gtu_iwdee.tra

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@903 = ~A list of scribbled notes...

* Marketh – Leader of an unconfirmed slave force. Formerly a thief and assassin occasionally working for various mercenary companies.
* Malavon (Many Eyes?) – Sorcerer of great power. Usurper. Drow?
* Shikata – Beast from the Elemental Plane of Fire. Relationship unknown.
* Arundel – Spiritual "leader" of Kuldahar. Archdruid. To be removed before he seeks aid.
* Hrothgar – Effective leader of Easthaven. Could be trouble. Suspect Old Enemy may remove him.
* Everard – Priest of Tempus in Easthaven. Hard to read. May need to remove. Could incite barbarians and locals to fight.
* Frost Giants – Relationship unknown. Believed to be making deal with Old Enemy.
* Maiden Ilmadia – Elven warrior (virgin?). Strange. Seen skulking by the Severed Hand.
* Orrick – Mage from Kuldahar. Secretive. Probably no threat.
* Brother Poquelin – Traveling priest of Ilmater. Strange icons on clothes. Relationship unknown.

Roster: 1 score lizard men, 1 score trolls, 3 score cold wights, 5 undead lieutenants, 5 histachii, et al.~

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@2324 = ~A massive stone monument with~

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@3006 = ~'Tis a long, cold journey to my corpse, fool!~

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@3024 = ~An extremely vivid piece of clothing, the Mantle of Hell's Furnace was woven from the beards of fiery azer. It was worn by a high priest of Kossuth named Ullabem for fifteen years before he was killed fighting a priestess of Istishia. When the priestess attempted to destroy it, efreet allies of Ullabem tracked her down and killed her. One of the efreeti kept the cloak until it was requested of him by a clever thief who summoned the genie out of an enchanted block of sandalwood. It is believed that the cloak retains its powers until they are used a certain number of times. Once that point is reached, the cloak is summoned back to the Elemental Plane of Fire.

STATISTICS:

Charge abilities:
– Agannazar's Scorcher
  Damage: 3d6 fire to target (no save), 2d8 fire to all in path (Save vs. Spell for half)
  Range: 40 ft.

– Burning Hands
  Damage: 1d3+6 fire (Save vs. Spell for half)
  Range: 0
  Area of Effect: 7-ft. cone with 90-deg. arc

– Charm Fire Elemental Kin
  Range: 60 ft.
  Duration: 1 turn

Weight: 4~

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@3077 = ~An excerpt...

"One of the first steps towards living in harmony with animals is learning to respect our ever-changing relationship with animals. Many people think of humans and demihumans as being superior to animals. However, as I've already stated, the criteria for 'superiority' is very subjective. For this reason, we must view our relationship with the animals of the wild on a personal and ever-changing basis. Give the creatures the respect they deserve, but always remember that predators are predators, no matter how much you respect their territory."~

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@3078 = ~An excerpt...

"The Grand Raik is easily recognizable by its distinctive hooked jaw and the blue and white spots on its fins. Typically the size of a human adolescent, Grand Raiks are capable of putting up a great fight against the fishermen who seek them out. Unlike Lesser Raiks, Grand Raiks are very aggressive towards fellow fish in their territory, rarely stopping until they die or the intruders have fled. Grand Raiks have been known to attack fish three times their size. One fisherman from Selgaunt even claimed that he saw a Grand Raik attack and kill a Mottled Sidi Octopus..."~

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@3184 = ~An excerpt...

"...the industrious halflings, however, see nothing wrong with this. To them, utility is the chief purpose of their craft. It must be stated that the discovery of very elaborate Lurien pottery set with lapis and malachite is exceedingly rare. Most of these pieces are believed to have originated from a specific period in Lurien history around 750-830 DR. In general, the halfings of Lurien make simple pots that are bottom heavy and constructed of common brown-red clay. Glaze, when used, is typically ochre or bright green in hue..."~

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@3188 = ~An excerpt...

"...we Eldathyn believe that the only real way to live honestly is to resist the temptation to strike out in anger when things are against us. Violence arises from suffering and, as a result, can do nothing but cause more suffering in its occurrence. Some of our critics point to the state of nature to invalidate our philosophy. Some believe that the existence of storms and tremors in nature proves that nature is inherently violent.

There is a simple argument against this, however. Nature is a gift from the gods, but it functions as an independent system, a science, if you will. Nature is not inherently violent because disposition towards violence is a property only thinking beings possess. While there are violent acts in nature, nature is not inherently violent. Nature is simply nature..."~

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@3226 = ~A particularly militant group of Silvanite druids created this ironshod staff to mete out nature's punishment on those who defile forests and show disrespect towards druidic orders. Silvanites typically used the staff on priests of Malar and the other Gods of Fury.

STATISTICS:

Charge abilities:
– Entangle (Save vs. Spell each round negates)
  Range: Visual range of the caster
  Duration: 1 turn
  Area of Effect: 12-ft. radius

– Flame Strike
  Damage: 6d8 fire (Save vs. Spell for half)
  Range: Visual range of the caster
  Area of Effect: 5-ft. radius

THAC0: +1
Damage: 1d6+1 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 3
Proficiency Type: Quarterstaff
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 5 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@3240 = ~An excerpt...

"I am simply an amateur when it comes to botany, but I daresay that I know my way around a patch of ivy better than the next man. Most botanists will attempt to tell you 'rules' about how one should care for their ivy. Unfortunately, these bumbling buffoons haven't spent enough time researching all of the different types of ivy to learn their subtle differences. Why, just the other day, some fool on the hill told me that jangling bell ivy should be planted in relatively moist soil next to blossoming garters. As any ivy scholar worth his weight in dirt knows, blossoming garters require such a huge amount of water that one would drown the jangling bell just by tending to the garters. 'Moist' does not mean 'soaked.' I ask you, what will it take to educate these comical jesters of the scientific community?"~

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@3254 = ~An excerpt...

"...our principle stance is one of rejection. The fundamental beliefs of the churches of fury are anathema to our own. The Gods of Fury stress everything that is selfish, physically abusive, and destructive. The Malarites care only for proving their temporal power through the senseless butchering of animals. The Aurilites seem to delight in causing death by freezing whenever possible, removing every shred of heat from their domains. Priests of Talos simply revel in destruction for its own sake and their own personal pleasure. Our brothers and sisters in the church of Umberlee cause havoc with the waves for the sole reason of terrifying travelers and fishermen into bowing before their childish god. As much as we Eldathyn might denounce the beliefs of these religions, there is an even greater question to be asked. What kind of afterlife can these self-serving priests expect to find in the domains of their self-serving gods?"~

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@3325 = ~A story...

"Two chaste shukenja were walking down the road in the rain when they came across a beautiful young woman taking shelter under a tree. She called out to the monks to carry her across a small stream. The first monk immediately moved to help the woman while the second silently protested. The first monk scooped the beautiful lady up in his arms and carried her across the stream, promptly setting her down and continuing on his way. The second monk remained silent for several minutes as the woman disappeared from view. Finally, he spoke to his brother.

'We shukenja are not supposed to have contact with women! Why did you pick that woman up so casually and carry her across the stream?'

The first monk replied,

'Brother, I set the woman down long ago. Why is it that you have not?'"~

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@3333 = ~An excerpt...

"The Kraken Society

"Recently established near the Ruins of Ascale, the Kraken Society is a group of criminal information gatherers spread across the North. Their organization is said to consist mostly of thieves and priests of Umberlee who work for a mysterious overlord. Often referred to as the 'Heralds of the Sea,' the Kraken Society employs torture, kidnappings, and assassination in its efforts to be in the know. Their symbol is a many-tentacled purple squid."~

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@3335 = ~An excerpt...

"The Kraken Society

"Recently established near the Ruins of Ascarle, the Kraken Society is a group of criminal information gatherers spread across the North. Their organization is said to consist mostly of thieves and priests of Umberlee who work for a mysterious overlord. Often referred to as the 'Heralds of the Sea,' the Kraken Society employs torture, kidnappings, and assassination in their efforts to control knowledge. Their symbol is a purple squid with many tentacles."~

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@4365 = ~Container of Razorvine Extract~

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@4369 = ~A small steel dagger with a shadowtop handle, Applebane was once owned by the halfling thief Peliwen Redgrass. Peliwen was a kind but morose individual who spent most of his time sitting in a large rocking chair that he took with him on adventures. Before important adventures, he would just sit in his rocking chair and eat apples with the aid of his dagger. Peliwen's blade was so rarely used for combat that his comrades started calling it "Applebane."

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +1
Damage: 1d4+1 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 1~

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@4382 = ~Oddly enough, this shard of bone is shaped in a form similar to a Kris. What is even more unique is that the hilt of the Kris will occasionally secrete a black poisonous ichor.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– 20% chance target suffers 1 poison damage per second for 3 rounds (Save vs. Poison negates)

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d4+2 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@5386 = ~::The dreams were the only way I could speak to him.:: ::The blade is for him.:: ::I only wish him to dwell in the waves beside me.::~

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@6098 = ~This once-shattered blade lay in the breast of Icasaracht, the last of the white dragon matriarchs that ruled the Spine of the World. It was wielded by Aihonen, a distant ancestor of Jhonen the fisherman in Easthaven—the sword has lain at the bottom of the lake for almost a century, waiting to be returned to one of its wielder's bloodline. How it has been restored to its original state is unknown, but whatever the reason, it looks like a powerful weapon that can help you free Easthaven from Brother Poquelin.

The blade seems to draw its strength from Lac Dinneshere itself. As long as the wielder is within a dragon's flight distance of the lake, the blade is a fearsome weapon.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Maximum Hit Points: +5 within a dragon's flight distance of Lac Dinneshere
– Fire Resistance: +25%
– Cold Resistance: +25%

THAC0: +1, +5 within a dragon's flight distance of Lac Dinneshere
Damage: 1d8+1, +5 within a dragon's flight distance of Lac Dinneshere
Damage Type: Slashing
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Long Sword
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 6 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@6327 = ~The typical dagger has a pointed, usually double-edged blade, as opposed to a knife, which has a single edge and is a bit shorter.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +1
Damage: 1d4 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 1~

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@6340 = ~The longbow is similar to the shortbow, except that the staff is about as tall as the archer is, usually six to six-and-a-half feet. It has better range and accuracy than the shortbow, but a slower Speed Factor.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +2
Damage:
Speed Factor: 7
Proficiency Type: Longbow
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 12 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@6371 = ~Black Dragon Scale~

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@6376 = ~The morning star is a wooden shaft topped with a metal head covered by a spiked iron sheath. Morning stars have an overall length of about four feet. Some such weapons have a round, oval, or cylindrical head studded with spikes. Extending from most morning star heads, regardless of design, is a long point for thrusting.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +1
Damage: 2d4 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 7
Proficiency Type: Flail/Morning Star
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 11 Strength

Weight: 12~

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@6466 = ~Girdles are generally similar to belts. Unlike belts, girdles are not used to hold up pants and dungarees, but to carry pouches, scabbards, and the like.

STATISTICS:

Weight: 2~

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@6484 = ~[Gorion's Note]Hello <GABBER>,
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 Faerûn, 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~

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@6489 = ~[Note for Mulahey 2]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. Don't reveal your presence to the miners or you will find yourself swamped by soldiers from the local Amnish garrison. My 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 don't want to deal with iron coming from the Nashkel mines so don't fail in your duty.

TAZOK~

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@6490 = ~[Note for Tranzig]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~

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@6491 = ~[Note for Daveaorn 1]Davaeorn,
I have received your request for extra slaves. They will be sent as soon as possible. Events go well in Baldur's 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~

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@6492 = ~[Note for Daveaorn 2]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 Baldur's Gate. We have placed our first agent among the ranks of the Seven Suns trading coster.

Rieltar.
Flamerule, 1368~

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@6493 = ~[Note for Daveaorn 3]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 stronghold.

Rieltar.
Elient, 1370~

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@6658 = ~Wand~

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@6690 = ~Wand of Paralyzation~

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@6704 = ~Flail~

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@6720 = ~The typical dagger has a pointed, usually double-edged blade, as opposed to a knife, which has a single edge and is a bit shorter.

STATISTICS:

Damage: 1d4 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 1~

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@6734 = ~Sling~

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@6737 = ~Bastard Sword~

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@6740 = ~Bastard Sword +1, +3 vs. Shapeshifters~

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@6741 = ~Long Sword~

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@6745 = ~Short Sword~

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@6746 = ~Short Sword~

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@6750 = ~Short Sword of Backstabbing~

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@6756 = ~A bullet is simply a rounded, well-balanced stone.

STATISTICS:

Damage: 1d4+1 (missile)
Launcher: Sling

Weight: 0~

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@6765 = ~Arrow of Detonation~

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@6781 = ~Which number comes next in the following sequence: 4, 7, 12, 19, 28, 39~

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@6824 = ~Boots are normally hand-made by cobblers. Common boots are made by using a form, but good boots are designed for the foot of an individual.

STATISTICS:

Weight: 4~

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@6835 = ~Ring of Invisibility~

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@6855 = ~The morning star is a wooden shaft topped with a metal head covered by a spiked iron sheath. Morning stars have an overall length of about four feet. Some such weapons have a round, oval, or cylindrical head studded with spikes. Extending from most morning star heads, regardless of design, is a long point for thrusting.

STATISTICS:

Damage: 2d4 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 7
Proficiency Type: Flail/Morning Star
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 11 Strength

Weight: 12~

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@6878 = ~Heavy Crossbow of Accuracy~

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@6888 = ~Light Crossbow of Speed~

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@6922 = ~The dart is a small, easily concealable missile weapon that is thrown rather than fired from a bow or other launcher.

STATISTICS:

Damage: 1d3 (missile)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dart
Type: One-handed

Weight: 0~

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@6964 = ~Holy Symbol~

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@7015 = ~Potion of Absorption~

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@7068 = ~Potion of Petrification~

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@7101 = ~Potion of Regeneration~

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@7102 = ~Potion of Insight~

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@7156 = ~Manual of Quickness of Action~

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@7284 = ~History of Amn:

Amn has the good fortune to have abundant natural resources; some would say Amn is the richest land on the continent. This has worked in Amn's favor for generations, because even if they were conquered, the new masters would be gentle, looking to gain wealth from the land, rather than to put it to the torch.

Amn has been a center of trade and commerce for as long as anyone can remember. Oral traditions handed down from father to son tend to support the theory that Amn has been a trade center for at least 800 years. Unfortunately, written records are difficult to find and often incomplete. It would seem the typical Amnish citizen was too busy trying to fill their coffers to write down events of the day.

Amn has always been more interested in the present and the future than the past, and this makes an accurate history difficult. The best records, the business papers of the oldest trading companies, are jealously guarded. The fear of revealing "trade secrets" is stronger than the call of history, so the average citizen knows very little about Amn's past.

It appears that the Amn of 100 years ago was very much like the Calimshan of today. Each major city was basically an independent entity, banding together for defense when necessary, and fighting for control of territory and profitable trade routes the rest of the time. A particularly brutal trade war began 24 years ago, with each city exacting prohibitive tariffs on goods imported from the others. The trade war escalated, and city troops began to raid caravans sponsored by other cities. In a matter of months commerce was brought to a halt, a number of cities were under siege, and war threatened to engulf the entire region.

Into the breach stepped a young merchant named Thayze Selemchant. Thayze was smart, charismatic, and very well connected (the Selemchant trading house was one of the oldest and richest in Athkatla.) He secretly contacted representatives of the five other richest merchant houses in Amn, and started to plan.

The first part of the plan involved the careful sprinkling of rumors about outside threats. One involved a pirate invasion from the Nelanther, another was about a massing of orcs just on the other side of the Cloud Peaks. Thayze even started a rumor about an elf army in the Forest of Tethir, ready to pounce on a divided Amn. None of the rumors were true, but they began to turn people's thoughts toward unity, not war.

Thayze knew that if he and the other members of his council were to take control of Amn, they would need broad-based popular support. Tensions between cities and merchant houses were still high, so to get that support, Selemchant and the others agreed to drop their family names and never use them again.

When news of a "Council of Six" spread throughout the land, many people accepted their rule. A group that would unite Amn under one rule, governing for the benefit of all instead of one city or trading company over another, was indeed a welcome change. The Council raised an army (at great personal expense) to quell the few pockets of resistance that remained, and have been in total control of Amn for the past 22 years.~

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@7287 = ~History of Gondegal the Lost King:

Arabel, long under the dominion of Cormyr, for a time became the center of a swordsman's empire. This swordsman was Gondegal, the Lost King, who in the Year of the Dragon (1352 DR) attempted to carve a kingdom for himself centered on Arabel. it was to extend north to the Desertsmouth Mountains; south and west of Wyernwater and the farms outlying from Eveningstar; and east to Tilver's Gap and the mountain passes.

In the years following, people would say that Gondegal's reach was no longer than his blade. He could not hold any of the territory against the might of Cormyr, Sembia, Daggerdale, Tilverton, and several of the other Dales -all of whom he drew the blood and ire of in the making of his throne.

Gondegal ruled for less than a season, though he reigned officially for scarcely eight days. The remainder of his rule was spent fighting here and there against one foe or another in the lands he claimed. His troops were largely mercenary, and his treasury of seized goods was small and soon gone. One night Gondegal's force simply melted away before the advancing troops of Cormyr, and was gone. King Azoun IV retook Arabel on that morn without wetting a blade.

No one has ever found the body of Gondegal; he is known to have fled north and then east via Teshwave, but then his fate becomes a matter of conflicting rumor and legend. Some believe he still lives with a score or more of loyal followers, keeping court in the wilds somewhere, a careful and ruthless bandit who takes care that none survive his attacks to carry tales anywhere. When entire caravans vanish at times anywhere between the High Dale and far-off Impiltur, he is blamed by talk in the taverns.

Gondegal was said to be a tall, gray-haired warrior of considerable personal skill and intelligence. His badge was a gray wolf's head, face on, with red eyes. Caraban guards often warn merchants to beef up the escort on a particular caravan, " else thy gold'll soon be gilding Gondegal's throne." Gondegal was an impeccable swordsman and somewhat chaotic in his self professed neutral alignment. If he does indeed yet live, the magic or treasure he carries, and who his allies might be, are all unknown.

Gondegal's reign had a great influence on the King of Cormyr, at that time in his second decade of rule. Not only was Azoun forced to put down an effective rebellion in his own country, he was forced to pay more attention to matters outside Suzail, to become the ruler of a nation as opposed to a city-state. Further, the bloodless assault on Arabel was Azoun's first true experience at the head of his army, and the joy of "freeing" the people of Arabel is one that remains with him.~

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@7288 = ~History of the Chosen of Mystra:

The reason why Mystra, the Goddess of Magic, invested a portion of her divine might in mortals is not known. One of the more popular theories, and one that is gaining more support in light of the goddess's other actions during that period, is that Mystra foresaw the Time of Troubles (and her own passing at the hands of Helm) and chose to give some of her power to mortals in order to ensure that her successor (the female mage Midnight, as it turned out) would have a number of nearly immortal allies in the struggle against the schemes of the gods (the now dead Bane, Myrkul, and Bhaal) who precipitated the Time of Troubles by stealing the Tablets of Fate. The theory goes on to suggest that Mystra informed Azuth at approximately the Year of the Rising Flame (0 DR), more than 1,300 years before the Time of Troubles, that some of her power must be put into the hands of mortals who would then become known as Mystra's Chosen. This power would sleep within the bodies of those mortals, allowing Mystra to call on it only with their permission. It would give the Chosen the innate ability to heal quickly, and would give them life spans far greater than those of ordinary mortals. Mystra speculated that these mortals might be able to call on her power and thereby gain some special abilities, but that these powers would not rival those of a deity. (See "Powers" below.)

The Goddess of All Magic then began to select mortals she thought to be suitable. One of the first was the young mage Elminster, and she also singled out a promising wizard named Khelben Arunsun. Both have proved to be worthy and capable receptacles of her power, but Mystra's other early attempts to invest her power in living humans were unsuccessful, and she came to realize that only very few mortals were of stern enough substance to contain such power within themselves without being destroyed or corrupted. Even though some people aside from Elminster and Khelben may have possessed the requisite strength, it is possible that having lived for years prior to being visited by Mystra had set them on a path from which they were not able to deviate. Whatever the reason, the problem needed to be solved. To get around the difficulty, Mystra devised a plan to use herself as a vessel to breed individuals who could be nurtured and acclimated to her power from the very beginnings of their lives.

For the father of these individuals, she picked the best example of human stock she could find: Domal Silverhand, a nobleman and a former Harper who lived near Neverwinter. Mystra then possessed the body of Elue Shundar, a half-elven sorceress whom Dornal was already attracted to. Mystra revealed her presence and her plan to Elue, who happily and eagerly agreed to have the goddess share her body. Elue had been reluctant, but under the influence of Mystra the woman became a seductress, and Domal found his advances being suddenly returned with great fervor.

Dornal and Mystra/Elue were wed in the Year of Drifting Stars (760 DR). The first of seven daughters, Anastra Sylune, was born the following winter. Sylune's six sisters emerged at one-year intervals thereafter: Endue Alustriel, Ambara Dove, Ethena Astorma (she prefers the shortened "Storm" these days), Anamanue Laeral, Alassra Shentrantra (known today as the Simbul), and Er'sseae Qilue. These siblings have become known in Realmsian lore as the Seven Sisters.

Domal, who had been kept in the dark about his wife's true nature through the years (presumably because Mystra didn't want to risk losing his services), was disappointed and nearly distraught by the time his sixth child was born; He had always wanted sons as well as daughters. More importantly, he was seeing his wife deteriorate right before his eyes. The strain of coexisting with the goddess all these years had turned Elue into a withered shell—in essence a lich, clinging to life only because Mystra's power was within her.

When Elue was carrying the seventh child, Dornal consulted a priest who told him his wife had been possessed by an entity of great magical power. To spare both of them any further agony, he attempted to slay his wife's physical form by severing her head from her body.

As soon as he had done this, Mystra was forced to reveal herself to him, and she went on to explain her scheme. Just as she had worried would happen, Dornal was aghast at how he and his wife had been used by the goddess. He turned his back on the corpse of his wife, abandoned his lands and his children, and vanished into the North. Mystra bore him no ill will, and in fact protected him for the final 30 years of his life. When Domal finally did meet his end he called out to Mystra, and the goddess granted him continued existence as her servant. Now known as the Watcher, Domal Silverhand travels the world unseen by mortals on a continuing mission to locate candidates to swell the ranks of the Chosen and to identify possible threats to Mystra and her minions.~

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@7291 = ~History of Shadowdale— Joadath and the Tyrist Massacre:

The past hundred years have been an example of the best and worst of the lords of Shadowdale. All have been nonnative to the Dalelands, though all made the land their home. A century ago the lord of the Dales was one Joadath, a stiff-necked agnostic who denied the power of any god, good or evil, and used force to back up his beliefs. During this time there was a great deal of religious persecution, including a massacre of Tyrists on Watcher's Knoll. Joadath was eventually killed by a beast of the nether planes summoned by parties unknown, which then proceeded to rampage through the Dale. The beast was killed and Shadowdale rescued by the spellcasters Aumry and Sylune. Aumry was proclaimed lord by acclamation.~

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@7293 = ~History of Shadowdale— Jyordhan the False Lord:

 Lord Aumry was assassinated by Zhentarim agents, who in turn were captured and killed by the warrior Jyordhan. Jyordhan, with the Pendant of Ashaba in hand(the symbol of the lordship in the Dales), proceeded to present himself as the new lord, and was so acclaimed by the people. It was unknown to the people that Jyordhan was also an agent of the Zhentarim, and that the entire proceeding had actually been a ruse.

Jyordhan abandoned the Twisted Tower, instead establishing himself in Castle Krag east of Shadowdale. His court was soon overrun with agents of the Black Network. When the people eventually revolted, Zhentil Keep sent peace-keeping forces to maintain Jyordhan's rule. Sylune, now aware of the deception but a firm pacifist, did her best to keep the Dale healthy and intact during Jyordhan's evil rule.~

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@7294 = ~History of Shadowdale— Khelben Kills Jyordhan:

Lord Jyordhan's rule of Shadowdale ended when he encountered Khelben Arunsun, also called the Blackstaff. The story at the time was that Jyordhan accepted an invitation from Khelben to visit Waterdeep, and there he took ill and died. In reality, Jyordhan ambushed Khelben as the mage was leaving Shadowdale, and the Blackstaff killed him. In either case, Khelben took hold of the Pendant of Ashaba (the symbol of the lordship in the Dales) and returned to Waterdeep with it, promising to send a suitable candidate for lordship to the Dales. Jyordhan had ruled for five years, and without his advocacy, Castle Krag was abandoned and the Zhentil Keep troops routed. Jyordhan's previously chosen successor was a Melvauntan named Lyran, but without the Pendant this individual was considered a pretender to the throne.~

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@7295 = ~History of Shadowdale—Lords Accepted by Acclamation:

This acclamation of the people has formed the basis for choosing the lord of Shadowdale since the routing of the evil Lord Jyordhan by Khelben Blackstaff. Usually a predecessor will step down as opposed to dying in office, and his chosen successor will be approved by the populace at large. This system has had its drawbacks, as will be shown below, but in general, it has served the independent, self-willed people of the Dale very well. They have avoided the "genetic lottery of which good bureaucracies and bad kingships are made" (a quote from the venerable Elminster). The symbol of the lordship is the Pendant of Ashaba, a device owned by the original wizard, and used to determine the rightful lord of the Dale.~

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@7297 = ~History of Shadowdale—Doust Sulwood Becomes Lord of Shadowdale:

Three winters following his defeat of the evil Lord Jyordhan, Khelben Blackstaff found a suitable candidate to assume leadership of the Dales, or rather a group of candidates. They were the Knights of Myth Drannor, so named to show their interest in the elven territories and their connection with the elven peoples, and Khelben gave them the Pendant of Ashaba (the symbol of the Lordship) in return for services rendered to himself and to Shadowdale. Their leader, the ranger Florin Falconhand, refused the honor of the lordship. It was therefore passed to Doust Sulwood, who was made the new lord with the support of Florin and Sylune (wife of the murdered Lord Aumry), and apparently also the secret support of Khelben as well.

Doust reoccupied the Twisted Tower, driving out the last agents of the Black Network. He also reinstituted many of Ashaba's democratic ideals, including the Lord's Court where all citizens may speak freely and air their grievances without threat of reprisal. Doust ruled for five years and proved to be a capable ruler, beloved by the people. The regular presence of the Knights of Myth Drannor did much to ensure the protection of the area, particularly against incursions by Lyran Nanther the Pretender. Lyran was to have been Jyordhan's named replacement, but with the Zhentarim routed there is little validity to the claim.~

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@7298 = ~History of Shadowdale—Elminster Moves to Shadowdale:

It is of note that during the time that Doust Sulwood of the Knights of Myth Drannor assumed the role of Lord of Shadowdale, Elminster took up residence in the area. A semi-regular visitor up to that time, he took possession of a low, abandoned tower at the foot of the Old Skull, and declared himself to be officially in retirement. The nature of that retirement varies from active involvement in local affairs to long-term vacations on other planes. The natives of the Dale have come to the understanding that they cannot always count on the powerful mage being in residence in times of need or danger, but when he is present in these circumstances his aid is usually given.~

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@7300 = ~History of Shadowdale—Shaerl and Mourngrym Meet and Marry:

The implications of Khelben "Blackstaff" Arunsun "choosing" the last two lords of Shadowdale (Doust Sulwood and Mourngrym Amcathra) were not lost on the Dale's powerful neighbor to the south, Cormyr. An agent was sent northward to divine Mourngrym's true intentions and to guarantee the Dale's continued good relationship with the throne of the Purple Dragon. The agent was a rogue named Shaerl Rowanmantle, sent by Vangerdahast (though all paperwork on this matter has been curiously incinerated in Suzail, so all is hearsay and tale). Shaerl discovered more than she intended and fell in love with young Mourngrym. The two married and became the lord and lady of Shadowdale. Shaerl's loyalty is now to her husband and to the land they co-rule. This was probably not the intention of the Cormyreans.~

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@7301 = ~History of Shadowdale— Mourngrym's Rule:

Since being recommended to the position by outgoing Lord Doust Sulwood, Lord Mourngrym Amcathra's rule of Shadowdale has been less peaceful than he had hoped. The First Battle of Shadowdale occurred in the Year of the Prince (1357 DR), and involved Daleland forces routing those of Lyran the Pretender. Lyran has made repeated attempts to gain the Lordship, as was intended by the former Zhentish puppet, Lord Jyordhan. While significant, this battle pales when compared to the larger battle fought on the same site between Bane-led Zhentil Keep forces and the Dales during the Time of Troubles (1358 DR/0 PR). When the Battle of Shadowdale is referred to (without a number), it usually means this second battle. In addition, Mourngrym has had to deal with a large number of skirmishes, incursions, a possible invasion from below, explosions, and other sundry disasters.

