredients are subject to
change as per my whim.
************
Belladonna Bun-cake
A simple little dish for a rainy afternoon.
Cornflour,
The eggs of a seabird,
A spoon of the Whitecap fungus,
The fruit of your choice for sweetening,
One small measure of the belladonna root.
Prepare as one would a breadloaf, though less time given to the rising.
Bake in a well stoked hearth under leaves for one turn of the hourglass.
Notes to myself: Refrain from eating this ever again. Exceptionally poisonous.
Remember the unfortunate week on the kitchen floor.
************
Dradeels Vegetable Surprise
A dish that turned out surprisingly edible. Not recommended as the primary meal
every day for 300 years. Some disorientation may result.
Place 2 cups of virgin Netherise Olive Oil and 1 large chopped onion in a large pot
Saut onions in oil over medium fire until onions begin to become clear
Add 2 chopped carrots and 2 chopped stalks of celery
Saut for an additional 3 minutes
Add 1 1/2 quarts of water and bring to a boil.
Add 2 diced and peeled potatoes, 1 cup of white wine (I find that a Myth Rhynnian
vintage is perfect), 1 bay leaf, 2 diced tomatoes, and chopped parsley to taste.
Cook, covered, over medium-smallish fire until vegetables are almost tender. Add 2
cups of chopped spinach and cook for an additional 15 minutes. Serve hot and
garnish with grated cheese.
Note: For orcish version, replace all ingredients with turnips.
************
Curative Ingredients for the Dispelling of Lycanthropy.
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Notes: Mothers topical salve is a rather large failure. Research further with the
following in mind: The creatures on this isle are unusual beyond their splitting into
two factions. Theirs is an odd curse, one that defies the traditional remedies (such as
the unfortunately dangerous muffins previous), though one is not without hope. The
exotic origin of the original stock suggest a unique enchantment, not unlike that of
the more widely know vampiric afflictions. The casual bite might be averted using
such things as the Belladonna flower, but an intentional infection could actually
require the extermination of the leader of the clan. This is merely conjecture of
course, as I have been unable to examine said leader. Despite my strange immunity,
his is a strength that could still inflict a measure of serious damage upon my physical
form. He and I have spoken on occasion, though his tolerance of me is no more
resilient than mine is of him.
Further notes to myself: Future offerings of peace to either of the wolven clans
should not take the form of muffins of any sort.
************
The Bachelors Crutch
Noodles of quality and convenience.
Ingredients:
A measure of noodles.
Boiling water
Container
Combine ingredients in container.
Enjoy. Oh yes, enjoy.
Notes to myself: Should probably be supplemented with something of nutritional
value, lest my bones become brittle as chalk. Perhaps the container?
When we returned to the village the inhabitants were pleased at our success, none
more so than the mother to whom I returned her child. I first looked up Durlyle, since I
had found what I thought was his flag aboard the wreck of Baldurans ship.
Ah, you have returned and look hopeful. His reaction was much friendlier than the
other villagers. I trust in you. Have you the cloak as I asked?
I do, but I wonder what I should request in return? Perhaps a few questions you
might answer?
You wish to listen while I speak? There are few of the village that take an interest in
history, and I delight in the telling. None are very clear, I fear. We were not concerned
with records when first we came. They areembellished, though with good intent, I am
sure. You are welcome to stand a while by meif you wish, good woman.
Nothing would please me greater. Tell me of yourself. I found his words strangely
warming, and wished to hear more.
Myself?! I am flattered, but there is little to say. I noticed he was slightly flushed.
My great-grandmother came to the shore on the ship-home, but lived not long. I was
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We kept the stories, but I say they were tainted by bad memory and superstition. We are
all pups in the larger sight. Our people are young
Young, but not without their charm, just as you are. What of your role, are you
valued here? Have you thought of leaving? The thought had come suddenly to me; why
couldnt he depart with us?
Leave? II had not thought of it, he stammered in surprise. We see so few others
that it does not concern. II dont know.
Hurts nothing to consider it. There is a lot out there to see. Places you have never
dreamed of. I kept my tone light, but I realized I wanted to spend more time with him.
But that is my point. I have never dreamed of elsewhere. I dream of home. The pack
is happy here. Enough of this, you make me think of sadness. We speak of happier things,
and of friendship new.
I felt a little hurt, but he was right. What right did I have to take him away from all
he knew? I agree. Tell me of your people here. What are they really like?
What of them would you hear? We came to this place long ago on a ship-home,
from farther west than the light sets. The explorer chartered with us and we set to the
seas. The elders speak of the great storm, though some say the storm came from within.
We that belong were to be cast aside, and fought the explorers we did. Much was lost, but
this island won. We live alone and are plagued by the beasts, but slaves to none and live
as free.
What happened to Balduran? It is his ship that supposedly wrecked here.
Balduran?! The explorer who shipped and collected, who would rather scuttle than
free. The elders did not see his fate. None wished or cared. He can live among the beast
for all that we care. We are better than they and he.
What happened on the ship that caused the wreck?
None are alive to tell. Ages have gone and the dead lay asleep. Tales are of no real
truth, only symbols. We were bound, then we freed. Others fought, but we live to grow.
Beyond that is future, and none know that.
What do you mean when you say you belong?
We belong. There is little more to it. If you were to stay, you would have to belong
as well. We are a people that lives here as one. You are an outsider, as are the beasts.
They are more obvious, but I think you are alike some ways. We have evil among our
number alike, but we are respecting.
You have a rich history, even for such a short one. I have enjoyed hearing it.
And I the telling. Perhapsperhaps I have one last task I should ask of you. Are
you willing?
If it you wish, I will make it so.
A small thing, smaller than the last. I have need of a few simple flowers, from just
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witha few other things. Would you bring me one or two? I have a special purpose for
them.
I will return as soon as possible.
I gathered the flowers for Durlyle, and returned to him.
Have you brought back those flowers I asked for, Rolanna? I eagerly await them.
Wait no longer. I have them here.
I thank you. Beautiful, are they not? They smell so strongly ofI know not what.
These will do nicely for what I had in mind. They are for you. They grow in only a few
places, as does friendshipand more. Take them from me, and this kiss as well. I
thinkwellof you. Durlyle kissed me, a chaste kiss upon my cheek, but enough to
cause my heart to flutter.
I am flattered beyond measure, I replied, the truth. No one before had looked at me
and seen someone worth romancing. I do not know what to say. Some would find
Durlyles awkward gift of flowers hopelessly nave, but I found his artless act touching.
Say nothing, and go on your way soon. I must remain here, regardless of how I
might feel. You are an outsider. You do not belong, and you would not wish to. I know
this. You must know this too.
If you wish me to go, I will. I have enjoyed speaking with you, Durlyle. Please
remember that outsiders are not all to be feared. Some can be considered rather charming,
I hope.
You are with words a charmer indeed. Perhapsanother timeno, another time
and things would be the same. Go with my thoughts, and please be well.
I was thankful the other party members did not comment on what had just passed.
Resuming the burden of duty, I reported to Kaishas Gan
Were yousuccessful? she asked. Did the beasts fall before you?
They did, and now our way is clear. We can escape as soon as you show us where
your new ship is.
Then you are truly deserving. No more thought of fight or flight, for now you will
belong as we. Hear the tale, and join our humble legion.
They did not wish to become as we are. They fought our mothers grandmothers
without thought, and would not reason. Balduran led them, and because of his leadership
many on both sides died. I do not know his fate; only that he killed many, and so the
ancestors left him to his sinking ship. He would not belong, and now we know not to ask.
You will know peace with us, because we do not wish to harm our saviors. You who
would help us to leave.
Do you see these simple people before you? They are your kin now. Look at their
smiling faces. Take their hands and know peace. We can sense within you, that the beasts
have unwittingly given you the gift, and you can belong. Our fate is now your fate, and in
time you will be as we, not as the beasts. We will shape and guide, for we are masters of
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Now you will belong. It not so bad, and you will begin to feel as we in a short time.
It may beunstable for a time. You mayhurtbut you will live, and we shall all go to
new forests and plains with your maps and our ship-home. I will hold the sea charts for
now, please you will give. We welcome you to wolfen-kind, and to family you now
belong. The beasts you have killed were animal and evil, but we are proper lycantho, and
noble in our peace.
You have infected me withlycanthropy? You are utterly evil! The hints and
innuendoes had not prepared me for this. I couldnt believe her words.
Not so. We have a gift as a race, and wish to share with many. You will see, now
that you are welcome. You who would help us to leave will belong and be welcome.
Another villager came into the hut. I say NAY, Kaishas Gan, and others with me!
Hold your tongue, Tailas. What do you speak of?
These mongrels are NOT welcome! We pure of blood from ages of the change.
These cattle not as we! We should kill those that take the bite! They will only dilute our
grace!
They would be our saviors, Tailas, and you threaten? What sense is this?
The best sense! I sense their filth, theirtheir difference! We are pure and should
stay so! None will let them live! I have told to the village their hatred, and the things that
their kind does to we! Believed me our people have! These mongrels will not leave alive,
but we shall! With ship and maps!
You would turn our own against those who would save? Fools you are! Rolanna, I
absolve you for what you must do. I must take your charts, as I can not see them damaged
in the coming conflict. Defend from what comes. I will decide later what to do about the
gift.
Kaishas Gan ran from the hut. Tailas changed shape, becoming a wolfman and
attacking. We cut him down, and exited the hut. Outside we were forced to kill several
more of the werewolf villagers.
Durlyle ran up, recognizable since he was still in human form.
Hold! I shall not harm you! You may be outsider, but that is no excuse for others to
seek your death. Follow me, for I know a way out of the village less dangerous. There are
warrens beneath the chieftains hut to the northwest. Follow and I will lead.
We followed him to another hut. I was surprised to see waiting for us Dradeel. He
hadnt abandoned us after all.
Adventurers, you must leave this place, said Dradeel. These are the spawn of the
cursed ones that murdered us so many years ago. They have broken into two factions.
The dark ones inhabit the ship and the lighter ones have built this town. These ones have
built a ship. If you hurry you may yet escape.
What else have you discovered?
This headwoman, Kaishas, had the ship built months ago. She has been waiting for
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present, she only knows that it is east. She has gone to the ship that they have built. I have
discovered a series of caves, warrens really, that the wolf monstrosities live in. There is a
hidden door in this hut. The caves will lead you to the ship. I warn you now, the way is
fraught with peril. Head east through the caves and you may find the exit. Hurry friends!
I thank you for my freedom. Would that I had the power to help you escape myself. Ah,
well, perhaps we shall meet again someday and I will repay you for your assistance. He
disappeared, transporting himself to a place of safety.
Here we must be parting. Durlyle took my hand. Despite the circumstances, it was
still enough to bring a blush to my face. Inside there is a path to a secret place. Kaishas
has not told, and none really know. I learned of it because I dared to explore and found
the ship they built. It may be ready, but without seachart they could not sail. Some say the
chieftain left on another ship, to find the way. I think we should stay; there is naught but
fight and conflict elsewhere. The secret door is in the north of the hut. You may have
seen, but it was magically closed. Now it will work, because Kaishas has gone through.
Go! I will defend you to the death, for my spirit has already passed in the face of my
compatriots intolerance. They are not the friends I thought I knew. If you are gone,
perhaps they will calm. Go now!
We entered the tunnels, following them generally east, slaying any werebeasts we
chanced upon. The tunnels ended at a path sloping upwards. We followed it, emerging on
a beach, a sheltered cove on the east side of the island. Not far away a ship lay at anchor.
We walked to the dock connecting to the ship. On board was Kaishas Gan.
You have done what must, but now I stop. She shook her head sadly. Here you
hold, and here you must die.
Why should we fight? We can still leave on your ship. Why dont we all leave
together?
Why must we fight? Cannot let you leave knowing all this. We could have existed
peacefully, but now you have fought and will never accept. Others will come to kill or
capture. Adventurers like you always come, do they not? No, I must fight, and you must
die! We may still have hope if Selaad returns, but you cannot help anymore.
She transformed from human form. When the combat was done, I carried her body
from the ship with heavy heart, depositing it on the beach, where her people might find it
and give it appropriate rites.
We had no choice but to take the ship home. We were lucky that we experienced no
major storms. A continent is easier to find than an island, but it was unbelievable fortune
that allowed us to locate the inlet of the river on which Baldurs Gate lay. We were
incapable of mooring the ship to a dock, but we managed to hail several fishing boats,
which warped us in and secured us at Ulgoths Beard.
As we left the ship a man met us.
Hirelings return. Master Selaad awaits thee.
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The master has many names on this accursed soil. Selaad is the only true one. It is
not thy concern. Imoen whispered in my ear, reminding me Selaad was the chieftain of
Kaishas Gans clan.
This tale grows thicker with each telling. I thought of her words, and those of
Dradeel. If we had been infected with lycanthropy, it was possible the death of Selaad
would heal us. Is Mendas, or Selaad, if you will, the mate of Kaishas Gan?
Selaad Gan is the chief of the true people. He awaits the return of his mate Kaishas.
Why have thee not returned with her?
It is not your place to question me. What part do you play in this?
I am Baresh. I am of the true race as thee are not. The master wishes to see his wife,
Kaishas Gan. Is she on the vessel still?
It seems that we have been deceived. Kaishas is dead and her murderous ilk died
with her. My anger had been awakened, and I spoke words of Kaishas and her fellow
villagers I did not entirely mean. I had meant to wound Baresh, though, and my arrow
flew true.
Murderous wretch! Filth! The master will eat thy marrow for this. He ran off,
entering the house where Mendas was staying.
We followed him into the house. Mendas, or Selaad, was also present. He questioned
me.
You have returned empty-handed. Is what Baresh has said true? My wife is dead?
Why did you send us? What was intended to happen on that island?
The log book was nothing! Balduran was nothing! He refused the gift that
grandfathers offered him. You were only to give sea charts to Kaishas and kill Karoug so
he could not follow. Kaishas would have brought pack here, where I have prepare place
for them. Miserable ones! You could not accomplish such simple things? Instead you kill
my family and steal the boat to save your cruel selves?
My rage impelled me to destroy him for deceiving me. However, it was possible he
had acted as best he knew how in a land strange to him. The death of his mate seemed
punishment enough to me. I would consult others, to see if we were infected, and if a cure
was possible.
We will leave now. It is just that we have prevented your cursed people from
infecting the innocent people here. You brought Kaishas death upon her by sending us
there with false pretences.
Even if I let you run, you will not get far. You infected with lycanthropy. You will
not go far before you lose control. It can only be cured by killing the chieftain of the
werewolves. I am chieftain and you have no chance. You will die here today. A bloody
reckoning is at hand! To me Baresh! My love shall be avenged! His death, and that of
his servant, closed out the tale, and any possible disease we might have carried.
Unbelievably, we had found the remnants of Baldurans last expedition, even an
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the ruins of his ship, but I liked to believe Balduran had somehow escaped, passing out of
the view of history.

Durlags Tower
We rested overnight in Ulgoths Beard. As we were eating breakfast the next day, a
resident of the village joined us as we were finishing. He had just been on a tour to
Durlags Tower, and had been so impressed he couldnt resist repeating the story to us.
The tale of that ill-fated tower is a fascinating one. Durlag Troll-killer, a great
dwarven hero, built the tower. Over a long and successful career, Durlag amassed a great
hoard of treasure. Rumors spoke of rooms full of gems and a great hall strewn with dusty
heaps of gold coins. With the aid of hired dwarves, Durlag dug many chambers and
passages in the tor and raised the lone tower above it, planning it as a seat where he could
found a dwarven community and grow old in peace, surrounded by happy, prosperous
kin.
Instead, doppelgangers, organized and aided by foul mind-flayers, slew and
impersonated Durlags companions. After the shocked dwarf discovered the first
impersonation, he was attacked by all the others and spent a terror-filled tenday
frantically fighting through his own fortress, chased by monsters who wore familiar
forms but sought his death. In the end, alone and victorious, he was powerless to stop the
fleeing illithids. Fearful theyd return, Durlag hired the finest craftfolk he could find and
began to rebuild his tower and the tor beneath as an elaborate succession of traps, magical
wards, secret passages, sliding prison chambers, and triggered weapons. For several
centuries things went on like this, as the increasingly eccentric Durlag lived on fungi and,
it is cruelly whispered, the bodies of intruders. At length he died, and presumably his
bones still lie in some inner room, guarded by thousands of deadly traps.
After having seen the first few rooms of the tower myself, I can say that it must be
as dangerous as the legends portend. It is a fascinating place to visit and I strongly
recommend that you take a tour. I must be off now. Farewell and enjoy the tour.
A woman from the village had been nervously standing near the table while he had
talked. As soon as he left, she came up, introducing herself as Therella.
I have, or perhaps I should say had, a son named Dalton. He fell in with a crew of
adventurers from Waterdeep. Dalton was always obsessed with the idea of being a hero.
Alas, he has neither the brains nor the ability. Such is a mothers lot in life however, to
watch her children perform acts of idiocy despite her warnings or concerns
My poor boy took those acts of idiocy to the extreme. He and his thickskulled
cohorts took it upon themselves to plumb the depths of Durlags Tower. They bought a
ward token from that shyster, Galkin, and made ready to leave. Though I begged and
cried, Dalton still insisted on going. The band never returned. I fear that they were
destroyed by the mad dwarfs machinations. That is the tale, sad but true.
I agreed to help her if I could. It had already been over a month since I left Baldurs
Gate. I told myself another week wouldnt matter. Besides Therella, I had also promised
a dwarf staying in town, Hurgan Stoneblade, that I would recover a dagger from the
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The kicker came when we exited the building. Ike, a tour guide, was touting a tour of
the tower.
Step right up folks and HEAR the tale of dread placed before thee. Join with me as
I, adventurer extraordinaire Ike Cascadion Vendar, lead yet another group of brave souls
through the very SEAT of danger in the Realms. To Durlags Tower we shall go, and
witness the perils that have taken the lives of hundreds of courageous men and women.
SEE the horror of the treacherous traps; FEEL the presence of the long languishing dead;
MARVEL at the wondrous wealth buried below! NOT for the weak of spirit as I will
NOT be held accountable for any heart failure during OR after our expedition! Step up,
step up! One at a TIME!
He noticed my interest, and pitched to me directly.
Ah, good people of noble blood who would throw down the gauntlet in the face of
chance! Come see the lengths a man must go to protect whats his. A special package
deal of 60 gold for your entire group, not that you would need a discount.
You have a deal sir! When are we to leave? A guided tour to a dungeon, a concept
I would never have come up with. It would be a unique way to introduce ourselves to the
structure.
That will fill my quota for this trip. We leave forthwith! Remember to kiss your
loved ones good-by, for you may neversee themAGAIN! Meet me at the base of the
tower! You would surely be KILLED without me, but fear not! Only I can enter where
others FEAR to TREAD!
I decided not to travel with Ike, instead we would go on our own, and meet him at
the tower. The term tower is something of a misnomer. Durlags work is a squat keep,
stretching upwards for four floors. Just the aboveground portion looks well able to house
more than a hundred dwarves, and all the supplies and amenities that implies. A strong
curtain wall surrounds the keep.
We were forced to fight off undead and other horrors as we approached the
stronghold. Obviously, Ike must have some magical protection, for he had no hired
guards. The resistance surprised me; I had been under the impression that Durlags Tower
was mainly picked clean. I questioned the advisability of taking tourists to so dangerous a
spot.
Tis about time you got here! Ike impatiently greeted us upon our arrival. Ill wait
no longer! The others are already inside! If you dont follow me now, you forfeit your
deposit! The tour will not be delayed for you! Now, let us get on with it.
We followed him through the main gate in the curtain wall, to where the rest of the
tour waited at the Towers entry.
See how she looms before us as we draw near. Never before and never again will
the like be seen. A monument to one mans triumphand his FOLLY!
We followed Ike and the other tourists into the tower.
The tower, and labyrinth below, were built ages ago by the dwarven hero Durlag
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enormous fortune occupied ENTIRE rooms, rumored WAIST-DEEP on a man. The