Mourngrym and Shaerl have one child, Scotti, who is now nine winters old. By the customs of the area, he is not considered the heir apparent, and another suitable warrior or mage may take the reins of power of the small community. Most feel that Mourngrym will hold the Pendant until his son has reached his majority, then abdicate in young Scotti's favor once he takes his grown name. If this happens, it will be the first occasion of the lordship of Shadowdale passing down through a family.~

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@7302 = ~History of the North—The First Flowering:

For millennia, gold elves dwelt in Illefarn (where Waterdeep now stands) and Eaerlann (along the River Shining). From their ornate forest cities, they traded with emerging human nations like Netheril and Illusk and repulsed the attacks of the goblin races. Meanwhile, dwarven clans united as the nation of Delzoun, named for the dwarf who forged the union. The nation, existing primarily underground, extended from the Ice Mountains to the Nether Mountains. Silver Moon Pass was its western border and the Narrow Sea its eastern shore. Orcs came from north of the Spine of the World but were turned back in great slaughter by the elves. To this day, this is the homeland and stronghold for orcs and similar races.~

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@7303 = ~History of the North—The Crown Wars:

Humans immigrated in bands from the Shining Sea and up to the Sword Coast. They became seafarers, striking out across the waves to the Moonshaes, Mintarn, Ruathym, and the northern islands. Elves engaged in an unceasing war against each other, with the humans and orcs taking over the resulting ruins. Perhaps the greatest calamity to befall the Fair Folk was the Dark Disaster, a killing magic that took the form of a dark, burning cloud. It enshrouded the kingdom of Miyeritar, and when it faded away some months later, not an elf lived—nor were trees left, only an open, blasted moor: the High Moor.

All was not dark for the elves. Although in retreat, as barbarian humans and orc hordes grew in strength, their power rose in the Elven Court and Evereska (remaining a stronghold to this day). They conceived of cooperation between dwarves, kindly humans, and other elves for mutual survival against orcs, marauding humans, and the tide of beasts (ogres, bugbears, trolls, goblins, gnolls, and other nonhuman creatures) led by the rising power of giants. Astonishingly, in at least three places—the Fallen Kingdoms and the cities of Silverymoon and Myth Drannor—they succeeded with shining grace.

To the east, on the sandy shores of the calm and shining Narrow Sea, human fishing villages grew into small towns and then joined together as the nation of Netheril. Sages believe the fishing towns were unified by a powerful human wizard who had discovered a book of great magic power that had survived from the Days of Thunder—a book that legend calls the Nether Scrolls. Under this nameless wizard and those who followed, Netheril rose in power and glory, becoming both the first human land in the North and the most powerful. Some say this discovery marked the birth of human wizardry, since before then, mankind had only shamans and witch doctors. For over three thousand years, Netheril dominated the North, but even its legendary wizards were unable to stop their final doom.~

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@7307 = ~History of Luiren, Land of the Halflings:

The halflings of Luiren claim that it is the original homeland of halflings in the realms. Although other halflings may disagree with this, it is true that Luiren was settled hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years ago.

Luiren's history is one of conquerors and subjugation. Throughout the centuries, the halflings have been conquered by the barbarians who used to inhabit Dambrath, by the kingdom of Estagund, and even once by the monsters of Beldorn. In every case, the invaders were eventually defeated because they made the mistake of underestimating the halflings due to their small stature. A good bit of mischief, mayhem, and general trouble-making by the halflings also helped end the occupations.

Currently, Luiren is enjoying unprecedented prosperity. The halflings are currently taking advantage of their relationship with the nation of Durpar; their biggest customer and greatest competitor. Also, through these close ties with Durpar, Luiren has protected itself against another Dambraii invasion. The rulers of Dambrath must know that if they begin to expand to the east, they will arouse the ire of Durpar, as well as Var and Estagund. The threat of a trade embargo and/or military consequences have kept this aggressive nation away from the Luireners.~

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@7309 = ~History of the North—Recent History of the North:

In the waning summer months of 1367, an immense orc horde descended from the Spine of the World, intent on winding its way south into the trade lands of the North. This force of orcs, led by King Greneire, surged its way south between the Moonwood and the Cold Wood, stopping just outside the Citadel of Many Arrows.

King Obould, orc ruler of the Citadel of Many Arrows, was terrified at the prospect of another orc horde, despite the fact that he knew they should be working together against the humans of the North and the spawn of Hellgate Keep. His tribal shamans, however, had been predicting a treacherous fall of the citadel—and they'd told the king that he'd be disposed by other orcs.

Thus, it was a dark day when King Greneire and his horde of 150,000 orcs appeared on the plains outside the Citadel of Many Arrows. King Obould announced to his followers that this horde had been sent to dislodge them from their home and send them out to be scavengers among the plains. He vowed that, as Gruumsh as his witness, the Citadel of Many Arrows would slaughter these treacherous orcs "like elves during a festival."

For four months, the 40,000 orcs within the citadel held their ground. Assault after assault was mounted against the high walls of the garrison, but the attacking orcs were losing far more than the defenders. Still, the living conditions within the walls—never too good to begin with—created losses of their own.

The battle for the Citadel of Many Arrows culminated during the first week of Uktar. As another light blanket of snow sought to bury the gathered orcs, King Greneire threw his entire remaining army at the citadel, bursting its gates and pitting orc against orc in a flurry of swords. As the two orc kings sought one another out along the ramparts, the citadel began to burn.

The orcs that survive the battle still speak of the superhuman prowess of the two kings as they battled one another before their troops. Finally, however, King Obould ran Greneire through with his long sword, but Obould was severely wounded by the time Greneire had breathed his last breath. The orcs erupted into battle once again, and no one is quite certain what became of King Obould.

It was through the smoke and snow that the victors of the conflict emerged: the dwarves of Clan Warcrown along with a contingent of troops from Silverymoon. Charging in through the shattered gates, these new attackers quickly routed the exhausted orcs of the citadel, sending them scurrying off into the wilderness.

King Emerus Warcrown now rules the Citadel of Many Arrows, though the dwarves now call the city by its old name of Felbarr. Most in the North still tend to refer to the city as the Citadel, however, waiting to see if it can withstand the next orc horde. King Warcrown has put out a call for all dwarves to help defend the citadel, and news of a new vein of gold and silver is spreading rapidly through dwarven communities.~

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@7313 = ~History of the North—1368, Year of the Banner:

As the dwarves settled in for the winter in their reclaimed city of Felbarr, a group of Zhentarim-sponsored adventurers broke into Great Worm Cavern, slaying Elrem the Wise, shaman leader of the Great Worm tribe, as the tribe's warriors descended into the ranks of the evil adventurers, teleportation magic spirited at least three of those responsible—as well as a vast amount of treasure stolen from Elrem—to safety.

According to Themrin, the tribe's present shaman, Elrem promised to "watch over the tribe in spirit now that my mortal form is destroyed." Despite the reassuring words of Elrem, the tribe suffered through an oppressive winter that included both heavy snow, scarce game, and low morale.

Trusted visitors to the barbarian encampment report that Themrin and Gweshen "Ironhand" Talistars are wearing some form of armor made from the scales of Elrem. This use of their former shaman's body as "protection" was supposedly ordained through a dream vision. The armor appears as little more than a supple leather armor, but seems to deflect blows and protect as well as full plate mail.

Nesme reported a drastic rise in the number of troll attacks in the Evermoors, and various sources confirm that something is driving the trolls out of the moors. Whatever is behind the trolls' exodus is destined to remain a mystery for the remainder of the year, as adventuring parties expend themselves against the never-ending supply of trolls that are fleeing the bog.

In the most surprising move of the year, the Blue Bear Tribe, led by the shaman/chieftain Tanta Hagara, marched on the fiend-ridden fortress of Hellgate Keep. While a brief struggle for political 'control of the city was reported by various sources, Tanta Hagara emerged as the new ruler of the city.~

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@7315 = ~History of the North—Return of the Beast (1367—?):

Sages, philosophers, historians, and priests alike feel an ill-boding in the chill air. They predict a slow change over the next decade, but within the lifetime of men born on the first day of this age. They believe that the beasts that once ruled the land plan to return to claim what's rightfully theirs, imprisoning and enslaving the crowns. Where elves once reigned, men now rule, but their hold—as true for all civilizations before—is tenuous at best.~

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@7316 = ~History of the North—1370, Year of the Tankard:

Even before spring has graced the Savage North, reports of treants massing in the High Forest have reached all of the northern cities. It seems that all of the creatures of the forest have mobilized to restore the High Forest after the fall of Hellgate Keep. Something must still reside below the ruins of Hellgate Keep, however, for the Company of the Jaded Heart never emerged from the depths below the city. The treants have since blocked entrance into the ruins, sealing whatever evil still lurks within far below the sight of man.

But there is other activity in the North as well. Luskan still flirts with war, tempting neighboring cities and yet staying just below the wrath of Waterdeep. The barbarians still brew in the north, easy to take offense at innocent incursions into their sacred holdings. Rumors of Zhentarim agents scouring the Fallen Lands for powerful magic from long-lost Netheril continue to circulate. And adventurers still abound in the Savage Frontier.~

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@7317 = ~History of Waterdeep:

Waterdeep was used as a trading site for trade activities between northern tribesmen and southern merchants more than two millennia ago. By 1,000 years ago, permanent farms had sprung up in the area. The first mention of a Waterdeep (not as a city, but as a collection of warlords) occurs only 400 years ago. The city was truly established as a going concern by 1032 DR, the year Ahghairon became the first Lord of Waterdeep, and the date from which Northreckoning is counted. The city grew spectacularly, such that by 1248 DR both the City of the Dead and the guilds had been developed. The guildmasters seized control soon afterwards, ushering in a period of unrest and bitter conflict known as the Guildwars. The Guildwars ended only when the two surviving guildmasters brought in their own period of misrule. It was only in 1273 DR that the present system of government (or lack thereof was instituted. This was the year that the Magisters were established and the secret Lords of Waterdeep were firmly reestablished. Since that time, the city has continued to grow and prosper. Humankind and other races come from all over the realms to earn hard coin in the City of Splendors. Over the years these successful merchants have set up guilds and themselves become nobility, supporting the secretive Lords of Waterdeep who police the city fairly, yet with a light hand, by means of the superb city guard (soldiers), city watch (police), and over 20 black-robed magistrates. As a result, Waterdeep is a place tolerant of different races, religions, and lifestyles. This in turn has encouraged commerce, and Waterdeep has grown into a huge, eclectic city.~

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@7319 = ~History of Cormyr:

Cormyr dates its years from the founding of House Obarskyr 1,342 years ago, the first of the noble houses and the line of its kings. For the bulk of this time, Cormyr was little more than a single city (Suzail) and a few fortified outposts. At times the monarch was forced by rebellion and intrigue to rule from those outposts instead of from the throne. King Azoun is the fourth of his name and the 71st of his line.

The land has been officially at peace for many years—since Rhigaerd overthrew the last of the border raiders. However, Cormyrean armies have taken part in many actions in nearby regions, recently mustering its forces to face Gondegal, the rebel of Arabel; to occupy Tilverton on the marches of the Dalelands; and to lead a crusade against the great Tuigan horde invading from the east. One wit has noted that "Yes, the land is at peace, but the army has to keep busy." In addition to pursuing major actions, Cormyrean patrols often skirmish with bandits on the roads in the north and west, and are at present battling orcs and other creatures north and east of Cormyr in Tilver's Gap and Shadow Gap. Both of these areas are threatened by raiders who will menace Cormyr itself if they ever overrun Tilverton. Cormyr has built a fortress, Castle Crag, to defend the kingdom from attacks from that quarter, and maintains the High Horn to protect against attacks from the West.'~

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@7321 = ~History of the Moonsea:

The Moonsea has a long history as the border between the elven lands to the south and the darker, more sinister lands of the Ride and Thar, home of dragons and giant and ogre tribes in great multitudes. The deep sea was an excellent barrier to the raiders, as those tribes who sought invasion had to detour around and through the lands that would eventually hold Yulash, Zhentil Keep, and Hillsfar.

The first true settlement in Moonsea was Northkeep, a shining citadel established as a beacon of civilization and a jumping-off point for merchants seeking trade with the dwarves of the North—including not only Tethyamar, but the clans of the Cold Lands—who traded their metalwork and craft for much-needed magic. In the end, Northkeep was sunk beneath the icy waters of the Moonsea by the inhuman forces, and humankind suffered one of many setbacks in the region.

So has been the nature of human habitation of this region since the beginning. Human settlements thrive for a few years, usually through sheer willpower and on the strength of a sharp sword, and then are overrun by goblins, orcs, dragons, beholders, or giants. Phlan has fallen and risen again. Yulash is a ruin where a decade ago there was a thriving town. Hulburg and Sulasspryn are empty hulks. Each of the cities of the Moonsea seems threatened with extinction in its turn, then is rebuilt.

This cycle may be the reason that only the strongest and the most savage survive, even prosper, in the lands of the Moonsea. The greatest cities—Hillsfar, Mulmaster, and the impenetrable Zhentil Keep—are all ruled by evil people who control their lands with iron grips. The lesser cities, Elventree, Phlan, and Thentia, may be less evil, but have a strong, independent, almost chaotic nature. In many ways the Moonsea is a frontier, with a frontier mentality.~

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@7322 = ~History of the Vast:

Two millennia ago the Vast was Vastar, the orcish lands. These were the breeding grounds of the goblin hordes that would spill eastward and cross the Dragon Reach in ramshackle boats to raid the elves. The orcs were overthrown by invading dwarves, who established the Realm of the Glimmering Swords. It was during this time that the first humans came to the Vast, including the mage Maskyr.

The rule of the dwarves occurred against a backdrop of constant war with the orcs, such that there were perhaps only 40 years of true peace for the Realm of the Glimmering Swords. The orcs overran the dwarves, and they escaped extinction only through the aid of human and elven allies. The remaining dwarves left the region to the newly arriving humans and retreated to the east, to the south, and to isolated and hidden communities within the Vast.

The most successful of the humans were the adventurers whose hunger was sated by gold and whose thirst was slaked by great deeds. This was the Time of the Glorious Fools, and there are those who will argue that it is still that age, as adventurers still rule the cities of Calaunt and Ravens Bluff. The orcs today are contained, if not conquered, and trade has grown up in the lands of the Vast. However, for many individuals with adventuring blood, it is still a wilderness in which one may prove one's worth.~

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@7323 = ~History of the Dragon Coast:

The history of the Dragon Coast is the history of money, particularly the darker side of the coin. Situated on the main trade routes between the Inner Sea and the Sword Coast, these lands never coalesced into a solid, coherent nation, like Cormyr or Sembia. Instead small petty city-states have risen and fallen, powered by greed and the most powerful merchant or pirate faction of the day.

As a result, the Dragon Coast has always been the home of the smuggler, the pirate, the rogue, and the hired killer. It has been the place where those seeking to skirt the laws of more civilized nations to the north make landfall. It is here that the Red Wizards gain their access to the Western Heartlands, and where the Cult of the Dragon launches its plots to the south. And it is here that independent secret societies and assassin guilds have their greatest power.

The last semblance of organized resistance to this trend was the reign of Verovan, last of the kings of Westgate. The monarchy of Westgate had long worked closely with the various mercantile and pirate factions, but Verovan attempted to stem the growing power of the merchant houses and petty lords. His sudden and mysterious death without acceptable heirs in 1248 DR opened the door for much of what now is commonplace in the Dragon Coast—corruption and treachery.

It should be noted that while Verovan's name is still venerated in these lands, better known is Immurk, the greatest of the Inner Sea Pirates, a brash and flamboyant rogue who united a pirate fleet beneath him and ruled from 1164 DR to his death in 1201 DR. Such it is in the Dragon Coast, that good people are venerated, but the power of darker rogues is imitated.~

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@7325 = ~History of the Zhentarim, Two Zhents' Worth:

Much confusion exists in the realms regarding Zhentil Keep and the (not-so) secret society known as the Black Network or Zhentarim. The two are closely tied, such that a speaker may refer to one when meaning the other and still be clearly understood. In general, both mean trouble.

Zhentil Keep is a walled independent city on the western shores of the Moonsea. It is one of the most evil cities in the realms, a blight on the North, and a haven for Evil groups, plotting manipulators, dark religions, and foul practices. Its rulers seek to dominate the lands around it, including the Dragonspine Mountains, Yulash, Voonlar, and the neighboring Dales. The city of Zhentil Keep and its armies (known as the Zhentilar, to make matters more confusing) have destroyed Teshendale, come close to destroying Daggerdale, and for a long time had an agent ruling Shadowdale.

The Zhentarim is an organization of evil priests, wizards, and inhuman creatures bent on controlling all the trade and power between the Sword Coast (meaning Baldur's Gate and Waterdeep) and the Moonsea (including the intervening lands of Cormyr and Anauroch). Its aims in the Moonsea area are the same as Zhentil Keep's, and the two factions work hand-in-glove, often sharing the same membership. The Zhentarim have a more far-reaching effect than Zhentil Keep, though, and have agents throughout the North.

In addition, the Zhentarim are not limited to Zhentil Keep itself, and maintain a number of fortified outposts. Their rulership has spread with the passing years. In addition to being the dominant force in Zhentil Keep, the Zhentarim control the Citadel of the Raven and Darkhold, two important castle complexes. Over the years, more power has been moving away from Zhentil Keep (filled with a lot of unknown and untrustworthy flunkies) and into these more secure areas.

Within the Dalelands area, Zhentarim smells of Zhentil Keep and vice versa, but in reality not every Keeper (yet another name for a native of Zhentil Keep) is of the Black Network, and not every agent of the Zhentarim is from Zhentil Keep. Adventurers should watch who they trust as a result.~

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@7326 = ~History of Ulgarth:

Ulgarth was settled by the great empire of Raurin, in the height of its power. When the empire was destroyed, it endured centuries of barbarism. Warchiefs united the country several times during this period. They fought many skirmishes with other barbarians, particularly those in Durpar and Var the Golden. In 202 DR, the barbarian tribes were nearly wiped out by the forces of Mulhorand.

In 348 DR, a group of outlaws, fleeing the justice of the priest-kings of Mulhorand, came to Ulgarth. There they found a fertile, almost unoccupied land. They settled down, and began raising children and crops. This new society in Ulgarth gradually grew in power, while its neighbors grew apace. But while Durpar grew as a result of its commerce and its philosophy of balance, Ulgarth concentrated on agrarian pursuits. The Ulgarthians developed a highly structured caste system of lords and peasants. In 1002 DR, the centuries long skirmishes between Durpar and Ulgarth came to an end, as the two countries finally reached a balance of power. There were too many centuries of warfare between the countries for them to completely trust each other. With their mutual border well defended on both sides, both countries have given up on the idea of conquering the other.

Trade between the Ulgarth and the Shining Lands has become a vital factor to both nations. Ulgarth produces many of the items that Durparians trade throughout the world. In return, Durpar trades many exotic items to Ulgarth. Of course, the Durparian merchants usually get the better of any trade. The current king, Drasna the Fortunate, has continued on his predecessor's policy of non-aggression with the Durparians.~

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@7327 = ~History of the Drow, The Descent:

We know very little of the Ilythiiri, or "elves of the South," before this crucial event. Even then they were known as "dark elves," for the hue of their skins. They dwelt in the jungles and hot forests of the South. A proud, warlike, culturally advanced (some sages of other elven peoples say "decadent") folk, the Ilythiiri attacked all neighbors, including other elven tribes. Their cruel raids and depredations, ordered by warlike nobility and the clergy of their two cruel deities, Ghaunadaur and Lolth, forced elves, humans, dwarves, and others to ally against them.

Defeated in a series of titanic magical battles, the dark elves fled into underground warrens they had earlier discovered. This event, known as "the Descent," marked the end of the drow as a surface-dwelling race.~

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@7328 = ~History of the Drow, The Dark Wars:

The warlike drow nature did not change when they escaped their surface foes during the Descent. In fact, they immediately launched a series of wars to establish territories in the Underdark. They began by stealing and seizing dwarven magical items and using them against the dwarves—establishing an enmity that is still strong today.

The drow then fought among themselves, noble against noble, priest against priestess, for rule of their new realm. This all-out war ended amid great magical explosions that brought down the roof of the largest dwarven cavern they had seized, great Bhaerynden. The ceiling collapsed entirely, burying many drow and the shattered dwarven cities. The cavern, now open to the sky, became known as the Great Rift. The surviving drow nobles gathered what people, slaves, and equipment they could seize and fled into the Underdark in search of places to dwell. "The Scattering" brought about the many rival, self-interested cities where most drow live today.~

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@7329 = ~History of Waterdeep— Age 0, Trademoots and Pioneers:

Few now know the true history of this great city, which had its beginnings over a thousand years ago, when the North was truly what Southerners still sneeringly call it: "the Savage North." In those days, most of the North was covered with vast, tall forests of ancient green, and inhabited by dwarves and goblinkind (in the most northern mountains and foothills) and elves (in widely scattered forest enclaves everywhere else). A few primitive human tribes lived along the Sword Coast, fishing and hunting and gathering in spring and fall to trade their furs for the merchants' jewelry and metal tools, or the occasionally-available weapon or two, with vessels sailing in from the South. In the spring, these vessels came primarily to cut and take huge trees for shipbuilding, trees being no longer available in such large sizes farther south.

In the fall, the vessels came in to cut timber for their own repairs, or to take on a cargo of wood if the misfortunes of trading had left their holds low or empty. Most of these trademoots were at a certain place where there was a great natural deepwater harbor, protected from the sea by a rocky spur of land, an arm of an isolated coastal crag, and a rocky island beyond it.~

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@7332 = ~History of Waterdeep—Age II, The Lords' Rule Begins:

In his 112th winter, Ahghairon had a sharp disagreement with Raurlor, who was then Warlord of Waterdeep. Raurlor wanted to use Waterdeep's acquired wealth and strength-of-arms to create a Northern empire, with Waterdeep its capital (and Raurlor its ruler), and gathered armies for the purpose. Ahghairon defied him before all the people, and Raurlor ordered the mage be chained. Ahghairon magically struck aside all who sought to lay hands on him. In a fury Raurlor struck at the mage with his own blade. Ahghairon rose into the air, just out of reach, and, as the infuriated Warlord slashed repeatedly at his rising feet, gestured. Raurlor's blade transmuted in his hand, from steel into a hissing serpent, which promptly bit him. The Warlord died of the venom before the shocked people assembled there. Ahghairon then gathered all the captains of Waterdeep's army, and all the seniors of the 'families of Waterdeep. While runners sought to bring them to the Castle, flames roared and crackled in the Warlord's empty chair-of-state at Ahghairon's bidding, so that no one sat there. Then at a gesture from the mage, the flames were gone as though they had never been, leaving the chair unmarked. Ahghairon seated himself, then, and proclaimed himself the first Lord of Waterdeep, saying that henceforth wisdom and not armed might would rule in the city. He would gather some few—in secret—to rule as Lords with him, masked and disguised when they appeared to the people, but equal to him in authority and free of coercion by any, himself included. These Lords were to be drawn from all walks of life in the city, and could serve as long as they wished.

The people heard, and agreed, and for the next two hundred years, Ahghairon ruled Waterdeep with his unknown fellow Lords, Over the years, the masked Lords were a group of sometimes five, six, or seven, who appeared seldom and said little. Some whispered that they were Ahghairon's servants, or even magical automatons controlled by the Old Mage. Still, Ahghairon's justice was swift and fair, his laws good, his guardsmen polite and just as ready to help as apprehend, and the people approved. The years passed in peace and prosperity. The North was opened to humans. Roads built under Ahghairon's direction linked it together, from the ruins of "the Fallen Kingdom," which had been shattered by goblin races' attacks before men were numerous in the North, to the cities that would later become Amn. Waterdeep grew fivefold in size and wealth. From all over the realms, folk began to come to the "Crown of the North," drawn by money—and among them came those who rob, cheat, and steal. When word of doings extending beyond simple theft to deception-in-workmanship and the appearance of many fly-by-night impostor craftsmen reached Ahghairon's ears, he called together the senior merchants, "the Noble Ones," and suggested that they form guilds as was done in the far South to police the unscrupulous of their own professions. Some resisted, or were furious, but most saw the advantages of such an arrangement, particularly if they were free to set matters up themselves, and not have less favorable arrangements forced upon them. The Guilds were created forthwith, Waterdeep continued to grow in size and prosperity, Twice more the city walls were expanded, and its merchants traveled the world over, bringing back exotic goods from afar, and spreading word of the city's wealth to remote lands. In the South, some listened with an eye to conquest or at least plunder, but swords were already out in those southern lands in a time of widespread strife, and no invaders came.

Ahghairon's health eventually failed and he died. He was buried with ceremony in his tower, which was secured against thieves and fools. Those who learned the arts arcane from the Old Mage cast the most potent protective magics known upon his home and resting-place (which, many believe, remains inviolate today).~

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@7334 = ~History of the Unicorn Run:

Bards and sages pass down the tale that the headwaters of the Unicorn Run are, in truth, the Font of Life and a cradle of fecundity. Each natural race is said to have emerged from the womb of Chauntea onto Toril at the river's source and then traveled down the Unicorn Run to the outside world. Some say that a daughter of Chauntea resides at the river's source to usher the newborns into the world, while others claim that Shialla midwifes the process.

Regardless of the truth, the elves, korreds, and halflings all agree that the Unicorn Run is sacred to life and a site of incredible purity. As a result, all three races have strong taboos about extended trips up the run, for if the river is ever fouled, then no new races will ever be born on Toril again.~

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@7335 = ~History of the Dead Three: "KNUCKLEBONES, SKULL BOWLING, AND THE EMPTY THRONE"

In ages past, there was but one god of strife, death, and the dead, and he was known as Jergal, Lord of the End of Everything. Jergal fomented and fed on the discord among mortals and powers alike. When beings slew each other in their quest for power or in their hatred, he welcomed them into his shadowy kingdom of eternal gloom. As all things died, everything came to him eventually, and over time he built his power into a kingdom unchallenged by any other god. Eventually, however, he grew tired of his duties for he knew them too well. Without challenge there is nothing, and in nothingness there is only gloom. In such a state, the difference between absolute power and absolute powerlessness is undetectable.

During this dark era, there arose three powerful mortals—Bane, Bhaal, and Myrkul—who lusted after the power Jergal wielded. The trio forged an unholy pact, agreeing that they would dare to seek such ultimate power or die in the attempt. Over the length and breadth of the realms they strode, seeking powerful magic and spells and defying death at every turn. No matter what monster they confronted or what spells they braved, the three mortals emerged unscathed at every turn. Eventually the trio destroyed one of the Seven Lost Gods, and they each seized a portion of his divine essence for themselves.

The trio then journeyed into the Gray Waste and sought out the Castle of Bone. Through armies of skeletons, legions of zombies, hordes or noncorporeal undead, and a gauntlet of liches they battled. Eventually they reached the object of their lifelong quest—the Bone Throne.

"I claim this throne of evil," shouted Bane the tyrant.

"I'll destroy you before you can raise a finger," threatened Bhaal the assassin.

"And I shall imprison your essence for eternity," promised Myrkul the necromancer.

Jergal arose from his throne with a weary expression and said, " The Throne is yours. I have grown weary of this empty power. Take it if you wish—I promise to serve and guide you as your seneschal until you grow comfortable with the position." Before the stunned trio could react, the Lord of the Dead continued, "who among you shall rule?"

The trio immediately fell to fighting amongst themselves while Jergal looked on with indifference. When eventually it appeared that either they would all die of exhaustion or battle on for an eternity, the Lord of the End of Everything intervened. "after all you have sacrificed, would you come away with nothing? Why don't you divide the portfolios of the office and engage in a game of skill for them?" asked Jergal.

Bane, Bhaal, and Myrkul considered the god's offer and agreed. Jergal took the heads of his three most powerful liches and gave them to the trio that they would compete by bowling the skulls. Each mortal rolled a skull across the Gray Waste, having agreed that the winner would be he who bowled the farthest.

Malar the Beastlord arrived to visit Jergal at this moment. After quickly ascertaining that the winner of the contest would get all of Jergal's power, he chased off after the three skulls to make sure that the contest would be halted until he had a chance to participate for part of the prize. Bane, Bhaal, and Myrkul again fell to fighting as it was obvious their sport was ruined, and again Jergal intervened. "Why don't you allow Lady Luck to decide so you don't have to share with the Beast?"

The trio agreed, and Jergal broke off his skeletal finger bones and gave them to the players. When Malar returned from chasing the skulls, he found that the trio had just finished a game of knucklebones.

Bane cried out triumphantly, "As winner, I choose to rule for all eternity as the ultimate tyrant. I can induce hatred and strife at my whim, and all will bow down before me while in my kingdom."

Myrkul, who had won second place, declared, "But I choose the dead, and by doing so I truly win, because all you are lord over, Bane, will eventually be mine. All things must die—even gods."

Bhaal, who finished third, demurred, "I choose death, and it is by my hand that all that you rule Lord Bane will eventually pass to Lord Myrkul. Both of you must pay honor to me and obey my wishes, since I can destroy your kingdom Bane, by murdering your subjects, and I can starve your kingdom, Myrkul by staying my hand."

Malar growled in frustration but could do nothing, and yet again only the beasts were left for him.

And Jergal merely smiled, for he had been delivered.~

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@7338 = ~History of the Valley of the Gods:

It is said that even the powers must cavort and amuse themselves once in a great while. Far to the north of the Spine of the World is the Valley of the Gods. A paradise unequaled on this world or in the planes, this playground of the gods is not meant for mortals. Any mortal who reaches the Valley becomes a deity, for only deities may exist in the Valley. Far too many mortals with delusions of grandeur have thrown away the pleasures of this side of the Spine and their kingdoms in this world, only to break their backs searching for the legendary Valley of the Gods.~

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@7340 = ~Battle axe +2: 'Battleaxe of Mauletar'
During the Tethyr civil war, the Battleaxe of Mauletar was in the possession of the house of Ossyind. This noble family was betrayed while trying to flee the country, and Mauletar, lead guard and personal friend, took up the axe and sacrificed himself to buy enough time for his companions to flee. His battle cry was favored by the gods, and was echoed across the lands as a symbol of devoted friendship and loyalty. Thus, the magical axe was used to uphold these virtues, to be used against those who lacked honor and courage.~

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@7343 = ~Rhyte's Last Arrow +2
The tale of this weapon lost its significance in the sea of great stories that are told about the High Forest, but some bards still sing the song of the skilled archer Adaniss Rhyte.

"Oh, shocked from the strike of his powerful bow,
The slain game sought by Adaniss falls.
Long ago in the time of the Quiet Earth,
The hunt from the famed High Forest calls.

"The Duke of Everlund known for his boast
Of the trophies held in his pride as dear.
Intensely enraged at his rival hunter
Whose bounty by far surpassed his one year.

"One morn tragedy befell the land
With the misconceived death of the Duke's prized hound.
Fallen at the base of a great elm tree
A bow's shot death in its heart was found.

"With skill so great targets in his eyes were at the mercy of his arrow's flight.
His hands sure and still,
Never missing a kill,
None could match the marksmanship of Adaniss Rhyte.

"The same eve Adaniss called on the Duke,
His solemn mistake he wished to repay.
But the noble's rage claimed ten pounds of flesh
And an archer's arm hit the ground that day.

"The evil lord demanded justice unjust
The most vile curse on his arm to be cast.
Vengeance he sought for the price he had paid
Rhyte vowed the hound's arrow not to be his last.

"In sorrow the town helped him forge an axe
Blessed to honor his most glorious day.
With the mark of Rhyte's arrow to guide its strike
And reputed to kill in the very same way.

"With skill so great targets in his eyes were at the mercy of his arrow's flight.
His hands sure and still,
Never missing a kill,
None could match the marksmanship of Adaniss Rhyte.

"Again called the forest with its precious game,
And a prize Adaniss with thrill did he seek.
But none could be finer than the great clawed falcon
Sought by all amidst the forest's Lost Peaks.

"Once more the rivalry of the Duke did stir,
For he thought of his skills with Rhyte's bow to be best.
And set his sights on the glorious bird
To emerge as the holder of its sainted crest.

"The two climbed the peaks and searched days on end,
Each of their wills set as strong as the stone.
They found each other at a cliff by chance;
Both of their hatreds ran as deep as the bone.

"With skill so great targets in his eyes were at the mercy of his arrow's flight.
His hands sure and still,
Never missing a kill,
None could match the marksmanship of Adaniss Rhyte.

"The Duke drew the bow and pulled the string taut,
But first flew Adaniss's axe with its blow.
Cleaved, the lord stumbled to cliff's edge and off,
Defeated by Rhyte's last arrow...

"With skill so great targets in his eyes were at the mercy of his arrow's flight.
His hands sure and still,
Never missing a kill,
None could match the marksmanship of Adaniss Rhyte.
None could match the marksmanship of Adaniss Rhyte."

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– Deals an additional 10 electrical damage when thrown
– Returns to the wielder's hand when thrown

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d6+2
Damage Type (melee): Slashing
Damage Type (thrown): Missile
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Axe
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 4 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@7348 = ~Short Sword of Backstabbing: The Shadow's Blade
The Shadow's Blade was created to be the perfect assassin's tool. It is highly sought after by any who settle differences with a blade, and many that possess it do not do so for long.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +3
Damage: 1d6+3 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 0
Proficiency Type: Short Sword
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 4 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@7350 = ~This bow is enchanted to enhance its damage and boost the user's aim.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +3
Damage: +2
Speed Factor: 5
Proficiency Type: Longbow
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 12 Strength

Weight: 2~

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@7352 = ~Heavy Crossbow of Accuracy: The Guide
A favored siege weapon of King Shastir Longeve, crossbows of this type were designed for the systematic removal of defensive forces thought safe behind the battlements of castles. Scant few of these weapons survive to this day, mainly due to the eventual annihilation of the king's forces by a coalition of subjugated lands.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +7
Damage: +2 (missile)
Speed Factor: 7
Proficiency Type: Crossbow
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 11 Strength

Weight: 10~

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@7353 = ~Light Crossbow of Speed: The Army Scythe
A short-lived outpost of humans in the Frozen Forest unearthed this weapon, and many others, from the ruins of an ancient settlement deep within that cold land. Never knowing the names of their extinct benefactors, the colonists used these "tools" to carve a large territory for themselves, though in the end it was for naught. Crushed by a superior number of hobgoblins, these unfortunate souls have joined the ancients in their anonymity.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– 1 extra attack per round

THAC0: +3
Damage: +1 (missile)
Speed Factor: 3
Proficiency Type: Crossbow
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 8 Strength

Weight: 5~

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@7355 = ~Chain mail +2: 'Mail of the Dead'
A mage can make an extremely effective assassin, as Vorusta illustrated over 400 years ago. He would create skeleton warriors equipped with this enchanted armor and a powerful blade, and give their circlet of power to the target as a friendly gift. When the killing machine was through with its work, Vorusta retrieved the equipment and started the entire process over.~

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@7356 = ~Plate Mail +1 : Fallorain's Plate
Captain Fallorain, leader of Calimshan's 12th cavalry brigade, wore this enchanted armor for the last time during the Battle of the Spider Swamp. There he lost his life and army trying to rid an unrecorded evil from the area.

STATISTICS:

Armor Class: 2 (-1 vs. slashing)
Requires:
 11 Strength

Weight: 20~

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@7358 = ~This large shield has been enchanted to protect the wearer against missiles of all types.

STATISTICS:

Armor Class: +2, an extra +5 vs. missile weapons
Requires:
 13 Strength

Weight: 12~

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@7361 = ~Ring of Animal Friendship: Druid's Ring
A druid order in Cormanthor is said to cautiously guard the secret to the construction of these rings, which have never been seen in the possession of anyone outside their immediate membership. How this particular ring escaped the protection of their forest is unknown, but there are rumors that an outcast could have brought it into exile with them.

STATISTICS:

Charge abilities:
– Charm Animal (Save vs. Wand negates)
  Range: 40 ft.
  Area of Effect: 1 animal
  Duration: 2 hours

Weight: 0~

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@7368 = ~Ring of Infravision: Topsider's Crutch
Merchants that dare the risks of trading with the drow of the Great Rift are often given these items to aid in their movements underground.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Infravision up to 120 ft.

Weight: 0~

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@7370 = ~Ring of Folly: Discipliner
Oft the bane of the careless mage, this ring was actually used to promote humility. Hergat Norin, a grand wizard of Narfell, would give the Discipliner to his most skilled, and most egotistical, students. Through their blind arrogance, they would mistake the ring as a reward for their "obvious brilliance," and not the punishment of a disapproving teacher.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Intelligence: 3
– Wisdom: 3
– Infects the wearer with feeblemind
– Can only be removed with a Remove Curse spell

Weight: 0~

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@7371 = ~Necklace of Missiles: The One Gift Lost
The naming of this necklace originates from its only owner, Ikaida Mourneve, who quested to regain his kidnapped daughter. Not many would help the determined father, but a kind and generous mage bestowed this item on him to aid his cause. Alas, the necklace was lost when Ikaida dropped it into the Immerflow River while fending off bandits upon a suspension bridge. Fortunately, it is rumored that the item was not needed to reunite the family once again.

STATISTICS:

Charge abilities:
– Damage: 6d6 (Save vs. Spell for half)
  Range: 50 ft.
  Area of effect: 15-ft. radius

Weight: 1~

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@7373 = ~Shield amulet: 'The Warrior's Embrace'
This amulet was carried into deep dungeons within the Thunder Peaks nearly 600 years ago. Mistakenly overestimating the power of this item, the owner foolishly ventured too far and met his end there. How the amulet was removed from the dark caverns is shrouded in mystery, as is the identity of the individual who found it.~

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@7374 = ~Amulet of Metaspell Influence: The Amplifier
Known for its ability to enhance spellcasting, the Amulet of Metaspell Influence is highly sought after by magic practitioners. It was created by Elairdrin Mellwith, who resided in the Star Mountains. His reasons for fabricating such an item stemmed from his womanizing habits, and to this extent the Amplifier served his purpose well. It was later taken from him by a mage with a more destructive intent, but records detailing the change of hands vary widely.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Can cast one extra 2nd-level wizard spell

Weight: 1~

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@7379 = ~Boots of Grounding: Talos's Gift
Untold years ago, the Fortress of the Starspire Peninsula was placed under the direct torment of Talos when a favored Stormherald was murdered there. Talos promised the destruction of the city by earthquakes, its isolation by tidal waves, and the death of its citizens by storms. One pair of these boots was bestowed to ensure that none but a single man would survive to tell the story of his wrath. Later, travelers seeking fortune in the ruined city came upon an aged man, maddened by the continuous destruction around him; the boots he wore would carry to many a distant land the legend of a city consumed by a god's rage.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Electricity Resistance: +50%

Weight: 4~

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@7383 = ~Gauntlets of Dexterity: The Brawling Hands
This pair of gauntlets was likely developed in Kara-Tur to aid masters of the martial arts. Legends speak of such masters from the Far East bringing these items with them on their journeys, though details remain sketchy.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Dexterity: 18

Weight: 2~

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@7386 = ~Gauntlets of Weapon Expertise: Legacy of the Masters
Highly sought after among novice warriors, these items were once the property of the royal family of Threskel. Imparting a portion of the prince's legendary skill, these gauntlets grant the bearer mastery over all forms of weapons. The majority of their many previous owners seem to have come to bloody ends though; the gloves grant the ability of experience, but not the wisdom.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– THAC0: +1
– Damage: +2

Weight: 1~

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@7387 = ~This simple cloak has been imbued with some small magical properties to help protect its wearer. It does so by affecting both Saving Throws and Armor Class. It is ideal for mages and others who cannot wear bulkier or more restrictive types of armor.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +2
– Saving Throws: +2

Weight: 3~

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@7389 = ~This cloak was reputedly worn by Balduran, the founder of Baldur's Gate. Though it was never used in combat, it provides protection worthy of any great leader.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +1
– Saving Throws: +1
– Magic Resistance: 25%

Weight: 3~

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@7390 = ~Cloak of Non-Detection: Whispers of Silence
Reportedly created for a lineage of the greatest burglars ever to walk the night, this cloak was apparently a success. No record exists of previous owners.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Non-detectable by magical means such as Detect Invisibility and scrying

Weight: 3~

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@7392 = ~Girdle of blades: 'The Protector of the Unworthy'
The most infamous owner of this item forever tainted its reputation, though it is still a truly useful item. Morinden of the Wicked Heart made his living looting the bodies of those he slew. He would goad true warriors into duels of honor -though he had little knowledge of the subject—and laugh as their blades glanced off him. Eventually he met his end at the hands of a frustrated woodsman, who had wisely cast his sword aside in favor of a tree stump.~

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@7395 = ~Helm of Glory: Helm of the Noble
Named for its original owner, Sir Tain the Noble, this helm saw many great battles in his possession. It was eventually passed on to Sir Tain's squire, who had served him faithfully for almost ten years. Alas, the young man had neither the strength nor the skill to uphold his master's legacy. It is rumored he lost his life in the pursuit of a worthy but ultimately futile cause, and the helm has had many owners since.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +1
– Charisma: +1
– Protects against critical hits

Weight: 2~

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@7829 = ~Container of Razorvine Extract~

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@8529 = ~A desperate plan was created that would ensure this would never happen. All the artifacts within Sehanine tower were set to release their magic so that the tower would destroy itself. Before these energies were released, however, we planned to lead as many of the orcs and goblins as we could into Sehanine Tower.~

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@8705 = ~This bottle of elven wine also has the properties of a healing potion. During one of the elven festivals, the priests of the Seldarine's Hand imbibed too much that day and accidentally added a barrel of elven wine to a mixture that was intended for healing potions.

STATISTICS:

Special: Heals 2d8 Hit Points

Weight: 1~

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@8707 = ~This elven cloak, woven from silk and wool, was worn by a powerful wizard from Myth Nantar named Mithran Lightpetal. Mithran was well known for his love of travel and his acceptance of the "N'Tel'Quessir," or "not people," the non-elven people of the world. The cloak was actually the cause of his doom, for it was woven and enchanted by his dark elf lover, Rauva Vrinn. The style of the black and midnight-blue cloak was so obviously non-elven that his associates became suspicious.

Eventually, an acquaintance of Mithran, an elven drow-hunter named Gaedel, discovered Rauva's secluded hiding spot in the forests surrounding Myth Nantar. With a small band of warriors, Gaedel stormed her hut and quickly killed her. When Mithran discovered what had happened, he went berserk with fury. The mad mage assaulted the hunting lodge of Gaedel and his brothers, killing them all and leveling the lodge. Gaedel's family eventually attempted to take vengeance for the act, killing Mithran at the loss of most of their house. Mithran's cloak was recovered by his close friend, the dwarven warrior Hael Bronzelake. Had it not been, it would have been swallowed up under the waves with Myth Nantar when that proud city was drowned in the Sea of Fallen Stars several years later.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +3
– Saving Throws: +2

Weight: 5~

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@8746 = ~Beasts did he battle,
   And darkest of hordes,
   Forthright in his quest,
   Larrel conquered all

   Winters came,
   Winters went,
   Through darkest cold night,
   The one pushed through~

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@8751 = ~Ahhh. The tale of the elves and the dwarves. 'Tis a sad one...

In time of strife
Against the dark horde,
A friend we found
In the ones short and stout.

United as one,
Our forces did fight;
In battle we charged
And drove the dark back.~

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@8913 = ~[Note from Tazok to Nimbul]Nimbul,

The money you have received from Tranzig should cover your usual fee. Your assignment is a difficult one, but I'm sure that you are up to the task. There is a group of mercenaries who should be coming through Nashkel in the next few days. They are led by a whelp named <GABBER>. You are to kill <GABBER>, and all that travel with them. I warn you; they might not look like much, but they are very dangerous. Good hunting!

TAZOK~

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@8917 = ~[Note from Sarevok to Reiltar]Father,
I received your letter, and I can assure you that the mercenaries led by <GABBER> 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~

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@8918 = ~[The Personal Diary of Sarevok]Diary

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 proposal. If things go well, we could begin the operation within the year.

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 Reiltar's plan. He has been given all the resources he needs, as well as leadership of the project. I have expressed interest to my 'father', and he had promised to include me within the operations along the Sword Coast. He mentioned mother in our conversation: how I wasn't 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 one's worth must involve an act in accordance with his portfolio. I begin to see what I must do. Death on a god-like scale.

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: <GABBER> is, in actuality, one of Bhaal's brood as well. <GABBER> has all the markings, and it would explain Gorion's 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 Gorion's allegiances lay).

5th of Mirtul, 1368: Today I met with Reiltar in Baldur's 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. He's set up a base in the mansion of a destitute noble family and says that everything is running 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 we'll 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 I'll 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 Baldur's 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 won't 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 I'll be gone for the next few weeks.


? of Myrtle
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. <GABBER> is on the move to Baldur's 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 Baldur's 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 dopplegangers in the exact manner Reiltar should die. I think a garrote would be perfect for the task.

This diary looks to be important. You should probably keep it on your person.~

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@8919 = ~[Letter from Slythe to Sarevok 1]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 Baldur's Gate! We will be arriving in Baldur's 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.~

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@8920 = ~[Letter from Slythe to Sarevok 2]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 Baldur's Gate no less! I can't 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, that'll never happen.

Your obedient servant,
Slythe.~

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@8922 = ~[Message from Sarevok to Prat]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 Baldur's Gate. I apologize for leaving you here alone, but it was necessary to return to the city so as to take Rieltar's position as chief of operations. If things proceed smoothly I will be a Grand Duke within a few weeks.

Sarevok.~

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@8923 = ~[Message from Sarevok to Zorl 1]Shalak,
I am glad to hear that you were successful in disposing of Zorl. With his identity you should be able to infiltrate more of your kindred into the Merchant's League. Kill Irlentree as soon as possible and then that fop Aldeth.

Your Friend~

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@8924 = ~[Message from Sarevok to Zorl 2]Shalak,
  As long as Aldeth lives he is a great threat to all of us. He is friends with the mercenaries who have been stirring up so much trouble in the south. If he were to confide his fears with them, it could be disastrous. Kill him, soon!

Your Friend~

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@8925 = ~[Message from Sarevok to Zorl 3]Shalak,
It pleases me that you now count Irlentree among your number, but you must kill Aldeth Sashenstar. He is a foppish dilettante, with no skill and little intellect. It confuses me that you have not killed him yet; have your skills withered? Write back soon—when you have killed Aldeth.

Your Friend.~

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@9015 = ~Ancient Lore on Sehanine Moonbow
By Master E. L. Boyd

...Sehanine Moonbow is the elven goddess of the moon or, more specifically, the full moon. She governs divinations, omens, and subtle magics and protects against madness. She watches over the dreams of the elves, keeping them from harm while in reverie and sending omens to protect them from future dangers. Sehanine watches over the passage of the elven spirits from the world, and she is protectress of the dead...

...Alternately called the wife and daughter of Corellon, Sehanine is the mightiest of the female powers in the elven pantheon. Identified with the mystic power of the moon, Sehanine's tears are said to have mingled with Corellon's blood and given life to the elven race.~

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@9035 = ~Code of Training in the Seldarine's Hand
By Kaylessa

The Code

            Death to all who oppose our cause
                    Battle is the test above all
       Bring glory to the Hand of the Seldarine

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Every person under my tutelage will be instructed as follows:

You will learn every aspect of each melee weapon I present to you. You will become familiar with the strengths and weaknesses of each weapon and learn how to utilize it effectively.

You will also learn the ways of archery. Patience, discipline, and focus will be your guide. This promise will be your commitment to hitting any target no matter the difficulty.

As a soldier serving the Seldarine's Hand, you will conduct yourself in a proper manner befitting an elf at all times. Disobedience will not be tolerated.

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My Oath

What these values represent is your commitment to the Seldarine's Hand and yourself.
The promise I make is to hone your skills, both physical and mental, to bring honor to our brothers and sisters.

For the glory of the Hand,
Kaylessa~

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@9557 = ~RANGER: The Ranger is a warrior and a woods<PRO_MANWOMAN> who is skilled with weapons and is knowledgeable in the ways of the forest. The Ranger often protects and guides lost travelers and honest peasant-folk. A Ranger needs to be strong and wise to the ways of nature to live a full life.

CLASS FEATURES:

– May wear helmets.
– May wear any armor and use any weapon.
– May not exceed Specialization (two slots) in any weapon class.
– May achieve Specialization (two slots) in any fighting style.
– Begins Specialized (two slots) in Two-Weapon Style and may place a third slot into it.
– May select a racial enemy, which grants a +4 bonus to damage rolls against the selected enemy race.
– May use Tracking ability at will (once per round).

TRACKING: The ranger can attempt to look for tracks and gain information on what type of creatures, if any, have passed through the area. Potential information that can be gained from tracking includes the number of creatures, the direction they were traveling in, and how long ago the tracks were made.

– May use Charm Animal ability once per day every 2 levels (starts at 1st level with one use).
– May Hide in Shadows while wearing no armor, leather armor, or studded leather armor.
– May cast druidic spells starting at level 6.
– Alignment restricted to good.
– Hit Die: d10

Prime Requisites For Dual-Classing: Strength, Dexterity, Wisdom~

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@9608 = ~NEUTRAL: True neutral characters believe in the ultimate balance of forces, and they refuse to see actions as either good or evil. Since the majority of people in the world make judgments, true neutral characters are extremely rare. True neutrals do their best to avoid siding with the forces of either good or evil, law or chaos. It is their duty to see that all of these forces remain in balanced contention. True neutral characters sometimes find themselves forced into rather peculiar alliances. To a great extent, they are compelled to side with the underdog in any given situation, sometimes even changing sides as the previous loser becomes the winner. A true neutral druid might join the local barony to put down a tribe of evil gnolls, only to drop out or switch sides when the gnolls were brought to the brink of destruction. He would seek to prevent either side from becoming too powerful. Clearly, there are very few true neutral characters in the world.~

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@10043 = ~The dart is a small, easily concealable missile weapon that is thrown rather than fired from a bow or other launcher.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +1
Damage: 1d3+1 (missile)
Speed Factor: 1
Proficiency Type: Dart
Type: One-handed

Weight: 0~

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@10212 = ~Like others of its type, this war hammer is made entirely of steel, with a bone-crushing hammer mounted upon an eighteen-inch shaft. It has also been bestowed with a small number of magical properties, however, making it more effective in combat.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +1
Damage: 1d4+2 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 3
Proficiency Type: War Hammer
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 9 Strength

Weight: 6~

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@10233 = ~When asked about her past, IMOEN slaps your shoulder playfully. She says that you of all people should know, seeing as how you grew up together. Indeed, some of your fondest memories are of meeting this sprightly young lass. She apparently came to Candlekeep much as you did, though 10 years later in life, and she spent much more time with the gruff Winthrop than Gorion. "Puffguts" she would call him, much to the old innkeep's dismay.
She seems the eternal child, and is quite content to play the part of little sister, though you are both of comparative ages. You can tell by her hearty smile that she will always be willing to travel with you, no matter what path you take.~

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@10290 = ~Signed:

Larry

Darryl

Darryl~

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@10331 = ~Ray -
Who said, "This damn game will be...
the death of me!"
---~

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@10350 = ~Ioin O Gallchobhair

"Mea Gloria Fides"
---~

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@10354 = ~Ben's last words:
"I regret nothiiinnnngg!."
---~

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@10357 = ~A bard, of sorts, with skill in rhyme and reason made the words come clear,
He gladly wrote for all to hear and therein lies the rub, my friends,
He set his starts too far from ends, so "less is more" or go unread.
A lesson learned. Too bad I'm dead.

Lukas K.
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@10358 = ~Chris Parker (1 Kythorn, 1347)

He never returned from his last journey up North...
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@10377 = ~Dean.
The lean, mean, killing machine, died.
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@10378 = ~There once was a man named Don,
who fell asleep out on his lawn.
They thought he was pretending to be dead,
then a tombstone fell on his head.
And now Don is long gone.
---~

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@10415 = ~Larry's last words:
"Let's split up, we'll cover more ground."
---~

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@10443 = ~~

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@10637 = ~The server has admitted you to the game.
You can now modify the player and character information above.~

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@10811 = ~CAUTION!
Dual-classing is a significant change to your character. Please be sure you have read and understand the following, as well as the description given in the manual.

Dual-classing is an ability that only humans have. It is the process by which you stop advancing in your current class and begin advancing in a second class. You will retain the benefits and abilities of the first class at its current level, but from then on you will only gain experience in the second.

In order to become dual-classed, you must be of at least 2nd level in your current class. Your character must have scores of 15 or higher in the prime requisites of your current class and scores of 17 or more in the prime requisites of the class you wish to change to. Some classes cannot be combined due to alignment conflicts or inherent restrictions. Within Icewind Dale: Enhanced Edition, all resulting mixes must be viable multi-class combinations as well.

Dual-class characters have much the same requirements as multi-class characters. You must abide by the restrictions of the individual classes. For example: A Mage combination cannot cast spells while wearing armor, a Thief combination cannot use thieving skills while wearing armor other than leather, and a Cleric or Druid combination cannot use weapons that their ethos does not allow.

When you gain a level, you will have the option to change to a second class, provided you have the prerequisites and do not have any alignment conflicts. Your first class becomes "inactive," and you begin again at 1st level with 0 experience points in your second class. From then on, you progress as a single-classed character in your new class. ONCE YOU HAVE CHANGED TO A SECOND CLASS, YOU CANNOT GO BACK TO THE FIRST. Your first class will forever remain at its current level.

You will be unable to use the abilities of your first class until you have attained ONE LEVEL HIGHER in your new class. For example: If you were a 10th-level Mage and switched to a Fighter, you would not be able to use your Mage abilities again until you reached 11th level as a Fighter.~

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@10901 = ~Elder Orb~

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@10938 = ~CLERIC: The Cleric is a generic priest (of any mythos) who tends to the spiritual needs of a community. The Cleric is both protector and healer, though <PRO_HESHE> is not totally defensive.

CAUTION: Clerics may only use non-bladed, non-piercing weapons. If you have gained proficiencies in weapons other than these with your previous class, they will be LOST PERMANENTLY by dual-classing to Cleric.~

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@10942 = ~A wizard who concentrates his efforts in a single school of magic is called a specialist. The number of spells they can cast increases, but they lose the ability to cast spells of the school in opposition to their specialty.
CAUTION: Regardless of what class they are combined with, mages cannot cast spells while wearing armor.~

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@10984 = ~An excerpt...

"Tomorrow I will attempt to climb through the mountains near Kuldahar Pass. In a way, I feel like I should help Hrothgar and the others in their investigation. After all, they have very little protection should monsters be in the area. Bah! Perhaps my brothers are right. We elves were not meant to interfere in the world of men. These lands may once have belonged to our people, but that was long ago. It is the territory of the wild Reghed barbarians and the Ten Towns now. Why resist the tide against us? Those who do often turn to the darkness of war and conquest to reclaim the lands that we once ruled. It is an endeavor doomed to failure. Oh, there I go again. Corellon help me, I'm starting to sound like cousin Xan!"~

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@10991 = ~This belt made of bone has an ugly color that is similar to what bone marrow looks like. The belt itself adjusts to fit around the wearer's waist and imbues a magical sickly look on its user. The magics in the belt protect its wearer from slashing damage but make <PRO_HIMHER> a little more vulnerable to blunt damage.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +1
– Charisma: -2
– Slashing Resistance: +50%
– Crushing Resistance: -15%

Weight: 2~

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@11272 = ~Charles

One note too many. One day too late...
---~

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@11592 = ~Fire Giant's Hammer
DO NOT TRANS~

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@11852 = ~The dagger of venom is a potent blade favored by assassins all across the realms. This particular dagger of venom was created for use by the Shadow Thieves of Amn. Every time it hits an opponent, it secretes a venom into the bloodstream of the creature. The venom works quickly and efficiently.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– Hit target suffers 6 points of poison damage per round up to a total of 15 damage (Save vs. Poison negates)

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d4+2 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 0
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 2~

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@11898 = ~The dawn is especially cruel this morning.~ [CHAP00A]

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@11899 = ~You will not last long on your own with your meager equipment. Perhaps you can get some help from the friends Gorion mentioned, the ones at the Friendly Arm.~ [CHAP00C]

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@12218 = ~Wall of Fire
(Conjuration/Summoning)

Level: 4
Sphere: Elemental (Fire)
Range: Visual range of the caster
Duration: Special
Casting Time: 8
Area of Effect: Special
Saving Throw: None

The wall of fire spell brings forth an immobile, blazing curtain of magical fire of shimmering color—yellow-green or amber. The spell creates an opaque sheet of flame up to one 20-ft. square per level of the spellcaster, or a ring with a radius of up to 10 ft. + 5 ft. for every two levels of experience of the priest, and 20 ft. high.

'The wall of fire must be cast so that it is vertical with respect to the caster. The wall inflicts 4d4 points of damage, plus 1 point of damage per level of the spellcaster, to any creature passing through it. Creatures especially subject to fire may take additional damage, and undead always take twice normal damage. Note that attempting to directly catch moving creatures with a newly created wall of fire is difficult; a successful Saving Throw enables the creature to avoid the wall, while its rate and direction of movement determine which~

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@12253 = ~Alatos~

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@12330 = ~Innkeeper~

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@12343 = ~Innkeeper~

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@13136 = ~History of Amn:

Amn has the good fortune to have abundant natural resources; some would say Amn is the richest land on the continent. This has worked in Amn's favor for generations, because even if they were conquered, the new masters would be gentle, looking to gain wealth from the land, rather than to put it to the torch.

Amn has been a center of trade and commerce for as long as anyone can remember. Oral traditions handed down from father to son tend to support the theory that Amn has been a trade center for at least 800 years. Unfortunately, written records are difficult to find and often incomplete. It would seem the typical Amnish citizen was too busy trying to fill their coffers to write down events of the day.

Amn has always been more interested in the present and the future than the past, and this makes an accurate history difficult. The best records, the business papers of the oldest trading companies, are jealously guarded. The fear of revealing "trade secrets" is stronger than the call of history, so the average citizen knows very little about Amn's past.