wealth he had accumulated was to be the BACKBONE of his clan, but it was ultimately
their DOWNFALL.
Wow, this place is immense, commented a tourist standing alongside me.
This Ike fellow, hes rather wordy, aint he? added a second.
I dont care what Ike says, I wanna take a look around on my own, said the first.
Meanwhile, Ike was continuing his spiel.
The stories of his opulence spread across the land, and the most unsavory of
creatures sought to make the tower theirs. All of Durlags kin and friends were replaced
by DOPPLEGANGERS, and he found himself KILLING the visage of those that he
CARED most, just to SAVE HIMSELF. Who among YOU could bear THAT?! In the
end he DROVE them from his now sullen home, and vowed that NONE would dare the
same again!
We were in a circular room that formed the center of this floor. A spiraling stone
staircase occupied the center of the room. Several small rooms opened off this central
room. Ike had walked part way around the stairs to a new part of the room.
Durlag installed magical locks on the entrances to his inner sanctum, requiring ward
tokens to pass. No doubt you have ALL been approached by unscrupulous merchants
selling genuine tokens to the tower. Indeed, I MYSELF have SEVERAL, but they are
mere souvenirs for the mantle. There are but a few AUTHENTIC tokens, and they are
rare and EXPENSIVE.
Those that passed the wards were confronted with the fruits of the paranoia that
CONSUMED Durlag. In this sitting room alone are some of the most fiendish DEVICES
OF DEATH known to man! Upon the wall a picture that, before it was RIPPED from its
frame, caused those that looked upon it to freeze in their tracks for ALL TIME! Look
with HORROR upon this hapless soul! He dramatically pointed to a skeleton standing in
front of an empty frame, although I wondered if Ike hadnt put it there himself.
This chair, he said, indicating a wooden armchair without a seat, once sat in,
would deliver an UNHOLY spike to your nether regions. IMAGINE the
EXCRUTIATING SURPRISE of the UNWARY! Durlag went to lengths heretofore
UNKNOWN to keep out intruders! Well take a small break here before moving on, good
people. Please, for your own safety, TOUCH NOTHING!
I noticed, at about the same time Ike did, a tourist entering one of the side rooms. Ike
called out, TOUCH NOTHING and NO REFUNDS! Too late, I remembered the
conversation I had overhead about ignoring the tour. A scream came from the side room.
Yeslick and I hurried over to the room, but the trap that had been triggered had killed the
hapless man.
The two remaining tourists in the group were understandably quite anxious to leave
the tower at this. Their mood was not helped by Ikes lecture, Be VERY careful about
this tower, otherwise youll end up burnt alive like the other unfortunate tourist.
I would speak with you a moment, he said to me, motioning me to the side,
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crap I feed to most people. Youve got a look in your eyes that says I dont believe in
danger, I dont know what fear means, and I will go where no sane person ever would! I
think youre just what I need. I have one of the true tokens to the dungeons below, but I
am not half the fool I once was. Tis yours for a measly 300 gold, on the condition that if
you do not succeed, you return it to me.
Why only 300 gold if it is the real thing? You said yourself that the genuine ones
are very expensive.
Tis a win/win deal for me. If you actually manage to defeat a few rooms, you get
the gold and I get a new tour attraction. If youre defeated, I get the token back, or at the
very least I have your body as a new display. I cant lose. Deal?
Tis more than fair. Ill take it sir, and give those dungeons what for!
Tis good news for both of us! Im not sure how far the token allows access, but it
should be at least as far as the third floor down. Good luck eh, and remember our deal.
Youd best go get stocked up, while I get back to my job. Whatin the name of the gods
is that!!!
An ogre-sized armored figure had appeared in the room. To my senses, the thing
radiated evil like heat from a fire. Its deep voice when it spoke sent shivers up and down
my spine.
Hello mortals, Death welcomes you. Here is now the property of I, and all others
will fall or flee. Tour is over and tower is closed! All who enter will perish; all who enter
will suffer pain. So speak I, and listen well you will. Tour is over!
It cast a fireball, then vanished. The fireball killed Ike and the two remaining tourists.
While the creature had been speaking, Imoen had motioned the other members of the
party out of the room, to the vestibule where we had entered the tower. The two tourists
had been frozen in fear, and did not follow. I had suffered the full force of the blast, but
had escaped with relatively minor injuries.
I decided to first examine the floors above us before checking out whatever lay
underground. Each floor of the tower was essentially laid out like the floor we now stood
on, a central circular room with small rooms opening off it.
On the next floor upward, we faced undead ghasts. More troublesome to our speed
was the necessity for Imoen to carefully examine everything to see if it was trapped.
The next floor up we ran into a human thief.
Not another step! he cried at our appearance. State yer name, and what ye are
doing in this place!
Rolanna will do for a name. Care to return the courtesy? Who are you?
Riggilo is what I am called, and I do not care to share this place. Many more levels
there are, and you should move on down. Trouble enough there is for both, without us
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HA! The DAY I would believe a dungeon-crawler would share his loot, is the
coldest day the nine hells will have ever seen. Wander as you will, and if I ever see a coin
from you I will be completely surprised.
On this floor, in one of the small rooms lining the periphery of the tower, we came
upon a ghost.
DurlagDurlag, my friend! the ghost spoke to me. You have returned, after age
upon age. It is I, Daital, your friend of old. I have waitedwaited long for your coming
that I might help. My friend
Speak your mind, creature. What is it you want?
I see you are as crotchety as ever to non-dwarven kin, though you yourself seem
taller than I recall. Perhaps it is me. I recall so little with clarity these daysyears. I am
here to serve as best I canto repay the debt I owe. I barely recall how I incurred it,
but repay I will.
What is it you think you oweme? What do you hope to repay?
The debt? You know the debtWhen the evil came and took the faces of your clan,
when your friends and mine became evil unmatchedyou protected and fought though it
pained. I could not harmI could not strike at the clan I called familyyou fought them
allthough it hurt you moreI was the lucky one, and was released from the nightmare
of lifethe easy way. I will repayyou should know thisyou should know! You have
changed! You are not Durlag!
Having finally realized I was not Durlag, the ghost began to cast a spell. I leaped
forward, swinging my weapon. Its magic was puissant enough to unknit the ephemeral
strands of being of the ghost, which disappeared. I had the feeling I hadnt permanently
freed it, only temporarily prevented its manifestation.
I actually found something to chuckle at when we sought out Riggilo again before
continuing upwards.
You again? What is it now? he asked suspiciously. Ive warned you once about
bothering me. Ive a good handle on some puzzles below and I dont need you disturbing
my thinking.
Actually, I just wanted to share the wealth a bit. Heres a little of what Ive found so
far. Fifty gold for your trouble.
What is this, a trick? Youre trying to butter me up, and put me off my guard! You
keep your gold and leave me to my work. Fifty gold. Bah! I picked more than that out o
Durlags gutters! Fifty gold indeed!
On the floor above we met a beautiful woman. I was leading the party down a
narrow passage when we saw one another. At sight of me she hissed in frustration.
A female? After all this time, and I am found by a female? Leave me, I cannot
afford to waste my charms on you. Still, if you find you want to help a fellow vixen
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What manner of creature are you? This place has not been disturbed in hundreds of
years. I trust you not! I had a distinct impression of evil from her.
Time is of little real consequence to my kind. More important is that you mortals
obey and behave! Such indignity that I have been trapped here since that fool Durlag
disappeared, and now I have to deal with your rejection as well?! Durlag may have taken
my wings and cursed me to remain here, but Ive still a few powers his traps couldnt
strip! If I cannot leave, neither will you!
Do your worst! I will see you dead!
I shall repaint the walls with your blood! A little re-decorating will make the next
hundred years a little more bearable! However, she was the one whose blood soon
stained the floor.
Above us was only the top of the tower, open to the elements. To our great surprise,
we found several greater basilisks waiting for us. It was a scramble, Imoen and Dynaheir
casting balls of fire, while I ran forward to chop at them with my blade. Kivan shot
arrows, aiming for their eyes, while Minsc tried to force his way forward from the rear of
the party so he could add the weight of his two-hander.
Dynaheir! Nooooo! You will be avenged! Minsc yelled out from behind me. After
we had dispatched the creatures, I learned Dynaheir had been stoned by a single glance
from one of the beasts. I still had some of the stone to flesh scrolls I had procured what
was now months ago in Beregost, and Dynaheir was soon again among the living.
By The Three, I do not feel well inside, said Dynaheir when freed from her
petrified condition. When Minsc fussed over her, she tried to make light of it, saying,
Stand easy Minsc, thy needs not be so motherly. Must thou keep that rodent so close?
Tis surely unclean.
We decided to rest for a while before continuing. Having come as high as we could,
it was time to go down. On the way, I verified that the main door to the tower was tightly
shut. There would be no exit that way. I did not even consider other, more risky, options,
such as trying to lower ourselves by rope from the top of the tower. The demon knight
needed to be destroyed. Whatever its plans, I thought it would not be long before the
people in the surrounding area began to suffer.
Going downwards, the steps ended in another circular room below ground. A
wounded warrior greeted us from where he rested against the wall.
*COUGH* Whowho are you? Ah, a wanderer not unlike meself. Best you turn
and walk on, friend; this place does not accept visitors with grace. Better you are alive
and leaving, like me.
Who might you be? I did not expect to see others here.
You should expect to see many more things that you did not expect. Heheh
owwdont make me laugh. Ive a dart in me gullet doing some nasty things. My name
is Bayard, and me friends and I came here just as you did. It looks a rewarding place, but
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I will fare better, I am sure. I have a keen eye for traps and the like, and Ive fought
many a dastardly creature in the past.
If you live long enough to fight the creatures that call this place home count
yourself lucky. The very walls within will conspire to keep you at bay. Mere traps test
only your dexterity, but this place is more than a simple doorknocker. Durlag was a sick,
sick man, and I tell you that he meant to kill those that entered, not just hinder. Sure there
be traps, triggered by wire or step or sound, but there are TESTS as well, tests he made to
find friend or foe. You will need more than your agile fingers to escape what comes.
Some traps give no second chance. Attention must be paid, or death will easily take you.
You seem quite certain this place is dangerous. What makes you so sure, and why
have you abandoned your friends to it?
I have not abandoned my friends. Young they may be, but they are old enough to
make up their own minds. I will not baby-sit anyone who can take up the sword to defend
themselves. I say the risk, and if they wish to continue it is their own fate they decide.
Me, I be thinking that it is better to live. This place is death. It is in the air, and it gets in
your clothes. My friends, they say by the gods, what is that stench? And I tell them; its
the stink of death, citizens.
One of your friends; they did not happen to be named Dalton, did they?
You know the lad, or did his mother send you to check on him? She is a worrisome
little parent, isnt she? Perhaps rightly so, I worried about the boy too. He does not take
much of this seriously, and when he realizes what he has been through it may be a rude
awakening, to be sure. He is with my fellows, deeper than I wished to go. You may find
them if you search, but I think the way they went has been blocked. There be so many
passages it seems Durlag felt he could afford to collapse a few behind the unwary.
This place is not a ruin, it is not open to the ages; this place was designed to keep
people outor kill them. Even the simplest of doors seems locked with ward stones. If
you enter here you had best be prepared to succeed or die. Ah, you have inspired a lecture
from me, but your life is yours to do with what you will. I must go. Good luck to you, I
do wish you well.
We found a secret door in one wall. Using our wardstone, we entered, finding
ourselves in a stone hall.
Tis something most unnatural here and I want no part of it, Imoen commented as
she glanced around. As we explored this level, I came to agree with her.
We faced phase spiders, what Dynaheir identified as greater doppelgangers, and
ghouls. Most unusual were four warders that surrounded a sealed portal in the floor,
which must lead deeper into the dungeon. They each posed a riddle, which we could only
answer by investigating the rooms surrounding the hall.
The first warder intoned:
I am the warriors curse
I steal his future
I mar his past
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He becomes a slave
Of glittering things
Yet I hunger - Feed me that which glitters beyond all else.
When we completed its riddle, it said, I am AVARICE. I will bring doom upon you
in this cursed place.
The second warder:
I am the warriors bane
I live in the darkness of his soul
I bring him to his knees,
Trembling and weeping
Unable to lift a hand in his own defense
Yet I sleep - Awaken Me
The completed riddle, I am FEAR. I will destroy you in this cursed place.
The third warder:
I am the warriors fate
I raise him above his brethren
I amplify his deeds
He becomes scornful, where once he had respect
He becomes a giant, where once he was a man
Yet I lack the proper honor - Raise me up in glory
Through the chronicles of my deeds, pride shall be honored
Through the passing of knowledge, my sword shall display its glory
Then you shall know that I am well pleased
The completed riddle, I am PRIDE. I am the curse of this place.
The fourth warder:
I am the warriors madness
I curse him with trust and respect
I slow the blade in its course
By stealing his passion for blood
And offering a softer emotion in return
Yet I thirst for more - Give me the sweet crimson drink of laughter and passion.
The completed riddle, You are worthy to pass through this portal, though I yet
guard the key with my life. I am LOVE. I must be murdered in this cursed place.
When we answered the last riddle, the warders attacked us. After we defeated them,
we found a wardstone left behind that opened the closed portal. Martial prowess was as
important as mental agility to solve the puzzles placed before us.
We had also found an informative written fragment on this level, It came to pass
that the hero Durlag and his man-at-arms, Arlo Stoneblade, ventured into the bowels of
the Great Rift. They fought the hideous tanarri AecLetec and with a single blow of his
axe, Durlag slew the demons body and entrapped its soul in an enchanted dagger. This
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The next floor down we had to relive scenes from the fall of the tower. Outside an
arms practice room was a book, containing only a few sentences.
Soft walks the traitrous doppelganger
Into my dear sons practice chamber.
Too young to fight, except to fall,
Here died my son, young Fuernebol.
Inside, the form of Durlag appeared to us, possibly repeating the actual last words
Fuernebol had heard.
Ah, Fuernebol, my son. Trade your bow for a lute and play something mournful for
your father, will ye?
Why do ye hesitate, my child? Tis your fathers face beneath this beard.
Augh! Fire upon your very father, would ye, dwarfling? Thsss, dont make me
laugh!
Durlag changed form to that of a doppelganger, which we then destroyed.
A second book was outside a bedchamber.
Islanne, my wife, I love you still.
Twas just your form they made me kill.
Foul mimic of the mortal man,
Twas in my shape they killed Islanne.
Again, a doppelganger in Durlags form appeared when we entered the room.
Mmm, Islanne. Your hair is down, my love
The torches gutter and darkness falls. Tis time we slept, my sweetling
Islanne, my love, my love, my love, my thsss, my thssssss
We finally entered a long hall, with a throne at one end. The expected book was here
as well.
Oh Kiel, Clan-prince of this dark tower,
You made your death your finest hour.
Moved neer by rage and neer by anger,
Cold is the traitrous doppelganger.
The form of Durlag again appeared.
Kiel, my first-born, why so stern all the time? Come down from that throne and
revel with your family for a spell.
You and I have built ourselves a fortress here, son. The treasure lies safe and the
Clan grows strong, so let down your guard a moment, fool
Thsss, Dwarfmeat, if you wish to fight then let us fight and be done with ye!
The only difference this time was three doppelgangers had appeared, in the forms of
Islanne and Fuernebol as well as Durlag. We had to face more traps before we found the
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There was plainly something happening beyond the traps Durlag had created in his
madness. It was almost as if the tower itself had developed sentience, and all adventurers
were forced to face the same scenes. I tried not to ponder the implication for us, that as
far as I knew no reports of what we had witnessed had reached the surface.
More tests awaited us on the next level down. Most fascinating was a large natural
chamber containing the bones of a colossal dragon, arcing overhead forming a second
roof above us. As we entered, a skeleton addressed the party.
Greetings adventurers. So many of you have come down to loot the ancient
basements of Durlag, yet none ever return. Adventurers are not known for their wisdom,
otherwise theyd have chosen a safer profession. Take the five people that stand behind
me, forever frozen in stone. Each one of these foolish men and women came to find
Durlags treasure. Now they stand vigil over Durlags bestiary. Most of the other
creatures have long disintegrated to dust, but the great wyrm known as Mechezarin still
hangs in its original repose of death. Breathtaking, isnt he?
If you travel further into the room you will find the only living creatures that remain
within the bestiary. These winged beasts have lived for centuries, augmented by ancient
and powerful magics. None so far have been able to defeat them. However, if you wish to
defeat the terrible beasts, there is help available to you. Each of the statues behind me
houses the cursed body of some poor hero. By depressing the button at the base of each
statue, you will release the ancient hero. The hero is enspelled to serve you for a short
time, but after that time has run out hell take his revenge on he who dared command
him. Theres nothing more for me to say. Goodbye now.
We hurried to activate all the statues. Our temporary companions crowded around,
human, dwarf, ogre, even a sirine.
I am Moorlock. All that you need to know about me is that my skill as a warrior is
unparalleled. Show me what monsters I might vanquish.
Im Tarnor. Lets not waste any time with introductions, just show me what needs
killin and Ill get to work on them with my axe.
I am Bullrush of the clan Blackmane. There is nothing that can escape the sting of
my arrows. Show me your enemies so that I may kill them and drink their blood.
Me Hack! Me crush enemies! Show Hack enemies to turn into mush!
Greetings manling. I am Meiala, sirine warrior and enchanter. I have no peer among
my people, and I will smite any enemy that we might come across.
I ruthlessly ordered them into the forefront of battle when we faced the three greater
wyverns. I did not know how to permanently free them from their bondage, but since
they must be defeated anyway, better they fell in battle than under our swords.
Our final challenge on this level was a game of chess, with ourselves as living pieces
on the board. I have heard that this game exists on many planes, sometimes known under
another name, or with slightly variant rules. Once we had won the game, aided by the
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We entered a hallway. Nearby was the form of Durlag Trollkiller, appearing this
time as a ghostly figure rather than a doppelganger. We cautiously approached the form;
as soon as we got close, it began to speak.
You have come quite farnot many live to speakless live to leaveyou are far
from done. I hold surprises yetseek direction in this placewhen you understand the
pathwhen you understand the courseyou will be able to go on. You must be
worthy to face what comesthere is evil here not built withinyou must expel the new
invaders.
Who are you? Are you Durlag himself?
Am IDurlag? You have cause to wonderyou have seen traps and illusions and
phantomsbut the spirit of Durlag has long since passedto whatever fate the dark veil
holds. This placethis place is his fearhis angerhis torment. You wish to conquer
this place? You will have to understand what created itremember well what you have
already seenor leave now and live life long and naturalthree paths lead awayall
must be taken.
In another room, we encountered the ethereal form of Durlags wife Islanne.
You have come far and seen muchbut not all would stayleaving is what I
offer. Aggravate the spirit no moreleave this place and the madness it keepsthe
world above is yoursthe depths belong to the dead that will not let go.
Thanks just the same, but I will stay.
The light callsyou do not goyou are as stubborn as my Durlag. I will send
when you wishwould that I could send the weight from his shoulders thus.
We had to face more tests, more challenges. In a hidden cave complex we found a
horrid undead creature. When we entered the chamber where it hid, it called out to us.
Come you have to this cursed place? Fools you are, and doomed as well. Welcome
to the damned. You will stay here, yes you will. I guard the withered corpse of that fool
Durlag, because there is little else to do!
Surprised that one of the myriad undead we had to fight in these dungeons would
speak to us, I mumbled a reply, asking what we could do to help.
Your goodness will not help me, or any of my kind. All in this place are beyond the
help of mortals. I am Grael, and I like you I was. I fought the evil that dared to walk the
earth, and this was the reward for me.
Poor creature, I said to myself, but Grael heard.
Poor creature? Poor creature?! Words of sympathy I not need! This place is an
eternal tomb for the victims of battle long forgotten, and you offer pity?! Even untwisted
I would laugh, but now I even hate! You who walk here just as I did; you will fall as I did
from an enemy just as unthinkable! The difference is that Durlag will not be there to take
the credit of victory! We fought the demon also! We fought also!! Legend speaks of him,
not of undead also-foughts!
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An evil so grand only fools chase and fight. A Tanarri true and horrible. Its name
you do not speak unless its attention you wish to bring. Long before it walked and
stalked, long before even the fall of the tower. We fought along with Durlag to encase the
evil away. His was the blow that won, and ours were the souls that lost. Here we stay,
turned to evil and unredeemable, but heroes still and not to be killed! A cruel charity!
Durlag is legend and we are a pity! Beware the gaze that is not a gaze, but a look into
your soul!
I wish I could help you and restore your hope. Is there nothing I can do before I
go?
Is there anything? You can do nothing! You can do nothing exceptyou can take
my name from this place. You can take the memory of battle and my name and I will be
free from the shadow of Durlag and that damnable demon. Fight now, that you can say
true that we battle ferocious! You will take the memory from here!
This shadow of Grael fought with skill; if this was but a fraction of his ability, in life
he must have been powerful indeed. It took the combined efforts of Minsc and me,
attacking from opposite sides, as well as the prayers of Yeslick, the arrows of Kivan, and
the magic of Imoen and Dynaheir to bring him down. I swore I would fulfill his last
request, that his name not be forgotten from the world.
As we solved the puzzles here, three times we were transported to a chamber
containing four statues. Three of the statues merely spoke phrases when touched.
We were hired after the battles were done, said the statue in the form of a human
workman. Durlag called upon us to make his visions true. We did our best, but his
visions grew darker and soon we could not see. We waded through his fallen, and we
waded through his gold. Near the end, we feared for our lives, though not as much as he
did. I was never truly sure whether he wished to keep the intruders out, or himself in.
Both, Ill wager. We were hired after the battles were done, and we did our best.
This is not my face, declared a statue, a dwarf whose form was blurred. The
invaders came and took my true face, burying it with my body and my comrades. I was
among the last, but not the very last, and I saw the horror to come. My child rose against
me, though it was no longer my child. It wore her face, but I knew her to be dead. The
doppelgangers came from within, and we could not fight ourselves. Better to die than to
kill ourselves. What would be left of a man that has had to kill his familyand himself? I
was among the last, but not the very last.
It began with usssssand the mastersss, intoned a stone doppelganger. The
tentacled ones directed and we assssaulted quietly with cover of night. We took of the
weaker firssst, hiding amidsst the childrrren. None sssaw the arrival, none noticed the
insssurrgence, and none sssurvived the final rissse. When Durlag realizzzed the deception
it was tooo late! His own family sssought his life, and he ssslaughtered their falssse
facessss. It began with usss, from the wessst.
The last statue asked a question to test our learning in this place, a single question to
escape from this room, three questions asked for the three times we visited. With the help
of the others, especially Imoens excellent memory, I was able to supply the correct
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My father roamed as I, and saw much of the world in his time, was the first. Well
respected he was, but he had no home. At his end, he died in some far away land, with no
dwarven kin by his side. I would not allow such to happen to me. I would not follow his
steps that far. I would not be Durlag the clanless. This was my fear. Trace the path of this
fear, and show me you have learned.
It began with you and your need for a home, I answered. It grew with your clan,
as you feared losing them. It manifested in the invaders that came, but you feared their
coming already. It became your home, where it keeps you safe.
With me it ended, was the second. Speak now of my troubles, to show you have
learnt. From where did my pain come? Where did my pain stab home? Where did my
pain take root? Where dost my pain reside? Speak and show that you understand.
From the west it came, and then the south. The east held it next, and now it rests in
the north.
This is the end of things, was the third. Here I stood and struck them down as
they came. My family and my clan, with their false faces; they dropped all pretense and
drew their weapons against me. I fought them to the last, killing the shapechangers that
had taken their forms. I cursed them for destroying the dream, but they were not the real
evil. The real evil could not save my people before this deception. The real evil hid from
life in the face of this tragedy. The real evil deserves the blame. This is the end of things.
Answer where blame has fallen.
The blame begins with the invaders, but they attacked with supposed good reason.
It could be on your people, but they were in the shelter of your confidence. The craftsmen
only did their jobs as directed. In your eyes, you are the one to blame for all that has
happened.
You have understood. You may yet survive what I could not.
After this last answer, having passed all the tests, we returned to the shade of Durlag.
You will survive this placeyou understand what built the hatethe fear. Now
you must prevent it becoming worsea creature belowpowerful beyond all. You
must removeor it shall make this place its ownsuch a fortressimpenetrable if
remade in his image.
If there is evil to be fought, I will defeat it.
There is always evil to be foughtwithin and without. Do as you willthe way
is clearfollow me.
We followed, to where it opened a secret door. Revealed was a room, with a stair
leading upwards in one corner. As we entered, a single female warrior called out to us.
Stop where you are! Ive a bow trained on your neck and youll not live to reach
me!
Calm down, I am not your enemy. Who are you?
Who am I? I am an idiot that thought I could assault this tower like it was some
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intend to stay. My fellows went forward but a short ways, while I rested here after a blow
to the head. Dead, they are, and we will follow. My name is Clair DeLain, and I should
be dead.
You must not give up hope. We yet live, and that means all is not lost.
Hope? I lost hope when I heard their screams, and knew that I could not help. I
cannot even attempt the creature that is to come. Have you not seen? Or heard? The worst
is that it did not even bother to lift a finger itself. They fought themselves, or monsters
shaped as such. I suppose it was fitting, given the history of this place. Dont speak to me
of hope. My friends are dead.
What happened to those that were with you?
We were neither weak, nor cowardly. Inexperience and stupidity brought us down.
They went ahead while I rested only a moment, and I heard their deaths. I heardI
should not have brought such youth to this place. They were willing, but could not
understand the danger. We can disarm traps and kill simple monsters, but true evil. I
should not have brought them.
I declared simply that I must face what was ahead.
You have no idea what is ahead, do you? It is a Demonknight! A Demonknight!!
Such a thing is as rare as it is evil! Alone it could destroy all of you, but thats only if it
decides you are worthy of the effort. My friends went ahead and challenged it like it was
some shambling skeleton, and it LAUGHED at them! It didnt even bother to lift its
sword!
I will approach cautiously, but I cannot back down now.
It will not matter. You still have no idea what you are going to faceno idea.
Then tell me straight: what happened to your friends.
They entered and challenged it, and it stared and did nothing. For a moment, they
didnt know what to do, and then it made a simple gesture with its hand, and all the hells
broke loose. It created doubles of them all, and laughed as they literally killed
themselves. I heard Dalton screaming loudest. I think he actually killed his double, but
couldnt handle the fact that he had to. He was the youngest. They didnt know, and
they missed the one shot they may have had.
And what is this one shot of which you speak? You have already said that you
think the creature cannot be beaten.
Ive had some time to think about it. I couldnt go forward and I couldnt go back
the way we came. That thing in there might even know Im out here. I doubt it cares, but
something it said made me think. The Mirror of Opposition it used must be very
powerfulmaybe its powerful enough to do the same thing to the Demonknight itself.
The legends Ive heard is that they have some resistances, but who knows with magic?
The rules are not always carved in stone.
From her description I thought it likely Claire had actually been with them, probably
guarding the doorway while the others charged forward to face the creature. I did not
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foreknowledge of what was to come. After resting, and casting preparatory spells, we
moved onward.
The room we entered was circular. A narrow walkway clung to the walls of the
chamber. Four equally spaced stairs led from it to the main floor below. The
demonknight stood at the center of the room. As per our prearranged plan, magically
hasted, I ran directly towards the demon. The others grouped themselves near the
entrance.
Spider says to fly, the demon cried at our appearance, The parlor welcomes.
You have come to die, and I know best.
I have come to put an end to your evil, I answered, with my speed having come
within swords reach of the creature while it spoke.
Of course you have. You have come to fight for right, and think it gives you
strength. You shall be brave martyr, IF they find your corpse. More likely none will know
you died here, and you name will be forgotten. You are nothing in my sight, just as the
whelps behind. You have served your purpose, and now will die.
Served my purpose? I have done nothing for you! I quickly looked around. A
cloth-covered frame next to the demon must be the described mirror.
You have done just what I wished. I need a base that is fortified and secure, and I
also do not wish my hirelings to die with every step. I bait some foolish adventurers in
and they make the floors safe. They come this far and die, and I do not need to sully my
hands removing traps. I need not dirty hands at all. Foolish flesh kills itself with my
Mirror of Opposition. Durlag has built me a fine home, and you have been excellent maid
service. It is the duty of the flesh to toil and then be laid to rest. Perhaps you will forsake
the flesh and return, but I doubt you to be that privileged.
Turn your blasted mirror on me then! Hide behind your magic for now, but I will be
coming for you next!
A mere toy. There is value in the suffering it causes, but you will not have its gift. It
is cracked and malfunctions, though it still does a measure of what is intended. I will
repair it and await more adventurers who wish to test their resolve. You will have the
honor of dying by my very hand, as reward for your unintentional service. You have
descended deep and found naught but doom. Such a waste.
Here you will fall! yelled the demon, reaching for me. But, thanks to my magical
speed, I was quicker. I scooted behind the frame, grabbing the cloth to remove it. I
pushed my shoulder against one side of the mirror, turning it towards the demon, then
pulled the cloth off. I then kicked the back of it as hard as I could. I was rewarded by the
sound of breaking glass.
You foolish mortal! screamed the demonknight in rage. You have exposed us all
to the mirrors tainted effects! It is cracked and malfunctions! I will see you long-
suffering before your death!
The mirror had created an image of the demonknight, which immediately attacked its
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humanoids that exactly mirrored no one in the room, but which were perhaps amalgams
of every image ever reflected in the mirror.
Make way evil! Im armed to the teeth and packing a hamster! I heard Minsc yell
from near the door. Seeing that the demonknight was busy with its double, I moved to
help the party fight off the mirror fiends. Yeslicks casting of dispel magic over them
removed the blurriness from their forms, making them much easier to hit. By the time we
had destroyed the last of them, the demonknight had defeated its double, but was so
weakened we easily destroyed it. On the body was a dagger. This must be Soultaker.
Now knowing something of its history, I carefully wrapped it in a cloth, putting it into my
pack.
In the rear of the chamber, we found Dalton, freed by the death of the demonknight
from whatever enchantment had enthralled him
Who?! No! he cried in fear when his senses came back to him. Stay back! Stay
away!
Your name? Is it Dalton? Your mother sent us to find you. Your mother Therella.
Mysheshe sent you? Oh thank the gods and all thats good! I just wannaI
just wanna go home.
Then get moving! The way is clear behind us. Stay calm and youll get out just
fine.
Gotta gogotta go NOW!! AAAAHHHHHH!!!
Dynaheir broke into a rare smile at the rescue of Dalton. She formally clasped my
right forearm with her hand, saying, Thou art right indeed. After my own heart.
We left the chamber. Clair DeLain stared at us in amazement.
Youyou made it! Dalton ran out faster than Ive ever seen him move. Did anyone
elseno, they are dead, arent they? At least Daltons mother will sleep well tonight. I
doubt hell be going on any more adventures anytime soon. Neither will I, for that matter.
At least you stopped the demonknight, thoughthough it worries me. I have heard that
such creatures serve powerful beings even more evil than they, if such a thing is possible.
II should go.
We returned to the shade of Islanne.
There is a presence hereno longer. You have killed what could not beanother
intruder that came to takegone as they should be. Would that the sorrow was lifted
as wellhe is stubborn, my Durlagthis place will wax and wane in timeregret will
not last forever. You can leave when you wish, I will send you.
Yes, I need spend no more time here. Send me to the surface.
Back to the sky and the light with you. Here will stay the ghost of failuremy
strong, stubborn Durlag. Let the ages take the weight awayas swiftly as I send these
children
The demonknight had spoken of our clearing the traps from the tower for its
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couldnt defeat, and reduced the severity of its traps and tests, so that a powerful party
could survive and be able to face what it couldnt handle. If so, future adventurers, avoid
Durlags Tower.