It appears that the Amn of 100 years ago was very much like the Calimshan of today. Each major city was basically an independent entity, banding together for defense when necessary, and fighting for control of territory and profitable trade routes the rest of the time. A particularly brutal trade war began 24 years ago, with each city exacting prohibitive tariffs on goods imported from the others. The trade war escalated, and city troops began to raid caravans sponsored by other cities. In a matter of months commerce was brought to a halt, a number of cities were under siege, and war threatened to engulf the entire region.

Into the breach stepped a young merchant named Thayze Selemchant. Thayze was smart, charismatic, and very well connected (the Selemchant trading house was one of the oldest and richest in Athkatla.) He secretly contacted representatives of the five other richest merchant houses in Amn, and started to plan.

The first part of the plan involved the careful sprinkling of rumors about outside threats. One involved a pirate invasion from the Nelanther, another was about a massing of orcs just on the other side of the Cloud Peaks. Thayze even started a rumor about an elf army in the Forest of Tethir, ready to pounce on a divided Amn. None of the rumors were true, but they began to turn people's thoughts toward unity, not war.

Thayze knew that if he and the other members of his council were to take control of Amn, they would need broad-based popular support. Tensions between cities and merchant houses were still high, so to get that support, Selemchant and the others agreed to drop their family names and never use them again.

When news of a "Council of Six" spread throughout the land, many people accepted their rule. A group that would unite Amn under one rule, governing for the benefit of all instead of one city or trading company over another, was indeed a welcome change. The Council raised an army (at great personal expense) to quell the few pockets of resistance that remained, and have been in total control of Amn for the past 22 years.~

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@13138 = ~History of Cormyr:

Cormyr dates its years from the founding of House Obarskyr 1,342 years ago, the first of the noble houses and the line of its kings. For the bulk of this time, Cormyr was little more than a single city (Suzail) and a few fortified outposts. At times the monarch was forced by rebellion and intrigue to rule from those outposts instead of from the throne. King Azoun is the fourth of his name and the 71st of his line.

The land has been officially at peace for many years—since Rhigaerd overthrew the last of the border raiders. However, Cormyrean armies have taken part in many actions in nearby regions, recently mustering its forces to face Gondegal, the rebel of Arabel; to occupy Tilverton on the marches of the Dalelands; and to lead a crusade against the great Tuigan horde invading from the east. One wit has noted that "Yes, the land is at peace, but the army has to keep busy." In addition to pursuing major actions, Cormyrean patrols often skirmish with bandits on the roads in the north and west, and are at present battling orcs and other creatures north and east of Cormyr in Tilver's Gap and Shadow Gap. Both of these areas are threatened by raiders who will menace Cormyr itself if they ever overrun Tilverton. Cormyr has built a fortress, Castle Crag, to defend the kingdom from attacks from that quarter, and maintains the High Horn to protect against attacks from the West.~

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@13142 = ~History of Gondegal the Lost King:

Arabel, long under the dominion of Cormyr, for a time became the center of a swordsman's empire. This swordsman was Gondegal, the Lost King, who in the Year of the Dragon (1352 DR) attempted to carve a kingdom for himself centered on Arabel. It was to extend north to the Desertsmouth Mountains; south and west of Wyvernwater and the farms outlying from Eveningstar; and east to Tilver's Gap and the mountain passes.

In the years following, people would say that Gondegal's reach was no longer than his blade. He could not hold any of the territory against the might of Cormyr, Sembia, Daggerdale, Tilverton, and several of the other Dales -all of whom he drew the blood and ire of in the making of his throne.

Gondegal ruled for less than a season, though he reigned officially for scarcely eight days. The remainder of his rule was spent fighting here and there against one foe or another in the lands he claimed. His troops were largely mercenary, and his treasury of seized goods was small and soon gone. One night Gondegal's force simply melted away before the advancing troops of Cormyr, and was gone. King Azoun IV retook Arabel on that morn without wetting a blade.

No one has ever found the body of Gondegal; he is known to have fled north and then east via Teshwave, but then his fate becomes a matter of conflicting rumor and legend. Some believe he still lives with a score or more of loyal followers, keeping court in the wilds somewhere, a careful and ruthless bandit who takes care that none survive his attacks to carry tales anywhere. When entire caravans vanish at times anywhere between the High Dale and far-off Impiltur, he is blamed by talk in the taverns.

Gondegal was said to be a tall, gray-haired warrior of considerable personal skill and intelligence. His badge was a gray wolf's head, face on, with red eyes. Caravan guards often warn merchants to beef up the escort on a particular caravan, "else thy gold'll soon be gilding Gondegal's throne." Gondegal was an impeccable swordsman and somewhat chaotic in his self professed neutral alignment. If he does indeed yet live, the magic or treasure he carries, and who his allies might be, are all unknown.

Gondegal's reign had a great influence on the King of Cormyr, at that time in his second decade of rule. Not only was Azoun forced to put down an effective rebellion in his own country, he was forced to pay more attention to matters outside Suzail, to become the ruler of a nation as opposed to a city-state. Further, the bloodless assault on Arabel was Azoun's first true experience at the head of his army, and the joy of "freeing" the people of Arabel is one that remains with him.~

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@13144 = ~History of Luiren, Land of the Halflings:

The halflings of Luiren claim that it is the original homeland of halflings in the realms. Although other halflings may disagree with this, it is true that Luiren was settled hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years ago.

Luiren's history is one of conquerors and subjugation. Throughout the centuries, the halflings have been conquered by the barbarians who used to inhabit Dambrath, by the kingdom of Estagund, and even once by the monsters of Beldorn. In every case, the invaders were eventually defeated because they made the mistake of underestimating the halflings due to their small stature. A good bit of mischief, mayhem, and general trouble-making by the halflings also helped end the occupations.

Currently, Luiren is enjoying unprecedented prosperity. The halflings are currently taking advantage of their relationship with the nation of Durpar; their biggest customer and greatest competitor. Also, through these close ties with Durpar, Luiren has protected itself against another Dambraii invasion. The rulers of Dambrath must know that if they begin to expand to the east, they will arouse the ire of Durpar, as well as Var and Estagund. The threat of a trade embargo and/or military consequences have kept this aggressive nation away from the Luireners.~

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@13148 = ~History of Shadowdale— Joadath and the Tyrist Massacre:

The past hundred years have been an example of the best and worst of the lords of Shadowdale. All have been nonnative to the Dalelands, though all made the land their home. A century ago the lord of the Dales was one Joadath, a stiff-necked agnostic who denied the power of any god, good or evil, and used force to back up his beliefs. During this time there was a great deal of religious persecution, including a massacre of Tyrists on Watcher's Knoll. Joadath was eventually killed by a beast of the nether planes summoned by parties unknown, which then proceeded to rampage through the Dale. The beast was killed and Shadowdale rescued by the spellcasters Aumry and Sylune. Aumry was proclaimed lord by acclamation.~

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@13150 = ~History of Shadowdale— Jyordhan the False Lord:

 Lord Aumry was assassinated by Zhentarim agents, who in turn were captured and killed by the warrior Jyordhan. Jyordhan, with the Pendant of Ashaba in hand (the symbol of the lordship in the Dales), proceeded to present himself as the new lord, and was so acclaimed by the people. It was unknown to the people that Jyordhan was also an agent of the Zhentarim, and that the entire proceeding had actually been a ruse.

Jyordhan abandoned the Twisted Tower, instead establishing himself in Castle Krag east of Shadowdale. His court was soon overrun with agents of the Black Network. When the people eventually revolted, Zhentil Keep sent peace-keeping forces to maintain Jyordhan's rule. Sylune, Lord Aumry's widow, now aware of the deception but a firm pacifist, did her best to keep the Dale healthy and intact during Jyordhan's evil rule.~

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@13151 = ~History of Shadowdale— Khelben Kills Jyordhan:

Lord Jyordhan's rule of Shadowdale ended when he encountered Khelben Arunsun, also called the Blackstaff. The story at the time was that Jyordhan accepted an invitation from Khelben to visit Waterdeep, and there he took ill and died. In reality, Jyordhan ambushed Khelben as the mage was leaving Shadowdale, and the Blackstaff killed him. In either case, Khelben took hold of the Pendant of Ashaba (the symbol of the lordship in the Dales) and returned to Waterdeep with it, promising to send a suitable candidate for lordship to the Dales. Jyordhan had ruled for five years, and without his advocacy, Castle Krag was abandoned and the Zhentil Keep troops routed. Jyordhan's previously chosen successor was a Melvauntan named Lyran, but without the Pendant this individual was considered a pretender to the throne.~

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@13152 = ~History of Shadowdale—Lords Accepted by Acclamation:

This acclamation of the people has formed the basis for choosing the lord of Shadowdale since the routing of the evil Lord Jyordhan by Khelben Blackstaff. Usually a predecessor will step down as opposed to dying in office, and his chosen successor will be approved by the populace at large. This system has had its drawbacks, as will be shown below, but in general, it has served the independent, self-willed people of the Dale very well. They have avoided the "genetic lottery of which good bureaucracies and bad kingships are made" (a quote from the venerable Elminster). The symbol of the lordship is the Pendant of Ashaba, a device owned by the original wizard, and used to determine the rightful lord of the Dale.~

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@13153 = ~History of Shadowdale—The Time of No Lords:

 During the period when Khelben Blackstaff held the Pendant of Ashaba (the symbol of the lordship in the Dales), Sylune (widow of the murdered Lord Aumry) was the de facto ruler of Shadowdale, though these years were known as the Time of No Lords. Sylune and an adventuring company known as Mane's Band were responsible for driving out the Zhentil Keep forces and keeping at bay the monsters in the area. The Twisted Tower, the traditional seat of leadership, remained uninhabited following its abandonment by the evil Lord Jyordhan, and neither Sylune nor the companions of Mane's Band wished to assume the mantle of leader. With time, Mane's Band passed on to other lands and adventures.~

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@13155 = ~History of Shadowdale—Elminster Moves to Shadowdale:

It is of note that during the time that Doust Sulwood of the Knights of Myth Drannor assumed the role of Lord of Shadowdale, Elminster took up residence in the area. A semi-regular visitor up to that time, he took possession of a low, abandoned tower at the foot of the Old Skull, and declared himself to be officially in retirement. The nature of that retirement varies from active involvement in local affairs to long-term vacations on other planes. The natives of the Dale have come to the understanding that they cannot always count on the powerful mage being in residence in times of need or danger, but when he is present in these circumstances his aid is usually given.~

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@13156 = ~History of Shadowdale—Doust Chooses Mourngrym Amcathra to Succeed Him:

Doust Sulwood, recommended to the position by Khelben Blackstaff, ruled Shadowdale as lord for five years. "Seems like a millennium," he was oft known to have reported, and the tedium of court life and the lure of adventure eventually caused him to retire his position and rejoin the Knights of Myth Drannor in regular adventuring. He handed the Pendant of Ashaba (symbol of the Lordship) on to one of the younger Knights, a Waterdhavian noble named Mourngrym Amcathra. Mourngrym had been dispatched by Khelben from Waterdeep for other purposes, but Doust liked both the young man's straightforward honesty and his willingness to shoulder the burden of protecting the small community from myriad dangers. Time has proven this choice a wise one.~

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@13157 = ~History of Shadowdale—Shaerl and Mourngrym Meet and Marry:

The implications of Khelben "Blackstaff" Arunsun "choosing" the last two lords of Shadowdale (Doust Sulwood and Mourngrym Amcathra) were not lost on the Dale's powerful neighbor to the south, Cormyr. An agent was sent northward to divine Mourngrym's true intentions and to guarantee the Dale's continued good relationship with the throne of the Purple Dragon. The agent was a rogue named Shaerl Rowanmantle, sent by Vangerdahast (though all paperwork on this matter has been curiously incinerated in Suzail, so all is hearsay and tale). Shaerl discovered more than she intended and fell in love with young Mourngrym. The two married and became the lord and lady of Shadowdale. Shaerl's loyalty is now to her husband and to the land they co-rule. This was probably not the intention of the Cormyreans.~

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@13158 = ~History of Shadowdale— Mourngrym's Rule:

Since being recommended to the position by outgoing Lord Doust Sulwood, Lord Mourngrym Amcathra's rule of Shadowdale has been less peaceful than he had hoped. The First Battle of Shadowdale occurred in the Year of the Prince (1357 DR), and involved Daleland forces routing those of Lyran the Pretender. Lyran has made repeated attempts to gain the Lordship, as was intended by the former Zhentish puppet, Lord Jyordhan. While significant, this battle pales when compared to the larger battle fought on the same site between Bane-led Zhentil Keep forces and the Dales during the Time of Troubles (1358 DR/0 PR). When the Battle of Shadowdale is referred to (without a number), it usually means this second battle. In addition, Mourngrym has had to deal with a large number of skirmishes, incursions, a possible invasion from below, explosions, and other sundry disasters.

Mourngrym and Shaerl have one child, Scotti, who is now nine winters old. By the customs of the area, he is not considered the heir apparent, and another suitable warrior or mage may take the reins of power of the small community. Most feel that Mourngrym will hold the Pendant until his son has reached his maturity, then abdicate in young Scotti's favor once he takes his grown name. If this happens, it will be the first occasion of the lordship of Shadowdale passing down through a family.~

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@13160 = ~History of the Bell in the Depths:

One of the great and mysterious sites in the Moonsea area, the Bell in the Depths, is connected with legendary Northkeep, an island kingdom that was the first great citadel of humankind in these cold lands. Northkeep was a great and magical city, and it was under the protection of these magics that humanity first began to press back the orc hordes and take command of the sea.

The power of Northkeep made it an obvious target for orcs, giants, and other evil races. However, these creatures were not inclined towards sea actions, and Northkeep seemed safe until the day when (according to legend) 40,000 inhuman mages, shamans, witch doctors, and priests of all foul races gathered on the northern shore of the Moonsea and began to chant, bringing the vengeance of their gods down upon the human interlopers. The gods (at least some of them) came and destroyed their priests for disturbing them, but also sank Northkeep beneath the waves.

The upper reaches of Northkeep—its slender, now-broken spires—can be seen beneath the water by boats that sail nearby. This is not attempted often, however, as the region is said to be haunted by the original defenders of Northkeep, seeking company in their watch over the Cold Lands. On fog-ridden nights the bells of the tallest towers, despite being submerged, can be heard as far away as Hillsfar.~

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@13161 = ~History of the Chosen of Mystra:

The reason why Mystra, the Goddess of Magic, invested a portion of her divine might in mortals is not known. One of the more popular theories, and one that is gaining more support in light of the goddess's other actions during that period, is that Mystra foresaw the Time of Troubles (and her own passing at the hands of Helm) and chose to give some of her power to mortals in order to ensure that her successor (the female mage Midnight, as it turned out) would have a number of nearly immortal allies in the struggle against the schemes of the gods (the now dead Bane, Myrkul, and Bhaal) who precipitated the Time of Troubles by stealing the Tablets of Fate. The theory goes on to suggest that Mystra informed Azuth at approximately the Year of the Rising Flame (0 DR), more than 1,300 years before the Time of Troubles, that some of her power must be put into the hands of mortals who would then become known as Mystra's Chosen. This power would sleep within the bodies of those mortals, allowing Mystra to call on it only with their permission. It would give the Chosen the innate ability to heal quickly, and would give them life spans far greater than those of ordinary mortals. Mystra speculated that these mortals might be able to call on her power and thereby gain some special abilities, but that these powers would not rival those of a deity. (See "Powers" below.)

The Goddess of All Magic then began to select mortals she thought to be suitable. One of the first was the young mage Elminster, and she also singled out a promising wizard named Khelben Arunsun. Both have proved to be worthy and capable receptacles of her power, but Mystra's other early attempts to invest her power in living humans were unsuccessful, and she came to realize that only very few mortals were of stern enough substance to contain such power within themselves without being destroyed or corrupted. Even though some people aside from Elminster and Khelben may have possessed the requisite strength, it is possible that having lived for years prior to being visited by Mystra had set them on a path from which they were not able to deviate. Whatever the reason, the problem needed to be solved. To get around the difficulty, Mystra devised a plan to use herself as a vessel to breed individuals who could be nurtured and acclimated to her power from the very beginnings of their lives.

For the father of these individuals, she picked the best example of human stock she could find: Dornal Silverhand, a nobleman and a former Harper who lived near Neverwinter. Mystra then possessed the body of Elue Shundar, a half-elven sorceress whom Dornal was already attracted to. Mystra revealed her presence and her plan to Elue, who happily and eagerly agreed to have the goddess share her body. Elue had been reluctant, but under the influence of Mystra the woman became a seductress, and Dornal found his advances being suddenly returned with great fervor.

Dornal and Mystra/Elue were wed in the Year of Drifting Stars (760 DR). The first of seven daughters, Anastra Sylune, was born the following winter. Sylune's six sisters emerged at one-year intervals thereafter: Endue Alustriel, Ambara Dove, Ethena Astorma (she prefers the shortened "Storm" these days), Anamanue Laeral, Alassra Shentrantra (known today as the Simbul), and Er'sseae Qilue. These siblings have become known in Realmsian lore as the Seven Sisters.

Dornal, who had been kept in the dark about his wife's true nature through the years (presumably because Mystra didn't want to risk losing his services), was disappointed and nearly distraught by the time his sixth child was born; he had always wanted sons as well as daughters. More importantly, he was seeing his wife deteriorate right before his eyes. The strain of coexisting with the goddess all these years had turned Elue into a withered shell—in essence a lich, clinging to life only because Mystra's power was within her.

When Elue was carrying the seventh child, Dornal consulted a priest who told him his wife had been possessed by an entity of great magical power. To spare both of them any further agony, he attempted to slay his wife's physical form by severing her head from her body.

As soon as he had done this, Mystra was forced to reveal herself to him, and she went on to explain her scheme. Just as she had worried would happen, Dornal was aghast at how he and his wife had been used by the goddess. He turned his back on the corpse of his wife, abandoned his lands and his children, and vanished into the North. Mystra bore him no ill will, and in fact protected him for the final 30 years of his life. When Dornal finally did meet his end he called out to Mystra, and the goddess granted him continued existence as her servant. Now known as the Watcher, Dornal Silverhand travels the world unseen by mortals on a continuing mission to locate candidates to swell the ranks of the Chosen and to identify possible threats to Mystra and her minions.~

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@13163 = ~History of the Dead Three: 'KNUCKLEBONES, SKULL BOWLING, AND THE EMPTY THRONE'

 In ages past there was but one god of strife, death, and the dead, and he was known as Jergal, Lord of the End of Everything. Jergal fomented and fed on the discord among mortals and powers alike. When beings slew each other in their quest for power or in their hatred, he welcomed them into his shadowy kingdom of eternal gloom. As all things died, everything came to him eventually, and over time he built his power into a kingdom unchallenged by any other god. Eventually, however, he grew tired of his duties for he knew them too well. Without challenge there is nothing, and in nothingness there is only gloom. In such a state, the difference between absolute power and absolute powerlessness is undetectable.

During this dark era, there arose three powerful mortals—Bane, Bhaal, and Myrkul—who lusted after the power Jergal wielded. The trio forged an unholy pact, agreeing that they would dare to seek such ultimate power or die in the attempt. Over the length and breadth of the realms they strode, seeking powerful magic and spells and defying death at every turn. No matter what monster they confronted or what spells they braved, the three mortals emerged unscathed at every turn. Eventually the trio destroyed  one of the Seven Lost Gods, and they each seized a portion of his divine essence for themselves.

The trio then journeyed into the Gray Waste and sought out the Castle of Bone. Through armies of skeletons, legions of zombies, hordes of noncorporeal undead, and a gauntlet of liches they battled. Eventually they reached the object of their lifelong quest—the Bone Throne.

"I claim this throne of evil," shouted Bane the tyrant. "I'll destroy you before you can raise a finger," threatened Bhaal the assassin. '''"And I shall imprison your essence for eternity," promised Myrkul the necromancer.

Jergal arose from his throne with a weary expression and said, " The Throne is yours. I have grown weary of this empty power. Take it if you wish—I promise to serve and guide you as your seneschal until you grow comfortable with the position." Before the stunned trio could react, the Lord of the Dead continued: "Who among you shall rule?"

The trio immediately fell to fighting amongst themselves while Jergal looked on with indifference. When eventually it appeared that either they would all die of exhaustion or battle on for an eternity, the Lord of the End of Everything intervened. "After all you have sacrificed, would you come away with nothing? Why don't you divide the portfolios of the office and engage in a game of skill for them?" asked Jergal.

Bane, Bhaal, and Myrkul considered the god's offer and agreed. Jergal took the heads of his three most powerful liches and gave them to the trio that they would compete by bowling the skulls. Each mortal rolled a skull across the Gray Waste, having agreed that the winner would be he who bowled the farthest.

Malar the Beastlord arrived to visit Jergal at this moment. After quickly ascertaining that the winner of the contest would get all of Jergal's power, he chased off after the three skulls to make sure that the contest would be halted until he had a chance to participate for part of the prize. Bane, Bhaal, and Myrkul again fell to fighting as it was obvious their sport was ruined, and again Jergal intervened. "Why don't you allow Lady Luck to decide so you don't have to share with the Beast?"

The trio agreed, and Jergal broke off his skeletal finger bones and gave them to the players. When Malar returned from chasing the skulls, he found that the trio had just finished a game of knucklebones.

Bane cried out triumphantly, "As winner, I choose to rule for all eternity as the ultimate tyrant. I can induce hatred and strife at my whim, and all will bow down before me while in my kingdom."

Myrkul, who had won second place, declared, "But I choose the dead, and by doing so I truly win, because all you are lord over, Bane, will eventually be mine. All things must die—even gods."

Bhaal, who finished third, demurred, "I choose death, and it is by my hand that all that you rule Lord Bane will eventually pass to Lord Myrkul. Both of you must pay honor to me and obey my wishes, since I can destroy your kingdom, Bane, by murdering your subjects, and I can starve your kingdom, Myrkul, by staying my hand."

Malar growled in frustration, but could do nothing, and yet again only the beasts were left for him.

And Jergal merely smiled, for he had been delivered.~

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@13164 = ~History of the Dragon Coast:

The history of the Dragon Coast is the history of money, particularly the darker side of the coin. Situated on the main trade routes between the Inner Sea and the Sword Coast, these lands never coalesced into a solid, coherent nation, like Cormyr or Sembia. Instead small petty city-states have risen and fallen, powered by greed and the most powerful merchant or pirate faction of the day.

As a result, the Dragon Coast has always been the home of the smuggler, the pirate, the rogue, and the hired killer. It has been the place where those seeking to skirt the laws of more civilized nations to the north make landfall. It is here that the Red Wizards gain their access to the Western Heartlands, and where the Cult of the Dragon launches its plots to the south. And it is here that independent secret societies and assassin guilds have their greatest power.

The last semblance of organized resistance to this trend was the reign of Verovan, last of the kings of Westgate. The monarchy of Westgate had long worked closely with the various mercantile and pirate factions, but Verovan attempted to stem the growing power of the merchant houses and petty lords. His sudden and mysterious death without acceptable heirs in 1248 DR opened the door for much of what now is commonplace in the Dragon Coast—corruption and treachery.

It should be noted that while Verovan's name is still venerated in these lands, better known is Immurk, the greatest of the Inner Sea Pirates, a brash and flamboyant rogue who united a pirate fleet beneath him and ruled from 1164 DR to his death in 1201 DR. Such it is in the Dragon Coast, that good people are venerated, but the power of darker rogues is imitated.~

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@13165 = ~History of the Drow, The Descent:

We know very little of the Ilythiiri, or "elves of the South," before this crucial event. Even then they were known as "dark elves," for the hue of their skins. They dwelt in the jungles and hot forests of the South. A proud, warlike, culturally advanced (some sages of other elven peoples say "decadent") folk, the Ilythiiri attacked all neighbors, including other elven tribes. Their cruel raids and depredations, ordered by warlike nobility and the clergy of their two cruel deities, Ghaunadaur and Lolth, forced elves, humans, dwarves, and others to ally against them.

Defeated in a series of titanic magical battles, the dark elves fled into underground warrens they had earlier discovered. This event, known as "the Descent," marked the end of the drow as a surface-dwelling race.~

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@13166 = ~History of the Drow, The Dark Wars:

The warlike drow nature did not change when they escaped their surface foes during the Descent. In fact, they immediately launched a series of wars to establish territories in the Underdark. They began by stealing and seizing dwarven magical items and using them against the dwarves—establishing an enmity that is still strong today.

The drow then fought among themselves, noble against noble, priest against priestess, for rule of their new realm. This all-out war ended amid great magical explosions that brought down the roof of the largest dwarven cavern they had seized, great Bhaerynden. The ceiling collapsed entirely, burying many drow and the shattered dwarven cities. The cavern, now open to the sky, became known as the Great Rift. The surviving drow nobles gathered what people, slaves, and equipment they could seize and fled into the Underdark in search of places to dwell. "The Scattering" brought about the many rival, self-interested cities where most drow live today.~

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@13169 = ~History of the Moonsea:

The Moonsea has a long history as the border between the elven lands to the south and the darker, more sinister lands of the Ride and Thar, home of dragons and giant and ogre tribes in great multitudes. The deep sea was an excellent barrier to the raiders, as those tribes who sought invasion had to detour around and through the lands that would eventually hold Yulash, Zhentil Keep, and Hillsfar.

The first true settlement in Moonsea was Northkeep, a shining citadel established as a beacon of civilization and a jumping-off point for merchants seeking trade with the dwarves of the North—including not only Tethyamar, but the clans of the Cold Lands—who traded their metalwork and craft for much-needed magic. In the end, Northkeep was sunk beneath the icy waters of the Moonsea by the inhuman forces, and humankind suffered one of many setbacks in the region.

So has been the nature of human habitation of this region since the beginning. Human settlements thrive for a few years, usually through sheer willpower and on the strength of a sharp sword, and then are overrun by goblins, orcs, dragons, beholders, or giants. Phlan has fallen and risen again. Yulash is a ruin where a decade ago there was a thriving town. Hulburg and Sulasspryn are empty hulks. Each of the cities of the Moonsea seems threatened with extinction in its turn, then is rebuilt.

This cycle may be the reason that only the strongest and the most savage survive, even prosper, in the lands of the Moonsea. The greatest cities—Hillsfar, Mulmaster, and the impenetrable Zhentil Keep—are all ruled by evil people who control their lands with iron grips. The lesser cities, Elventree, Phlan, and Thentia, may be less evil, but have a strong, independent, almost chaotic nature. In many ways the Moonsea is a frontier, with a frontier mentality.~

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@13170 = ~History of the North—The First Flowering:

For millennia, gold elves dwelt in Illefarn (where Waterdeep now stands) and Eaerlann (along the River Shining). From their ornate forest cities, they traded with emerging human nations like Netheril and Illusk and repulsed the attacks of the goblin races. Meanwhile, dwarven clans united as the nation of Delzoun, named for the dwarf who forged the union. The nation, existing primarily underground, extended from the Ice Mountains to the Nether Mountains. Silver Moon Pass was its western border and the Narrow Sea its eastern shore. Orcs came from north of the Spine of the World but were turned back in great slaughter by the elves. To this day, this is the homeland and stronghold for orcs and similar races.~

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@13171 = ~History of the North—The Crown Wars:

Humans immigrated in bands from the Shining Sea and up to the Sword Coast. They became seafarers, striking out across the waves to the Moonshaes, Mintarn, Ruathym, and the northern islands. Elves engaged in an unceasing war against each other, with the humans and orcs taking over the resulting ruins. Perhaps the greatest calamity to befall the Fair Folk was the Dark Disaster, a killing magic that took the form of a dark, burning cloud. It enshrouded the kingdom of Miyeritar, and when it faded away some months later, not an elf lived—nor were trees left, only an open, blasted moor: the High Moor.

All was not dark for the elves. Although in retreat, as barbarian humans and orc hordes grew in strength, their power rose in the Elven Court and Evereska (remaining a stronghold to this day). They conceived of cooperation between dwarves, kindly humans, and other elves for mutual survival against orcs, marauding humans, and the tide of beasts (ogres, bugbears, trolls, goblins, gnolls, and other nonhuman creatures) led by the rising power of giants. Astonishingly, in at least three places—the Fallen Kingdoms and the cities of Silverymoon and Myth Drannor—they succeeded with shining grace.

To the east, on the sandy shores of the calm and shining Narrow Sea, human fishing villages grew into small towns and then joined together as the nation of Netheril. Sages believe the fishing towns were unified by a powerful human wizard who had discovered a book of great magic power that had survived from the Days of Thunder—a book that legend calls the Nether Scrolls. Under this nameless wizard and those who followed, Netheril rose in power and glory, becoming both the first human land in the North and the most powerful. Some say this discovery marked the birth of human wizardry, since before then, mankind had only shamans and witch doctors. For over three thousand years, Netheril dominated the North, but even its legendary wizards were unable to stop their final doom.~

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@13172 = ~History of the North—Recent History of the North:

In the waning summer months of 1367, an immense orc horde descended from the Spine of the World, intent on winding its way south into the trade lands of the North. This force of orcs, led by King Greneire, surged its way south between the Moonwood and the Cold Wood, stopping just outside the Citadel of Many Arrows.

King Obould, orc ruler of the Citadel of Many Arrows, was terrified at the prospect of another orc horde, despite the fact that he knew they should be working together against the humans of the North and the spawn of Hellgate Keep. His tribal shamans, however, had been predicting a treacherous fall of the citadel—and they'd told the king that he'd be deposed by other orcs.

Thus, it was a dark day when King Greneire and his horde of 150,000 orcs appeared on the plains outside the Citadel of Many Arrows. King Obould announced to his followers that this horde had been sent to dislodge them from their home and send them out to be scavengers among the plains. He vowed that, with Gruumsh as his witness, the Citadel of Many Arrows would slaughter these treacherous orcs "like elves during a festival."

For four months, the 40,000 orcs within the citadel held their ground. Assault after assault was mounted against the high walls of the garrison, but the attacking orcs were losing far more than the defenders. Still, the living conditions within the walls—never too good to begin with—created losses of their own.

The battle for the Citadel of Many Arrows culminated during the first week of Uktar. As another light blanket of snow sought to bury the gathered orcs, King Greneire threw his entire remaining army at the citadel, bursting its gates and pitting orc against orc in a flurry of swords. As the two orc kings sought one another out along the ramparts, the citadel began to burn.

The orcs that survive the battle still speak of the superhuman prowess of the two kings as they battled one another before their troops. Finally, however, King Obould ran Greneire through with his long sword, but Obould was severely wounded by the time Greneire had breathed his last breath. The orcs erupted into battle once again, and no one is quite certain what became of King Obould.

It was through the smoke and snow that the victors of the conflict emerged: the dwarves of Clan Warcrown along with a contingent of troops from Silverymoon. Charging in through the shattered gates, these new attackers quickly routed the exhausted orcs of the citadel, sending them scurrying off into the wilderness.

King Emerus Warcrown now rules the Citadel of Many Arrows, though the dwarves now call the city by its old name of Felbarr. Most in the North still tend to refer to the city as the Citadel, however, waiting to see if it can withstand the next orc horde. King Warcrown has put out a call for all dwarves to help defend the citadel, and news of a new vein of gold and silver is spreading rapidly through dwarven communities.~

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@13176 = ~History of the North—1368, Year of the Banner:

 As the dwarves settled in for the winter in their reclaimed city of Felbarr, a group of Zhentarim-sponsored adventurers broke into Great Worm Cavern, slaying Elrem the Wise, shaman leader of the Great Worm tribe. As the tribe's warriors descended into the ranks of the evil adventurers, teleportation magic spirited at least three of those responsible—as well as a vast amount of treasure stolen from Elrem—to safety.

According to Themrin, the tribe's present shaman, Elrem promised to "watch over the tribe in spirit now that my mortal form is destroyed." Despite the reassuring words of Elrem, the tribe suffered through an oppressive winter that included both heavy snow, scarce game, and low morale.

Trusted visitors to the barbarian encampment report that Themrin and Gweshen "Ironhand" Talistars are wearing some form of armor made from the scales of Elrem. This use of their former shaman's body as "protection" was supposedly ordained through a dream vision. The armor appears as little more than a supple leather armor, but seems to deflect blows and protect as well as full plate mail.

Nesme reported a drastic rise in the number of troll attacks in the Evermoors, and various sources confirm that something is driving the trolls out of the moors. Whatever is behind the trolls' exodus is destined to remain a mystery for the remainder of the year, as adventuring parties expend themselves against the never-ending supply of trolls that are fleeing the bog.

In the most surprising move of the year, the Blue Bear Tribe, led by the shaman/chieftain Tanta Hagara, marched on the fiend-ridden fortress of Hellgate Keep. While a brief struggle for political control of the city was reported by various sources, Tanta Hagara emerged as the new ruler of the city.~

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@13178 = ~History of the North—Return of the Beast (1367—?):

Sages, philosophers, historians, and priests alike feel an ill-boding in the chill air. They predict a slow change over the next decade, but within the lifetime of men born on the first day of this age. They believe that the beasts that once ruled the land plan to return to claim what's rightfully theirs, imprisoning and enslaving the crowns. Where elves once reigned, men now rule, but their hold—as true for all civilizations before—is tenuous at best.~

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@13179 = ~History of the North—137O, Year of the Tankard:

Even before spring has graced the Savage North, reports of treants massing in the High Forest have reached all of the northern cities. It seems that all of the creatures of the forest have mobilized to restore the High Forest after the fall of Hellgate Keep. Something must still reside below the ruins of Hellgate Keep, however, for the Company of the Jaded Heart never emerged from the depths below the city. The treants have since blocked entrance into the ruins, sealing whatever evil still lurks within far below the sight of man.

But there is other activity in the North as well. Luskan still flirts with war, tempting neighboring cities and yet staying just below the wrath of Waterdeep. The barbarians still brew in the north, quick to take offense at innocent incursions into their sacred holdings. Rumors of Zhentarim agents scouring the Fallen Lands for powerful magic from long-lost Netheril continue to circulate. And adventurers still abound in the Savage Frontier.~

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@13180 = ~History of the Red Ravens:

One of the few long-standing mercenary companies that operate in Cormyr, the Red Ravens have a strength on paper of 110 swords, but can easily triple that number with new hires if they get a sufficiently large contract. They have been kept on retainer by the government of Cormyr with the stated purpose of cleaning out the Stonelands to the north. They have been moderately successful in this goal, but the Stonelands are still far from being a safe territory.

The Red Ravens are commanded by Rayanna the Rose, a veteran of the Horde crusade. They are noted for their honesty and trustworthiness, as they do not wish to jeopardize their royal charter. Most of their troops are armed with studded leather and carry long swords. They charge 200 gold pieces per week for the services of their 110-being unit. Their symbol is a red raven amulet.~

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@13182 = ~History of the Unicorn Run:

Bards and sages pass down the tale that the headwaters of the Unicorn Run are, in truth, the Font of Life and a cradle of fecundity. Each natural race is said to have emerged from the womb of Chauntea onto Toril at the river's source and then traveled down the Unicorn Run to the outside world. Some say that a daughter of Chauntea resides at the river's source to usher the newborns into the world, while others claim that Shialla midwifes the process.

Regardless of the truth, the elves, korreds, and halflings all agree that the Unicorn Run is sacred to life and a site of incredible purity. As a result, all three races have strong taboos about extended trips up the run, for if the river is ever fouled, then no new races will ever be born on Toril again.~

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@13183 = ~History of the Valley of the Gods:

It is said that even the powers must cavort and amuse themselves once in a great while. Far to the north of the Spine of the World is the Valley of the Gods. A paradise unequaled on this world or in the planes, this playground of the gods is not meant for mortals. Any mortal who reaches the Valley becomes a deity, for only deities may exist in the Valley. Far too many mortals with delusions of grandeur have thrown away the pleasures of this side of the Spine and their kingdoms in this world, only to break their backs searching for the legendary Valley of the Gods.~

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@13184 = ~History of the Vast:

Two millennia ago the Vast was Vastar, the orcish lands. These were the breeding grounds of the goblin hordes that would spill eastward and cross the Dragon Reach in ramshackle boats to raid the elves. The orcs were overthrown by invading dwarves, who established the Realm of the Glimmering Swords. It was during this time that the first humans came to the Vast, including the mage Maskyr.

The rule of the dwarves occurred against a backdrop of constant war with the orcs, such that there were perhaps only 40 years of true peace for the Realm of the Glimmering Swords. The dwarves were overrun by the orcs, and they escaped extinction only through the aid of human and elven allies. The remaining dwarves left the region to the newly arriving humans and retreated to the east, to the south, and to isolated and hidden communities within the Vast.

The most successful of the humans were the adventurers whose hunger was sated by gold and whose thirst was slaked by great deeds. This was the Time of the Glorious Fools, and there are those who will argue that it is still that age, as adventurers still rule the cities of Calaunt and Ravens Bluff. The orcs today are contained, if not conquered, and trade has grown up in the lands of the Vast. However, for many individuals with adventuring blood, it is still a wilderness in which one may prove one's worth.~

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@13186 = ~History of the Zhentarim, Two Zhents' Worth:

Much confusion exists in the realms regarding Zhentil Keep and the (not-so) secret society known as the Black Network or Zhentarim. The two are closely tied, such that a speaker may refer to one when meaning the other and still be clearly understood. In general, both mean trouble.

Zhentil Keep is a walled, independent city on the western shores of the Moonsea. It is one of the most evil cities in the realms, a blight on the North, and a haven for Evil groups, plotting manipulators, dark religions, and foul practices. Its rulers seek to dominate the lands around it, including the Dragonspine Mountains, Yulash, Voonlar, and the neighboring Dales. The city of Zhentil Keep and its armies (known as the Zhentilar, to make matters more confusing) have destroyed Teshendale, come close to destroying Daggerdale, and for a long time had an agent ruling Shadowdale.

The Zhentarim is an organization of evil priests, wizards, and inhuman creatures bent on controlling all the trade and power between the Sword Coast (meaning Baldur's Gate and Waterdeep) and the Moonsea (including the intervening lands of Cormyr and Anauroch). Its aims in the Moonsea area are the same as Zhentil Keep's, and the two factions work hand-in-glove, often sharing the same membership. The Zhentarim have a more far-reaching effect than Zhentil Keep, though, and have agents throughout the North.

In addition, the Zhentarim are not limited to Zhentil Keep itself, and maintain a number of fortified outposts. Their rulership has spread with the passing years. In addition to being the dominant force in Zhentil Keep, the Zhentarim control the Citadel of the Raven and Darkhold, two important castle complexes. Over the years, more power has been moving away from Zhentil Keep (filled with a lot of unknown and untrustworthy flunkies) and into these more secure areas.

Within the Dalelands area, Zhentarim smells of Zhentil Keep and vice versa, but in reality not every Keeper (yet another name for a native of Zhentil Keep) is of the Black Network, and not every agent of the Zhentarim is from Zhentil Keep. Adventurers should watch who they trust as a result.~

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@13187 = ~History of Ulgarth:

Ulgarth was settled by the great empire of Raurin, in the height of its power. When the empire was destroyed, it endured centuries of barbarism. Warchiefs united the country several times during this period. They fought many skirmishes with other barbarians, particularly those in Durpar and Var the Golden. In 202 DR, the barbarian tribes were nearly wiped out by the forces of Mulhorand.

In 348 DR, a group of outlaws, fleeing the justice of the priest-kings of Mulhorand, came to Ulgarth. There they found a fertile, almost unoccupied land. They settled down, and began raising children and crops. This new society in Ulgarth gradually grew in power, while its neighbors grew apace. But while Durpar grew as a result of its commerce and its philosophy of balance, Ulgarth concentrated on agrarian pursuits. The Ulgarthians developed a highly structured caste system of lords and peasants. In 1002 DR, the centuries' long skirmishes between Durpar and Ulgarth came to an end, as the two countries finally reached a balance of power. There were too many centuries of warfare between the countries for them to completely trust each other. With their mutual border well defended on both sides, both countries have given up on the idea of conquering the other.

Trade between the Ulgarth and the Shining Lands has become a vital factor to both nations. Ulgarth produces many of the items that Durparians trade throughout the world. In return, Durpar trades many exotic items to Ulgarth. Of course, the Durparian merchants usually get the better of any trade. The current king, Drasna the Fortunate, has continued his predecessor's policy of non-aggression with the Durparians.~

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@13188 = ~History of Waterdeep:

Waterdeep was used as a trading site for trade activities between northern tribesmen and southern merchants more than two millennia ago. By 1,000 years ago, permanent farms had sprung up in the area. The first mention of a Waterdeep (not as a city, but as a collection of warlords) occurs only 400 years ago. The city was truly established as a going concern by 1032 DR, the year Ahghairon became the first Lord of Waterdeep, and the date from which Northreckoning is counted. The city grew spectacularly, such that by 1248 DR both the City of the Dead and the guilds had been developed. The guildmasters seized control soon afterwards, ushering in a period of unrest and bitter conflict known as the Guildwars. The Guildwars ended only when the two surviving guildmasters brought in their own period of misrule. It was only in 1273 DR that the present system of government (or lack thereof) was instituted. This was the year that the Magisters were established and the secret Lords of Waterdeep were firmly reestablished. Since that time, the city has continued to grow and prosper. Humankind and other races come from all over the realms to earn hard coin in the City of Splendors. Over the years these successful merchants have set up guilds and themselves become nobility, supporting the secretive Lords of Waterdeep who police the city fairly, yet with a light hand, by means of the superb city guard (soldiers), city watch (police), and over 20 black-robed magistrates. As a result, Waterdeep is a place tolerant of different races, religions, and lifestyles. This in turn has encouraged commerce, and Waterdeep has grown into a huge, eclectic city.~

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@13189 = ~History of Waterdeep— Age 0, Trademoots and Pioneers:

Few now know the true history of this great city, which had its beginnings over a thousand years ago, when the North was truly what Southerners still sneeringly call it: "the Savage North." In those days, most of the North was covered with vast, tall forests of ancient green, and inhabited by dwarves and goblinkind (in the most northern mountains and foothills) and elves (in widely scattered forest enclaves everywhere else). A few primitive human tribes lived along the Sword Coast, fishing, hunting and gathering in spring and fall to trade their furs with vessels sailing in from the south for merchant's jewelry, metal tools, and the occasionally-available weapon or two. In the spring, these vessels came primarily to cut and take huge trees for shipbuilding, trees being no longer available in such large sizes farther south.

In the fall, the vessels came in to cut timber for their own repairs, or to take on a cargo of wood if the misfortunes of trading had left their holds low or empty. Most of these trademoots were at a certain place where there was a great natural deepwater harbor, protected from the sea by a rocky spur of land, an arm of an isolated coastal crag, or a rocky island beyond it.~

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@13192 = ~History of Waterdeep—Age II, The Lords' Rule Begins:

In his 112th winter, Ahghairon had a sharp disagreement with Raurlor, who was then Warlord of Waterdeep. Raurlor wanted to use Waterdeep's acquired wealth and strength-of-arms to create a Northern empire, with Waterdeep its capital (and Raurlor its ruler), and gathered armies for the purpose. Ahghairon defied him before all the people, and Raurlor ordered the mage to be chained. Ahghairon magically struck aside all who sought to lay hands on him. In a fury Raurlor struck at the mage with his own blade. Ahghairon rose into the air, just out of reach, and, as the infuriated Warlord slashed repeatedly at his rising feet, gestured. Raurlor's blade transmuted in his hand, from steel into a hissing serpent, which promptly bit him. The Warlord died of the venom before the shocked people assembled there. Ahghairon then gathered all the captains of Waterdeep's army, and all the seniors of the families of Waterdeep. While runners sought to bring them to the Castle, flames roared and crackled in the Warlord's empty chair-of-state at Ahghairon's bidding, so that no one sat there. Then at a gesture from the mage, the flames were gone as though they had never been, leaving the chair unmarked. Ahghairon seated himself, then, and proclaimed himself the first Lord of Waterdeep, saying that henceforth wisdom and not armed might would rule in the city. He would gather some few—in secret—to rule as Lords with him, masked and disguised when they appeared to the people, but equal to him in authority and free of coercion by any, himself included. These Lords were to be drawn from all walks of life in the city, and could serve as long as they wished.

The people heard, and agreed, and for the next two hundred years, Ahghairon ruled Waterdeep with his unknown fellow Lords. Over the years, the masked Lords were a group of sometimes five, six, or seven, who appeared seldom and said little. Some whispered that they were Ahghairon's servants, or even magical automatons controlled by the Old Mage. Still, Ahghairon's justice was swift and fair, his laws good, his guardsmen polite and just as ready to help as apprehend, and the people approved. The years passed in peace and prosperity. The North was opened to humans. Roads built under Ahghairon's direction linked it together, from the ruins of "the Fallen Kingdom," which had been shattered by goblin races' attacks before men were numerous in the North, to the cities that would later become Amn. Waterdeep grew fivefold in size and wealth. From all over the realms, folk began to come to the "Crown of the North," drawn by money—and among them came those who rob, cheat, and steal. When word of doings extending beyond simple theft to deception-in-workmanship and the appearance of many fly-by-night impostor craftsmen reached Ahghairon's ears, he called together the senior merchants, "the Noble Ones," and suggested that they form guilds as was done in the far South to police the unscrupulous of their own professions. Some resisted, or were furious, but most saw the advantages of such an arrangement, particularly if they were free to set matters up themselves, and not have less favorable arrangements forced upon them. The Guilds were created forthwith. Twice more the city walls were expanded, as Waterdeep continued to grow in size and prosperity. Its merchants traveled the world over, bringing back exotic goods from afar, and spreading word of the city's wealth to remote lands. In the South, some listened with an eye to conquest or at least plunder, but swords were already out in those southern lands in a time of widespread strife, and no invaders came.

Ahghairon's health eventually failed and he died. He was buried with ceremony in his tower, which was secured against thieves and fools. Those who learned the arts arcane from the Old Mage cast the most potent protective magics known upon his home and resting-place (which, many believe, remains inviolate today).~

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@13754 = ~This strange device~

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@14228 = ~This uniquely made bastard sword is imbued with an ever-present supply of acidic venom. While not poisonous, the venom will burn if it contacts flesh.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– 25% chance of dealing +1d3 acid damage

Damage: 2d4 (slashing)
Speed Factor: 8
Proficiency Type: Bastard Sword
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 11 Strength

Weight: 10~

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@14235 = ~Like most typical daggers, this dagger has a pointed, double-edged blade. It has also been imbued with magical abilities which have increased its usefulness.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– 15% chance of dealing +1d4 fire damage

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d4 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 1~

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@14238 = ~Like most typical daggers, this dagger has a pointed, double-edged blade. It has also been imbued with magical abilities which have increased its usefulness.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– 50% chance of dealing +1d3 electrical damage

THAC0: +1
Damage: 1d4+1 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 1~

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@14240 = ~Like most typical daggers, this dagger has a pointed, double-edged blade. It has also been imbued with magical abilities which have increased its usefulness.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +1

Combat abilities:
– 50% chance of dealing +1d4 fire damage

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d4+2 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 1~

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@14242 = ~Like most typical daggers, this dagger has a pointed, double-edged blade. It has also been imbued with magical abilities which have increased its usefulness.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Can cast one extra 1st-level wizard spell

THAC0: +1
Damage: 1d4+1 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 1~

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@14244 = ~Like most typical daggers, this dagger has a pointed, double-edged blade. It has also been imbued with magical abilities which have increased its usefulness.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +1
– Can cast one extra 1st- and 2nd-level wizard spell

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d4+2 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 1~

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@14246 = ~Like most typical daggers, this dagger has a pointed, double-edged blade. It has also been imbued with magical abilities which have increased its usefulness.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Maximum Hit Points: +5

Combat abilities:
– 15% chance to heal 1d6 Hit Points to self

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d4+2 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 1~

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@14250 = ~Like most typical daggers, this dagger has a pointed, double-edged blade. It has also been imbued with magical abilities which have increased its usefulness.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Fire Resistance: +20%
– Can cast one extra 1st-, 2nd-, and 3rd-level wizard spell

THAC0: +3
Damage: 1d4+3 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 1~

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@14252 = ~Like most typical daggers, this dagger has a pointed, double-edged blade. It has also been imbued with magical abilities which have increased its usefulness.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +2
– Save vs. Spell: +3
– Magic Resistance: +15%
– Can cast one extra 1st-, 2nd- and 3rd-level wizard spell

THAC0: +4
Damage: 1d4+4 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 1~

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@14259 = ~Kontik, servant of Auril, once wielded this blade. It has been enchanted with several beneficial magics.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Intelligence: +1
– Charisma: -1
– Fire Resistance: -50%
– Cold Resistance: 100%
– Can only be removed by a Remove Curse spell

Charge abilities:
– Cone of Cold twice per day
  Damage: 10d4+10 cold (Save vs. Spell for half)
  Range: 0
  Area of Effect: 20-ft. cone with 60-deg. arc

THAC0: +3
Damage: 1d4+3 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 1~

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@14331 = ~Like most typical daggers, this dagger has a pointed, double-edged blade. It has also been imbued with magical abilities which have increased its usefulness.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– 15% chance target is phased (takes 1 damage every 2 seconds) for 10 seconds

Damage: 1d4 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 1~

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@14340 = ~The dart is a small, easily concealable missile weapon that is thrown rather than fired from a bow or other launcher.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– 15% chance target is stunned for 8 seconds

THAC0: +1
Damage: 1d3 (missile)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dart
Type: One-handed

Weight: 0~

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@14643 = ~Attack Roll~

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@14695 = ~Potions are typically found in ceramic, crystal, glass, or metal flasks or vials. Flasks or other containers generally contain enough fluid to provide one person with one complete dose to achieve the effects of the potion.

STATISTICS:

Charisma: +1
Dexterity: -1
Duration: Permanent

Weight: 1~

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@14698 = ~Potions are typically found in ceramic, crystal, glass, or metal flasks or vials. Flasks or other containers generally contain enough fluid to provide one person with one complete dose to achieve the effects of the potion.

STATISTICS:

Crushing Resistance: +5%
Duration: Permanent

Weight: 1~

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@14700 = ~Potions are typically found in ceramic, crystal, glass, or metal flasks or vials. Flasks or other containers generally contain enough fluid to provide one person with one complete dose to achieve the effects of the potion.

STATISTICS:

Slashing Resistance: +5%
Piercing Resistance: +5%
Duration: Permanent

Weight: 1~

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@14722 = ~Potions are typically found in ceramic, crystal, glass, or metal flasks or vials. Flasks or other containers generally contain enough fluid to provide one person with one complete dose to achieve the effects of the potion.

STATISTICS:

Magic Resistance: +5%
Duration: Permanent

Weight: 1~

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@14724 = ~Potions are typically found in ceramic, crystal, glass, or metal flasks or vials. Flasks or other containers generally contain enough fluid to provide one person with one complete dose to achieve the effects of the potion.

STATISTICS:

Constitution: +1
Duration: Permanent

Weight: 1~

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@14736 = ~Potions are typically found in ceramic, crystal, glass, or metal flasks or vials. Flasks or other containers generally contain enough fluid to provide one person with one complete dose to achieve the effects of the potion.

STATISTICS:

Dexterity: +1
Strength: -1
Duration: Permanent

Weight: 1~

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@14745 = ~Potions are typically found in ceramic, crystal, glass, or metal flasks or vials. Flasks or other containers generally contain enough fluid to provide one person with one complete dose to achieve the effects of the potion.

STATISTICS:

Magic Resistance: +10%
Duration: Permanent

Weight: 1~

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@14748 = ~Potions are typically found in ceramic, crystal, glass, or metal flasks or vials. Flasks or other containers generally contain enough fluid to provide one person with one complete dose to achieve the effects of the potion.

STATISTICS:

Strength: +1
Constitution: -1
Duration: Permanent

Weight: 1~

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@14751 = ~Dragon's Breath Beer~

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@14802 = ~Potions are typically found in ceramic, crystal, glass, or metal flasks or vials. Flasks or other containers generally contain enough fluid to provide one person with one complete dose to achieve the effects of the potion.

STATISTICS:

Intelligence: +1
Magic Resistance: +5%
Duration: Permanent

Weight: 1~

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@14804 = ~Potions are typically found in ceramic, crystal, glass, or metal flasks or vials. Flasks or other containers generally contain enough fluid to provide one person with one complete dose to achieve the effects of the potion.

STATISTICS:

Magic Resistance: +15%
Duration: Permanent

Weight: 1~

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@14806 = ~Potions are typically found in ceramic, crystal, glass, or metal flasks or vials. Flasks or other containers generally contain enough fluid to provide one person with one complete dose to achieve the effects of the potion.

STATISTICS:

Wisdom: +2
Dexterity: -1
Duration: Permanent

Weight: 1~

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@14807 = ~Upon closer look at this cloak, it is more of a shroud that consists of an unknown incorporeal material instead of fabric. Upon being worn, it will make the wearer appear as shadowed as the cloak is.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Hide In Shadows: +15%

Weight: 5~

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@14850 = ~This mighty weapon consists of a four- to five-foot haft with a very heavy blade. The axe may be double-bitted, with blades on both sides of the haft, or it may only have a single blade. It is an unwieldy weapon, but a skilled warrior can strike blows of tremendous strength with it. Dwarven runes have been etched into the giant blade to further enhance the axe.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– 25% chance of dealing +1d4 cold damage
– 15% chance target is phased (takes 4 damage per second) for 5 seconds
– These effects are mutually exclusive

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d10+2 (slashing)
Speed Factor: 9
Proficiency Type: Axe
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 10 Strength

Weight: 10~

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@14884 = ~Like others of its type, this war hammer is made entirely of steel, with a bone-crushing hammer mounted upon an eighteen-inch shaft. It has also been bestowed with a small number of magical properties, however, making it more effective in combat.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Can cast one extra 1st-level priest spell

THAC0: +1
Damage: 1d4+2 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 3
Proficiency Type: War Hammer
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 9 Strength

Weight: 6~

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@14886 = ~Like others of its type, this war hammer is made entirely of steel, with a bone-crushing hammer mounted upon an eighteen-inch shaft. It has also been bestowed with a small number of magical properties, however, making it more effective in combat.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– 30% chance of dealing +1d4 acid damage

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d4+3 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 3
Proficiency Type: War Hammer
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 9 Strength

Weight: 6~

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@14888 = ~Like others of its type, this war hammer is made entirely of steel, with a bone-crushing hammer mounted upon an eighteen-inch shaft. It has also been bestowed with a small number of magical properties, however, making it more effective in combat.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– 50% chance of dealing +1d3 electric damage
– 10% chance target is stunned for 3 seconds

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d4+3 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 3
Proficiency Type: War Hammer
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 9 Strength

Weight: 6~

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@14890 = ~Like others of its type, this war hammer is made entirely of steel, with a bone-crushing hammer mounted upon an eighteen-inch shaft. It has also been bestowed with a small number of magical properties, however, making it more effective in combat.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– 20% chance to heal 1d4 to self

THAC0: +3
Damage: 1d4+4 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 3
Proficiency Type: War Hammer
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 9 Strength

Weight: 6~

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@14893 = ~Like others of its type, this war hammer is made entirely of steel, with a bone-crushing hammer mounted upon an eighteen-inch shaft. It has also been bestowed with a small number of magical properties, however, making it more effective in combat.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Can cast two extra 1st-level, one extra 2nd-level, and one extra 3rd-level priest spells

THAC0: +3
Damage: 1d4+4 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 3
Proficiency Type: War Hammer
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 9 Strength

Weight: 6~

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@14895 = ~Like others of its type, this war hammer is made entirely of steel, with a bone-crushing hammer mounted upon an eighteen-inch shaft. It has also been bestowed with a small number of magical properties, however, making it more effective in combat.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– 25% chance of dealing +1d4 cold damage
– 15% chance target is phased (takes 3 damage per second) for 10 seconds
– These effects are mutually exclusive

THAC0: +3
Damage: 1d4+4 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 3
Proficiency Type: War Hammer
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 9 Strength

Weight: 6~

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@14905 = ~Candlekeep~

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@14913 = ~Like others of its type, this war hammer is made entirely of steel, with a bone-crushing hammer mounted upon an eighteen-inch shaft. It has also been bestowed with a small number of magical properties, however, making it more effective in combat.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +2
– Piercing Resistance: +15%
– Slashing Resistance: +15%
– Crushing Resistance: +15%
– Magic Resistance: +15%
– Save vs. Spell: +3

THAC0: +4
Damage: 1d4+5 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 3
Proficiency Type: War Hammer
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 9 Strength

Weight: 6~

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@14953 = ~Like others of its type, this war hammer is made entirely of steel, with a bone-crushing hammer mounted upon an 18-in. shaft.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: -2
Damage: 1d4+3 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 4
Proficiency Type: War Hammer
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 18 Strength

Weight: 15~

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@14955 = ~Like others of its type, this war hammer is made entirely of steel, with a bone-crushing hammer mounted upon an 18-in. shaft. It has also been bestowed with a small number of magical properties, however, thus making it more effective in combat.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Memorize 2 additional 1st-level priest spells
– Memorize 1 additional 2nd-level priest spell

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d4+3 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 3
Proficiency Type: War Hammer
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 9 Strength

Weight: 6~

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@15159 = ~...free... my... people...
...Astrolabe... whirls... twirls...~ [LARR_01]

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@15170 = ~...free... my... people...
...Astrolabe... whirls... twirls...~ [LARR_02]

// "learn source" > "learn the source"
@15200 = ~We seek to learn the source of the evil that troubles the North.~

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@15883 = ~Inspired by your foster father's colorful tales of rogues and scoundrels, you have spent your childhood yearning for intrigue. On the stage of your imagination, the ambling, preoccupied monks of the keep have often played the secret lords of Waterdeep, their purses ripe targets for your nimble fingers. On more than one occasion Gorion has asked you to very tactfully return a pen or an inkwell to the pocket from which it came. The more valuable of the keep's treasures remain impenetrable to your wiles, but you have little desire to steal from your benefactors anyway; you long for more appropriate and accessible pickings.~

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@15917 = ~Party AI Off~

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@15988 = ~Carrion Crawler
The carrion crawler is a scavenger of subterranean areas, feeding primarily upon carrion. However, when such food becomes scarce or when it is threatened, it will attack and kill living creatures.