AecLetec
On the way back to the village of Ulgoths Beard we stopped in Beregost. Little had
changed, although we met officer Vai packing up to leave. She had a few words for us.
Thank you, Rolanna. Your efforts have not been in vain. I just received new orders
from the city: my contingent and I have been asked to return there and make our reports.
You will figure prominently in them and I assure you that our accounts will be
favorable.
When we entered Ulgoths Beard, several robed figures stopped us. The lead one
held up his hand.
Heathen! You are those that have retrieved the dagger Soultaker from Durlags
tower. You must give me the dagger now.
We will never give you the dagger!
It will be mine!
They attacked. A couple of invisible assassins struck the flank of the party, one
nearly killing Dynaheir. At the end of the combat, after we had killed all our opponents, I
realized the dagger Soultaker was gone from my pack. Another invisible figure must have
lifted it in the confusion. They must have used magical scrying to detect its location.
I sought out Hurgan Stoneblade, who was still staying in town. I explained what had
happened.
It is as I feared. Listen to me, we havent much time. The ones who stole the dagger
from you are the same that released the demon that killed me granda. Me granda was
killed by a tanarri, a nabassu to be precise. The one who stole it from you is a member of
a cult that worships this beast as a god. Many centuries ago, when me granda adventured
with Durlag, they fell foul of the tanarri, which had been released on our plane by the
cult. Durlag and me granda defeated the tanarri, though granda was mortally wounded,
and they entrapped the demons essence in a dagger. Me da later found a way to destroy
the dagger and the beast within, but tragedy befell Durlag before he could send the
dagger to me clan.
Ye must find the cult. Ye must retrieve the dagger that I might destroy the beast. If
the cult manages to free the demon then it must be killed before it visits destruction upon
our land. Go and get the dagger. Quickly!
It such a small village it was not difficult to determine which building the cult had
made into their own. It had been a shop; when we approached, half a dozen cult members
stood outside the door. We had to kill them to force entry. Inside, the shop looked much
as it must have before the cult bought it. Here, we killed more cult members. We raced
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Cult members were grouped in a circle about a pattern painted on the floor. Nearest
us, a woman turned to face our direction. She held Soultaker above her in two hands, a
wicked smile on her face. She cried out, Welcome to the awakening! Your souls shall
feed the beast that comes.
You have come, she said more calmly, cradling Soultaker to her bosom. I
suppose it was inevitable. You weathered Durlags Tower, so breaching our meager
defenses would be a minor feat. It is of little concern. In a matter of seconds creatures
such as you will be powerless before us.
By all that is right and holy, you will not succeed! I cried, running forward.
By all that is loud and windy, will you please shut up! You can pose all you wish,
but you have failed! Here will come the new lord, despite your slogans! Here will come
the new lord, despite your puny weapons! Here will come the new lord, AecLetec! Born
of the nine hells, let he who was imprisoned walk the prime! The dagger is broken! I
release you!
Her tiny hands snapped the dagger in two. She yelled in ecstasy, A new age comes!
Bow before the new lord! I reached her, cutting her down with a blow of my sword, but
it was too late. A demon formed in the center of the circle, a man and a half high creature
of destruction.
I turned to face it. It had tremendous power. Even blows I blocked with my shield
numbed my arm. My return strikes, even with the full force of my arm behind them,
caused only minor wounds. Worse was the things gaze. Every time it fell upon me I felt
a little of my vitality being leeched away. Yeslick was behind me, healing my wounds as
best he could, but he was slowly falling behind. I switched to fighting defensively long
enough to call upon the protection from evil my inherent powers granted me. Bolstered, I
began to gain the upper hand against the tanarri.
I had almost destroyed it when suddenly all of its wounds healed. Simultaneously,
one of the cultists died; some link had been established that allowed the devil to draw on
the lifeforce of its followers for healing. Dynaheir must have realized this, for she called
out to the others to kill the cultists, who they had been largely ignoring.
This was swiftly done, and they were free to concentrate again on my opponent. This
time when it faltered, it had nothing to fall back on. With a final thrust, I buried my
sword in its breast, banishing it from this plane.
We returned to Hurgan Stoneblade.
Is the deed done? he asked.
The Tanarri is dead. We need no reward for the task, as it was something that
needed to be done.
I have misjudged the cults power. I never believed them capable of freeing the
tanarri. Ye have destroyed it for now. Eventually it will be able to return to this plane.
Rest easy my friends. Ye did all that ye could do. Ye saved the Sword Coast from a
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I did have the pleasure of informing Therella that her son Dalton had been saved. I
later heard that soon after returning home Dalton had signed on with another adventuring
band, the young idiot.
We rested overnight in the village. It was time to return to Baldurs Gate.

Investigations
As soon as we entered Baldurs Gate I received my first hint of trouble. A man
stopped me in the street.
Ah, Elminster told me youd pass by this way soon enough. Looking into the Iron
Throne, are we?
Elminster?
Tedious old fellow, isnt he? I suppose I would be, too, if I lived to see as many
centuries as he has. But enough talk of the good, Rolanna. I have come to tell of the
dark -- You have a very special heritage, child, one that graces you with more enemies
than friends, I fear. This city holds many secrets and dangers and, as you have rightly
come to suspect, the Iron Throne lies somehow at the core of it all. Your investigations
will not go unnoticed nor, like as not, unpunished. I urge you to curry the favor of Scar
and Duke Eltan, both of the Flaming Fist, as they are good men at heart and capable of
providing you with some guidance and protection in this urban vast. But I tarry here
too long. It is best we not be seen together.
I hurried to the Elfsong inn, to seek out Jaheira. She told me the city was rapidly
approaching a crisis. Both the Seven Suns and Merchant League, commercial rivals of
the Iron Throne, had been strangely supine. They should have been taking every
advantage of the blows we had dealt their rival; instead, they were quiet. Worse, the
question of war with Amn was to be brought before the Dukes Council for
consideration. Jaheira thought it had no chance of passage, but a month back she would
have said there was no way it could have even have come forward as a question.
Unconsciously echoing the suggestion I had heard entering the city, she suggested I
talk to Scar. She also had reports of Iron Throne activity in a building near the harbor. I
decided to check out these reports first. I would take Imoen, Kivan and Yeslick with me.
I also asked Jaheira and Khalid to accompany us. I knew Jaheira had a keen interest in
seeing the Iron Thrones plans defeated, and I thought it time she played a more direct
role.
The building was a trap. Ogre mages awaited us inside. Before they attacked, one
called out, Little pink ones, you shall all die. The son of Murder offers 10000 gold for
the head of Rolanna, and we shall have it.
Our opponents were not difficult to defeat. I was more worried by their employer,
the son of murder. The title itself was too cryptic to tell me much, but the mere fact of
the attack proved Gorions assassin had not fled, but instead was still around, and still
seeking my death.
Scar, commander under Duke Eltan of the Flaming Fist, had suggested I investigate
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resurgence of the plans of the Iron Throne I needed all the support from the authorities I
could get, which doing this task would advance. In addition, it was likely that I would
find clues at the Seven Suns, since they hadnt done anything to counter their mercantile
rival, the Iron Throne.
When we entered the Seven Suns, I engaged a merchant who had just been leaving in
conversation. I insisted I needed to talk to the head of the organization, while he insisted
that would be impossible. He was pale and sweating, which made me wonder if he didnt
suspect my purpose. That was not the case, as I found when he decided to warn me.
Listen here. There have been some strange things happening about the Seven Suns,
but Id rather not talk about it. Everybody I know has been acting really strange as of late.
Ive seen some of the other merchants change faces when they thought I wasnt looking.
Yesyou heard me right, they changed faces! Some sort of shapeshifters have infiltrated
the Seven Suns. If I were you, Id get out of here while theres still time, thats what Im
planning to do. With that, he hurried out the door.
Two other merchants were in the room we had entered. I moved over to talk to them.
So you have come to visit the Seven Suns, have you? asked one. Yes, Ive got
your face now but not your name
We are the party of Rolanna, though I dont know why it might interest you.
Yes, indeed, howinteresting. And what of these people about you? Do they know
you well?
Intuition told me not to answer truthfully, but to dissemble. To tell you true, we are
but strangers traveling together this brief while out of mere convenience.
Ah, I have dreamed of loners such as yourself and each time woken with a groaning
belly.
Pray tell me what about my lowly person could make a merchant and his many
purses dream?
Come, my brother. It seems that a feast has been set before us. Let us eat before it
cools.
They transformed into the natural form of doppelgangers. Having encountered many
of their kind in Durlags Tower, I did not experience the stunned surprise they no doubt
had been counting on. We easily killed them. Upstairs, we killed two more of the
creatures. Finally, we walked down to the basement, killing another doppelganger. Also
in the basement we found a human in a cell, suffering from the aftereffects of torture.
Doppelgangers generally did not radiate evil, but I felt I was beginning to get a feel for
them, a subconscious indication that there was something wrong with the person I was
talking to. I got no such impression from the prisoner.
Well, youll get naught from me this day, he said wearily when we had opened the
cell, not a cry of pain nor the knowledge in my noggin. Get away from me shapeshifter
scum.
Were not the shapeshifter you speak of. Were friends, sent by Scar to see whats
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You know Scar? Im Jhasso, a friend of his and the owner of the Seven Suns. You
have to help me get out of here!
Its good that we found you, now we can find out whats been going on here.
Before we take you anywhere could you tell us what has been going on?
Those creatures, the shape shifters, started infiltrating the Seven Suns some months
ago. They must have started with some of the less important members of my coster.
Eventually they captured me and their leader took my face. Theyve been keeping me
alive in order to gain information that they need through torture. I dont know what their
purpose is, but they have been running my business very badly. All of you will be well
rewarded for rescuing me. When you meet Scar again, he will give you my reward. I
must be off now, as there is much of the monsters work to be undone. I assume youve
dealt with the other monsters upstairs; if you havent Ill get the Flaming Fist to clear out
the rest.
We immediately went to the Flaming Fist headquarters. Scar was available, and saw
us right away.
I am glad to see you have returned, so what news do you bring me?
Doppelgangers had taken over many of the higher echelons in the coster. The
monsters are all dead now, slain by us.
You have done very well! I will be doubling your wages for the heroic service you
have provided to this city. We must keep in touch, I may need your help in investigating
the Iron Throne. He sent a clerk to get our reward, then a thought seemed to strike him.
I have another job you may be interested in. Youll be well paid for your services, care
to hear more?
Were always interested in more work. I needed Scar on my side, so I was quite
willing to help him out. What does it entail?
The problem is this: Every night people have been disappearing from the streets of
the city. My men have been scouring the city trying to find the culprit, but so far to no
avail. People have begun to get scared, and very few are willing to leave their homes at
night. Something has to be done and fast. Would you be willing to take the job, Id pay
you 300 gold in advance with a 1000 gold bonus if you discover whats been happening
with the disappearing citizens. What do you say?
We agree to your terms.
Your job is really simple; all I want you to do is patrol the east of the city. Perhaps
youll get lucky and find out whats been happening. If you do find out whats been
happening, come to see me at the Flaming Fist barracks. Our only clue so far has led us to
the sewers, so if you want to explore them first, it would probably be a good idea. Also,
weve found tracks of some many legged creature, perhaps a centipede like monster.
Yeslick suggested that if we were going to explore the sewers we might as well enter
them where we were. The Flaming Fist headquarters is located in the western part of the
city, so we might have a long trek underground, but at least if there was anything to find
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We found a grate in the street; levering it up, we climbed the crude ladder revealed
downwards. Imoen cast a spell to light our way. It was too bad she did not have magic
capable of suppressing the smell. We formed a single file, since only a narrow ledge at
the side of the tunnel was above the flow of liquid waste. We had just shaken out the
marching order when a strange procession shuffled into view. There were ogres and
humans, and stranger creatures, pacing slowly as if mesmerized. Among them was a
slime, slowly advancing with waves of undulations passing through its semi-liquid body.
Surprisingly, the surface of the slime began to vibrate, creating a voice in which it spoke
to us.
Halllt, my chilldren-- We have guesssts among uss. Ah, yess, I can ssense you,
now, and your lllleader-- A chillld of books, you werrre. Aye, bookss are good. And
a chillld of fffate. Heeee, I havve heard of you, Rolanna, I havve heard yourrr name
whisspered downn these stony halllls, wherrre the drip of waterrr mingllles with the
gurgllling of the dead. They have wanted you dead, you know!
Who are you and who are these shambling creatures that you surround yourself
with?
Who amm I, whoo indeed. It has been so llllong since I had hideous fform and--
and shape lllike you. Hah, in yourrr mind, I see things I recognize therrre, a place you
calllled home, once.
Candlekeep. Until this springtide it was the only place I had ever known.
Candlllekeep. I was therrre, wassnt I. Yes, when I wass in my younger forrrm,
when I wasss a mage so proud offf my talllent, of my craffft. But I transcended that
llong ago and llleft it behind.
Who has wanted me dead? Have you?
Who, Schlumpsha? No, not I, not yet, but yourrr death iss so tempting, now, so
near. I can alllmost taste it on you, chilld.
What death do you taste on me, Sewer King?
A death foretollld, a death pllanned forr by the gods themselllves, heeee! But Illl
not telll you more, not Schlumpsha, not the faithfulll sewerkin, nooo.
Now tell me my hunters name that I might know him.
You have met him before, you havve, maybe twice, even, and you shallll meet him
four times befffore the ennd. Heee, you shalllll meet him four times beforrre the end,
yes!
Thank you, Schlumpsha. Your prophecies are harsh but their truth is not immutable.
I shall face them as I can.
Heee, I havve tollld you enough but I have not tolld you alllll. The sewersss may
cllaim you, Rolanna, but I shalll not.
I let Schlumpsha and its strange followers disappear down the tunnel, not quite sure
what to make of its prophecies. We continued onward. I became much more familiar with
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the sewers directly connected at several places with the Undercellar brothel. We also
found one secret entry that by its location must enter the headquarters of the Flaming Fist,
although I didnt open it to find out.
We had walked to a section under the far eastern end of the city when we found the
one responsible for the murders, an ogre mage and its collection of carrion crawlers,
multi-limbed scavengers. The ogre mage was not impressed with our appearance.
So, some puny surface dwellers have come to their death. Itll just be extra treasure
for my collection. My pets have been causing much anguish in your surface realms,
havent they? They have been so useful at collecting the surface pinklings. My pets use
the flesh for food and I get the pretty treasure! My pets, kill these intruders.
Instead, it was the ogre mage and its pets that soon lay dead. We returned to Scar.
Its good to see you again, how have things gone?
We learned that an ogre mage holed up in the sewers was responsible for all the
disappearances. He had several carrion crawlers that would steal out at night to carry off
random victims. The crawlers used their hapless prey as food, whilst the ogre mage took
any valuables they might have.
Youve done a good job and earned your bonus in full. Im going to need some
people to do some investigating of the Iron Throne. If you wish to discuss the Iron
Throne, just come talk to me.
After tramping around in the sewers most of the day it was late; besides, I was
looking forward to a good bath to clean the stench off myself.
Early the next day we again met with Scar. He was pleased to see me.
Hello Rolanna. I have another job for you. This one involves a group you have dealt
with in the past - the Iron Throne. Duke Eltan himself wishes to speak to you about this.
Will you come with me?
Of course well come, especially if we have an audience with the Grand Duke. I
was glad I had taken the opportunity to bathe.
Just follow me, Ill take you to the Flaming Fist compound. The Grand Duke is
waiting for us.
We followed him upstairs, to a small combined office and living quarters. An
imperious, older man was awaiting us.
Let me introduce you to Grand Duke Eltan, said Scar, one of the lords of the city,
commander of the Flaming Fist and member of the Lords Alliance.
I am glad to see that you have come. The Duke motioned me into a chair. I know
that such a meeting is unusual, but in these circumstances it is necessary. I would first ask
what involvement you have had with the merchant society known as the Iron Throne?
Weve learned that theyre involved in a plot that threatens the stability of your
city.
From what I have been told, you have been quite a thorn in the side of the Iron
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recent activities have been brought to my attention, and I am very dubious about the
intent of the Throne. I think it is far too easy to blame the recent caravan raids and iron
shortage on the Zhentarim. Though the evidence does point to them, they do not have
much to profit, while the Iron Throne has everything to gain. I have much to concern me
right now, especially with tension rising between our city and the nation of Amn.
Unfortunately my hands are tied; I cant act against the Iron Throne until I have hard
evidence of their wrongdoing. Thats of course where you come in. I need a small group
of spies to break into the Iron Throne headquarters and see if they can find any proof of
the Thrones involvement with the caravan raids. If you do this for me youll be paid
extremely well; 2000 gold to divide among yourselves. What is your answer?
Consider us hired!
You have made a wise decision. It is a difficult mission that I give you, but I am
sure that you have the wherewithal to make it through. Return and report to me once you
feel you have enough information to use against the Iron Throne.
Well be back as soon as possible.
Jaheira had been able to determine that the leader of the Iron Throne in Baldurs
Gate was Reiltar Anchev. His main lieutenants were the half-orc Brunos Costak,
Thaldorn Tenhevich, and Reiltars son, Sarevok.
We entered the Iron Throne headquarters, a tall building not far from the
headquarters of the Flaming Fist. As we entered, an individual practically ran into us in
his haste in leaving. I held out my hand to halt him, asking what was wrong.
Out! Away! Fly while you can! There be madness here and I can stand it no
longer!
Calm down and explain yourself, good sir, that I might understand you better.
Calm down? Calm down while Sarevoks acolytes practice their magic cacophony
above me? I dare say not, stranger! I dare say not at all! He ran around me, out of the
building.
I moved towards the stairs. A guard intercepted us.
Welcome to the Iron Throne citadel. Could you please state what business brings
you here.
Weve business with your leaders. Jaheira had suggested a cover story to explain
our presence. Weve just come from Sembia and are quite weary, so if you would just
step aside we would be grateful.
Strangeweve not been told about you, but no matter, you may come in.
We climbed the stairs to the next floor. Since the main entry hall was two floors
high, this floor only consisted of a balcony looking down into the main hall. Another
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Sarevok asked us to deliver an important message to his acolytes, I improvised.