The carrion crawler looks like a cross between a giant green cutworm and a cephalopod. Like so many other hybrid monsters, the carrion crawler may well be the result of genetic experimentation by a mad, evil wizard.

The monster's head is covered with a tough hide, but the body is not well protected. The monster is accompanied by a rank, fetid odor which often gives warning of its approach.~

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@15994 = ~Gibberling
They come screaming, jabbering, and howling out of the night. Dozens, maybe hundreds, of hunchbacked, naked humanoids swarm unceasingly forward. They have no thought of safety, subtlety, or strategy, leaving others with no hope of stopping their mass assault. Then, having come and killed, the gibberlings move on, seemingly randomly, back into the night.

The first impression of gibberlings is of a writhing mass of fur and flesh in the distant moonlit darkness. The pandemonium is actually a mass of pale, hunchbacked humanoids, with pointed canine ears and black manes surrounding their hideous, grinning faces. Their black eyes shine with a maniacal gleam.~

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@15996 = ~Hobgoblin
Hobgoblins are a fierce humanoid race that wage perpetual war with the other humanoid races. They are intelligent, organized, and aggressive.

The typical hobgoblin is a burly humanoid standing at least six feet tall. Their hairy hides range from dark reddish-brown to dark gray. Their faces show dark red or red-orange skin. Large males have blue or red noses. Hobgoblin eyes are either yellowish or dark brown while their teeth are yellow. Their garments tend to be brightly colored, often bold, blood red. Any leather is always tinted black. Hobgoblin weaponry is kept polished and repaired.

Hobgoblins have their own language and often speak with orcs, goblins, and carnivorous apes.~

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@15997 = ~Kobold
Kobolds are a cowardly, sadistic race of short humanoids that vigorously contest the human and demihuman races for living space and food. They especially dislike gnomes and attack them on sight.

Barely clearing three feet in height, kobolds have scaly hides that range from dark, rusty brown to a rusty black. They smell of damp dogs and stagnant water. Their eyes glow like a pair of bright red sparks, and they have two small horns ranging from tan to white. Because of the kobold fondness for wearing raggedy garb of red and orange, their non-prehensile rat-like tails, and their language (which sounds like small dogs yapping), these fell creatures are often not taken seriously. This is often a fatal mistake, for what they lack in size and strength they make up in ferocity and tenacity.~

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@16039 = ~A bullet is simply a rounded, well-balanced stone.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– 50% chance of 2d6 fire damage (Save vs. Spell negates)

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d4+2 (missile)
Launcher: Sling

Weight: 0~

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@16190 = ~You awake with the realization that you have not been having some horrible dream. Ambushed, you saw Gorion cut down before your eyes, and even his powerful magic could not stop the onslaught. It was his wish that you flee, but that does not remove the feeling of helplessness that now overwhelms you.

"Hand over your ward," the armored fiend had said. He was after you and you alone, but why? If only Gorion had given some clue, but now you are alone and lost. Candlekeep is near, but you will find no quarter there. The readers pay for their serenity with rather draconian entry rules, and without Gorion's influence their doors will remain closed.~ [CHAP00B]

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@16215 = ~
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If you have a mage, cleric, or druid in your party, your character must memorize spells using the Rest button on the Mage Book or Priest Scroll pages. To get to these pages, right-click on your character portrait and then select the book or scroll icon that appears on the left.

~ [TEXTPOP]

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@16216 = ~
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You can look at your inventory page by right-clicking on your character portrait. The game always unpauses when you go to the inventory page, however, so be careful during combat!

~ [TEXTPOP]

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@16217 = ~
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Equip items by placing them in the appropriate slots around your character on the inventory page. Once equipped, you can pick the weapon you wish to use by left-clicking on the quick weapon slot at the bottom of the main gameplay screen. A green box will appear around the weapon that is in your character's hands; an orange box indicates combat mode.

~ [TEXTPOP]

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@16218 = ~
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You can pause the game at any time by hitting the space bar or left-clicking on the clock face. Unpausing occurs the same way, although looking at the inventory page will also unpause the game. Pausing is most useful during combat where it gives you the time to carefully orchestrate your party's attack.

~ [TEXTPOP]

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@16219 = ~
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Buy items by talking to the keeper of a store or inn. You can also rest your party by renting a room, try to hear a few rumors over a mug of ale, or attempt a little shoplifting. In the Buy/Sell screen, items that the currently selected character cannot use (due to class limitations or weapon proficiencies) will be tinted red, though others in your party may have a use for them.

~ [TEXTPOP]

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@16220 = ~
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While in temples, talk to the priests as you would an innkeeper. They offer an array of useful services, and you will often be able to heal your party, purchase specialty items, or identify treasures acquired during your travels.

~ [TEXTPOP]

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@16221 = ~
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Thieves access their skills using the icons along the bottom of their screen. "Thieving" includes Pick Lock, Pick Pocket, and Remove Trap, when used in conjunction with the appropriate targets (chests, people, and traps, respectively). "Find Traps" examines a general area, and outlines found traps in red. "Stealth" renders a thief effectively invisible until their next attack. That attack is automatically a "backstab," increasing the damage of a successful hit dramatically.

~ [TEXTPOP]

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@16222 = ~
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Clerics or paladins have the ability to Turn Undead. Activating this icon will cause many undead creatures to flee or even be destroyed. When in this mode, the character can move wherever they wish. Any other action, such as attacking or casting a spell, will deactivate the ability.

~ [TEXTPOP]

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@16223 = ~
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Bards can inspire their comrades in combat by use of the Battle Song. They are able to move when singing but any other action will end the song. While they may be rogues, Bards primarily concern themselves with people. Because of this, they can pick pockets but lack the other thieving skills.

~ [TEXTPOP]

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@16224 = ~
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Open doors by left-clicking on the doorway. The mouse pointer will change into a door icon when in the right position and the door will be outlined in blue. Your party can then enter the building if you left-click on the area just inside the door.

~ [TEXTPOP]

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@16225 = ~
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Direct your selected character to climb stairs by moving the pointer to the top of a stairway and left-clicking. The graphic will change to a stair icon when in the right spot.

~ [TEXTPOP]

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@16226 = ~
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Hostile creatures have red circles around their feet. Left-clicking within the circle will direct your character to attack. You can switch weapons using the Quick Weapons icons. The weapon outlined in green is the current weapon. Attack with fists only (empty quick slot) if you only wish to knock your opponent unconscious. If you have a character with magical abilities, try casting a spell using their Spell icons.

~ [TEXTPOP]

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@16227 = ~
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If you are having trouble coordinating your attacks, try pressing the space bar to pause the game. While paused, issue your commands. When you unpause, the game your characters will obey the orders you have given them.

~ [TEXTPOP]

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@16228 = ~
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Interaction defaults to Talk for neutral targets, and Attack for hostile targets. To talk to a neutral character (neutrals are identified by blue circles), left-click on one of them. Don't forget to select one of your party members to do the talking. If you would like to talk to a hostile character, select the Talk icon and then left-click on the character. If you would like to attack a neutral, select a weapon icon and then left-click on the target.

~ [TEXTPOP]

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@16229 = ~
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Wizards, Clerics, Druids, and Bards can all cast spells. Select their Cast Spell button, choose a spell, and left-click on your target. You can also configure Quick Spells by right-clicking on a Quick Spell slot. This summons a list of memorized spells to choose. If no spells are listed, the character either does not have any spells memorized or cannot cast until higher levels. To cast the quick spell, left-click on the appropriate quick spell slot and then select your target.

~ [TEXTPOP]

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@16230 = ~My friend Gorion,

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, perhaps, been a touch too sheltering to this point.

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.
I'm getting too old for this.


               E~

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@16261 = ~Wands are 1 1/4 ft. long and slender. They are made of ivory, bone, or wood and are usually tipped with something—metal, crystal, stone, etc. They are fragile and tend to break easily. Because of this, they are often kept in cases.

Wands are powered by charges, each use costing one or more charges (depending on the item). When a wand runs out of charges, it is consumed and destroyed.

STATISTICS:

Weight: 1~

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@16262 = ~
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To assist you in recording important information, many details will automatically be entered in your Journal. To access the Journal, click the appropriate icon on the left side of the screen. Entries are catalogued according to the story chapter in which you encountered them.

~

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@16263 = ~Wands are 1 1/4 feet long and slender. They are made of ivory, bone, or wood and are usually tipped with something—metal, crystal, stone, etc. They are fragile and tend to break easily. Because of this, they are often kept in cases.

Wands are powered by charges, each use costing one or more charges (depending on the item). When a wand runs out of charges, it can no longer be recharged.~

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@16281 = ~The two-handed sword is a derivative of the long sword. Weaponsmiths have always looked for ways to improve existing weapons. In an effort to improve the long sword, the blade was lengthened. Eventually, the handle had to be extended and two hands became necessary to properly swing the sword. The primary function of two-handed swords is cleaving mounted knights and breaking up pike formations.

STATISTICS:

Damage: 1d10+1 (slashing)
Speed Factor: 9
Proficiency Type: Great Swords

Weight: 12~

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@16298 = ~The flight arrow, as its name implies, is built for distance. These are lightweight arrows and are often used for hunting. Most of these arrows are made of ash or birch and are thirty to forty inches long.

STATISTICS:

Damage: 1d6+2 (missile)
Speed Factor:
Proficiency Type:

Weight: 0~

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@16300 = ~A bullet is simply a rounded, well-balanced stone.

STATISTICS:

Damage: 1d4+1, +1
Speed Factor:
Proficiency Type:

Weight: 0~

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@16301 = ~A bullet is simply a rounded, well-balanced stone.

STATISTICS:

Damage: 1d4+1, +2
Speed Factor:
Proficiency Type:

Weight: 0~

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@16466 = ~Turn Undead Mode~

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@16468 = ~Find Trap Mode~

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@16575 = ~Press the Gender button to begin creating your character, or press Cancel to return to the previous page.

If you wish to import a premade character, then use the Import option to select one of the different characters which have already been created for you.~

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@16976 = ~This helm was worn by the dwarven warrior Danel Silverfrost, king and martyr of the lost dwarven city-state of Silverrock. Danel's deeds are not as well known as those of many other heroic dwarves, but that is perhaps because his kingdom died with him. His nation suffered heavy losses when trolls and giants attacked it over a thousand years ago in the nearly forgotten "War of Curdling Blood." The war between the tribes of monsters and the kingdom of Silverrock was waged over fifteen years. Danel never attempted to flee his kingdom, seek the aid of neighboring countries, or abandon his people. Despite the fact that many of his subjects did indeed flee, Danel remained in Silverrock until the very end. Before the final battle of the terrible war, Danel told his people, "When ye see this plume on me head fall, I want ye to make sure that our people don't bow, like gold, but that they break, like iron."

Almost as soon as the battle was joined, Danel charged to the front of the fray and leapt into the talons of a dozen trolls. The moment his plume disappeared from sight, every man, woman, and child remaining in Silverrock poured out of the fortified caverns and dragged down as many trolls and giants as they could. Barrels of flaming oil were dumped all over Danel's palace and the common areas of the city, consuming as many dwarves as trolls and terrible frost giants. In the end, the monsters had achieved a Pyrrhic victory. The dwarven city was a smoldering ruin from which little treasure, no slaves, and no food could be taken. Many trolls died of starvation that winter, and when they turned on their giant allies for sustenance, the entire army fell into disarray forever.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +2

Weight: 4~

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@17169 = ~Wallag
'My companions and I travel this day to search out the wolf lair. My own scouting of the region has confirmed Merella's suspicions that there is a large pack of wolves acting in this area. On the map included I have indicated where I believe the wolf den to be located. Follow us if you can, but be cautious. We can ill afford another mysterious disappearance. With strong sword and wary mind I do hope to find dear Merella. Until we meet again.

'''Mazzy.~

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@17243 = ~The fabled Nymph Cloak is renowned for its ability to increase the Charisma of even the most surly dwarf. A Cormyrean noble hoping to make her politically convenient marriage more palatable apparently went to great expense to obtain one for herself and another for her husband.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Charisma: +2

Weight: 3~

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@17250 = ~You may choose <number> spells to put in your spellbook. These will be the spells that your character currently has knowledge of at the beginning of the game.

Specialist wizard spells that belong to their school have a green outline on them. You must pick one of these spells before continuing on.

The "Pick For Me" button will automatically pick some spells from a pregenerated list.~

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@17273 = ~This throwing axe has not only been finely balanced for use as a missile weapon but has also been the subject of significant magical enhancement. As a result, it is both more damaging and more accurate than any non-magical weapon of a similar style.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– Returns to the wielder's hand when thrown

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d6+3
Damage Type (melee): Slashing
Damage Type (thrown): Missile
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Axe
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 4 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@17533 = ~This cursed item was created by the wicked sorcerer Valom of the Deep. Valom often hired lone mercenaries to collect magic item components for him. When the unlucky sellswords came on board Valom's floating laboratory, the Dim Courser, Valom would give them the girdle as a reward for a job well done. Once the victim would try on the girdle, Valom would kick them over the side of the boat, where they would quickly drown. Valom's luck ran out when he kicked Herred of Procampur into the Sea of Fallen Stars. Herred had a potion of water breathing and a helm of underwater action with him at the time. When the huge, seaweed-covered form of Herred emerged near the docks where Valom was resting, a local priest of Tyr immediately came to his aid. Upon discovering what Valom had done, the priest of Tyr and three paladins attempted to capture him. Valom killed two of the paladins, but died in the battle. It is believed that the belt was later sold to a traveling collector who specialized in cursed clothing.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Strength: 6
– May only be removed with a Remove Curse spell

Requires:
 6 Strength

Weight: 2~

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@17663 = ~This potion can be used only by warriors. When a giant strength potion is consumed, the individual gains great strength and bonuses to hit and damage while using any handheld or thrown weapon. The effect lasts for 2 hours.

STATISTICS:

Strength: 21 (Frost Giant Strength)
Duration: 2 hours

Weight: 1~

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@17664 = ~This potion can be used only by warriors. When a giant strength potion is consumed, the individual gains great strength and bonuses to hit and damage while using any handheld or thrown weapon. The effect lasts for 2 hours.

STATISTICS:

Strength: 22 (Fire Giant Strength)
Duration: 2 hours

Weight: 1~

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@17665 = ~This potion can be used only by warriors. When a giant strength potion is consumed, the individual gains great strength and bonuses to hit and damage while using any handheld or thrown weapon. The effect lasts for 2 hours.

STATISTICS:

Strength: 23 (Cloud Giant Strength)
Duration: 2 hours

Weight: 1~

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@17666 = ~This potion can be used only by warriors. When a giant strength potion is consumed, the individual gains great strength and bonuses to hit and damage while using any handheld or thrown weapon. The effect lasts for 2 hours.

STATISTICS:

Strength: 24 (Storm Giant Strength)
Duration: 2 hours

Weight: 1~

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@17667 = ~When wholly consumed, this potion restores 9 Hit Points to the person. The effect is instantaneous, and the potion is destroyed in the process.

STATISTICS:

Special: Restores 9 Hit Points

Weight: 1~

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@17682 = ~Magical currents are embedded inside this bullet so that it seems a little more balanced and lighter as it jumps towards an opponent.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +1
Damage: 1d4+2 (missile)
Launcher: Sling

Weight: 0~

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@17683 = ~Magical currents are embedded inside this bullet so that it seems a little more balanced and lighter as it jumps towards an opponent.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d4+3 (missile)
Launcher: Sling

Weight: 0~

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@17750 = ~White Bishop~

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@17752 = ~Berserk Warrior~

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@17753 = ~White Bishop~

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@17754 = ~Black Knight~

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@17855 = ~Once exposed to air, this oil will immediately burst into flame, inflicting 5d6 points of damage (Save vs. Breath for half) to all within the immediate area around the potion. It can be hurled up to around 40 ft., at which point it hits the ground and immediately explodes into a ball of fire.

STATISTICS:

Damage: 5d6 fire (Save vs. Breath for half)
Range: 40 ft.
Area of Effect: 15-ft. radius

Weight: 1~

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@17871 = ~This potion will imbue the drinker with the ability to focus the mind unerringly towards any task that needs to be performed.

STATISTICS:

Intelligence: +3
Dexterity: +3
Duration: 12 hours

Weight: 1~

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@17904 = ~BOUNTY NOTICE

Be it known to all those of evil intent, that a bounty has been placed upon the head of <GABBER>, 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 200 coins of gold.

As always, any that reveal these plans to the forces of law shall join the target in their fate.~

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@17912 = ~BOUNTY NOTICE

Be it known to all those of evil intent, that a bounty has been placed upon the head of <GABBER>, the foster child of Gorion.

Last seen in the area of Candlekeep, this person is to be killed in quick order.

This offer has been extended to all appropriate guilds.

Those returning with proof of the deed shall receive no less than 350 coins of gold.

As always, any that reveal these plans to the forces of law shall join the target in their fate.~

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@17923 = ~BOUNTY NOTICE

Be it known to all those of evil intent, that a bounty has been placed upon the head of <GABBER>, the foster child of Gorion.

Last seen in the region of Beregost, this person is to be killed in quick order.

The subject is to be considered a formidable foe, and is likely to have well-equipped traveling companions.

This offer has been extended to all appropriate guilds.

Those returning with proof of the deed shall receive no less than 680 coins of gold.

As always, any that reveal these plans to the forces of law shall join the target in their fate.~

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@17931 = ~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 Daveorn to the site and prevent entry or assault by anyone that is foolish enough to challenge you.
Your standard fee shall be doubled in this instance. If all goes well you should look forward to more of the same.

Reiltar~

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@17941 = ~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.
<GABBER> 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~

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@18648 = ~This ring is pointless, just like the person who asked for it.

100% magic resistance

-do not translate-~

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@18923 = ~Slings have existed since the beginning of recorded history. The basic sling consists of a leather or fabric strap with a pouch for holding the missile; however, this one has been imbued with a small magical enchantment. The weapon is held by both ends of the strap and twirled around the wielder's head. When top speed is attained, the missile is launched by releasing one of the strap's ends.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +1
Damage: +1 (missile)
Speed Factor: 5
Proficiency Type: Sling
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 0~

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@19267 = ~You do not dream often, but tonight the visions are vivid indeed. Long have you walked, but now you find yourself back amidst the stones of Candlekeep. Your former home looms before you, but the gate is closed and barred. Over the walls there is a candle in your old room, but as the light goes out, the brick surrounding the window closes together. The very walls conspire to keep you at bay.

A familiar voice startles you, though it is calm and caring. "You cannot go back this way, child. You must go on." Gorion forms before you, and though his image should be comforting, it seems but a shade of his living self. He is dead in your dreams, as in life.

The phantom of your foster father gestures towards the blackness of the wood as though it should be inviting. Perhaps it is, in a way, but the traveling will be hard. As you think this, a smooth and obvious path becomes clear out the corner of your eye. It seems meant for you, pulls at your very being, and promises to quickly lead you away from the life you once led. Perhaps this would be for the best, but it is a bit too convenient for your liking. You do not wish to dwell upon the loss you have endured, but neither should it be forgotten. Gorion smiles, and fades away.

The pull becomes a push, but you turn away, steadfast in your new direction. The way is not quite as clear, but it is sure to be interesting nonetheless. A whisper follows as you stride away, something vestigial and sinister that you recognize, but yet have never heard. "You will learn..."

You don't look back.~ [DREAM1G]

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@19268 = ~You do not dream often, but tonight the visions are vivid indeed. Long have you walked, but now you find yourself back amidst the stones of Candlekeep. Your former home looms before you, the drab walls just as you remember them. Over the barricades you can see your old room, and you wonder if it really was as small as it appears now.

As you stand before the keep, a familiar figure comes into view. Gorion stands before you, but his visage is shadowy and weak. He is dead in your dreams, as in life.

The phantom of your foster father mutely walks towards the woods, towards supposed safety, and beckons for you to follow as he did once before. This time you remain behind, knowing what is to come.

Before your eyes, phantoms of the past reenact the pathetic scene that must have taken place in your absence. Clad in armor assuredly magical, a figure strides from the darkness. Admittedly a powerful mage in his youth, Gorion is all but helpless before the onslaught. As he falls, the scene begins again, replaying over and over. Each successive viewing makes the unknown warrior all the more impressive.

As you stare at the murderer of your former mentor, one thought coalesces in your mind: you will have such power as this. Whatever it takes, you will have all that he does, and more. With that, a passage becomes clear through the darkened wood, and you wonder how you could have missed it. The trees close behind you as you walk, but you are unconcerned. The path feels right, and will assuredly give you what you seek. It seems to promise this in a voice you know, but yet have never heard.

The image of Gorion's death replays in your mind throughout the night.

You get used to it.~ [DREAM1E]

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@19269 = ~You are startled out of sleep with a chill, though the night is warm and calm. It is as though someone has walked across your grave, and for a moment you wonder if it was you. With this thought the ground beneath you opens and you are swept into the dark.

When light returns, you do not find its presence comforting. Before you lay the empty mines of Nashkel, cleansed by your previous passage. You move through walls and floors alike, descending deeper and deeper, until a bloated figure comes into view. Mulahey, in no better shape than you left him, stands motionless before you.

Held from whatever afterlife calls it, this foul apparition has been waiting for you. A dagger of bone hovers before it, ready for a willing hand to drive it deep. Had this creature breath you are sure it would be hurling curses. It waits for the kill, a death beyond death, and knows no hope.

You turn your back on the blade, and it clatters to the floor. Punishment enough shall find this creature in the land of the dead; you need not inflict any more upon him.

Surprised and thankful, the visage of Mulahey hobbles forward and through you, off to whatever fate it deserves. Perhaps for safekeeping, it leaves a part of itself behind. It is a spark of hope that fills a space within you; a dagger-shaped hole you did not know was empty.

There is a cry of rage from the depths, and the dagger of bone launches itself though the air, your heart its target. You awake just as it should have struck, and the cold sweat that covers you stings your eyes. A disapproving voice lingers in your ears, though it should have disappeared with the dream. "You... WILL... Learn!"~ [DREAM2G]

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@19270 = ~The stone tunnels of the Nashkel mines constrain your dreams tonight. The twisting depths are more a nuisance than claustrophobic now, what with the hidden marauders dead at your feet. Deeper you tread, chuckling over your triumph at each body you see, pausing occasionally to wipe your boots clean or check the odd kobold for coins you might have missed.

There is a sound from below and you quickly move towards it. A door opens and before you stands Mulahey in no better shape than you left him. Held from whatever afterlife calls it, this specter has apparently been waiting for you. A dagger of bone hovers before it, ready for a willing hand to drive it deep. Had this creature breath you are sure it would be hurling curses. It waits for the kill, a death beyond death, and knows no hope. Rightfully so.

You brush aside the quaint blade and bring your hands around the creature's neck. A stranger's weapon simply will not suffice in this matter; you must be certain this phantom remains among the dead. It is strange though; doomed as he is, Mulahey still looks somewhat relieved. His visage fades within your grasp and leaves you clutching at empty air. A puzzling turn, but of little concern. The mine is yours once again.

You turn to leave, but find the exit blocked. The lone dagger has become five: a skeletal set of claws that hovers before you. A talon extends and presses against your chest, and a hollow voice chills the air. "You should use the tools you are given." It traces a line of ichor on your tunic, increasing in pressure. "Listen to what is bred in the bone." There is a flash of motion as the claws push deep into your chest.

You awake in an instant, the sound of morning a welcome clamor. You are intact and, though tired, you are certainly not afraid.

Your heart is not your weak spot.~ [DREAM2E]

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@19271 = ~As darkness falls, your mind drifts back to events past, and to triumphs well deserved indeed. A fortified camp secluded and guarded from the entire coast, and it is naught but easy pickings before your guile. All manner of bandit and brigand move about here, but you may as well be invisible amongst them.

Your recollections are interrupted by a powerful gust of wind, lifting you high above the camp and woods both. Your arc crests in the high morning sun, and for a moment you are as a bird, free from your duties to those below. With unseen hands the earth reasserts her hold on you, and suddenly you feel less like a sparrow and more like a catapult stone.

Without impact or fanfare, the ground accepts your passage and does not strike back. In a moment all is black, and for all you know you have descended to the very core of the world. The rock around you illuminates and a cavern slowly takes shape, though you can see no more than a few steps ahead or behind. Stumbling forward you find yourself face to face with... yourself.

Before you is a likeness in stone exact to the smallest detail. A voice in the darkness accuses you, even as it seems amused. "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 flies from the blackness and strikes the statue, square. It cracks slightly, but the pain you feel is as though you were rent asunder.

"You were made as you are," taunts the voice, "and you can also be broken." You fall backward into the void, and do not come to rest until morning wakes you.~ [DREAM3G]

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@19273 = ~As darkness falls, your mind drifts back to events past, and to conquests well won indeed. The feared and fabled bandits that have plagued the entire coast are as dust beneath you. You stride through their camp ignoring their attacks, and scattering tents and bodies as you go.

Your recollections are interrupted without impact or fanfare, as the earth opens to accept your passage. The cascading rock and gravel prevents your escape, and in a moment all is black. For all you know you have descended to the very core of the world.

The walls around you illuminate and a cavern slowly takes shape, though you can see no more than a few steps ahead or behind. Stumbling forward you find yourself face to face with... yourself.

Before you is a likeness in stone exact to the smallest detail. A voice in the darkness accuses you, even as it seems amused. "Such pride undeserved, great conqueror, when your whole being is borrowed. Credit where it is due, and dues where payment is demanded."

A dagger of bone flies from the blackness and strikes the statue, square. It cracks slightly, but the pain you feel is as though you were rent asunder.

"You were made as you are," taunts the voice, "and you can also be broken." You fall backward into the void, and do not come to rest until morning wakes you.~ [DREAM3E]

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@19274 = ~Tonight you dream of blood. Not of blood on a blade or the blood on your hands, but an ichor that runs as a torrent through the realms. A flood that pours across the fields and forests. An ocean that floats you to the world's edge, and threatens to cascade off into the void.

This blood seems a frightening thing: a massive force that sweeps away all resistance. As a whole it is a monster and it cannot be stopped. Were it to be viewed from on high, it would seem to cover the entire world in its red-black embrace.

You, however, do not have such a lofty perch. From within the deluge you can see it does not move as one, but is filled with currents, eddies, and undertows. Pockets of calm afford breathing space, whilst violent whirlpools threaten to rend limb from limb. Ultimately it seems undirected, and lacks a driving will, a quality you have in abundance. You may be caught within, but sufficient determination can shape what you need to survive. There are still options open; still choices to be made.

As the tide presses forward you steer as you wish, atop a ship called Persistence and under sails made of resolve.

A sudden and deliberate wave puts an end to your course, and to the dream. It would seem that the flood does have some will, and took offence to your enjoying the ride.~ [DREAM4G]

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@19275 = ~Tonight you dream of blood. Not of blood on a blade or the blood on your hands, but an ichor that runs as a torrent through the realms. A flood that pours across the fields and forests. An ocean that floats you to the world's edge, and threatens to cascade off into the void.

This blood seems a frightening thing: a massive force that sweeps away all resistance. As a whole it is a monster and it cannot be stopped. Were it to be viewed from on high, it would seem to cover the entire world in its red-black embrace.

You, however, do not have such a lofty perch. From within the deluge you can see it does not move as one, but is filled with currents, eddies, and undertows. Pockets of calm afford breathing space, whilst violent whirlpools threaten to rend limb from limb. Ultimately it seems undirected, mindless, and meandering. You may be caught within, but there are still options open; still choices to be made.

The tide presses on, but you press back. Let the blood rage, as it will; you are in control of what is yours, and that is all you can ask.

A sudden and deliberate wave puts an end to your course, and to the dream. It would seem that the flood does have some will, and took offence to your enjoying the ride.~ [DREAM4E]

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@19276 = ~You close your eyes tonight, and visions of Candlekeep swim into view. As you pass through the gates of the citadel there is a flash of memory, and you are a child of only a few seasons once more. At your side is 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, you still have to run to keep up with him. He has an important meeting with Ulraunt, the Keeper of the Tomes: an important meeting about you. Funny, you don't remember it.

As you stand outside the doors of the inner keep you can hear the shouting from within. Gorion seldom raised his voice, though you did not care to listen to the "discussions" at your previous stops either.

As you trace patterns in the water of a fountain, a reflection distracts you from the argument. A large raven has perched atop a stone wall, and stares directly at you with huge black eyes. You stare back through the mirror of the water, and are suddenly afraid to meet the bird's gaze any other way. It has claws for feet you think to yourself: little skeletal claws.

The doors of the keep suddenly swing open and Ulraunt storms out. He glances at you for a moment, but looks away as he speaks. "You both can stay," he sneers, "but mark my words. That child will be the death of you."

A flash of memory once more, and Gorion walks out of the keep as he is today: dead. You drop your gaze back to the water so as not to see. The raven is gone, but your own image remains. Your eyes are black, like those of a bird.

"Like father, like child" the reflection says.