Behind me, Jaheira growled under her breath about idiots who should know to stick to
prepared stories.
Hmph. Better you than me. Working with that crowd can be downright creepy,
some days.
Creepy? How do you mean?
I seen people go up there with-- with one face andand come back down with
another. I dont know how else to say it-- I got a keen eye for faces, I do, and I think-- I
think them people going up and down know it, too, cause one time one of them caught
me looking at him and he winked right at me and theand he changed the colors of his
left eye, right as I was watching him! It started out a chocolate brown but then it went all
quicksilver for a moment, like the mercury the mages play with, and then he was gone
and out the door, laughing his high-pitched laugh.
Who are these people?
Competition of the Iron Throne. Mostly members of the Seven Suns cartel or the
Merchants Consortium. They have both been attempting to negotiate a tentative peace
between the different economic powers in the city. I fear its not peace theyre finding,
howeverat least not of the type they came looking for. Somethings going on upstairs
and Id rather not think about what it could be.
The next floor was unwalled, tables covering the floor in preparation for a banquet,
although only a few people were in the room. One, an older man, scowled at me and
walked over, pointing his finger.
Wait a moment. Could you please tell me where I could find Reiltar. Its important
that I speak to him. Ive been given the run around too long. Reiltars damn son, Sarevok,
seems to think hes in charge here.
We must ask for a name before we go telling the whereabouts of Iron Throne high
ups, I answered, playing along with his mistaken assumption.
Im Nortuary, and your Iron Throne high up answers to me! Ive just arrived from
Selgaunt in Sembia. The council wishes to know how things are faring. Now tell me
where I can find Reiltar!
Actually, we dont really know where he is at the moment. We apologize for any
inconvenience we might have caused you.
Damn it, is anyone competent here!
Interesting. The local branch likely had not reported the many failures they had
experienced recently to their superiors. As I was mulling this over, a woman dressed in
expensive clothes came up to me.
At last, someone who looks like they could be of some assistance. The assorted
boobs and dimwits around here have been of very little help.
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Maam this, Maam that, I have little desire to suffer through more of your flat
gentility. You may call me Emissary Tar and direct me towards the nearest staircase. I
have some important business to conduct on the fifth floor on behalf of the Grand
Dukes.
Please, whatever your business there may be, I urge you to reconsider. I had an
uneasy feeling what we, experienced adventurers, might find there, let alone a
defenseless woman. I have a bad sense about this place and would worry for your safety
there.
How foolishly chivalrous of you but I can take care of myself, thank you very
much. Besides, I have an iron treaty to negotiate with Thaldorn and the Grand Dukes
would hardly be pleased if I abandoned such an important duty for the likes of you, now,
would they? If you insist on being as much of a boob and a dimwit as the others, then I
shall find the silly stairs on my own.
I had to let her go. This was too important to tip my hand prematurely, and possibly
allow someone to escape.
We climbed the stairs to the next floor. The area near the staircase was set up as a
bar; several merchants were savoring drinks. Nothing looked out of place. One of the
merchants, who had just gone to the bar for a refill, called out to us.
Ah look, some newcomers. I assume that the lot of you has just arrived with new
supplies from Ordulin. If youre looking for Reiltar or Brunos, look no further. Both of
them have traveled to Candlekeep on important business.
A single door separated the bar from the rest of the building. This door now opened,
a short, harried looking man hurrying through it. He consulted some papers in his hand,
then peered in my direction, frowning. He came to a decision, scurrying over to me.
Mmn, hello. You must be the city negotiators. Lemme see on the list, here:
EmissaryEmissary Tar? Right on time and a pleasure to meet you. My name is Destus
Gurn, Assistant Chief Accountant for the Iron Thrones operations on the Sword Coast.
Now, just a quick briefing on our negotiating procedures before you head on up the stairs:
Thaldorn will be accompanied by a board of six Iron Throne advisors sent to us from
abroad: Zhalimar Cloudwulfe, Gardush, Naaman, Diyab, Aasim, and Alai, all of them
quite respectable men and eager to meet you. We also have a seventh member on that
board, today, a Mr. Lyle Espejo. He is there to ensure that things go smoothly in this time
of transition. As for the agenda
Please, Mr. Gurn, I have my own copy of the agenda and no desire to waste any
more time here than necessary. If you would be so kind as to allow me to proceed
upstairs to the negotiations, I would be very grateful.
Yes, true, very well then, Emissary Tar. Proceed upstairs and dont allow me to
keep you here a moment longer. Great things are afoot and I am very proud to have met
you on behalf of the Iron Throne and I hope, for everyones sake, then, that the
negotiationsproceed swiftly, yes, thank you. He stared at me a moment, his eyes wide,
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We climbed the stairs. At the top, we found six individuals and Emissary Tar. I
should say, an emissary Tar, since I strongly suspected this was not the woman we had
just met.
Fear my wrath, for it is great indeed! roared one of the men. Who dares intrude
upon our negotiations?
My name is Rolanna. The time for playacting was over. I was wondering if I
could ask you a few questions.
Rolanna, you say? Ah yes, Sarevok warned us you might try to meddle. That
meddling will stop here, however.
And who are you to say so? Ive crushed all those before you! I felt a great rage
stir. I held them as accountable as those actually present for the death of Gorion.
Those before us were fools, as you are. Those before us were weak, as you are.
Those before us were not Zhalimar, or Gardush, or Naaman, or Diyab, or Aasim, or Alai.
Those before us are dead, as you will be. So it has been decreed; so it shall be done. So
orders Sarevok! He began casting a spell. The false emissary transformed back into its
natural doppelganger form.
I charged into their midst, cutting right and left with my sword. I hadnt noticed, but
Jaheira had cast a charm for protection from fire upon me while we had stood exchanging
threats. This allowed Imoen to cast fireballs into the group about me, without
endangering my life. Backed by the bow work of Kivan and Khalid, as well as Yeslicks
prayers, they were swiftly defeated.
On the body of the man who had spoken I found a scroll.
I have a task for you and those you have selected. You, the first of the faithful, are to
stand ground in my stead. Be assured that I would not belittle your devotion with
simple guard duty. This chore is of particular interest to me, and thus, to you.
Rolanna has become as a thorn in my side. I wish it removed. Do so, and you shall
please me greatly.
Such is your charge.
Do not fail in this.
Sarevok
Sarevok, or more likely his father, Rieltar, had been responsible for Gorions death,
and the attempts on my life. We searched the other rooms on this floor. In one, we found
the body of the real Emissary Tar. In another, we found a man cowering under a table.
What are you doing here?!? he blustered when we wrinkled him forth. Get out of
this building before I call the guards.
We cant do that until you answer some questions.
Youre here to kill me arent you. You cant kill me! Do you know who I am? Im
Thaldorn, one of the leaders of the Iron Throne.
Where can we find documents that will implicate your organization for its
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Please dont hurt me! You can find everything you need with Reiltar, hes the true
leader of the operation. He always carries everything on his person. Am I free to go?
If you tell us where the leaders of the Iron Throne are located, we might let you go
free.
The other leaders, Brunos and Rieltar, theyre at Candlekeep, attending business
with some benefactors from the south. Will you let me go now, please?
I let him go, although if he didnt quickly leave the city I didnt doubt the Flaming
Fist would pick him up. In another room I found a couple of letters.
Father,
I received your letter, and I can assure you that the mercenaries led by Rolanna will
no longer trouble our operations. I have dealt with them personally. Before dying,
they were most forthcoming in their revelations; it is as you had surmised; they were
agents of the Zhentarim. I am also writing to tell you that I cannot attend the meeting
at Candlekeep. Some problems have arisen with The Chill and the Black Talons.
They have had trouble working with each other, and I am needed there to smooth
over any dissension. I am sorry that I will not be at your side.
Sarevok

Reiltar,
My superiors are intrigued by your proposal. I would like to discuss it further, but
not through correspondence such as this. The Harpers and Zhents have been very
active in this region as of late; it would be very unfortunate if they tried to disrupt an
alliance between our two organizations. If you, Bruno, and Thaldorn were to meet
with us in the safety of Candlekeep, my superiors would be much relieved. Please
send a response as soon as possible.
Tuth
We returned to Duke Eltan with this evidence. He asked me to summarize what we
had found.
We know that any incriminating evidence would be found with Reiltar, the overall
leader of the Iron Throne in Baldurs Gate. Hes currently supposed to be at Candlekeep
on some sort of business.
Then there is only one thing to do, said Duke Eltan, travel to Candlekeep and
learn what theyre doing there, whatever it is, it cant bode well for the fortunes of this
city. Take this book. Without it, the Keeper of the Portal wont allow you entrance into
the library. Here also is the reward money that I had promised you.
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Return to Candlekeep
Several days later found me outside the main gate of Candlekeep. Imoen, Jaheira,
Khalid, Kivan and Yeslick still accompanied me. The others would keep on eye on
matters in Baldurs Gate. We announced our presence, and the Keeper of the Portal came
out to talk to us. I handed him the tome given us by Duke Eltan.
He briefly examined it, then said, You have met the requirements to gain entry to
our most holy library. It is fine to see the child of Gorion once again within these
hallowed grounds. Please have your less civilized friends refrain from causing trouble.
We are very strict with the letter of the law, as you well know, Rolanna.
It was late, but I took the time to seek out some of my old friends. The first I ran into
was Dreppin, who looked after the animals.
Rolanna!! I didnt think you were ever coming back! Whats it like out there?
Its big. I dont know how else to put it. I lived my entire life within these walls and
in the past while Ive seen fifty times as much as these walls could ever hold. Its weird,
though: all that space and barely a book in it. I never realized how special Candlekeep
really is.
Yeah, people come from all over to see the books here. All sorts of folks, too:
bards, nobles, priests, mages. Volos even been here and Elminster, too, remember. A
couple of just plain old merchants even wandered in the other day. Said they were with
the Iron Throne and were here to do some business. Theyre still around, last I heard.
I found the scholar Phlydia wandering the grounds.
Oh! Why hello. Have you seen my bookWait. No, you found that already, didnt
you? Oh, I just dont know anymore. You havent been around lately, have you.
No, I havent been back since Gorion died. I was actually kind of glad she was
still her old scatter-brained self.
Gorion! Why yes, of course! Im sorry, Ive made a boor of myself again. Gorion
was a good and wise sage and he obviously raised you with better manners than I would
have been able to.
I also looked up Hull, one of the guards.
Now theres a face I never thought Id see again in a million years. When we heard
about Gorions passing, Fuller and I went out to gather his body but you were nowhere to
be seen. I dont know what you two came across that night but Gorion died a noble death
saving you from it.
Thanks for taking care of his remains, Hull. I didnt have the means. Someday well
sit down over a mug of ale and Ill tell you about it.
I looked up Fuller at his post in the infirmary.
Well Ill be! If that isnt someone with a tale to tell, I dont know who is. What
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I dont know, I guess I just took the long route home: The Friendly Arm, Beregost,
Nashkel, Baldurs Gate.
The Gate, is it? I hear that, if you can stand the smell, the night-lifes great! Youre
taking me on an all-expenses-paid tour of the place, someday, you realize.
I was nearing Candlekeeps small inn when a visitor I didnt recognize hailed me.
Salutations, I am Cadderly, a visitor of Candlekeep like yourselves. Pardon if I
seem out of sorts, but the journey has been long and treacherous and my labors age me
so. Might I inquire as to your name? I am certain I have seen your face before, but I
cannot fully place it.
I am Rolanna, and I called this place home for many years.
Rolanna! Then I know you well, though you may be hard pressed to remember. I
was last here years ago, and conferred with your foster father as you were off to chores. I
am not much your senior, really. I am certain you tire of hearing it, and that legions have
told you the same, but Gorion was well known to me. His death has been mourned by
many.
I do not wish to dwell on his death. I have moved on with my life, though I cherish
the memories.
Perhaps that is for the best. I will speak no more of it, save to say that he was a
good man. How have you fared in the time since?
As well as can be expected, though I have learned much about myself that perhaps
was better left unknown.
Would that I had a gold coin for every person I have heard say such a thing. I am
sure your troubles vary greatly from my own experience, but we all have trials we must
overcome. We all have a side that should not see the light of day too often. What matters
is how much strength you wish to let it have. Bah, such words are better saved for classes
and meditations, not for reunions. I will take my leave, though perhaps I shall see you
again before I am to go. The tomes of Candlekeep are very nearly endless, and I am sure
to be here for a tenday at least. Fare well, my friend.
At the inn Imoen was glad to see old Winthrop, but I found I had little to say to him.
Since it was so late, we spent the night there.
Early the next morning I looked for more of my old friends. In the bunkhouse I ran
into the monk Parda.
Oh Rolanna, I heard you had returned! If only it werent in such dark times.
Something is afoot in Candlekeep -- There is an unvoiced panic amongst those of us who
still call these haunted halls our home. You must help us, I pray you.
Anything, dear Parda. Just tell me how.
How. HowIf only I knew! Go around, search about. You have been away for a
time, perhaps your eyes will see things that we cannot. We have been here too long, we
are blind to the malignancies for they have crept up so slowly and absorbed themselves
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that is in me screams with the knowledge that they are there! Now hush, no one must
know that weve been talking.
On the trip here I had considered, with the others, what the Iron Throne wished in
Candlekeep. The most likely explanation was they wanted to replace the individuals they
were meeting with doppelganger mimics. I decided to poke around some more.
In the quarters set aside for the priests of Oghma who tended the small shrine I came
upon a priest cutting open a dead cat with a small knife.
Hthsss! You startled me, child, the priest practically hissed at me, so intent had he
been on his dissection.
What are you doing to that cat?
It died and I am studying it.
Youre studying it? What is there to study? Its a dead cat.
The bones, the muscle structure, the shape of it, how its fur lies, where its ears are
placed, the length of its whiskers, the sharpness of its teeth. I must know it all, you curr,
now leave me to it.
But why would you need to know that? Why would anyone?
Must you pry so hard, you meddlesome brat!? Thsss, forget the plan! Ill taste you
now, I will, and study your dead flesh as I do the cat!
The priest transformed into a doppelganger, which we killed. I was suddenly
worried. I hadnt thought the Iron Throne representatives would have been able to
smuggle more than a few doppelgangers onto the grounds. But if they were replacing
people as unimportant as this priest, it implied a much larger plot. I knew there were
sections of Candlekeep where knowledge was kept that was forbidden to all but a few of
the monks. Perhaps this was the actual target.
I ran over to the barracks. The door was barred. When I banged on it, a muffled
voice from inside sounded, Go away, you chimp!
Now somewhat frightened, I ran to the main keep at the center of Candlekeep. As I
entered it, another of my friends, the old monk Karan, stopped me.
Rolanna, my child, look at you! Your face has gained some new lines since the days
when I tutored you.
Ah, Karan, you speak true but its not your fault. You prepared me as well as you
could for what lay beyond these walls. I just pray that I am prepared for what I shall
find within them, now that Ive returned.
Why? What is wrong here? Shall I tell the Watchers?
Yes, call the Watchers but first tell me if you have seen anything strange about the
library today.
Strange? Why yes, that is just the word I would have used for that Koveras fellow.
He was right here beside me, taking Alaundos prophecies from their place on the shelf
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breath, but when I turned to steal a glance at him from the corner of my eye, it was the
strangest thinghis eyes were closed and he was reciting page after page, as if from
memory! He heard your footsteps, it seems, and wandered off. I was just returning the
prophecies to their rightful place, here. It might be wise to take a look. If this Koveras is
dangerous, though, Im afraid Im too old and bookish to be more than a hindrance.
Forgive me, but I must leave you now.
Thinking it might be important, I examined the book of Alaundos prophecies to
which Karan had referred. Slips of parchment marked two entries.
The first read:
During the days of the Avatars, the Lord of Murder will spawn a score of mortal
progeny. These offspring will be aligned good and evil, but chaos will flow through
them all. When the Beasts bastard children come of age, they will bring havoc to the
lands of the Sword Coast. One of these children must rise above the rest and claim
their fathers legacy. This inheritor will shape the history of the Sword Coast for
centuries to come
The second read:
The spawn of the Lord of Murder are fated to come into their inheritance through
bloodshed and misery. It is the hope of their father that only one shall remain alive to
inherit his legacy. I foresee that the children of Bhaal shall kill each other in a bloody
massacre.
I never had been much of a scholar. I suddenly wished I had spent some time
studying the prophecies of Alaundo. As I was looking at the book, two other monks I
knew walked over, Theoden and Jessup.
Well dip me in broth and call me stewed, Theoden said, if it isnt little Rolanna!
Why, I havent seen you for nearlyummquite some time, anyway.
Hello Theodon, how have you been? I usually tried to avoid them when I lived at
the keep, since their reminiscences could waste half a day.
I still remember you running about the keep in your little swaddling clothes,
pestering the elders and spooking the cows. Aint that right Jessup?
Surely was.
Yep. Of course, you never did stay in those rags of yours long. Youd be naked as a
jaybird the moment someone turned their back on you. I remember the day that fella
Blackstaff come floating in and there you were, tearing around the outer keep with
Gorion hot on your trail. Took the cloak right off his back, you did, and made yourself
just the cutest little.
Yes yes YES, I remember, I interrupted hastily. Could we drop it please? How
have YOU been?
Wait wait, I remember it all now! There was Khelben Blackstaff, trying his hardest
to look important while you ran through the stables with his cape tied around your waist.
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I thought Id catch my death from laughing, I did.