You wake with a yell, predictably unrested.~ [DREAM5G]

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@19278 = ~You close your eyes tonight, and Candlekeep winds its way into your dreams. With a flash of memory you are a runt of a child once more, Gorion dragging you through the gates of the citadel. Aged as he ever was, you still have to run to keep up with him. He has an important meeting with Ulraunt, the Keeper of the Tomes: an important meeting about you. Funny, you don't remember it.

As you stand outside the doors of the inner keep you can hear the shouting from within. Gorion is uncharacteristically loud, and seems quite irate. You don't know why he bothers, really. No one seems to want the two of you around.

As you skip stones in the fountains of the courtyard, a reflection distracts you from the argument. A large raven has perched atop a stone wall, and stares directly at you with huge black eyes. You stare back through the mirror of the water, and are suddenly afraid to meet the bird's gaze any other way. It has claws for feet you think to yourself: little skeletal claws.

The doors of the keep suddenly swing open and Ulraunt storms out. He glances at you for a moment, but looks away as he speaks. "You both can stay," he sneers, "but mark my words. That child will be the death of you."

A flash of memory once more, and Gorion walks out of the keep as he is today: dead. You drop your gaze back to the water so as not to see. The raven is gone, but your own image remains. Your eyes are black, like those of a bird.

"Like father, like child" the reflection says.

You wake with a yell, predictably unrested.~ [DREAM5E]

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@19279 = ~Tonight you sleep hunted by all, and wake in a dream hunted by one.

Tonight you are the monster everyone claims you are; the kobold scorned like a rodent; the ogre that children fear comes in the night. The mobs and their torches now come for you, counting you among the creatures you once did hunt. Or so someone would have you believe.

Once again you hear the voice; a voice that now makes no secret of its origins. It speaks of destiny and nature, and of evils bred in the bone. It says you will never be free of the mob; that they will hunt you for what you are. Murder and death run through your heart and accepting that will supposedly give you power. The essence of Bhaal within you cannot be ignored.

But you have not ignored it. You realize that from the first you have fought the very blood in your veins, fought dagger and claw for each victory, and ultimately you have triumphed. With righteous will, you have turned the dark forces within you to good purpose. Whatever the foundation of your being, you have remade yourself in your own image.

Amidst threats it does not yet know are empty, the voice tries to play upon your doubts, but finds none. As you stare unwavering, the presence grows weaker and weaker. As it fades from your mind, one warning does stand out amidst the din. It speaks of others that will listen where you have not, others that will embrace what you have rejected, and others that will be your death. This describes but one man, and you know of no other it could be. He who orchestrated your fall, deceived your comrades, and deserves all that your justice shall mete upon him. Sarevok.

His is a debt that must be paid to the whole of the Sword Coast. You awake sure of your cause, and of what must be done.~ [DREAM6G]

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@19280 = ~Tonight you sleep hunted by all, and wake in a dream hunted by one.

Tonight you are the monster everyone claims you are; the kobold scorned like a rodent; the ogre that children fear comes in the night. The mobs and their torches now come for you, counting you among the creatures you once did hunt. Or so someone would have you believe.

Once again you hear the voice; a voice that now makes no secret of its origins. It speaks of destiny and nature, and of evils bred in the bone. It says you will never be free of the mob; that they will hunt you for what you are. Murder and death run in your veins and accepting that will supposedly give you power. The essence of Bhaal within you cannot be ignored.

It is mistaken. You have already accepted what runs in your veins: you have accepted it and moved on. Whatever the foundation of the blood within you, it is yours and no one else's. If there is power to be had, then you will administer it as you see fit, and not according to the ravings of a shade long dead.

You calmly turn your back and walk away, applying the most powerful weapon you have at your disposal: indifference. Let the dead rattle on if they wish. Had they the power to harm you they would have done so a dozen times over. More tangible threats require attention.

The voice becomes shrill and piercing as you walk, but gradually grows weaker. As it fades, one warning does stand out amidst the din. It speaks of others that will listen where you have not, others that will embrace what you have rejected, and others that will be your death. This describes but one man, and you know of no other it could be. He who orchestrated your fall, and deserves all that you shall inflict upon him. Sarevok.

He shall feel your wrath for all that has occurred. You awake sure of your cause, and of what must be done.~ [DREAM6E]

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@19281 = ~Sarevok crumbles to dust before you, as did his elaborate scheme. The walls still echo his anger, but you know that the influence he wielded is finally gone. His treachery will affect the Sword Coast for some time to come, but the region will eventually return to what it calls "normal."

There has been a more permanent effect upon you, however.

You and Sarevok shared more than you would care to know. You were of the same blood, the same lineage, and the poison that ran through his heart has the potential to take yours as well. You have heard the whispers of the past, as your sibling must have, but you chose to shut them out. While it is hard to imagine the towering Sarevok as weak, despite his menacing nature he succumbed to the dark temptations that you have not.

The whispers may yet become screams, however, and there is danger that remains real. For you, and the rest of the realms alike.

Would Sarevok have become a god if his plans had reached fruition? It is unlikely. At least, not in the manner he would have wished. Sarevok caused great suffering in the name of his father, but somehow you know that his untimely death has perhaps served the dead god more. As you watched the essence of your sibling drain away, a horrible scenario emerged in your mind. This child; raised to madness, driven to conquest, ultimately killed by those that would righteously oppose him; his entire life was nothing more than "fuel" for the eventual rebirth of the father. Bhaal seeded the world with offspring to effect his resurrection, not his replacement.

Certainly an appropriate way to return power to a dead Lord of Murder.~

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@19282 = ~Sarevok crumbles to dust before you, as did his elaborate scheme. The walls still echo his anger, but you know that the influence he wielded is finally gone. His treachery will affect the Sword Coast for some time to come, but the region will eventually return to what it calls "normal."

There has been a more permanent effect upon you, however.

You and Sarevok shared the same blood, the same lineage, but you have not believed the lies. You have heard the whispers your sibling must have, but the rantings of shadows are not your concern. Obviously Sarevok was not as strong as you, and placed too much faith in a power long dead. He was willing to play the pawn, and as such he was doomed to fall before you.

His fool's gambit failed him, but there is still danger in Sarevok's passing. For you, and the rest of the realms alike.

Would Sarevok have become a god if his plans had reached fruition? It is unlikely. At least, not in the manner he would have wished. Sarevok caused great suffering in the name of his father, but somehow you know that his untimely death has perhaps served the dead god more. As you watched the essence of your sibling drain away, a horrible scenario emerged in your mind. This child; raised to madness, driven to conquest, ultimately killed by those that would righteously oppose him; his entire life was nothing more than "fuel" for the eventual rebirth of the father. Bhaal seeded the world with offspring to effect his resurrection, not his replacement.

Certainly an appropriate way to return power to a dead Lord of Murder.~

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@19328 = ~A wicked-looking dagger with a dark history, the Salamander's Tongue is prized both for its use as a weapon and its hidden magical powers. The blade appears to be an exotic-looking dagger with a kris-like wavy blade ending in two small points. A small portion of a slimy, bright-red living salamander's tongue is somehow embedded in the heart of the blade, near the grip. It pulses and writhes randomly without intervention from the owner.

The exact origins of the blade are unknown, but it is believed that the first owner of the weapon was a respected and feared gnomish thief and assassin from Westgate named Turlam Shallowhill. Turlam was killed in a fight with a rival, a halfling called Deder Seven Fingers. Deder kept the weapon as a trophy, not knowing its powers until after it was stolen by an underling, a fellow halfling named Kreshinal Blackhound. Kreshinal fled to Selgaunt with the dagger for five years, relying on its powers to hide him from divination. Kreshinal lost the dagger in a botched gambling scam and was killed by Deder's agents within the month. Deder attempted to reclaim the dagger from the Sembian criminals who had captured it. He succeeded at routing the thieves and reclaiming his dagger, but he focused so much attention on the blade that he didn't notice that the Sembian criminals had employed a priest of Mask to infiltrate and break down his interests in Westgate. The ensuing war between the Westgate and Selgaunt factions ended when the priest of Mask, Pieter the Feeble, made the two sides so paranoid that they ate themselves away from the inside. Pieter grabbed the dagger when he had the opportunity and escaped to Hillsfar, confident that the unorganized demihuman supporters of the late Deder Seven Fingers wouldn't follow him to a place so hostile to their kind.

In yet another scam, Pieter sold the blade to a Mulmaster Hawk while luring other potential buyers to an auction in Hillsfar. Pieter and his associates murdered the buyers at the fake auction and made off with the cash, hiding under the cover of an amulet of non-detection. The Mulmaster Hawk who purchased the blade was supposedly killed by priestesses of Umberlee who were angry at the assassin's refusal to pay tribute to the Bitch Queen. Years of factional fighting between the Umberlants are believed to have transported the blade as much as three thousand miles away from its humble beginnings in Sembia. The whereabouts of Pieter the Feeble and his goons are currently unknown.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Save vs. Poison: +3
– Fire Resistance: +10%
– Non-detection

Combat abilities:
– 20% chance of +1d4 fire damage

THAC0: +3
Damage: 1d4+3 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 0
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 1~

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@19421 = ~At the core of druidic faith lies the balance between nature and all living things; it is this balance which allows the cycle of nature to continue, grow, and prosper. When this balance is disrupted, then nature, and all those that live within its bounds, is harmed. So taught the elder druids, and you have taken their teachings to heart.

You are but a new initiate of nature, yet of late, something has disturbed you. It started not long ago with a strange scent upon the air, carrying the hint of storms that should not be, and flocks of birds from the northern reaches, migrating south earlier than is custom. Even the earth itself began whispering to you in the night, telling of evil creatures stirring within its depths. Something is wrong, and the source of the disturbances seems to lie somewhere in the North. You have taken it upon yourself to travel to the Spine of the World and find the meaning behind these disturbances to the balance, and to see if they portend some greater evil within the region. Nature must be protected, and the balance must be restored.~

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@19427 = ~Upholding all that is right and good is a crusade that knows no boundaries, nor is it confined to a nation or its borders. It is a fight for the spirit, and you are more than a soldier of the faith—you are an example for others, and it is your duty to lift them up, show them that they can become better men and women than they are. The road is a difficult one, but you know that valor and courage in the face of adversity carry their own rewards.

While there are many who fight the good fight, of late it has concerned you that there are few representatives of good upon the frontier, where civilization is slowly taking root. It cannot be argued that there is still much that can be done within the cities and towns of Faerûn, but it struck you that the North is where future battles for the soul of its people may be fought and won now, simply by providing the ideals for a new civilization and defending all that would threaten it. Within the shadow of the Spine of the World, perhaps you can help a growing civilization learn the virtues that guide your own life and pave the way for a nobler future for its people.~

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@19429 = ~Scout, soldier, guide, hunter... these careers have long held no interest for you, and it was becoming clear that no matter how far you traveled within Faerûn, escaping from these roles would be difficult. At heart, you have always been an explorer, one willing to search out new lands and discover all that nature holds within it. Yet it seemed that unless you moved quickly, you would become embroiled in hunting poachers and the policing of trade routes that were beginning to claim too much of your time.

So you have set upon your path northwards, where the wilderness of the North has yet to be tamed by the passage of man, and nature still exists in its pristine state without the touch of civilization. Within the snows and the ice lie many of nature's secrets, and they call to you, asking to be discovered. Perhaps there you can find a measure of peace and contentment denied to you in the south.~

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@19430 = ~The study of magic opened your eyes, not just to the arcane arts, but to the world itself. With every spell you learned in college, every scrap about magic and the arcane arts that you absorbed, you were fascinated with how each piece of information carried with it a certain history, a window into another land or the writings and mind of another practitioner of magic. It was not long before the libraries and the halls of the college began to seem oppressive, more like mausoleums than places of learning. You did not want to meet the fate of some of the elderly college scribes and librarians, lost within their books—you wanted to travel, see what the world held for anyone with a passion for exploration and knowledge. You didn't want to spend your life reading of other's discoveries—you wanted to make some of your own and allow others to benefit from it.

Shortly after graduation, you set about planning your travels. Who knows what lost knowledge lies within the wilderness of the North, simply waiting for someone to uncover it?~

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@20095 = ~'Tis a shame. You were a worthy companion.~ [EFM_40]

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@20631 = ~The struggles you have faced are over for now, and you shall climb from this vile place victorious. Your actions here will ease the burdens of many, although most will never know the name of their benefactor. Nonetheless, the citizens of the Sword Coast can rest soundly this night, even as you lay troubled in whatever Inn you find yourself. Sarevok's death is not the closure you had hoped for, and many questions remain unanswered. There will be more trials to come, but they are for another day...

Such is your lot, child of Bhaal.~

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@20636 = ~SUPPLY LIST

This plain piece of parchment contains a list of equipment ranging from lengths of rope to rations and torches. A short note has been scribbled on the back of the list:

Pomab,

Seeing as you have seen fit to "volunteer" to outfit our expedition to Kuldahar, I have written down a list of items we will be needing. I trust the equipment you will provide will be of quality, unlike the shoddy junk you foisted off on my last expedition.

– Hrothgar~

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@20715 = ~Please insert the Icewind Dale CD~

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@20885 = ~Silver Dagger: Werebane:
This dagger acts as a +4 dagger vs. lycanthropes. Dynala Goldenhand, an elven ranger who wished to rid her homeland of its werejackal problem, forged the dagger. She was killed by a tribe of orcs in the Greypeak Mountains as she tracked the werejackal leader.

STATISTICS:

Damage: 1d4+2 (+2 vs. lycanthropes)
Damage Type: Piercing
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed

Weight: 1~

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@20901 = ~Bottle of Wine:
This wine was obtained after placing the eerily glowing grapes in the winepress and starting the engine. When you breathe deeply, memories of lost loves come rushing back and you find your eyes filling with tears.~

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@20908 = ~A bunch of grapes:
This fruit glows with a strange inner light.~

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@21306 = ~'Tis good to hear. Larrel, could you return us to Dorn's Deep?~

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@21324 = ~Kerish,

Kreg Frostbeard is dead, no thanks to you, and I now hold his badge of office. I, Joril Frostbeard, am now numbered among the six chosen of the master! Once my plans have come to bear fruit, I will have access to the master himself. You would do well to remember that from this day forward, worm.

Also know that your lack of aid has not gone unnoticed. Only your silence in not reporting this to the master has kept you alive. When the time is right, *I* will tell the master that I have taken my father's throne. Until then, you will remain silent or you will die. Those walls you hide behind will not save you from my wrath. Betray me and I will crumble them about you and crush the life from you!

Joril~

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@21481 = ~This shiny brass sword is extremely old, dating back at least three thousand years before Dale Reckoning. It was created by a Netherese archmage named Pouldinus as a gift to a warrior friend. This friend, Kalamnin, was a strict devotee of Amaunator, a harsh, unforgiving god now almost forgotten by sages. Amaunator was the god of law and the god of the sun. He required his servants to follow his edicts exactly. Kalamnin did his best to observe Amaunator's laws in his travels. The blade was lost when Kalamnin was killed in battle by dozens of nycadaemons. The sorcerer who summoned the creatures, Ylmandi, kept the blade in his family until the fall of Netheril.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– Additional 2d4+3 fire damage vs. undead
– 5% chance of Beltyn's Burning Blood on hit

Charge abilities:
– Sunray once per day
  Blindness for 2 rounds (Save vs. Spell negates); undead and myconids take 8d6 fire damage (Save vs. Spell for half)
  Range: 100 ft.
  Area of Effect: 8-ft. radius

THAC0: +3
Damage: 2d4+3 (slashing)
Speed Factor: 1
Proficiency Type: Bastard Sword
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 11 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@22238 = ~Moved ne'er by rage and ne'er by anger,
Cold is the trait'rous doppelganger.~

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@22239 = ~Too young to fight, except to fall,
Here died my son, young Fuernebol.~

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@22240 = ~Islanne, my wife, I love you still.
'Twas just your form they made me kill.~

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@22242 = ~Soft walks the trait'rous doppelganger
Into my dear son's practice chamber.~

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@22243 = ~Foul mimic of the mortal man,
'Twas in my shape they killed Islanne.~

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@22264 = ~A massive, unwieldy war hammer inscribed with dwarven runes.

STATISTICS:

Damage: 1d4+1 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 4
Proficiency Type: War Hammer
Type: One-handed

Weight: 8~

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@22267 = ~Farthing's Dolly:
A dolly owned by a girl named Farthing. You are allowed to play with it if you wish.~

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@22446 = ~'Cause it has a *magic mirror*! Uh-huh, it's true! I saw him step right through it... well, I mean, he *opens* it first, but it's *like* he's walking right through it!~

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@22485 = ~Indeed, and listen to the song:

    Hailee, Hailee, skipping amongst the trees
    Keeper of secrets, whispered in the leaves
    A secret for a secret, speak of what she sees!~

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@22569 = ~This fell weapon was crafted by a beautiful and cruel wizardess who worshipped the lady of misfortune, Beshaba. Her name was Redani, and she was known both for her powers as an enchanter and a seductress. The Love of Black Bess was always given to her favored consort at any particular time. Unknown to her lovers, she would place a Ring of Readiness on the mace, saving the matching ring for a special time. When she grew tired of her consorts, as she always did, she would give the matching ring to a new lover and send the young man out to kill her old paramour. The new lover would simply call upon the ring and the mace would fly to his hand.

Unfortunately, Redani was done in when she trusted the wrong man to kill her old lover. Gural of Chessenta, a well-disguised priest of Hoar, took it upon himself to gain vengeance for a man whose skull he had picked up by the side of a road. Unluckily for Redani, priests of Hoar will go to any length to avenge the dead, even if it means animating all of her dead lovers to tear her limb from limb.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– 10% of all hits cause the target to lose 4 points of luck

THAC0: +3
Damage: 1d6+4 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 5
Proficiency Type: Mace
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 10 Strength

Weight: 7~

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@22721 = ~This dagger weighs heavily in your hand, and is warm to the touch. Merely having it on your person makes you feel uneasy for some reason. The gem mounted in the hilt seems to have an inner light of some sort, though how it can have such illuminations and still be so deathly black at its core, you do not know.

Damage: 1d4
Damage type: Piercing
Weight: 1
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Daggers
Type: One-handed~

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@22723 = ~This plain silver dagger has a pointed, double-edged blade.

STATISTICS:

Damage: 1d4 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Dagger
Type: One-handed

Weight: 1~

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@22996 = ~It came to pass that~

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@23474 = ~The Recipes and Ruminations of One Dradeel of Tethir

Formerly

'A Lovely Bun-cake Brightens Anyone's Day'

The recipes herein are mine own imagining, and thus ingredients are subject to change as per my whim.
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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.
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Dradeel's 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
Saute onions in oil over medium fire until onions begin to become clear
Add 2 chopped carrots and 2 chopped stalks of celery
Saute 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.
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Curative Ingredients for the Dispelling of Lycanthropy.
Mother's family recipe

Notes: Mother's 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 wolf clans should not take the form of muffins of any sort.
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The Bachelor's 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?~

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@24118 = ~'Tis a pity, really. Don't be too hard on him, though. He's a good man... in all the ways that matter.~

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@24313 = ~Eron the Dismayed was a pessimistic wizard with a propensity for magical dueling. He believed that the only way to become strong in the Art was to test his powers against other wizards. However, he also believed that thieves and assassins were constantly looking to steal his wealth. To make himself appear mundane, he wore the clothes of a pilgrim and carried a simple elm walking staff. In reality, the staff was magically enchanted to be more potent in combat, but Eron didn't want to risk advertising that fact.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +3
Damage: 1d6+3 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 1
Proficiency Type: Quarterstaff
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 5 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@24745 = ~Wrapped with serpentine twine around its corners and tapped in place by Tiernon's hands, this mirror of black ice may now be worn around the neck. It still serves the same function as the original black ice mirror, but it feels much lighter now, and the reflections within the mirror seem both sharper and duller at the same time.

The power of the Mirror of Black Ice lies in its ability to confound the sight of an attacker. Merely wearing it provides a boon to the wearer's defenses, as attackers will discover the wearer suddenly isn't where they thought he was when they first attacked. By concentrating on the mirror, however, the wearer may alter what others see when they look at him, distorting his image to make him harder to hit, or splitting his image into several reflections of himself, further confusing attackers. The mirror contains only a limited number amount of energy to perform these greater feats, but when the Blur and Mirror Image powers are gone, the passive defenses will remain.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +2 vs. slashing and piercing attacks
– Armor Class: +3 vs. missile attacks
– Save vs. Wand: +3
– Save vs. Spell: +3

Charge abilities:
– Blur
  Armor Class +3 and Saving Throws +1
  Duration: 13 rounds
  Area of Effect: The wearer

– Mirror Image
  Creates 6 images
  Duration: 3 turns
  Area of Effect: The wearer

Weight: 0~

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@24749 = ~This thin cloak appears frayed at first, but upon closer inspection, the stray threads are actually human hairs from which the cloak is woven. The cloak twists in torchlight, each strand of hair raveling and unraveling about the others so subtly that it appears as if a light breeze is rippling the cloak.

This cloak is woven from the hair of virgins sent to the Burial Isle to sleep with their dead barbarian lords. It was the Seer's duty to comfort these women, to soothe their pain—in order to do so, she took a lock of hair from each and wove the strands into a cloak that would draw the spirits of fear from the virgins and steady their hearts. The result was a cloak that hangs heavy with guilt and does little to shield the wearer from the cold of the North.

When worn, the hairs weave around the wielder's frame, the long strands lacing together like threads on a loom. The cloak will not willingly unravel itself from a wearer without being coerced by a Remove Curse spell.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +4 vs. piercing, crushing, and missile attacks
– Armor Class: +2 vs. slashing attacks
– Immunity to all fear-based effects, Emotion, Hopelessness, and Symbol of Hopelessness
– Can only be removed with a Remove Curse spell

Charge abilities:
– Cloak of Fear once per day
  Non-undead creatures flee in panic for 2d8 rounds (Save vs. Spell negates)
  Range: 0
  Duration: 3 rounds
  Area of Effect: 3-ft. radius

Weight: 1~

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@24754 = ~Tiernon has apparently "awoken" the enchantment that was hibernating within this shield (most likely due to the giant's fist that struck it). He has retraced the runes along the edges and redrawn the Denthelm symbol in its center. The shield seems brighter than it did before, lighter, and there is a slight vibration when it is held, as if it is humming to itself.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +3
– Physical Damage Resistance: +10%

Charge abilities:
– Armor Class +2 and Physical Damage Resistance +15% once per day
  Duration: 17 rounds
  Area of Effect: The wielder

– Unfailing Endurance once per day
  Eliminates fatigue
  Range: Touch
  Area of Effect: 1 creature

Requires:
 12 Strength

Weight: 2~

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@24759 = ~This once-shattered blade lay in the breast of Icasaracht, the last of the white dragon matriarchs that ruled the Spine of the World. It was wielded by Aihonen, a distant ancestor of Jhonen the fisherman in Easthaven—the sword has lain at the bottom of the lake for almost a century, waiting to be returned to one of its wielder's bloodline. The blade seems to draw its strength from Lac Dinneshere itself. As long as the wielder is within a dragon's flight of the lake (a considerable distance by most race's standards), the blade is a fearsome weapon.

The dwarven smith Tiernon has "soothed" this blade—apparently, he was the one who forged it in the first place. His skills have awoken some of the blade's original powers that had been drained when it was used to slay Icasaracht.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Fire Resistance: +30%
– Cold Resistance: +30%
– Maximum Hit Points: +10 within a dragon's flight of Lac Dinneshere

Charge abilities:
– Cure Critical Wounds three times per day
  Heals 27 Hit Points
  Range: Touch

– Strength +3 once per day
  Area of Effect: The wielder

THAC0: +1, +5 within a dragon's flight of Lac Dinneshere
Damage: 1d8+1, +5 within a dragon's flight of Lac Dinneshere
Damage Type: Slashing
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Long Sword
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 6 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@24774 = ~Priests of Tymora produce this unique type of oil in abundance, but often sell it so quickly that adventurers become furious when they cannot procure it. Priests of other faiths often keep such potions in reserve if they cannot use their magic to remove a curse. Enemies of the Tymoran faith, such as the ill-willed Beshabans, are searching for a way to make a similar potion that compounds the effects of a magical curse.

STATISTICS:

Target has Remove Curse, Bless (6 rounds), and Luck (3 rounds) cast upon them
Takes a full round to use

Weight: 1~

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@24872 = ~This option will start a new Heart of Winter expansion game.

NOTE: Due to the nature of the new areas and monsters in the expansion, we highly recommend playing with characters of level 9 or higher. Your party will begin in Lonelywood and will not be able to travel back to areas from the original Icewind Dale.~

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@25186 = ~archer~

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@25201 = ~BERSERKER: This is a warrior who is in tune with <PRO_HISHER> animalistic side and, during combat, can achieve an ecstatic state of mind that will enable <PRO_HIMHER> to fight longer, harder, and more savagely than any person has a right to. Berserkers tend to be barbarian-like in nature, but not always. Sometimes it is a conscious choice that a warrior in training makes. Regardless, opponents on the battlefield will be unsettled when they see the savage and inhuman elements of the Berserker's personality. This class is common amongst dwarves, known to them as the Battlerager.

Advantages:
– May use Rage ability once per day every 4 levels.

RAGE: The enraged state lasts for 1 turn. While enraged, a Berserker gains a bonus of +2 to <PRO_HISHER> attack and damage rolls as well as to <PRO_HISHER> Armor Class, and becomes immune to charm, confusion, fear, feeblemind, hold, imprisonment, level drain, maze, stun, and sleep. The Berserker also gains 15 temporary Hit Points which are taken away at the end of <PRO_HISHER> berserk spree, possibly knocking <PRO_HIMHER> unconscious.

Disadvantages:
– Becomes winded after berserking: -2 penalty to Armor Class, to-hit rolls, and damage rolls.
– May not Specialize in ranged weapons.~

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@25207 = ~INQUISITOR: The Inquisitor has dedicated <PRO_HISHER> life to finding and eliminating practitioners of evil magic and defeating the forces of darkness, and <PRO_HISHER> god has provided <PRO_HIMHER> with special abilities toward that end.

Advantages:
– May cast Dispel Magic once per day per 4 levels (starts at 1st level with one use). The spell is cast at Speed Factor 1 and acts at twice the Inquisitor's character level.
– May cast True Sight once per day per 4 levels (starts at 1st level with one use).
– Immune to hold and charm.

Disadvantages:
– May not Turn Undead.
– May not use Lay On Hands ability.
– May not cast priest spells.~

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@25220 = ~SKALD: This nordic Bard is also a warrior of great strength, skill, and virtue; <PRO_HISHER> songs are inspiring sagas of battle and valor, and the Skald devotes <PRO_HISHER> life to those pursuits.

Advantages:
– +1 bonus to hit and damage rolls.
– The Skald's song is different from the typical Bard's and varies with level:
 1st level: Grants allies a +2 bonus to hit and damage rolls, and a +2 bonus to AC.
 15th level: Grants allies a +4 bonus to hit and damage rolls, a +4 bonus to AC, and immunity to fear.
 20th level: Grants allies a +4 bonus to hit and damage rolls, a +4 bonus to AC, and immunity to fear, stun, and confusion.

Disadvantages:
– Only has one quarter the normal Pick Pockets score.~

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@25223 = ~PRIEST OF LATHANDER: Lathander is the good god of renewal, creativity, and youth, and is celebrated nearly everywhere. His followers are very popular throughout the realms, and there are numerous wealthy temples devoted to him.

Advantages:
– May cast Hold Undead once per day every 5 levels of the caster (starts at 1st level with one use).
– May cast Boon of Lathander every 10 levels of the caster (starts at 1st level with one use), as detailed below.

BOON OF LATHANDER: This spell lasts 1 round per level of the caster. It gives the caster a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls, a +1 bonus to all Saving Throws, and 1 extra attack per round. It also protects the recipient from level drain.

Disadvantages:
– Alignment restricted to lawful good, neutral good, chaotic good, and true neutral.~

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@25625 = ~'Tis no rumor. There have been numerous reports of a huge army of tribesmen moving southward into the Dale. I assure you, the threat the barbarians pose to Lonelywood and the rest of the towns is *very* real.~

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@26796 = ~[This string looks empty, but it's a string for Scotty's subtitling—please don't overwrite]~

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@26851 = ~Field plate is actually a more commonly used form of full plate armor. It consists of shaped and fitted metal plates riveted and interlocked to cover the entire body.