You and me both! Gorion was shaking like a leaf, he was so mad. Nobody was sure
what to do, and then Khelben mutters some words and catches you by the scruff of the
neck with some sort of spectral hand. He hauls you out and drops you right in front of
him, grabbing his filthy cape in the process. Everyone was scared, they were. Werent
they, Jessup?
Sure enough. Scared witless.
Yep, and then old Khelben busts out in the biggest laugh you ever heard. Everyone
in the keep was laughing like mad, except you, Rolanna. You just stood there naked as
the day you were born and wondering what the fuss was about. I tell you, those were the
days.
Um, yes. I think Ill be going now, I said in a small voice.
Oh certainly, little one. Stop by any old time though. Ive got some paintings of you
as a youngster Im sure your little friends would love to see. Remember the one of
Rolanna on the bearskin rug, Jessup?
Surely do. In the buff as usual.
Cute as a bug, you were. Go play with your friends now. Go on.
Imoen couldnt suppress her chuckles. When I turned to glare at the others, Jaheira
sweetly said, Yes, oh omnipresent authority figure?
On the next floor, the monk Bendalis came over when he recognized me.
Hello Rolanna, it is good to see you here once again. A pity you could not have
returned during a more restful time.
Why? What is going on that would cause you such stress?
Oh, its nothing I am sure. Its just that, well, things just seem a little strange around
here. Those decidedly un-merchant-like merchants for one. And some of our own monks
are acting odd as well. One fellow in particular. Im sure it is nothing. You should not
worry yourself so much.
Really? And who would that be?
Well, there is this fellow named Koveras. I assume he is a visiting sage of some
sort, but he seems more interested in our guests than the tomes. He makes me nervous. I
think hes had the same effect on others as well. Young Shistal has been out of sorts for
days now. He is not as thick-skinned as I. You remember how nervous he used to be?
Hes quite the opposite now. Seems like a totally different person. I worry about him. I
should go. It has been nice speaking with you.
I took a quick look around the bookcases lining this floor for any sign of the Iron
Throne people. As I was doing this, a man I didnt recognize came over to me.
Ah, I thought I might find you somewhere around here. Allow me to introduce
myself. Although his voice was deep, I had the distinct feeling that he was
deliberately raising it in timbre, that his natural voice would be much deeper. In fact, he
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Please do.
My name is Koveras. I used to work for your father, running messages to his Harper
friends in Waterdeep. Before he passed on, he entrusted this ring to me and asked that I
give it to you should evil ever befall him. Will you take it?
And what evil befell him, Koveras? I concentrated on him. I could detect no evil; I
actually couldnt detect anything at all, as if he wasnt there. However, I strongly felt I
could not trust him.
You were there, you saw it all. A woman, an armored figure, two ogres wielding
clubs. But Gorions petty magic was of little use against them, was it not? And you, you
fled with your tail between your legs, hiding amidst the trees until dawn broke. And now,
it comes full circle, doesnt it. The Iron Throne so close that you can almost touch them
and wreak your revenge for that night.
Youre right, Koveras. I was there. Myself, my father, and four others who tried to
kill us. Where were you, if you know so much? Now I was sure he wasnt to be trusted.
If you be so void of trust, I am surprised you have made it this far. It is of little
matter. Go seek your vengeance or your doom at the hand of the Iron Throne. I wash my
hands of it.
He walked off. The mystery he represented would have to be investigated later, after
I had found those I was looking for. I glanced around. Nearby was one of the chanters,
whose duty it was to spend part of each day chanting the prophecies of Alaundo so that
they were never silent. I walked over to him. He recognized me.
Rolanna, you look distressed. What is it, child?
There is trouble here, Chanter. You must help me.
You are right, I have felt it, too. Pray tell me how this aging frame can help you.
As Chanter, you know the history of this Keep better than any other. I have grown
up here, I have played within its walls, but there were many places I was never allowed to
go. I am older now and I will go where I must but please, are there any places in this
Keep of which I was never told?
But -- What right have you to ask that, child!?
Im not a child anymore, Chanter. The entire Keep is in danger, even its most
secret and sacred places. Please, Chanter. Gorion would have had it so.
SighI am growing old and the young are not so young anymore, nor the carefree
so carefree. Alaundo the Seer, the one who founded this fortress of knowledge and
whose prophecies I chant each day, he is entombed deep in the bowels of this place. I
tell you this, Rolanna, because youre right, it is time you knew. But I beg of you, in
Gorions name, do not venture into those trapped and warded halls unless some higher
power than myself bids you go. Your stepfather would never forgive me for your lossI
must go now, child-- RolannaIt is time to chant the Seers prophecies as I always
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On the next floor, I found two of the Iron Throne leaders meeting with two others in
a conference room. I told the others (except Jaheira) to wait outside while I entered. I was
afraid someone, especially Kivan, would act without thinking.
When I walked into the room, one of the men, who must be Rieltar, addressed us.
My dear fellows, you must realize that it is manners that make the man, so would
you kindly prove that you are gentlemen by leaving! His voice rose in anger as he
continued. The right people can afford to be rude, but this is not you. Leave now, before
my irate companion Brunos lets his temper get ahead of his reason!!
Youre the leaders of the Iron Throne! I accused him. Were the ones whove
caused you so much trouble over the past weeks. We know what your all about, and soon,
so will Duke Eltan.
Youre theand youre stupid enough to admit this. Well my young friend, you
might find safety within the library, but once youve left there will be no place for you to
run.
Koveras had been right about one thing. I hated the man before me. A dark rage
possessed me. My vision became tinged with red, and I wanted to murder him, cut him
down without mercy just as had been done to Gorion. I trembled for long moments while
I fought down the bloodlust. I wouldnt break the rules of Candlekeep I had followed for
so many years. There would come a better time to have my revenge.
Well leave, but dont think this is the last of itit wont be, not by a long shot.
Thats fine little ones, Im sure we can expect to see you in the future, if not in
person, then at least your heads.
I decided to climb to the top floor, where the offices of Ulraunt, Keeper of the
Tomes, head of Candlekeep, and Tethtoril, the First Reader, were located. I hoped
Tethtoril was in. Over the years, Ulraunt had avoided Gorion, as he did all the lesser
inhabitants of the keep. Besides, he was said to be humorless and inflexible. Tethtoril had
sometimes come by and talked to Gorion for hours; I was sure he would not dismiss out
of hand my tale of doppelganger invaders.
On the next floor up I saw the monk Shistal. Remembering Bendalis warning, I
walked over to talk to him. He scowled at my greeting.
Leave me be, stranger. Ivework to do.
All the other monks gave me a warm welcome. Why not you?
Ive no interest in idle chatter. If you knew the daily routine of a monk you would
understand.
I know the routine well. I lived here for many years. It is YOU who should know
ME.
Of course. It is just that I did not recognize your face. I am just not acquainted with
all of the monks quite yet.
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You would do well to leave me be. I tire of this game. Take your questions and go
away, monkey.
Oh no, I have many more questions to ask. For starters, who are you really?
I am your deathhhh, foolish meat! He transformed to his natural form. Heedless of
the frightened exclamations of several nearby monks, I cut him down. I hurried over to
the steps, continuing upwards. The next floor contained Gorions old room. On a thought,
I decided to look in on it.
The room had not yet been given to another, although Gorions possessions had been
removed. I asked Imoen to help me search it. In a secret compartment in the lid of a chest
Imoen found a letter. I eagerly examined it.
Hello Rolanna,
If you are reading this, it means I have met an untimely death. I would tell you not to
grieve for me, but I feel much better thinking that you would. There are things I must
tell you in this letter that I might have told you before. However, if my death came
too soon then I would have never been given the chance.
First off, I am not your biological father, for that distinction lies with an entity
known as Bhaal. The Bhaal that I speak of is the one you know of as a divinity. In
the crisis known as the Time of Troubles, when the Gods walked Faerun, Bhaal was
also forced into a mortal shell. He was somehow forewarned of the death that
awaited him during this time. For reasons unknown to me, he sought out women of
every race and forced himself upon them. Your mother was one of those women, and
as you know, she died in childbirth. I had been her friend and, on occasion, lover. I
felt obligated to raise you as my own. I have always thought of you as my child and I
hope you still think of me as your father.
You are a special child. The blood of the Gods runs through your veins. If you make
use of our extensive library you will find that our founder, Alaundo, has many
prophecies concerning the coming of the spawn of Bhaal. There are many who will
want to use you for their own purposes. One, a man who calls himself Sarevok, is the
worst danger. He has studied here at Candlekeep and thus knows a great deal about
your history and who you are.
Gorion
I sat down on Gorions bed, stunned. I was supposed to be the child of some dead
god. That might explain the strange dreams. My opponent had been called the son of
Murder. Maybe he was of the same lineage. It seemed like this knowledge must change
everything about me.
Imoen punched me in the shoulder, saying, Huh. Yer a queer fellow. That old code
phrase reminded me that nothing had really changed. When Imoen first came to
Candlekeep, I had been in the habit of referring to anyone who I found strange as a
queer fellow. She started to refer to me with that phrase, until in a burst of temper I had
threatened to thrash her if she didnt stop. After that, I only heard the phrase when we had
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let me know everything was OK again (which never took long, she being Imoen), by
using that expression.
I smiled at her thankfully. I needed to be on the move. I knew Imoen hadnt been
able to resist reading the letter over my shoulder, but she wouldnt tell anyone else. I
carefully folded the letter and put it away. The others, especially Jaheira, would need to
know, but not just yet.
The next floor up would bring me to the offices of Ulraunt and Tethtoril. On the first
landing, an officious Watcher blocked my way. He refused to let me proceed, since I had
no appointment. I almost wished he were a doppelganger, so I would have an excuse to
throw him aside. As we argued, I head the tromp of feet behind me, coming up the stair.
Four watchers approached, led by the Gatewarden.
You there! Stop and surrender yourself. You are accused of murdering the men
Brunos Costak, Thaldorn Tenhevich and Rieltar Anchev. If you give yourself up now,
you will be assured of a fair trial.
I wasnt sure what was going on, but there was no way I was going to fight them, all
of whom I knew. We didnt murder anyone, so were perfectly willing to go to trial. Our
innocence of this accusation should be refuted quickly, within any fair court of law.
Im glad you still have some of the sense Gorion taught you. Please, follow me. Im
sure everything will be sorted out quickly.
Our items were taken from us, and we were placed in a cell in the barracks. We had
not been sitting there long when Ulraunt strode into the barracks. When he looked at me,
his face bore a look of horrified satisfaction, the look someone might wear after their long
predicted disaster had finally occurred, causing some awful destruction.
So, Rolanna, you have sullied your fathers name by defiling his home and bringing
ruin to a peace that has lasted for centuries. I spit on you and all of your friends; your
transgressions will be punished in the most severe form. I formally accuse you of the
murders of Brunos Costak, and Rieltar Anchev.
But I have done nothing wrong! I protested. Why have you accused me of such a
thing?
Why have I accused you? You were seen fleeing the murder scene, and he found
the identifying ring of a Shadow Thief assassin in your personal effects, and gold minted
in Amn. I feel that it is strong enough proof to accuse you. I immediately concluded that
the mysterious witness must be Koveras. My attention was drawn back to Ulraunt as he
continued speaking.
From everything we have seen and found it is not hard to figure what your purpose
was. From what I have been told, you have been trying to place all the misfortune of the
Sword Coast squarely on the shoulders of the Iron Throne. I assume you and your friends
are assassins in the employ of Amn. Perhaps you were sent up north to create discord in
the region before an Amnish invasion. It matters little, you and your friends are to be sent
to Baldurs Gate where an appropriate punishment will be administered. Ulraunt turned
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To me, biased I must admit, the evidence should have suggested that Koveras be
the one investigated. No wonder he had offered me that ring; when I refused, he had been
forced to claim finding it among belongings I never left behind at the inn. It must have
been doppelgangers seen fleeing the crime. I glumly sat and considered the fate to
which I had led my companions. The opening of the outer door of the barracks drew me
away from my gloomy thoughts. Tethtoril had entered. His face bore no readable
expression.
Hello young one, I am sorry to see thee in such terrible circumstances. I know thee
well enough to see that you have been falsely accused. Tomorrow Ulraunt will most
likely sentence thee to be sent to Baldurs Gate. There, thou wouldst receive the death
penalty for these actions. I know that Gorion would not want to see his only child killed a
scant few weeks after his own death. Tis as a favor to his memory that I will help thee
escape. Make thy way through the catacombs beneath the library, but disturb them not. I
have your possessions with me, you must take them and go with haste.
Do you know anyone by the name of Koveras?
I know of no one named Koveras, but Koveras is the reverse of Sarevok, a young
man who accompanied the leaders of the Iron Throne when they first came. I know not
where he has gone. Jaheira cursed at the news, wondering aloud how she could have
been so stupid. I now knew for sure who my main enemy was: Sarevok.
It is now time for you to go Rolanna, continued Tethtoril. I can teleport you to the
secret room that leads to the catacombs, but from there you are on your own. You must
be careful within the catacombs, as there are many guardians and traps, and perhaps
whoever planned these murders. However dangerous the catacombs may be, they are a
safer alternative to Ulraunts wrath.
Why cant you teleport us outside of Candlekeep?
Candlekeep is protected by powerful runes that seal it from divinatory and
alteration magics. If I were to teleport you outside of Candlekeep, you would be ripped
asunder when you came in contact with the protective field. Trust me child, this is the
only way.
We vanished from the cell, to appear in a room far underground. It was time the
others knew of my true heritage. I told them Sarevok and I were both children of the god
Bhaal. Jaheira was not surprised, perhaps having learned of it through her Harper
contacts long before we had met. We left the room, heading into the passages that make
up the catacombs. Ahead, Phlydia, or a creature wearing her face, approached us.
My book! You stole my book, you curr! Thsssss! She transformed into a
doppelganger, and I cut her down. It was now obvious how so many doppelgangers had
been smuggled into Candlekeep. A way had been found past the guards and wards into
the catacombs.
In this section of the catacombs, we mostly faced ghouls and ghasts, undead
creatures that were not much of a problem for us. We found several tombs; one was
grand enough to be the sage Alaundos, but there was no marking on it. We also found
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Imoen declared was for me, somehow permanently increased my strength after I peered
at its pages.
In the next section, we encountered numerous doppelgangers wearing the faces of
people I knew well in Candlekeep. I wondered if word of my escape had reached them,
and they were trying to unnerve me. I had been forced to face many strange things in the
last few months, and I just took this in stride, cutting them down as they appeared.
Dreppin came forward, Poisoned Arabelle, have you? And to think I would have
left this Keep with the likes of you! Rraaaarrrrh, fleshling.
Then Fuller, Fetch bolts, I saidI should have told you to lick my boots clean, you
mound of flesh! Thsssss.
Parda, Seek my comfort, will you? Aye, Ill show you a sweet and silent comfort if
yell let me, wasteling.
Reevor, Spy! Traitor! Fight for the rats, will ye? Fickle as the wind, ye are, fickle as
the wind. We have a name fer yer type: Ratbastards, it is. Aye, Ratbastards, and Ive
never known one I didnt hang with my own two hands!
Jondalar, Thought you could take me on, did you? Try me now, twerp, and well
see who comes out the better!
Hull, Stole Hulls special elixir, did you? And fed it to the cows, no less! Youll rue
the day you even met me, Rolanna!
Karan, Dullard! Insolent waif! I tried to instruct you, tried to make you wise but it
was like drawing compassion from a Zhent! You are a nothing, child, and you will soon
become much less! Thssss!
Even Winthrop, although it bothered Imoen more than me. Lost yer sense of humor,
have ye? Aye, Ive heard what yeve been telling all yer little friends -- that ol Winthrop
has a hankerin fer a little elven arse every now and then! Heh, come here, my pretty, and
Ill soon change yer mind.
We were leaving a large chamber when three familiar figures approached down the
hall ahead. Tethtoril was there, Elminster with his pointy hat, even Gorion. I think I
might have fallen for it if not for the presence of Gorion. I knew beyond all doubt he was
dead and gone.
Rolanna! yelled Elminster. Stop this madness, child, I beg of thee! Thou hast
soaked these halls with the blood of innocents and I cannot permit it to go further.
Stay back! Stay where you are! The one with you wears the face of my stepfather
and I know him for dead!
Its okay, Rolanna, its alright. It was Gorions voice, but I was not fooled. I
didnt die that night, nor have I yet. The blade that you thought slew me had been treated
with a magical poison. It left me, a living soul and a lively mind, imprisoned in a body
that gave all appearance of death. The man you saw that night is called Sarevok and he
has been in the Keep for three days past under the reverse alias Koveras. Tethtoril kept
watch on him but, in our foolishness, we never thought that he might have others with
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Elminster and I had suspected it for some time, added Tethtoril. With Sarevok
away from his lair, Elminster was at last able to locate your step-father and bring him to
safety. Forgive me, Rolanna, I should have told you earlier. But to raise your hopes
only to see them dashed to pieces all over again? There is too much heart left in this bony
cage for me to have done that.
Please, child, the false Elminster begged, sheathe those weapons and sheathe thy
madness, too. Come with us and we shall see thee, at last, to safety.
You said that these walls were soaked with innocent blood. Then who was it that
chased me down these wretched halls, calling my name in voices I once knew, only to
close and attack in traitrous form?
By all that is good, Rolanna, the mirror Gorion pleaded with empty words, what
have they done to your mind to haunt it so? Your old friend Dreppin lies tangled in his
own entrails and foolish Phlydia, she ran down here to offer a mothers shoulder and you
have butchered her like the monster you perceived her to be. The gods have no mercy
on we ragged mortals, it appears.
If this is madness then leave me to it! I was shaking in anger at this point, that they
had dared to sully Gorions memory so. If you flee now, I shall not attempt to kill you!
Thsss, then, fleshling! yelled Elminster, changing form. Go mad, if you will, and
feel the rasp of our claws against your mind!
I let free the red rage I had kept leashed when facing Rieltar, running forward with a
scream. When I had finished, the other party members had to avert their gaze from the
bloody pile of parted limbs, no longer separable into individuals. I carefully cleaned my
sword, ignoring the pity in their eyes.
At the end of this corridor we killed the doppelgangers and ghouls which the three
were to have led us into for an ambush. The corridor opened into natural caves. Here we
met a party of four adventurers.
Whore you!? challenged one. Ive been expectin Sarevok, not some rag tag
band.
I was tired, and had no desire to spar with Sarevoks lackeys. Were the
mercenaries whove been causing the Iron Throne so much hurt!
I thought as much! You wont get by me and my band without a fight!
We killed them after a brief battle. On the one who had spoken I found a letter.
Prat,
My schemes have come together in a most satisfying manner. The mercenaries who
have plagued my every step are now imprisoned, accused with the murder of Reiltar,
Brunos and Thaldorn. Learn as much as you can about the fate of the mercenaries
and then meet me back at Baldurs Gate. I apologize for leaving you here alone, but
it was necessary to return to the city so as to take Rieltars position as chief of
operations. If things proceed smoothly I will be a Grand Duke within a few weeks.
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So they had also murdered the other Iron Throne leader, Thaldorn, back in Baldurs
Gate, and pinned that on me as well. Sarevoks ultimate goal remained opaque. No matter
how much personal power he gained in the city, too many people knew too much about
the Iron Thrones plans to profit from the iron shortage.
We found a narrow passage; from ahead natural daylight could be seen. When we
exited, we found a man waiting.
Its about time you got out here, Prat! It is Prat, isnt it? I dont need to tell you that
we must not keep the Sarevok waiting! I trust you didnt have any trouble in there? He
said that the monks fell for the ruse and that Rolanna was locked up, so he took the
surface route out of the keep instead of meeting you in the crypts. We really must get
moving if we are to catch up with him!
Yeah, Im Prat. Prat is indeed my name, I quickly fumblingly agreed. Where are
we supposed to meet up with this Sarevok?
Back at the Iron Throne base in Baldurs Gate, of course. He has business
elsewhere in the city, but no doubt we shall get our bit of coin if we await him there.
There is still much left to be done, so I doubt hell show for a while though. The disgrace
of Rolanna will make the road smoother, but we must still act fast. Sarevok is notoriously
impatient. Lets get moving.
Right then. Off we go to meet with Sarevok. Dont want have him attacking us like
Rieltar and the others.
Thatthat was never the plan. Sarevok wouldnt sully his hands on those he didnt
deem worthy of personally killing. For Rolanna and party to be blamed they were either
to be imitated by Doppelgangers or fooled into attacking Rieltar and the others
unprovoked. You should know this. Youyoure not Prat are you? Oh, bloody hell. Bit
of a mistake on my part, wasnt it? Ah well, most of it went according to plan regardless.
Youll forgive me if I dont stay for fisticuffs. Cheers.
He tried to run, but Kivan sped two arrows his way, dropping him. We had come up
outside the main walls of Candlekeep. I led the others away, ignoring the body as we
passed it. Sarevoks plans needed to be ended once and for all. That I would do if I had to
personally see to the death of every one of his followers.
We stayed overnight in the Friendly Arm inn. As I slept that night I had a dream, this
time of an event from the past I had completely forgotten.
Visions of Candlekeep swam into view, and I was a child of only a few seasons once
more. At my side was Gorion, gray-haired even all those years ago. How old must he
have been to age so little in the time since?
Aged as he ever was, I still had to run to keep up with him. He had an important
meeting with Ulraunt, the Keeper of the Tomes: an important meeting about me. Funny, I
hadnt remembered it.
As I stood outside the doors of the inner keep, I could hear the shouting from within.
Gorion seldom raised his voice, though I did not care to listen to the discussions at my
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As I traced patterns in the water of a fountain, a reflection distracted me from the


argument. A large raven had perched atop a stone wall, and stared directly at me with
huge black eyes. I stared back through the mirror of the water, and was suddenly afraid to
meet the birds gaze any other way. It had claws for feet, I thought to myself, little
skeletal claws.
The doors of the keep suddenly swung open and Ulraunt stormed out. He glanced at
me for a moment, but looked away as he spoke. You both can stay, he sneered, but
mark my words. That child will be the death of you.
A flash of memory once more, and Gorion walked out of the keep as he was today:
dead. I dropped my gaze back to the water so as not to see. The raven was gone, but my
own image remained. My eyes were black, like those of a bird.
"Like father, like child," the reflection said.

Accused
We re-entered Baldurs Gate by night; our return was not unlooked for. We were
barely through the gate when a man hurried over to us.
I am Delthyr; I represent those who harp. Things have changed since you were
gone, I can tell you everything you need know.
Of course we do. It seemed Jaheira was being less cautious about exposing her
Harper association. I had already suspected she had asked compatriots to keep gathering
information in the city while she was absent.
The second in command of the Flaming Fist, Scar, was assassinated. Grand Duke
Eltan has come down with some mysterious ailment. No one knows how long he has to
live. The most important news for you concerns your recent return to Candlekeep.
Youve been accused of murdering the leaders of the Iron Throne. Everyone believes that
you are agents of Amn. They think your persecution of the Iron Throne was just a cover-
up for Amn. Tensions run pretty high right now. The new Iron Throne president,
Sarevok, has placed a price on all of your heads. The Flaming Fist has a warrant for your
arrest. Before I continue, tell me, are you guilty?
No, we were framed.
I am relieved. Now we must speak of your future. From what our network has
gathered, the Iron Throne is preparing to make a grab for power in Baldurs Gate. It
would be in your best interest to investigate what theyre up to. Perhaps if you could
break into their citadel, you might learn something. I know these are very troubled times
for you, but you know more about the Iron Throne than anyone else.
Who killed Scar?
From the evidence found where he was murdered, it would seem that the Shadow
Thieves killed him. I think that it is far too convenient to lay the blame on that
organization; I would assume that the Iron Throne remains involved in some way.
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The Shadow Thieves are an extensive organization of thieves and assassins that has
power bases all along the Sword Coast. Its main base of operation however, is located in
Amn.
What clues incriminated the Shadow Thieves?
The signature mask and stiletto were left on Scars body.
What sickness has Eltan come down with?
So far Eltans healer has been unable to discover what has been ailing him. It must
be magical in nature. I find the whole affair rather strange. From what I know, Eltans
healer, Rashad, was a priest of no mean faith and power. It is unusual that he has been
unable to effect a cure for the Grand Duke.
We left Delthyr. Before we did anything else, I wished to restock supplies at the
Sorcerous Sundries, the best shop for magic in the city. As we approached its entry,
Imoen hissed at me, pointing off to my left. I could dimly see a single figure approaching,
the muffled clank of armor no doubt what had alerted Imoen.
The figure came into range of the light from the ever-glowing luminescent ball
maintained above the entrance to the shop. It was a slight woman, wearing full plate,
although she carried the helm at her side. She was staring at me, mumbling to herself, but
I could just barely hear her, A secret is only a secret if kept to oneself.
I realized I knew her, her armor. She had accompanied Sarevok on the night Gorion
had been killed. I told the others to prepare, this might be an ambush. The woman moved
up next to me, then bowed.
I apologize for not being more open, but these are troubled times. If I could be
permitted to speak for a moment, I believe I have something you would want to hear.
Perhaps we could help each other?
I would know to whom I am speaking. I do not take candy from strangers, as it
were.
You may call me Tamoko. I do not presume to be your friend, or even someone you
should trust, but fate demands that I place myself at your disposal. I have details worth
listening to, and again I must ask if you are interested in a trade of sorts. Do you wish to
hear what I have to tell?
Say what you must and I will listen.
I shall explain myself in further detail when I have time. Until then, I have but one
thing to say: the one who claims to heal Duke Eltans sickness is also the one who breeds
it. Likely there have been signs that suggested this to you, but none have said it so plain.
No doubt you have the wherewithal to follow through on it. Your very nature gives you
above average competence. Gorions tutelage could only have enhanced this.
Dont speak that name! Ill not have you sully the memory of the only family I have
known.
But that was not the family that knew YOU, and knows you now. I think you feel
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perhaps more than you know yourself. There are three things that are strength incarnate:
there is love of life, there is fear of death, and there is family. A family that loves death
would have a strong pull indeed. Can youfeel it? Can you feel him? He hates you, you
know.
What have I done to deserve such hatred?
What have you done? You exist, and chaos will be sown. That is the way it was
intended, though I hope to change it. I must go, and YOU must go to Duke Eltan. Protect
him from his own healer. I will wait near the Flaming Fist headquarters. We shall speak
again and I shall have something to ask of you.
It might be a trap, but I would do as Tamoko suggested, as soon as we had gotten our
supplies from the shop. We would need to navigate most of the length of the city to reach
the Flaming Fist headquarters. My worry about the length of the walk was justified; we
were near the docks when a Flaming Fist mercenary hailed us.
You look lost, citizen. Can I be of any assistance?
Not so much lost as curious, officer. I decided to try to allay his suspicions by
asking an innocuous question. Have you any news on how close we are to war with
Amn?
On the brink, I reckon. Angelos been mobilizing the Fist for war and equipping us
with solid weapons forged from good Iron Throne ore. Its a good thing that Angelo has
such close ties to Sarevok or wed be lost. And a good thing hes been there to take
command, too, what with Duke Eltan sick.
Hmm, this does not bode well at all, I replied, half to myself. Sarevok had moved
quickly to solidify his position. I knew there were four Grand Dukes; he had already
moved to neutralize Duke Eltan. I didnt doubt he had plans for the others.
Were the Flaming Fist, citizen. You need have no fear of those Amnish fools. If
you doubt me, visit our barracks in the city. We are well prepared, I promise you.
The guard let us continue. It was late enough that we met no one else, although we
ducked into an alley once to let a contingent of guards pass us by. Tamoko was waiting
for us where she had promised, in front of the main entrance to the Flaming Fist
headquarters.
I see you have sought me out, as I thought you would. I have things that must be
said, things that are important to us both. I have but one condition to my discourse, and
you must agree before I speak. A promise I seek, and I will accept no less.
You have said many interesting things, but I do not trust you. Why should I make
promises for information unheard?
My promise will not harm you, though ignoring it can. Indeed, my information can
only benefit. You will gain if you did not know it before, and you will gain if you knew it
but needed it confirmed. The choice I pose is the only option. Are you in agreement or
not?
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I thank you. Here is my request, though it may seem quite odd. I charge you to
defeat Sarevok, the man behind all your woes. You must destroy his plans and stop his
scheme in its tracks. You must strip him of the belief that he can succeed in this path he
follows. You must do this for me, and you must also leave him his life. I willI will help
him to live his life as a man, not as the god he thinks he can be.
I do not see how such a thing is possible. He has sought to destroy me, and I have
only responded in kind.
Sarevok seeks to destroy everyone, not just you. You are of particular interest
because of your shared origins with him. You are a possible rival, one of the few that are
worthy of his personal attention. Above all else, you are family. Does this disturb you? It
should not; monsters are often closer to us than we like to think. You are siblings, and the
paths open to him are yours as well, though he has been racing down his from his earliest
days. You had Gorion to guide you, did you not? Sarevok had no one. He draws his
strength from his hatred, from the thought of rising above those he knows to be inferior.
His divine blood hungers for conquest, and that is why he must be defeated, but not
killed. He serves another, but does not know it.
Divine blood? He serves another? Of what do you speak?
The child becomes the father, or so it desperately wishes. The blood pulls, calls, and
demands. The wise Alaundo did say unto the ages, that the Lord of Murder would perish
and his doom would spawn his mortal progeny. Chaos would be sown in their passage,
but to what purpose? You have felt the hunger and heard the offerings of power? Sarevok
thinks they are true and so he seeks a senseless war, and a slaughter of a scale so grand as
to defy description. He thinks it will launch him toto what? Possibly he is right, but I
cannot lose him to this.
Why do you oppose him when you so clearly care for his life?
Sarevok isI share Sarevoks company, and would do so until I die, given the
choice. That is all you need to know. I would save the man within the beast he wishes to
be. I do not believe he will survive his plan, it is all based on conjecture at best. He feels
that he has been chosen, and that he will becomemore than he is. I do not share this
belief. Gods are not known for bequeathing their powers, especially if they have foreseen
their deaths. Whatever he is, I would keep him here, grounded firmly among those of us
that are all flesh.
I shall strive to stop him, and will do what I can to see that he lives.
I thank you. Sarevok can be redeemed, as could you should you one day pursue the
same path. For now, I shall speak of secrets to aid you. Duke Eltan may be saved, but
Duke Entar Silvershield has been killed outright. The murderers have acted with
anonymity, but I know who and where they are. You must go to the Undercellars; return
if you have already been. There you will find Slythe and Krystin, two unsavory beings
that revel in the violence Sarevok allows them to commit. They are no more than animals
in human guise, even by the standards of the company they keep. Kill them and you shall
know much of the plan.
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There isanother. Atop the Iron Throne base is a woman whosewhose influence
is a poison in Sarevoks soul. If she were removed I know he would listen to reason, to
my pleading. Cythandria is her name, and she holds much power in this matter. She seeks
Sarevoks favor as well, though she is content if he self-destructs, so long as she profits in
the deed. II must go. He cannot know I have helped you.
Tamoko left, leaving me deep in thought, trying to decide which thread to pull first
from the tangled ball that was Sarevoks plots.
You have returned. A familiar voice interrupted. Shar-Teels voice. That is
fortunate, as I do not feel I have truly paid my debt to you just yet. Make no mistake; I
follow you only because of your prowess in battle. When that falters, so does my
loyalty.
What bad luck had caused Shar-Teel to be lurking here of all places? I began arguing
with her, insisting I didnt need her, she just as vehemently insisting she needed some
action and was going to stay. We had so thoroughly engaged the attention of my party
members that no one noticed the Flaming Fist mercenary approach until he yelled out.
Halt and hold! You stand accused of murder most foul! You will lay down your
arms and come with us, or by order of Angelo Dosan you will be killed where you stand!
Such is his order and I cannot alter it! It is your choice!
I have no wish to fight you. I am no murderer, and I welcome the chance to prove
it. I clamped my hand on Shar-Teels forearm, forcing her already partly drawn sword
back into its sheath. She looked at me in surprise; the last time we met, my physical
strength had not matched hers.
A wise decision, said the guard. You will have a fair chance to defend yourself,
regardless of how convinced of your guilt Angelo is. This way.
More members of the Flaming Fist appeared around us. We were disarmed, while
Imoen, Jaheira and Yeslick were bound and gagged to prevent spell use. Herded inside
the headquarters building, we were taken before the acting commander, Angelo Dosan.
Good evening Shar-Teel, it seems that you have finally found friends that share
tastes similar to your own. I wont answer any questions that you give me; the only
reason I do this now is for what we have shared in the past Shar. He motioned to the
guards to give Shar-Teel her weapons. Goodbye Shar, I hope to never see you again.
As Shar-Teel left, she sneered to me, Forget our deal, Im leaving. Shar-Teel was
the daughter of Angelo Dosan. This might explain her hate of the Flaming Fist, and why
she had been hanging around outside their headquarters.
Justice may be blind, but Im not, commented Angelo, turning his attention to us.
So these are the infamous murderers, finally brought to justice. I am Angelo,
commander of the Flaming Fist. I will be your judge, jury and executioner, please pardon
the cliche.
You arent the commander of the Flaming Fist, I lashed out angrily. That title
belongs to Duke Eltan, someone who deserves the title. Youre a pretender, and a rather
ugly and smelly one at that. I hoped to get a favorable reaction from the guards; the
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There is some truth to your words, it is unfortunate that you speak them to me,
because as you probably intended, your words have caused me anger. Kill one of them! I
dont care which one! Without hesitation, one of the guards drove his sword into
Kivans back. Khalid and I were clubbed to the ground when we tried to react.
Obviously, Angelo had placed his most trusted cronies in control of the headquarters.
Now that we are done with all of these pleasantries, I will make my decision. I had
thought hard and long on what sentence I should give if you should be delivered into my
hands. The choice is an obvious one. For the charges of murder, theft, arson, rape and
many other assorted crimes I declare that each of you shall be taken to the Bazaar where
you shall hang by the neck until you are dead.
As we were placed in a cell, Khalid sadly commented, Another friend fallen. Does
it never end?
The bonds on our spellcasters were exchanged for locked chains. The Flaming Fist
had experience with captives who could cast magic. Even my strength was insufficient to
break the chains. It was very early morning when a voice called out from an adjacent cell.
Hey, you guys. Yeah, you in the other cell, are you the group thats wanted for
murder on three different counts? Dont try to deny it, I know its you. Well, hehheh
my names Neb. Heh, heh, I killed some little street urchins. Theyre such a clutter to this
city, ya know? They scream good too, especially the little girls.
Filthy monster, shut your mouth, I growled in reply. I had glanced in the cell as we
passed on the way to our own. I had seen only a very ordinary looking dwarf. My reply
only kept him quiet for a short time; he soon started talking again.
Heh, heh, youre getting impatient in here, are ye? Getting no reply, he continued.
Ive got a way out of here, you knowHeh, hidden it well, havent I? Search all you
want and you wont find it, heh heh. Heh, good thing ol Neb decided to mix a little bit of
illusioncraft with his thievery, eh? Sure, sureIll tell you what. Murderer to murderer,
now, monster to monster, are you wanting out? I tried to ignore him; Jaheira took a
different view. She kicked me, glaring at me, then at the adjoining cell. When you have
no hope, I suppose you will claw at any chance with sudden desperation.
Please, well do whatever it takes, I forced myself to beg. Its very important that
we get out of here.
Heh, sure, sure, everyones wanting out but does the world really want us out?
Maybe its safer if we all just stay in here, hehMonster to monster, now, murderer to
murderer, how many little children passed away at old Nebs hands? Not 1, not 2, neither
4 nor 7 nor 12 nor 20 but the next one, the next one in the sequence This time it was
Imoens turn to kick me. When she had gotten my attention, she began to deliberately tap
her foot. I carefully counted the taps.
You killed 33 children, Neb. May the gods and all their solars wreak their
vengeance.
Let the solars come and I shall kill them too! In a world without justice, the gods
are little more than a divine puppet show. Come, the tunnels through the wall, here, and
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Suddenly, there was an opening in the wall to the adjoining cell. We passed through
it to Nebs cell, where another opening led into the corridor. Neb was already gone.
When we entered the corridor, another opening at the end of the corridor led outside. I
had never heard of illusionary magic that could create real holes in walls. I later learned
that Neb was guilty of his self accused crimes; the irony that we needed the help of one
monster to derail the plans of another did not escape me.
We did not immediately leave, but rather quietly sneaked into the basement of the
headquarters. There we found Kivans body, as well as our equipment, and keys to
unlock the chains on the spellcasters. We left the building through Nebs hole, and
walked to the Temple of Helm. There we woke the high priest and convinced him, with
the aid of a hefty donation, to raise Kivan from the dead. To me, it is a telling
condemnation of the religions of the gods that this most holy and puissant ability is often
rationed economically. The casting itself was quite simple, requiring only a brief
preparation of the body and a few moments of concentration for the priest to marshal the
forces of his god. Kivan arose as if only from a sleep, but the knowledge of what had
happened to him was in his eyes.
There is much important work left to be done, he said, clasping his hand on my
shoulder. Lead on.
Kivan, especially, needed some rest. We hurried through the nearly empty streets to
the Blushing Mermaid, where we rented rooms to get some sleep. I stayed for a while in
the nearly empty common room to catch up on any rumors. I was surprised at the tale of a
dwarf, which he was repeating to anyone who would give him a few silver pieces.
Heh, Scar it was, second-in-command of that noble Flaming Fist, and on a night-
dark street it happened. The rain, twas spattering against the windows glassy panes and
soaking up through me bootwraps, givin me the chill. A cunning cut-throat rushed on by
im an cut the straps o his travelpurse wit a blood-sharp knife before turnin down the
alleyway. Ay, good man Scar, he chased the culprit there into the dark as I came
stumblin through the puddles to is aid.
But that petty cut-purse, e werent the rugged waif that he appeared to be -- Nay,
he was a silver-skinned changling, e were, an wit his dagger-claws e gored the good
man through the eyes. Then e slit is neck so vicious just to leave im bleedin in the
rain. My profferd aid, ye ask? Ay, twas as quickly withdrawn as rashly granted and I
hid there in the shadows as the mirror-fiend assumed new form to saunter, bloody-handed
into the darking night. My aid comes in that Im here to tell the truth of the good mans
passin to any listner that can spare the coin. Tis enough, I figure, an I doubt ed
disagree.
We kept to our rooms for the rest of the day until night had come again. When we
gathered, I had determined that it was time to take the battle to our enemies. First, we
would return to the Iron Throne building. We entered the building without trouble; it
seemed no guards were on the ground floor. A woman, dressed as a merchant, her arms
full of scrolls, was hurrying for the exit as we entered. I moved to block her path.
Out of my way interloper! I am getting off this sinking ship as fast as I can!
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I will not debate that he is in control, but whatever his plans, they certainly do not
have the good of the Iron Throne in mind. He has abandoned us in favor of his new
position, that of soon to be appointed Grand Duke. We are simply to be cast off, and I
would not be surprised if he marches the Flaming Fist through here tomorrow as a show
of his stance on mercantile crime!
Sarevok is to be a Grand Duke? How can this be?
Quite simple, really. He has built up support by pledging to combat the very chaos
he himself was sowing! I imagine hell have a fantastic success rate too, seeing as how he
is in total control with our leaders dead! I doubt that he will settle into a nice quiet
political life though. He seems set on causing as much destruction as possible, and I think
he is intent on pushing for war with Amn!
Why would he pursue such a destructive plan? What could he gain from it?
How should I know? I am no diviner. I only know business, and what he is doing
makes very little economic sense. Had he wished to grow rich from dealing in ore, then I
would have understood. Had he kept the Iron Throne intact he could have used his
upcoming position as Duke to sanction Amn and increase our trading power over groups
like the Knights of the Shield. As it is, he is seemingly intent on abandoning us and
launching a bloodbath of a war. Know this: The people believe in Sarevok, and it will
take more than a blade to reduce his stature in the eyes of the public.
How can people believe in him? Can they not see his nature?
People see what they wish, and they really wish to see a savior. He offers stability
and seems able to deliver. That is more than anyone has been able to give them so far. I
tire of this chatter. If you feel you must strike me down, do as you wish. Do not expect
me to wait around while you do it though.
On the stairs, I stopped another of the Iron Thrones members headed downwards.
Who..?! Get out of my way! I dont care who you are, I just want out of here.
And just who are you?
Pang is the name, and Ill thank you kindly to get out of my way! I dont care why
youre hear. Take all you wish if you are thieves. I just want to leave. That Sarevok has
become too big for his britches. Our leaders werent a day dead before he declared the
Iron Throne to be his.
It does not matter. I will destroy all of you regardless.
The job has already been done! Who needs YOU when we have Sarevok?! If not
for that fool they have accused, I would have guessed Sarevok killed our leaders. He has
frittered away our gold, used our grandest plots to inflame governments, and done
nothing but laugh when accused of ruining our organization! He seems quite sane, so I
can only assume he has some motive of his own. It is not to the benefit of the Iron
Throne, that much is certain. Do what you will. I am leaving before anything else goes
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Who are you? Have you business here? Ah, what does it matter? Everything is in
shambles.
I expected more resistance to my breaking in. What is going on here?
There is very little going on here. Everything is falling apart as we speakand one
person is too blame.
And just who might that be?
I speak of Sarevok, the new self-proclaimed leader of the Iron Throne. My father
Bruno was barely a day dead when Sarevok made his claim, and now everything is
crumbling. I am sure he orchestrated the whole thing so he could gain control, but if he
wanted to run the organization, why does he act as though he does not care for it? I have
no idea, but I will put a blade in his belly before the day is through, regardless.
I left him to his daydreams, and continued climbing the stairs to the next floor. An
older woman briskly approached me at my appearance, impatiently peppering me with
questions.
You there! Stand your ground a moment! I demand to know what is going on here!
I have been sent from Sembia to determine why this branch of the Iron Throne has
foundered, and I have found no one who will stand still more than a second! What in
blazes is going on here?
Why not ask Sarevok? He seems to be the one in control now.
Sarevok? That upstart? Then the rumors I have heard are true. Our regional leaders
here are dead and Sarevok has assumed their roles. Such arrogance! No doubt he had a
hand in their demise, Ill wager! That would explain why we have not been getting
reports on progress here on the coast, but what could he be up to? I shall have to report
these findings to my superiors at once.
It seemed the allies of Sarevok I had expected to find were not here. I decided to
head for the top floor, to the offices of the Thrones leaders, to see if anyone was present.
In a narrow hallway leading to the main offices, I encountered a woman. I did not
recognize her, but she knew of me.
Mmmmmso youve come back. If you were smart Rolanna, you would have left
well enough alone. I dont know how you escaped my lords trap at Candlekeep, but you
wont be getting any further than here. Why did you come back here? I would have
thought that youd go after Sarevok directly?
Someone told us that this would be the place to go.
Who told you to come here?! Who betrayed my lord?! It was Tamoko wasnt it? I
realized I was talking to Cythandria, who Tamoko had implied had stolen Sarevoks
affection away. I always knew her to be a traitorous whore! Well it matters little if she
did or not, all that matters is that you will die! Ill make double sure of it!
I suddenly found myself the focus of two club-wielding ogres, which she had
previously magicked to be invisible and stand at the sides of the hall. Despite my
surprise, I was able to use my shield to fend off one, while striking at the other. Khalid
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space, shot arrows at the ogres who towered over my head. The ogres were no match for
me in ability, and they soon lay dead. Meanwhile, Cythandria had cast several spells,
which had either been ineffective, or had been countered by Imoen. Her face paled with
the death of her two servitors, and she held trembling hands up.
Wait! DO not kill meplease. II will tell you where to go to find my lord. The
Underthe Undercellars are where you wish to go. It is there that you will find Sarevok.
You can reach the Undercellars through the sewers. Please let me go now. I am
shamed by my lack of courage.
Give us all of your possessions and then get out of our sight!
Take everything! It matters littlemy life is forfeit. She slunk off after giving us
what she was carrying. It was an interesting collection of documents. I wondered if she
had intended to blackmail Sarevok; Tamoko had said she was an opportunist. I examined
the letters I had found.
Sarevok,
I have received your letter and am quite overjoyed by your proposition. I have told
my wife, and she is as excited as I am. I accept your mission and think that your
payment is very adequate. This will be our greatest feat yet! To kill three Grand
Dukes of Baldurs Gate! We will be arriving in Baldurs Gate within a week, and
should be taking up our usual residence at the Undercellar. If you wish to contact us,
you will find us there. Use the access points through the sewers.
Joyfully yours,
Slythe

Sarevok,
I must say that our first victim was not the challenge that my wife and I had
expected. The foppish idiot had only the most token of defense. However, I can
assure you that Entar screamed quite deliciously all the way to the end. I hope that
this next mission is much more difficult; from what you have told me it would seem
to be. Assassinating two Grand Dukes in their own palace, while they harangue the
high nobles of Baldurs Gate no less! I cant wait! You still know where to find us.
You should come down and enjoy the pleasures of the Undercellar for yourself; but
if I know you, thatll never happen.
Your obedient servant,
Slythe
Also present was the diary of Sarevok. It outlined all of his plans. I was surprised he
had dared to keep it.
14th of Eleint, 1367: Today Cormyr has instituted a ban against the Iron Throne from
operating within their borders. While this is a great blow to the Iron Throne, it is the
perfect opportunity for Reiltar to approach the Throne high council with his
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25th of Marpenoth, 1367: Davaeorn has sent a message to Reiltar, informing him
that the mines at Cloakwood have been drained and are ready for use. This revelation
should help greatly in convincing the Throne high council.
2nd of Nightal, 1367: The Iron Throne council has agreed to support Reiltars plan.
He has been given all the resources he needs, as well as leadership of the project. I
have expressed interest to my father, and he had promised to include me within the
operations along the Sword Coast. He mentioned mother in our conversation: how I
wasnt to be unfaithful to him as she had. He made it clear that I would suffer her
fate if I was. His threats are weak and hollow, and I shall listen to them for only so
long. I have decided to take this time to make my visit to Candlekeep. I have waited
a long time to research the prophecies of Alaundo, and I must know if the dreams
speak the truth. I will not believe the words of phantoms without proof, and the
Priest of Bhaal I confronted gave me nothing. He was old and died quickly in my
grasp. If the words are true, I shall surely groom stronger acolytes than this.
11th of Ches, 1368: My research has gone well. The monks here at Candlekeep have
been quite helpful. From what I have read, it would seem certain that the blood of
Bhaal does indeed flow through my veins. His prophecies are (of course) ambiguous,
but I think I understand them. He foresaw his coming death, and seeded his essence
across the land. The children born as a result bear the marks of chaos, have power
with no direction, and shall feel the blood of a god within them. The deaths they
bring shall awaken the father, and through them he will rise. It does not explicitly
say, but obviously this means that death wrought by the children will cause them to
ascend. Fitting, and since the father was the Lord of Murder, proving ones worth
must involve an act in accordance with his portfolio. I begin to see what I must do.
Death on a god-like scale.
3rd of Tarsahk, 1368: The monk Gorion troubles me. He seems to have taken an
interest in my readings. I must be careful to be more clandestine in my research. I
wish I could simply kill him, but I doubt I could safely murder him within this
damnable library.
11th of Tarsahk, 1368: I had a dream this night. My mother was talking to me, but as
she did her face became bloated and discolored. Her voice became weaker as she
spoke to me, telling me to save her from Reiltar. I could see the garrote cutting into
her neck, but I did nothing. It was only a dream.
27th of Tarsahk, 1368: I take my leave of Candlekeep now, and not a moment too
soon, for I am sure that Gorion has perceived my heritage. One thing that I am
certain of: Rolanna is, in actuality, one of Bhaals brood as well. Rolanna has all the
markings, and it would explain Gorions curiosity of my studies. Though there is
nothing I can do now, I will have to make certain to return and kill the little brat. It
would be foolish of me to let one of my siblings live, especially one being brought
up by the Harpers (and I am sure that is where Gorions allegiances lay).
5th of Mirtul, 1368: Today I met with Reiltar in Baldurs Gate. The fool still insists
on calling me his son, and for now I will let him. He assumes that I am loyal to him
because he raised me. Well, loyal I am, but only as long as he is useful. Hes set up a
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smoothly. Mulahey has established himself at the mines of Nashkel, and his kobold
minions should be already busily contaminating the iron ore. Only a few slaves have
begun to mine out the ore at Cloakwood, though Reiltar assures me that once the
bandit raids begin well have a steady supply of new slaves.
8th of Hammer, 1369: I met with the leaders of the Chill, and Black Talons. I have
little liking for Ardenor, the leader of the Chill, but Taugosz seems to be a man of his
word. It is a good thing, as Ill have to work with these mercenaries for the rest of the
year.
3rd of Tarsahk, 1370: Everything proceeds well. The ore coming from Nashkel has
started to deteriorate, and my mercenaries have been doing a fine job at destroying
any iron caravans on route to Baldurs Gate. Though some of my mercenaries have
been captured, most think they work for the Zhents, so no trouble has fallen on the
Iron Throne. I am sure that the Zhents at Darkhold wont be pleased to know that
their name has been falsely used. I will have to be wary for Zhentish agents in the
coming months.
28th of Tarsahk, 1370: I think I now have the time to deal with that old codger
Gorion, and his little whelp. I will have to inform my men that Ill be gone for the
next few weeks.
Undated: No time to write, but I must not neglect my journals so. The future dead
must know of how the Lord of Murder again came to them. I shall hire a scribe when
time allows. Things have not gone completely as I have planned, but I will still be
able to salvage the situation. Rolanna is on the move to Baldurs Gate; if I could
maneuver the whelp to Candlekeep, then I would have the perfect scapegoat for my
plan. My mortal father, Rieltar, is there to meet with the Knights of the Shield. He
has been blocking all my attempts to escalate the hostilities between Amn and
Baldurs Gate, and these meetings will only serve to smooth relations. I must rid
myself of them all and assume control of the Iron Throne myself. I cannot allow
petty business and monetary concerns to interfere. Terribly sorry, father, but my
true parentage calls and you are in my way. I shall be sure to instruct the
doppelgangers in the exact manner Reiltar should die. I think a garrote would be
perfect for the task.
So Sarevoks plan was to manufacture a war with Amn, a war which would serve
only to kill as many as possible on both sides. I had disrupted his plans, but Sarevok
could still succeed. There was no way he could possibly convince the other Grand Dukes
to follow through on what he wanted. Since he wanted them dead, I needed to keep them
alive until they could realize his treachery. First, I would deal with Duke Eltan.
I returned to the Headquarters of the Flaming Fist. I tried no subtlety, but banged on
the main doorway with the hilt of my sword. A guard unbarred it to see what we wanted;
he recognized me.
What foolishness is this?! Are you trying to storm the Flaming Fist compound?!
Youll find no friends here Rolanna! Angelo now commands the Flaming Fist. Friends of
Duke Eltan can only expect death from Angelos new order. To arms, to arms, Rolanna
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I forced my way inside, followed by my friends. Angelo was not present, but he had
left his supporters among the Flaming Fist in control. They refused to surrender, and we
killed the half dozen present. Upstairs, we found Duke Eltan in bed, attended by the false
healer Rashad.
Who are you? he demanded when we burst into the room. What are you doing
here?
We know who you are. I pointed the tip of my sword at his breast.
So, youve figured out the truth, meat. It will do you little good. GUARDS! Before
my guards get here, I should be able to deal with you myself.
The guards were already dead. The doppelganger soon followed. Duke Eltan gasped
his thanks when we were done.
I am again in your debt. That creature has kept me helpless for too long. Perhaps if I
hadnt been incapacitated I might have been able to prevent Scars death. -cough- Angelo
will soon hear of my recovery. It is important that you take me away from here; Im sure
Angelo wont want me coherent and among the living. Take me to the Harbormasters
building. The Harbormaster is a good friend of mine. I can rest there until Im fully
recovered. I fear for the lives of my fellow dukes, Liia and Belt. If they were to die,
Sarevok would take over the city. Hurry, we must make haste.
I recalled, when we had been exploring the sewers earlier, finding a secret entrance
that appeared to lead into the basement of this building, although we had not tried it then.
Khalid and I picked up Duke Eltan, and we hurried down to the basement. A quick search
revealed a secret entry into the sewers. I didnt have much time to form a plan, but came
up with the best one I could.
We followed the sewers to the harbor. Imoen exited first, sneaking in the shadows to
the Harbormasters building. After a short time the rest of us followed, Khalid and I still
carrying the cloak wrapped body of Duke Eltan. We started to carry him out onto one of
the piers, passing by the front of the Harbormasters building. We stopped for a moment.
When the party continued on, they were carrying the cloak wrapped form of Imoen. Near
the end of the pier, they threw the body into the harbor. Meanwhile, I was standing in
the shadows at the front of the building. With Duke Eltan over my shoulder, I forced the
door, entering. I roused the Harbormaster and explained my presence.
By the bitch queens breath! he exclaimed. Thats Duke Eltan ya have with you.
Hes looking in a bad way. Leave him here with me; Ill make sure hes alright. Youre
the people whove been working fer Scar and Eltan against the Iron Throne. Well Im
sure you have much to do so you should a get a move on it. Dont worry about Eltan, Ill
keep good care of him. Ive got to get him to a safe place, so good luck.
I returned to the Elfsong, where I met the others. A wet but grinning Imoen soon
joined us. I hoped I had created enough distraction to confuse any watchers as to the true
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Sarevok
I knew an entry to the Undercellars lay in the Blushing Mermaid. We walked to the
northeast section of the city, where it lay. As I was moving towards the entry, a man
stopped me, demanding to speak to me in a slurring voice. Jaheira whispered that he was
a drunk named Husam, who had delivered surprisingly accurate information in the past.
The drunk addressed me in a perfectly clear voice.
First off, my name really is Husam. I have never owned a business in Baldurs
Gate. My associates and I belong to an organization called the Shadow Thieves; Im sure
youve heard of us. Im here in the Gate because of the lies being spread about our
organization and the nation of Amn as a whole. Im sure youre aware how you were
framed as Amnish assassins while in Candlekeep, or how the deaths of Duke Entar
Silvershield and commander Scar were blamed on the Shadow Thieves. Wellwe had
nothing to do with it. It seems that someone is going to a lot of trouble to create a feeling
of animosity between Baldurs Gate and Amn. Amn has never been interested in a war
with this city and has definitely not been responsible for all of the troubles in this region.
All of that can be placed squarely upon the shoulders of the Iron Throne, or more
specifically Sarevok. Now that Ive told you who I am, perhaps you can tell me who you
are.
Were working with Harper assistance. Although Jaheira frowned, she didnt
gainsay me.
Harpers. They seem to meddle in everyones affairs.
How did you plan on helping us?
Ive been tracking the movements of two Night Masks whove been operating in the
city over the past few weeks. Id say they were responsible for framing the past several
murders on the Shadow Thieves. I know theyve been staying at a place called the
Undercellars. How bout we pay them a visit.
Show us the way. Half a dozen thieves appeared from the shadows around us.
Husam had been prepared if we had reacted badly to his disclosure.
Just follow us to the Ilmater shrine, it has one of the entrances to the Undercellars.
We walked a block to the shrine.
Here we are. The entrance is just in the back. Well stay up here and run
interference. The two youre looking for are named Slythe and Krystin. Talk to the priest
of Ilmater in the temple, hell get you into the Undercellars. Meet us up here when youve
dealt with the assassins.
Inside the shrine, the priest indeed revealed a most unexpected entry to the
Undercellars. Even if the assassins had watchers at the entrances, I doubted they knew of
this pathway. One of the assassins was not hard to find. He was in what was once a large
vault, now bowdlerized with low couches and comfortable cushions. He was male, but I
could not make out more due to some magic that shadowed his face. Several courtesans
of both sexes accompanied him.
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I dont know, Slythe, a female voice replied from the air. Theyre so big and
threatening. Oh, my mistake, I was thinking of someone else.
Ooh, shes got a tongue of steel and a heart of gold, my Krystin does. And shes
so pretty that she makes herself all invisible so guys dont give her hassle. Not that they
would with a tough guy like me looking after her, of course.
Slythie-baby, you tell them honey.
Oh Baby, you know me. You know your Slythie. Hey you, dont you go watchin
us go all mushy, alright? It aint none of your business. Whats that you whispering,
sweetheart? Hey, now my girl Krystin tells me that yous all have a soft spot for the Grand
Dukes. Sure is a shame about Entar Silvershield, isnt it?
One down and two to go. Poor Dukes. Wouldnt it have been better if they had
all died together?
Bah, Krystin, dont give it all away like that, now. Its onwhat do they call that
again, the silver bladder? Ah, enough of this cat and mouse stuff, anyhow. I aint cut out
for it. Well kill em now and do the Dukes after lunch like Sarevok said us to.
Mmm, I love you for your mind, Slythe.
Hey fellows, guess what time it is; yep, you got it, its time to die. Slythe drew a
dagger, the glistening blade hinting at some deadly poison coating it.
Ohhhh! Im so excited Slythe, Ive never heard real live heroes beg for their lives,
floated Krystins voice from near at hand.
We were not unprepared for this battle. Yeslick cast dispel magic, revealing the
hidden Krystin. I yelled to the others to take care of her; I concentrated on Slythe.
Youre all going to die. Im going to slit your throats, open up your guts and spoon
out your brains, yelled Krystin in excitement; a glance her way revealed she was
preparing a spell. I fought defensively against Slythe, more worried about his wounding
me with the dagger than trying to strike him. The concentrated arrow and spell fire on
Krystin proved more effective.
I cant take this, I cant! Im sorry darling, she yelled. Slythe half turned, yelling in
turn, Krystin, honey, dont break down on me here, I still need your help. I glanced
again her way. She attempted to run, but two more arrows sprouted from her back,
dropping her. Her death distracted Slythe. I hit him with two quick blows, sending him to
his knees. A final thrust to his heart finished him off. We quickly searched the assassins,
finding a letter on Slythe.
Slythe,
The time to strike is now. When the party commences on the night of my coronation,
you will join up with my doppelganger assassins at the sewer entrance to the palace.
You are to insinuate yourself into the crowd in the ballroom. When I am finished my
speech you will strike. If you arent there my doppelgangers will proceed without
you, and your payment will be forfeit. Make sure to keep a leash on your little bitch
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Sarevok
An invitation to the inauguration of the newest Grand Duke of Baldurs Gate at
Ducal Palace was also present. With shock, I noted it was for this night. Only the
assassins supreme self-confidence had caused them to dally in the Undercellars until the
last moment, allowing me to catch up with them. Outside, Husam was waiting for us.
How did you fare?
We killed both of them.
Good, did you find anything on their bodies?
We found several documents spelling out their next assassination. They were to join
with a group of doppelgangers to kill the two remaining Grand Dukes during the election.
We also found an invitation to Sarevoks coronation on their bodies. I was careful not to
imply that Duke Eltan might still be alive.
Thats happening tonight! If they succeed, Sarevok will have seized control of the
entire city. We should move immediately; we have to get to the Dukes before its too late.
We must gain entrance to the palace. You can use the invitation you found. The rest of us
will see if we can gain access though the sewers of the city. I dont know how successful
well be, so its really up to you Rolanna.
We hurried to the Ducal Palace. The commander of the Flaming Fist guard
detachment admitted us without trouble. Inside, I peered out at the grand hall from a side
doorway. Sarevok, in full armor, and the two remaining Grand Dukes were just preparing
to hold the ceremony of investiture. Behind Sarevok was Angelo, in civilian dress, and
two men dressed finely but otherwise nondescriptly. A hulking, armored figure in closed
helm could only be Tazok. A gaggle of nobles looked on. No guards were present, which
led me to hope Angelos closest supporters had all died in the raid on the Flaming Fist
headquarters.
I whispered to Kivan to run and tell the commander of the guard detachment outside
that he thought he had recognized the dangerous assassin Rolanna in the hall. I told
Jaheira, Yeslick and Imoen to prepare what defensive magic they could. I chanted a
prayer of protection for myself. Although, like always, I didnt know who I called upon, I
felt the magic settle over me.
In the hall, the Grand Dukes began to speak
Now that all of our guests have arrived, solemnly intoned the Grand Duke Belt,
we can begin with the ceremony that you have all been awaiting.
As all of you know, added Grand Duke Liia Jannath, this is a special occasion for
the city of Baldurs Gate. It is time for a new person to join the ranks of the Grand Dukes.
I do not wish to downplay the tragedy that we suffered with the loss of Entar Silvershield,
but this is not the time for us to show grief.
The votes have been tallied from those submitted by the landowners, stated Belt.
The result was nearly unanimous.
What of Duke Eltan, interrupted one of the onlookers, has his condition improved
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What about the rumors of Amn mobilizing for war, asked another. Why arent we
preparing for war?
With our iron shortage, said another voice, how are we to defend ourselves, who
will give us the iron we need?
What of the Zhentarim, clamored another, Ive heard that they may be somehow
involved.
I believe that Eltan was poisoned by members of the Shadow Thieves, declared the
first speaker, theyre obviously trying to kill our leaders.
All of your questions will be answered in due time, answered Belt in a calming
voice, you need not worry.
Entar was killed by Shadow Thieves; agents of Amn, insisted the first speaker. If
it isnt obvious to the rest of you, its obvious to me: Amn wants a war.
The evidence we have about Entars murder does resemble the work of the Shadow
Thieves, but started Liia.
Resembles! shouted one of the nobles in outrage. Thats ridiculous, the signature
left behind on the body WAS the mark of the Shadow Thieves. Are you blind and stupid,
woman?!
If I MAY continue, the signature left behind was very blatant and could have put
there to mislead all of us.
Who would want to mislead us!
Perhaps I could interject something, said Belt, before this meeting degenerates
into meaningless bickering. We are here to welcome our new Grand Duke, so perhaps we
should get on with it. He turned to Sarevok. Introducing the new Grand Duke, Sarevok
Anchev.
I am honored to be here before such a respected assemblage of noblemen. I
wondered if I was the only one who could hear the contempt in his voice. I accept my
new position with full awareness to my new responsibilities, and I will have many of
them. He struck a commanding pose, hands on his hips.
I would first like to address many of the questions that had been asked earlier. The
rumors about Amns mobilization for war are entirely true, as is the involvement of their
Zhentarim cohorts. But do not worry, we are not bereft of a defense. Although the recent
Zhentish attempt at depriving us of the most valuable war resource, iron, has weakened
us, it has not crippled us. When my father was most recently murdered, I inherited his
control over the western branch of the Iron Throne. They have a great deal of stockpiled
iron, enough for all of our needs. I will give this to the city to do with as you will.
Unfortunately our greatest military commander lies on his death bed, a grievous blow to
this city. To insure that the Flaming Fist is well led, I will be assuming control of the
mercenary regiment, with permission from its current steward, Angelo.
Behind me, I heard voices from the other doorway leading out of the small room in
which I stood. Kivan was arguing with the guard commander, and the commander was
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now trying to delay him. I mentally flipped a coin to honor Tymora, hoping Sarevok
would make his move before my presence here was unmasked.
Wait one moment, that is not in your power to decide, Belt was meanwhile
protesting in the hall.
Shut up, let Sarevok speak, demanded one of the nobles.
Instead of waiting for the war to come to us, we will take it to them, calmly
continued Sarevok. From the expressions on the faces of the two Grand Dukes, they did
not agree with this plan at all. With the Flaming Fist we should be able to easily take the
town of Nashkel, and then quickly fortify the mountain pass through the Cloud Peaks.
I could hear footsteps from the door behind me; in moments, the guards would enter.
It was time to stop waiting, and act. I hissed to those around me that they must attack
anyone trying to harm the Grand Dukes; I would take care of myself. I called out behind
me, yelling to the guards who were still not visible that the Grand Dukes were in danger.
I ran into the grand hall. To my pleasant surprise, I found I was running much more
quickly than normal. Imoens command of her magics had become quite impressive.
I stopped before the assembled Grand Dukes. What!? Who dares to interrupt!
stormed Sarevok. As I had hoped, the transformed nobles took my sudden appearance as
the signal to attack. Half a dozen nobles became doppelgangers. Sarevok stepped back,
no doubt as part of the plan, so that the real nobles in the hall would see the assassins first
kill Belt and Liia. By the time they got to Sarevok, the guards would have arrived,
beating them off. The assembled nobles were then to declare Sarevok virtual dictator by
acclamation. A desperate plan, which was not guaranteed to succeed even if I was not
present. However, I was present, and in position to stop him.
The doppelgangers leapt at the Grand Dukes. I struck at the backs of the
doppelgangers. The assembled nobles mainly cried out in fear and backed away from the
combat. In a few moments, the Flaming Fist guards joined the battle against the
doppelgangers. With backup from the rest of my party, the doppelgangers were quickly
destroyed. The Grand Dukes, although injured, were not seriously hurt.
It was lucky that such brave persons as yourselves intervened on our behalf, said
Belt. Is there anything that I can do for you in return.
We have Sarevoks diary! I held it out to him. Take a look through it. Sarevok is
the one who tried to kill you, had Entar killed and nearly killed Eltan.
Ill take a look, stated Belt, but if youre wrong, the punishment for such false
accusations is severe.
Angelo! yelled Sarevok. These are the ones wanted on multiple counts of murder,
KILL them.
Belt held up his hand. They are not to be touched until I have finished reading these
documents.
You dont need to read that document, snarled Sarevok, but since I know youre
too stupid to take my advice, Ill just take your head. Sarevok pulled the two handed
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I killed Gorion. The only way youll ever live in peace is if you kill me first. He
advanced towards me, saying, Killing is our fathers work; embrace it as I have. Before
we could exchange blows, one of the men with Sarevok cast a spell. Sarevok and his
party disappeared.
I think it is in your best interest to hunt Sarevok and kill him before he does the
same to you. Belt obviously needed no more convincing of Sarevoks evil intent.
I think youre right, the only problem is finding the bastard.
Through the power of my god, I should be able to divine his location. Just wait a
moment, and Ill tell you where he has gone. He concentrated a few moments before
continuing. He has been teleported to the Thieves Guild. I will dimension fold you to
where he has gone. From there you can follow him, and kill him. Good luck.
I found myself with the others of my party, Imoen, Yeslick, Kivan, Jaheira and
Khalid, standing in the Thieves Guild. A thief cried out at our appearance.
What is this! It seems like everyones crashing in on the Thieves Guild these days.
First that huge armored guy, and now you! You better tell me what youre here about,
and right quick, or youre in a lot of trouble!
Were tracking down Sarevokthe huge armored guy. Where did he go?
He went down the stairs right over there. He was sure in a hurry. Down theres the
thief warrens, and theyre really dangerous.
We ran down the indicated stairs. At the bottom was an injured thief, lying against
the wall and trying to stop the bleeding in her side with her hand.
Blast you all thrice over! I dont know who you be, but if you are in league with
him that cut me down you can all go straight to Hades! May the spirits of those that built
this maze take you down!
You look injured. Who has done this to you?
Who? Sarevok it was! I recognized him from when I wasehhhexploring the
Iron Throne base the other day. Ill be alright, he was in too much of a hurry to do a
proper job on me. Youve got my blessings if youre tracking him down.
Could you guide me through the maze so I can find him?
HA! ErI mean, no. No, I wont be doing that. I aint ever seen anyone walk out of
that maze alive. Not that you wont survive or anything. I bet you just waltz through
without a problem. Yes sir. Ill just wait here to hear about it though. I aint got no wish
to meet the undead that maintain her, nor the jellies that keep her clean. Gottagotta
catch my breath, you understand.
Where does the maze lead?
I dont rightly know, though it is said there is a city beneath this one. Some
archaeologist smart-arsed sage might be able to tell you more about it. Its not a proper
city down there, you understand. Just the remains. Not surprising, really. If the site that
Baldurs Gate is built on is so appealing, it would figure that there would have been one
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I understand. Rest ye well. Yeslick cast a quick curing on her wound.


Yeah, whatever. Just you be sure to give that Sarevok a shank o steel.
The warren of narrow passages indeed formed a maze. We faced jellies and skeletal
undead, as well as deadly traps. We fought our way down one passage and up another.
We finally ended up at an opening; a slight breeze pulled at our backs, disappearing into
the blackness before us. Before the doorway lay a wounded man. I recognized him as the
mage who had cast the teleportation spell back in the grand hall.
Well well, he coughed, I thought it would be you. Quite the little family reunion
shaping up now, isnt it? I knew you would follow; you two are of the same blood. You
must take the fight to him, lest he strike you down at his leisure. Not that it will matter;
you have already beaten him. His plans are in ruins and his allies are fleeing in droves.
Such glorious goals they were, though none understood the true desire behind them.
None but me, that is. Unfortunately I am now expendable, but I expected no less.
What was your role in this? Why did you help him if you knew you were to be cast
aside?
What was my role? I was Sarevoks mentor, and tutored him in the blackest of
rituals. If he were to succeed there is no doubt I would be among the dead, but my name
would live on in his wake. There are things beyond death if you die in the right fashion,
and how could there not be a place in history for the architect that shaped the actions of
the ascending Lord of Murder? You would not understand; you were born to affect the
Realms. The rest of us must carve our own place by whatever means necessary.
Where has he gone? He cannot hope to hide from me!
Oh, Sarevok is not intent on hiding. You have stripped him of any pretense; there is
no longer any point in him maintaining his respectable veneer. Only the most fanatical or
fearful of his allies stand by him now. He will gather what resources he can and move on.
Of course he knows that you must come to confront him and that it is to his advantage to
choose the battleground. There is an altar in the Undercity; it was to be where the ritual
would take place, but now serves as his last refuge.
If anyone besides Sarevok deserved death, it was the one before me. But despite my
heritage from the Lord of Murder, I was sick of death.
I would kill you, but perhaps the anonymity you have attained is punishment
enough. Get out of my sight! I told Yeslick to bandage his wounds, but not to waste any
magical healing that we might need.
Your charity is admirable. You have definitely taken a separate path than Sarevok,
though I wonder if it shall truly matter in the end. Leave me, I am no longer a threat to
you or anyone. Im just going to rest here a while.
The opening led into a natural tunnel. The tunnel led to a cavern. In the cavern were
the ruins of a city. We entered one of the streets of this long forgotten place. Ghouls
swarmed forth to attack, but after we killed a few the rest ran off.
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A rather strange place to meet living members of the sunlit realms, greeted their
leader when they got closer, I am curious as to why you are here. Could I rightly assume
that you have something in common with the man Sarevok Anchev?
We have nothing to do with Sarevok! He is a vile man, deserving only death.
You have a strong hatred of him then? He doesnt seem to be that skilled at making
friends. I am Rahvin, in the employ of the Iron Throne. My companions and I have
traveled from Sembia to learn what has been happening to our operations in Baldurs
Gate. It seems that Sarevok has been quite busy, murdering Rieltar and any other who got
in his way. What hes done to you is anyones guess. Wait! I recognize you now.
Youre Rolanna! Ahso youve come down here to end your crusade against the Iron
Throne. Well, itll be simple enough to dispatch you before we do Sarevok. My superiors
will be quite happy to learn of your demise.
I would have been willing to join forces against our common enemy, but instead they
forced a battle, a battle they lost. After the battle was over and they lay dead, I told my
companions to rest and recuperate for a while. Sarevok was waiting for us; he could wait
as long we needed to prepare ourselves.
As I rested, I slipped into sleep. In sleep, I was the monster everyone claimed I was;
the kobold scorned like a rodent; the ogre that children fear comes in the night. The mobs
and their torches now came for me, counting me among the creatures I once did hunt. Or
so someone would have had me believe.
Again I heard the voice; a voice that now made no secret of its origins. It spoke of
destiny and nature, and of evils bred in the bone. It said I would never be free of the mob;
that they would hunt me for what I was. Murder and death ran through my heart, and
accepting that would supposedly give me power. The essence of Bhaal within me could
not be ignored.
But I had not ignored it. I realized that from the first I had fought the very blood in
my veins, fought dagger and claw for each victory, and, at least for now, I had triumphed.
With righteous will, I had turned the dark forces within me to good purpose. Whatever
the foundation of my being, I had remade myself in my own image.
Amidst threats it did not yet know were empty, the voice tried to play upon my
doubts, but found none. As I stared unwavering, the presence grew weaker and weaker.
As it faded from my mind, one warning did stand out amidst the din. It spoke of others
that would listen where I had not, others that would embrace what I had rejected, and
others that would be my death. This described but one man, and I knew of no other it
could be. He who orchestrated my fall, deceived my comrades, and deserved all that my
justice should mete upon him. Sarevok.
I awoke. I considered the threat I had received regarding Sarevok, but I also
considered the source. I wasnt going to allow myself to be pushed into any course of
action.
After our rest, we continued down the broad street. Ahead, a large building was
visible off to our right, surrounded by a tall wall. From what I could see, the building
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walls. When we reached the gate in the wall surrounding the building, we found Tamoko
waiting for us. Somehow, she must have learned of Sarevoks flight and sought him out.
Hello again, Rolanna. I fear this time I have not come to speak, and must take up
arms against you. You haveyou have done what you must, I suppose. Sarevok knows
of my treachery, you know. He has forsaken me, left me to die in your path. I must fight
to regain his trust, hisattention. And so I stand before you, knowing that if I defeat you
he will continue his plans elsewhere and I shall lose him, and if you defeat me, you shall
go on to kill him. He will not yield to either of us. I haveI have no choice.
Perhaps it was only the romantic idealism of someone who has never experienced the
emotion, but I thought Tamokos only real crime lay in loving the wrong man. I found
that in my heart I could even forgive her aid in attacking Gorion. I cannot harm you.
You are not my enemy.
You must! she cried, blocking the gateway with drawn weapon. I stand before
you, I block your path! I am an obstacle that holds you back! You will freeyou will
fight me!
If you would throw your life away, then you are already dead. If that is your choice,
then you do not need me.
Youyou are not so alike after all, she said, tears springing to her eyes. He
would not have hesitated for an instant. Perhapsperhaps it is more than his blood that
makes him the way he is. I have been a fool. Go! Your path is clear and I wish you well.
One last word in passing: beware of the blindness of those who would follow, and the
damnable lure of those who would lead. A fool I was, and others are still. Ready yourself
for the fire to come. She sheathed her weapon, turning to walk down the street I had just
come from.
The double doors of the building were intact, despite the passage of years. We
prepared, casting spells upon ourselves, and discussing plans. I pushed open the doors,
striding forward to lead the others into the building.
We stood in a hall, occupying the entire interior. Statuary along the walls, along with
the general design, led me to believe this must once have been a temple. A symbol, a face
in a stylized circle, was carved into the floor at the center of the room. It was unfamiliar
to me.
At the far end of the hall was a dais, with what once must have been an altar at the
far end. On the dais stood Sarevok, Angelo, Tazok and a nameless mage who had been
with him in the Ducal Palace.
You are indeed family, bellowed Sarevok. No other could have lived to oppose
me in person. Of course, it will not matter in the end. Ultimately I will prevail, and a new
era will be born unto the Realms.
Despite the assassins hired to kill me, I believe Sarevok actually hoped I would
survive, and grow stronger. After all, what better way to cap his bloody try at godhood
than to kill another child of Bhaal almost as strong as himself? His plans hadnt worked
out quite as he had hoped. I found the confrontation wasnt as I had expected, either. I
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Perhaps, if he had been fortunate enough to experience my upbringing, he could have


been different. Perhaps it wasnt too late, if only I could convince him.
There must be another way, brother! We could rally, and fight this evil together!
Do you not yet realize? There is no great evil to fight, save that within ourselves!
But together we could face such evil, regardless of its source. Together we could be
stronger!
I cannot be stronger; I am strong now! There was no doubt in his voice; despite all
that had happened, he still had the conviction of the insane in his success. It is you who
are the weak one, you who destroyed your slayer within. I have TAMED mine, and use
him as I see fit! The god is dead but his power is there, waiting for a will. That will is
mine, and all others will fall by the wayside! Come and face your brother! Face me! Face
the new LORD OF MURDER! Angelo! Tazok! Lets finish this now! Sarevok raised his
great two-handed sword over his head, wordlessly yelling his anger at the world.
The nameless mage died then. Yeslick dispelled the magical protections about him,
and two arrows from Kivan and Khalid ended his life.
Sarevok and Tazok rushed forward. Somewhere in the maze behind us Tazok had
lost his helm, leaving his bestial, snarling head visible. Creatures appeared around
Sarevok. Imoen was keeping to the plan, distracting Sarevok while we concentrated on
his minions first. With a cry of rage, Kivan started sending arrows towards Tazok,
seeking to avenge the death of his beloved Deheriana.
Angelo had stayed back on the dais, and was now launching potent arrows our way,
which burst in fire when they struck. I ran towards him, again greatly speeded by Imoens
magic. He drew a blade at my approach. I crossed swords with him, and almost
immediately nicked his arm. He was still wearing the finery he had on at the Ducal
Palace. He had cast magical shielding about himself, but it was insufficient to turn my
blade. I concentrated on offense, ignoring Angelos blows, which did not penetrate my
armor. I landing a heavy blow on his swordarm, causing his weapon to skitter away
across the stone floor. He gaped at me. I didnt hesitate; a swipe of my sword lifted his
head from his shoulders.
Behind me, Jaheira was calling out my name. I turned around. Sarevok had almost
finished with the monsters surrounding him. The party members were clustered near the
temple door, although I couldnt make out if Imoen was with them. If she was no longer
conjuring monsters, I feared what might have happened to her.
With a shout, I raced towards Sarevok. As I ran, I vaulted over the corpse of Tazok,
an arrow sticking from his throat, another from his left eye.
Your death is inevitable! yelled Sarevok, turning on me. He swung his two-handed
sword. I blocked with my shield, but the power behind the blow was immense, numbing
my arm. I found myself backing away, trying to dodge blows, barely able to move my
shield. I managed a few weak return cuts, but they only shallowly scarred his armor.
Sarevok was wearing full plate, completely covering his body, except for his head. There,
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was careful to keep his head turned away from my friends, the only place my friends
arrows and sling stones could easily bite.
My blade will cut you down to size! Imoen yelled from near at hand. Sarevok
screamed. Imoen had appeared behind him, thrusting her short sword into his back.
Sarevok whirled, catching Imoen in the side with his sword as she tried to back away. His
blow threw her to side; she had nearly been severed.
With Sarevoks back to me, I could see a narrow, bloody gap between his breastplate
and the armor below, where Imoen had made her thrust. With a cry of mingled hurt and
rage, I aimed for the same spot, driving my sword into him. With another scream Sarevok
collapsed to the ground. I crouched over the hilt of my sword, pushing, driving it
completely through his body. Sarevok turned to look at me.
I do not fear deathdo you? he whispered. His eyes closed. His flesh, his sinews,
even his bones, began to dissolve before my eyes, fading, gone. I was holding the hilt of a
sword thrust through empty armor.

Postscript
I gathered up the body of my closest friend Imoen. I also took Sarevoks sword, to
prove to the Grand Dukes that he was dead. I heard that later, when the Flaming Fist
came back to the ruined temple, they found the bodies missing, no doubt dragged off by
ghouls.
I returned to the Temple of Helm as soon as I reached the surface. There they were
able to resurrect Imoen. I have never been so relieved as when Imoen opened her eyes,
sat up, and said, You old rumjake fool! Lets get back to traveling the good road, eh?
While we were still all expressing our joy at Imoens rejoining us, and Imoen was trying
to pretend nothing special had happened, Elminster walked into the temple.
Why, hello! he greeted me. A glorious end to this bit of unpleasant business, was
it not? I would not expect great accolades for your efforts, however, as this matter is
likely to be hushed as soon as possible. Still, many of the Realm know of thy battle and
think highly of thee for it. A great evil has been routed; let us hope that others of this
unfortunate heritage do not seek the same path.
Jaheira some days later confided that when she had asked around among her Harper
friends, the consensus was that on death Sarevoks soul had joined that of his dead father,
which explained his odd dissolution. Others can hope for some sort of afterlife when they
die. I can only expect to share the nothingness of my dead father, Bhaal. All the more
reason to make the most of the only life I have.
I asked Yeslick to record my thoughts on what had happened to me, this record, in
which I was aided by Imoens great memory. Reading what he has written, I see that
Yeslick has chosen to twist what I have told him, sometimes even adding words I dont
understand. But the meaning still comes through. I hope what is written here will prove
of use to those who come after me.
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Baldurs Gate and Tales of the Sword Coast

Some tales defy all logic or explanation when posed to the sane mind, and it is a
story just so that I give to you now. Much of it is already known, due to the celebrity of
those involved, though many may find it truly shocking how deep the seeds of
destruction were sown. Beloved Sarevok, a man among men, set to all but rule the coast,
was actually a core architect of the very iron shortage that so unraveled the economy of
the land, and had a hand in the poisoning of Duke Eltan that directly led to his rise to
power. We were but seconds away from the first step down that path when from the
shadows again stepped the unknown group of my previous tales. None can say
definitively what happened next, though it is certain that Sarevok was pursued to the very
bottom of the undercity, and from there he did not return. Ill wager many would just as
soon have seen him chased to the 9th plane itself, as he hurt many of the folk of the land,
both directly and indirectly.
Volothamp Geddarm

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