STATISTICS:

Armor Class: 0 (-4 vs. slashing, -3 vs. piercing and missile)
Requires:
 15 Strength

Weight: 70~

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@26856 = ~The druid will aggressively cast offensive spells with little regard for the safety of her comrades. However, the spells chosen are normally not hazardous to the party. The druid will only begin casting her spells when she sees a large number of enemies
or when the nearest enemy has more Hit Dice than the druid has levels of experience. Spells are selected from a list of summoning and small area of effect spells.~

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@26860 = ~The cleric will cast a series of buff spells when they encounter a significant number of enemies. The buff spells selected are ones that typically aid the entire party. The cleric will only begin casting his spells when he sees a significant number of enemies or a single enemy with Hit Dice in excess of the cleric's level.~

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@26862 = ~The character will fight like a defensive fighter, save that, when done with a target, he will move to the member of the party with the lowest current Hit Points. If the character has healing spells or Lay On Hands available, he will use one of them on the wounded character. The character then chooses the nearest target and attacks.~

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@26864 = ~Paladins or clerics will aggressively attack undead creatures. If of sufficiently high level, the character will periodically attempt to turn the undead as well.~

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@26871 = ~The fighter will seek out enemy mages and clerics in ranged and melee combat. Given no caster targets, the character behaves like a defensive fighter.~

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@26873 = ~The character will fight like a defensive fighter, save that, when done with a target, he will move to the member of the party with the lowest current Hit Points. The character then chooses the nearest target and continues to fight.~

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@26875 = ~Puts bards and wizards into combat casting mode. They will aggressively cast offensive spells with a small area of effect and cast Stoneskin and Mirror Image if severely wounded.~

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@26880 = ~Field plate is actually a more commonly used form of full plate armor. It consists of shaped and fitted metal plates riveted and interlocked to cover the entire body.

STATISTICS:

Armor Class: 2 (-2 vs. slashing, -1 vs. piercing and missile)
Requires:
 15 Strength

Weight: 70~

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@26909 = ~This torn page contains a single entry:

"I have been studying the portal, trying to discern how the Master has changed it. If I am successful, then at last we will be free of his tyranny. The only clues that I have are in the form of one of his imbecilic riddles:

Heaven above, Earth and Sea below
Sun's flight, Day turns to Night
Seasons change all that we know
Stones numbered five bring the gate alive
To home the passage will flow

From what I can garner from this, five gems are needed to activate the device. Each gem represents one of the five aspects of the gate: Heaven, Day, Earth, Sea, and Night. Only by placing the correct gem, at the appropriate point, will the portal open.

Now, this all seems rather straightforward, and that is exactly what worries me. It is not the Master's way to be so forthcoming with information. It is my belief that the gems, whatever they may be, must be changed somehow. That would explain the line about the seasons. I must think about this some more..."~

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@27035 = ~This fine weapon once belonged to the Minotaur Lord in the Luremaster's catacombs. The axe sports a double blade mounted on a solid oak shaft. It is finely balanced and may be used one-handed. The axe is enchanted, giving the user a +4 to both hit and damage. A successful hit also has a 25% chance of stunning an opponent for 1d4 rounds.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– 25% chance target is stunned

THAC0: +4
Damage: 1d12+4 (slashing)
Speed Factor: 8
Proficiency Type: Axe
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 10 Strength

Weight: 10~

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@27206 = ~We spoke with a strange spirit near the entrance to the castle keep. The spirit informed us that there is but one way to leave these ruins alive. Apparently, we must prove to him that we are worthy of bearing the mantle of heroes, whatever that means. The only clue he was willing to offer was a riddle.

North, east, south, and west,
In towers four the purgatives rest.
Feed them where the spirits nest,
Or forever here remain, our guest.
The sun rises, the earth warms,
Four men lie cold, yet no one mourns.
"Leave them be!" the mad lord warns,
And from my work their praise is shorn.

He told us to return once the task is complete, and we would be admitted inside the castle's keep.~

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@27363 = ~The origins of this cloak have been lost in the mists of time. However, for some time it was in the possession of Drosus, a mage of no small power from Waterdeep. Drosus fell afoul of an unusually large group of winter wolves on a solo expedition into the Spine of the World mountains having been forced to don a heavier cloak to keep out of the cold...

At first glance this cloak appears to be blinding white in color. However, it is in fact a composite of thousands of colors, which dance and play in any available light source. This barrage of scintillating colors tends to distract and partially blind anyone staring directly at the wearer.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +3
– Can be worn in combination with any other protective enchantment

Weight: 3~

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@27367 = ~This rare helm owes its creation to an orcish warrior mage.

Chautog's unusual story began when his village was destroyed in the crossfire from a battle between two rival wizard factions. One of the victors, the enchanter Shandellon, felt a twinge of guilt when he surveyed the collateral damage and as atonement took in the village's only survivor and raised the young orc as his son.

Under Shandellon's tutelage, Chautog proved adept at magic despite his crude heritage. However, Chautog constantly found himself working harder than Shandellon's human apprentices and producing inferior results. As jealousy overtook him, Chautog locked himself in his room and toiled day and night on an enchanted item that would allow him to compete with his peers.

The fruit of his labor, though fairly unattractive, was an amazing helmet that would dramatically increase the wearer's intelligence. Chautog immediately donned his prize. However, he quickly discovered that ignorance can be a boon to one whose existence is as pathetic as that of a jealous orc. Shandellon found the charred remains of his adopted son, still wearing the now coal-black helmet, next to a note bearing one simple sentence: "Some things are best left undone."

When worn, Chautog's Thinker confers an Armor Class bonus of 1 and raises the wearer's intelligence by 2. However, the helm is unappealing to look at and quite heavy, being of orc design. Thus, charisma is lowered by 2 and a strength of 17 is required to comfortably wear the helm.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +1
– Intelligence: +2
– Charisma: -2
– Protects against critical hits

Requires:
 17 Strength

Weight: 5~

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@27424 = ~This yellowed page, although faded and frayed at the edges, is surprisingly resilient, having the texture of leather. Despite the fact it is written in an unknown script, the words on the page twist and shift as you read over them, translating into the Common tongue in your mind.

...only Watchknight Giles was not
deterred by Aehirglass's sudden charge.
Determined to shield Lord Maluradek's flight,
he refused to give ground to the storming
beast. And so it was by keeping his wits
about him, his keen eye saw another way the
dragon might be undone.

With the sun high above him and mace
firmly in hand, he let the dragon's talons
rake at his tabard, exposing his shining
breastplate to the sun. Not a drop of blood
was shed, such was the skill he had timed
the swift dragon's speed.

He turned so that the breast of his
gleaming armor caught the sun
and sent spears of the sun's rays
into the dragon's eyes. Unprepared
for the radiance, the lids of the beast
snapped closed, and his charge faltered,
the beast blinded!

And so with his Wits about him, Giles
brought his great mace down upon
Aehirglass's skull, drawing the first blood of
the day...

[Fragment ends]~

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@27462 = ~This yellowed page, although faded and frayed at the edges, is surprisingly resilient, having the texture of leather. Despite the fact it is written in an unknown script, the words on the page twist and shift as you read over them, translating into the Common tongue in your mind.

...and the third of the four Watchknights fell,
his spear planted in the ground against
Aehirglass's charge. The dragon's wings
were as shreds, its wounds were great,
but the dragon knew the day was his.

It turned upon the last of the warriors,
Erris, the fourth Watchknight. There were
no other warriors to be seen, for Lord
Maluradek had still not taken the field.
Erris rushed in to strike but was snatched
up in the dragon's grip, and the creature's
head reared back to bite the Watchknight's
head from his body.

Yet Aehirglass had not counted on Erris's
strength. Struggling against the dragon's
grip, the Watchknight cleaved through its
neck with his mighty axe, the blade diving
into the gap in the scales of the dragon's throat
left by numerous spear and sword wounds.

With a mighty cry to Helm, he made two blows
of one! He reversed his swing to catch the neck
from the other side as the talons crushed at him,
and there was a twin cracking like thunder,
as the knight's body snapped in the dragon's grip...

... and the dragon's head lolled from the neck
like a felled tree, then collapsed to the ground,
raising a cloud of sand across the Storm-Barrows.

A dragon's death matched with the deaths of four
Watchknights. What can be said of such a valiant battle,
only Lord Maluradek knows. He returned many hours
after the field had fallen silent, but not a tear was
shed for his fallen guards—his eyes swam only with
gold and glory.

"The past is dust," was his eulogy to the corpses of
the Watchknights, "the road ahead is a golden one."~

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@27463 = ~This yellowed page, although faded and frayed at the edges, is surprisingly resilient, having the texture of leather. Despite the fact it is written in an unknown script, the words on the page twist and shift as you read over them, translating into the Common tongue in your mind.

...the battle against Aehirglass grew long,
and the sky turned bloody in the twilight as
the Watchknights fought on. Perhaps one
extra blade would have saved their lives,
but Lord Maluradek was not to be seen.

Watchknight Zierkki was quick to dash in,
strike a blow with his spear, then retreat,
forcing the dragon to turn and attack,
exposing his flank for the other knights. Even
near exhaustion, Zierkki fought on, fighting
against time itself.

Yet even against such a foe, he persevered.
No strength was wasted, not a drop of blood
shed without purpose, as the knight fought
on, from high sun to lingering twilight,
wearing out the dragon's strength,
exhausting it while hoarding his own for
one final strike against the beast...

[Fragment ends]~

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@27464 = ~This yellowed page, although faded and frayed at the edges, is surprisingly resilient, having the texture of leather. Despite the fact it is written in an unknown script, the words on the page twist and shift as you read over them, translating into the Common tongue in your mind.

...and it was then, Aehirglass rose from its desert berth,
sand cresting around the azure wyrm like a storm,
its wings beating like the sails of a mighty sea vessel,
scouring the dust bowl with thousands of teeth,
each a grain of sand, swift and deadly.

The fear that had gripped Lord Maluradek
fell upon our hearts as well, with such weight
we wished to turn our horses and flee with our Lord
to the East, to seek safety within the castle walls.

But then came the crashing of the bravest of
the Watchknights, Geddian, his great sword
ringing against his shield. The sound gave us
pause and drowned out the roaring of the
dragon and the wind. The clashing of metal
beat a hymn to Helm, and courage filled our hearts.

"To me, my brothers," he cried. "Steel your
hearts and raise your weapons! This beast
shall not take us—our lives for our Lord!"

And thus, bolstered by Geddian's sword-drum,
we held fast as the beast looped into the sky,
circling our band. Fear rained from its body
yet fell harmlessly upon us like drops of water...

[Fragment ends.]~

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@27466 = ~While the front and back of this heavy-bound book is of a tarnished bronze, its spine is nothing more than rotting cords of hemp strung through the covers and thick pages within. Despite the tarnished surface and the drapery of cobwebs covering this manuscript, the writing within appears to have survived time's passage without fading.

"My audience with Lord Maluradek went poorly. No sooner had I voiced my request than the Lord flew into a rage. He threatened to lock me in the dungeon with the treacherous bard should I broach the subject of unsealing the crypts again. I returned to the chapel shaken, and my eyes fell upon the symbol of Helm upon the tablet. I fear I have failed my god by not protecting the Watchknights' reputations.

"My Lord's anger at my request has no foundation that I can see, and I find I am now suspicious about what transpired in his battle against the blue dragon at the Storm-Barrows. The four Watchknights who died aiding their lord against such a beast should be accorded honors, not secreted away like skeletons of ill-omen. A castle built upon such crumbling foundations cannot hold.

"I must make amends, do honor to the fallen Watchknights, but I fear to do so without angering his lordship. He of the Unsleeping Eye, the Vigilant One, My Lord and God Helm is the champion of all guardians—yet which do I guard: the reputation of those brave Watchknights that gave their spirits in Helm's service, or the interests of my Lord?

"And of the bard in the dungeons; what crime did he commit that angered... nay, terrified... my Lord so? The Lord has gone so far as to issue a decree that the bard's name shall not be spoken or transcribed. Even hinting at the minstrel's presence in the dungeon is now just cause for Maluradek to punish the transgressor, as one of the poor guards learned a fortnight ago. It seems as if the Lord wishes to erase the bard from history itself. What is it he fears so?

"What tales might the Watchknights tell had they lived?"

* * *

"A plan of action has been discussed with the Adepts at the chapel, and our hearts are in agreement; we shall construct a hidden vault to honor the knights. We shall conceal our efforts from Maluradek, and guard the vault with six keys fashioned from our ceremonial breastplates. We melted each piece of armor down to forge the sextet of keys: copper, bronze, electrum, silver, gold, and platinum. With these keys, we shall be able to enter the Watchknights' crypts and pay our respects while obeying Lord Maluradek's order that the crypt itself remained sealed.

"Yet my heart is not eased by this act; adhering to the word and not the spirit of my Lord only drags my own cowardice into the light. Yet I can find no true path between Maluradek's wishes and defending the reputation of the Watchknights. I feel as if my spirit is splayed upon a forked road, and I fear the branching shall tear me in two."

* * *

"I heard the bard's song again today from the dungeons. He sang, his voice strong and proud, through the hours of the high sun, through the twilight, and deep into the night before the Lord finally gathered his royal guards and unlocked the dungeons. Not long after their descent below the castle, the singing was silenced, and many of the guards looked pale when they emerged from the dungeon. Lord Maluradek held a bloody dagger in his hands, and his countenance was that of one near the brink of madness.

"I should have taken action when I saw the Lord and his guards make their way into the dungeons. Now another corpse lies with the four Watchknights."

* * *

"A terror haunts the night. Strange sounds, ghostly shapes, and echoes of the bard's song have been heard throughout the castle. Whatever transpired in the dungeon between the bard and Maluradek has damned this castle and all its inhabitants. The Lord has sealed himself within his chambers, and many of his servants and guards have either left the castle or have vanished.

"I have nowhere to go, so I have stayed. A great weight hangs on my heart, for Helm made his displeasure known to me. As I stood before the offering bowl that holds the symbol of Helm and recited the evening prayers, the waters of the bowl turned dark and cloudy. I placed my hand in the waters to retrieve the symbol, but my hands found nothing. The symbol was gone.

"I felt a spear enter my heart at this; the Vigilant One has seen my cowardice. He has judged me. I am condemned, unworthy to serve as High Watcher—unworthy to live.

"I have made sure that the doors to the chapel are unlocked. Whatever darkness now haunts the night, I await its judgment.

 – High Watcher Ammal-Matis"~

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@27467 = ~This red-stained journal looks to have once been professionally bound, but the texture of its sodden pages suggest it was recently dropped in wine or blood and has yet to dry. It is repellent to the touch, and the pages peel back from each other only reluctantly to reveal the scrawled words penned within.

We ride on the morrow for the Storm-Barrows—I, the four Watchknights of Helm, and a bard to tell the tale of our journey. A glorious adventure awaits—and my thoughts race at the treasure to be gained! I am told the beast has laired in the Storm-Barrows for many summers. No doubt that it has amassed quite a horde within its sinkhole! It is fitting that the death of the beast shall fill my coffers and elevate me in the eyes of the commonfolk. No more sullen glances, no more questioning the royal decrees, no more complaints of taxes, and policies, and border skirmishes... my deeds in the days ahead shall carve a new image of me in the eyes of my people, and the words of Lord Maluradek, Slayer of the Storm-Barrows Dragon, shall be as gold!

* * *

Word of my return spread quickly, and a hero's welcome awaited me as I rode through the gates of the castle. With the head of the dragon raised high in my hands, the crowd of peasants fell to their knees in awe. Without delay, I demanded a feast prepared to honor my victory—and to the bard, the chronicler of my journey, I gave the task of writing the tale of my victory over the wyrm. I told him to make haste with his words, for I wished the tale to be ready in time for the feast.

There was some talk among the peasants and the Acolytes of Helm about what had happened to the dead Watchknights (at the bard's urging, we had carried their bodies back with us, though it slowed us for many leagues), and to prevent casting a pall over the coming celebration, I ordered the Watchknights' bodies be sealed within the crypts. I spoke of their bravery against the dragon in touching words, and everyone appeared moved by their courage.

I fear unless the Watchknights are interred soon, however, the many wounds upon their bodies will raise questions as to how I emerged from the battle unscathed. It is best not to dwell upon it—as I told the bard, the past is dust. The road ahead is a golden one!

* * *

The accursed bard has betrayed me! His words have cut deeper than any blade. How dare he spout such filth... such lies?! His curdled words of the battle in the Storm-Barrows were treasonous, lifting up the efforts of the Watchknights above my own bravery, and cursing me for displaying cowardice in battle. I! His Lord!

Oh, but his barbs were subtle. Did he think I could not see his contempt? That I could not hear his lies? I ordered the guards to seize him before he could complete the tale, and tore the foul poem from his grasp. I ordered him taken to the dungeon—I shall see him rot in chains before he ever sees the sun's rays again!

As he was being dragged from the hall, I ordered the guards to take his hands as punishment. A... harsh lesson, yes, but one cannot permit treachery to abide within his castle, or else he puts all his dominion at risk.

It was only when I burned the venomous pages of the poem that night, I found some of the pages were missing! This concerns me deeply— if they were to fall into the hands of another... but, no, I must not think of it. The tale is ended, the matter of the bard's fate closed.

* * *

The High Watcher of Helm came to see me at noonday, and feigning deference, he demanded I unseal the Watchknights' crypt so that "the dead may be honored." I cast him from the hall—since when are the actions of a hero questioned in his own throne room?! What deed has that priestly fool ever done in the name of his unblinking god that merits even a footnote in history? I will see him on the rack if he dares question my decrees again!

Yet... even though he has said he will do as I ask, I do not trust him; the Watchknights were of Helm, and the Watcher's sympathies lie with them, not I. I shall watch him... I MUST watch him closely. Should he move to betray me, I shall see him rotting with the bard below.

* * *

One of the guards dared to speak the name of the bard today, and it was like a fresh wound upon my spirit. I ordered the slack-tongued fool lashed to the gallows pole, his mouth choked with peppered rags, and forbid anyone from speaking or mentioning the bard from this day forward. I will crush the bard's name to dust, bury the ashes, and see that he and his filthy words are forgotten by all! A worthy fate for a venom-tongued creature such as he!

I have taken the only key to the dungeons for myself. I shall keep it close to me even as I sleep. None shall see the bard, none shall feed him, and he shall eventually starve and die! Choke on your own words, traitor, and justice shall be served!

* * *

He sings! The damnable bard sings, and his song seeks me out even through the walls of my chambers! I cannot sleep. It is so loud that I fear none in the castle can help but hear it! Torture me no more, villain, or I shall see you hanged!

* * *

I could bear no more of his singing—the bard is dead. I severed his poisoned tongue, and left as the life rushed out of his body. My guards... they... they are silent now, and they are afraid of me. Good! Let them fear! Let them show respect—they know their lord is not of small courage now!

* * *

The bard lives... yet he does not! His ghost comes to my chamber, singing, taunting me with the tale of my cowardice at the Storm-Barrows! He calls me "hero," but the word sinks into my breast like an arrow. My servants, my guards—they are gone... yet this beast remains to torture me! Silence and peace—I long for both—silence, spirit, be silent, be SILENT!

* * *

I fear I can bear no more; I cannot trust my eyes or my ears. Again today, the urge to put an end to my torment threatens to drown me. What am I to do? I have seen the ghostly hangman's noose swinging within the tower, with a silhouette that looks too much like my own. I fear it is my future hanging from the rafters of the tower. Do I embrace it? No, I must not! There must be some other way! Yet there is no escape from the castle—all corridors bend back to the tower. Is there no release from this hell but death?

* * *

The end nears. The bard's spirit comes again tonight, and I cannot bear his voice again. I go to the tower now, and I shall meet my future with eyes open. I shall deny him the pleasure of killing me himself! He shall be left alone with his words in this foul castle for all eternity! We shall see if he can abide the silence of these halls—at least there shall be small comfort in that none shall hear the tale of Maluradek again.

From obscurity I have come, to obscurity I shall go.

-  Lord Fallon Maluradek, Hero of the Storm-Barrows, Slayer of the Azure Wyrm Aehirglass~

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@31458 = ~I am bid to write this by those we serve.
You who carry out the work, I am your humble servant. When at last you need the final ingredient for the grand project, I shall be the one that brings it to you. Seek me out in the hills of Umar, and signal your identity with the purchase of  * BOOK TITLE HERE *. This will identify you, for I do not know your name, and nor should I. The need for security is paramount, so you must also utter my secret name, constructed from the name of your immediate master. There will be no mistake with this method.

Our names are the same in their scale and their cut.
The last of his begins in twofold just as the first of mine.
The next of mine is the first of his, though regressed a full four steps.
The last of my first is the last of his first, except the first one of these is the first of my last.
The first of his last is mine plus one.
The next of my last is the next after last in the first.
The last of my last are third and second though they come in first.

I am sorry for such games, but it is certain that only you shall know this. I await your arrival.~

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@33221 = ~The Book of Guardian Golem Construction
'By Lavok, Master of the Obsidian Sphere

'Finally, I have created  a guardian Golem that is specially suited for the challenging task of cleansing my Obsidian Sphere from planar creatures. It is exceeding efficient in combat, having just recently destroyed a score of Dretch and Chasme demons. However the Golem has recently been damaged. These notes will serve as a reminder to me on the proper method of constructing the Golem should it be destroyed.
'Note to self: Avoid engaging other planar creatures. The exercise is quite difficult and better left to the Golem.
'A standard Golem requires two legs, two arms and a head. These are standard pieces required in the construction of any Golem. Furthermore a special brain is needed to make the Golem function properly. Be wary that some denizen of the Sphere does not steal any of my spare Golem pieces. It would be frustrating to have to actually track down the pieces myself.
'The most difficult task comes after the pieces are assembled in the work room. To activate the Golem you must...


[Unfortunately the pages past this point are burnt and their words can no longer be deciphered.]~

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@33347 = ~Your history is nearly as unknown as your future, and the things that are certain seem more fancy than fact. As unlikely as it may seem, you have the blood of a deity coursing through your veins.

You are a product of the Time of Troubles, a cataclysmic period when the gods were made flesh and forced to walk the earth among their followers. One such deity foresaw both the event and his inevitable death because of it, and so took steps to effect his resurrection. This god strode the land before he was made to, and in his wake left a score of mortal progeny driven to conquer and rule. They were not intended to be his successors, but rather the fuel for his rebirth. Heroes would rise to counter these tyrants, and when their evil fell, it would fall to the father.

The god was Bhaal, Lord of Murder, and you are one of his children.

You were cared for as a child by Gorion, a powerful wizard that may have had even more powerful friends. It was his influence that allowed you to spend your youth in the library fortress of Candlekeep, where the resident monks schooled you in your skills. Children were an oddity at the keep, though you did have a friend in Imoen. She seemed a kindred spirit, though you knew no more of her background than your own. Gorion never explained how you or she came to be there, or why you needed such a secluded home. It was only after his death that you learned the truth about your bloodline, when you were forced into conflict with his killer, another child of Bhaal.

Sarevok was this sibling's name, and he had embraced his foul origins, determined to exploit them and become the next Lord of Murder. He sought to create death on a massive scale, a war of sacrifice that would prove his claim to his father's throne. You unraveled his carefully wrought plans, and ultimately it was you that took his life, sending his taint back to Bhaal. A victory of sorts...

Now you face an uncertain future. A child of murder, you have a lineage that will tempt the ignorant to fear you and the unscrupulous to use you. And always the essence of Bhaal is within, exerting its dark pull when you are weakest. Which is the greater fear: Losing your life to fuel the fire, or losing your will and becoming it?~

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@33893 = ~Magical currents are embedded inside this bullet so that it seems a little more balanced and lighter as it jumps towards an opponent.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +1
Damage: 1d4+2, +2 fire
Damage Type: Missile
Launcher: Sling

Weight: 0~

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@34014 = ~Here in this note I beseech the noble knights of the Most Radiant Heart to answer my call of desperation. There are, at this moment, beasts of huge size and ferocity rampaging on my lands. Ogres and their fell kin have killed my peoples and tenants, and I have not the means to rout them. For all that is good, will you descend upon them with your righteousness? I await your response.

Lord Jierdan Firkraag~

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@34551 = ~::The one from whom Jho-nyn comes asked I see his blade returned to those of his blood if the queen serpent Icasaracht drank his life.:: ::She did, but not before he dealt her a mortal blow.:: ::From the depths of the lake, I have brought the fire-shaped steel that ended her life.:: ::It is intended that it be belonging of Jho-nyn now.::~

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@34587 = ~You are now beginning the tutorial for Baldur's Gate II: Enhanced Edition. This is a simple walk-through of some of the basic skills you will need to play and enjoy the game.

Once the tutorial area has loaded, an NPC (non-player character) will guide you through fighting monsters, casting spells, the use of thieving abilities, and some of the more common interactions you will experience in the game world.

If you have played the original Baldur's Gate, you may already be familiar with many of these functions, though the tutorial is still a convenient way to refamiliarize yourself with the interface in a safe environment.~

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@34606 = ~MONK: Monks are warriors who pursue perfection through contemplation as well as action. They are versatile fighters, especially skilled in combat without weapons or armor. Though Monks cannot cast spells, they have a unique magic of their own: they channel a subtle energy, called ki, which allows them to perform amazing feats. The Monk's best known feat is their ability to stun an opponent with an unarmed blow.

CLASS FEATURES:

– May not wear any armor.
– May only use weapons available to the Thief class (except two-handed).
– May only become Proficient (one slot) in any weapon class.
– May only become Proficient (one slot) in Single-Weapon Style and may not put slots into any other style.
– Moves 2 points faster than other characters. Movement rate further improves by 1 every 5 levels.
– May make 1 unarmed attack per round. An additional 1/2 attack per round is gained every 3 levels. Damage dealt by unarmed attacks increases with level as follows:
  Level 1-2: 1d6
  Level 3-5: 1d8
  Level 6-8: 1d10
  Level 9-14: 1d12
  Level 15+: 1d20
– At level 9, unarmed attacks are treated as a +1 magical weapon and gain a +1 bonus to hit and damage rolls. This enchantment improves to +2 at level 12, +3 at level 15, and +4 at level 25.
– Receives a +2 bonus to Saving Throws vs. Spell.
– Deflect Missiles: +1 bonus to AC vs. missile attacks every 3 levels.
– Starts with an Armor Class of 9 at 1st level and gains an additional +1 bonus every 2 levels.
– May use Stunning Blow ability once per day every 4 levels.

STUNNING BLOW: All successful attacks within the next round force the victim to save vs. Spell or be stunned. This special ability automatically modifies normal attacks; no targeting needs to be done.

– 5th level: Becomes immune to all diseases and cannot be slowed or hasted.
– 7th level: May use Lay On Hands ability on <PRO_HIMHER>self to heal 2 Hit Points per level.
– 8th level: Gains a -1 bonus to Speed Factor.
– 9th level: Gains a +1 bonus to all Saving Throws and becomes immune to Charm.
– 11th level: Becomes immune to poison.
– 12th level: Gains another -1 bonus to Speed Factor.
– 13th level: May use the Quivering Palm ability once per day.

QUIVERING PALM: The next successful attack forces the opponent to save vs. Spell or die. This special ability automatically modifies normal attacks; no targeting needs to be done.

– 14th level: Gains 3% Magic Resistance per level (starting with 42% at 14th level).
– 20th level: Becomes immune to non-magical weapons.
– Alignment restricted to lawful.
– Hit Die: d8~

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@34607 = ~BARBARIAN: A Barbarian can be an excellent warrior. While not as disciplined or as skilled as a Fighter, the Barbarian can willingly throw <PRO_HIMHER>self into a berserker rage, becoming a tougher and stronger opponent.

CLASS FEATURES:

– May not wear armor heavier than splint mail.
– May not exceed Specialization (two slots) with any weapon class.
– May achieve Specialization (two slots) in any fighting style and allocate three slots in Two-Weapon Style.
– Moves 2 points faster than other characters.
– Immune to backstab.
– May use the Rage ability once per day every 4 levels (starts at 1st level with one use).

RAGE: The enraged status lasts for 5 rounds and provides a +4 bonus to Strength and Constitution, a -2 penalty to Armor Class and a +2 bonus to Saving Throws vs. Spell, as well as immunity to all charm, hold, fear, maze, stun, sleep, confusion, and level drain spells.

– 11th level: Gains 10% resistance to crushing, slashing, piercing, and missile damage. An additional 5% is gained at levels 15 and 19.
– Hit Die: d12~

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@34655 = ~WILD MAGE: Wild magic is a new type of magic that is characterized by powerful and dangerous surges of unpredictable magic. It has recently begun to attract the attention of many a curious or scholarly wizard.

Wild Mages are wizards who specialize in the study of wild magic. They have access to spells to protect themselves from wild magic and bend it to their wills. Wild magic is extremely unpredictable and should be used with caution.

Every time a Wild Mage casts a spell, there is a 5% chance that the spell explodes in a wild surge. A wild surge produces some entirely random magical effect. A percent chance is rolled to determine the effect; higher rolls are usually better than lower rolls. A Wild Mage's casting level also varies slightly whenever <PRO_HESHE> casts a spell—anywhere between five levels lower and five levels higher than the Wild Mage's true level.

There are also three spells available to the Wild Mage and ONLY the Wild Mage. These spells are Chaos Shield, Nahal's Reckless Dweomer, and Improved Chaos Shield. With the exception of Nahal's Reckless Dweomer, each of these spells is included in the Wild Mage's spellbook for free.~

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@34719 = ~Welcome to Baldur's Gate II: Throne of Bhaal, the expansion pack to Baldur's Gate II: Shadows of Amn and the completion of the Child of Bhaal storyline.

Baldur's Gate II: Throne of Bhaal is split into two sections:

1) An Add-In Section—a grand new adventure takes place at Watcher's Keep, a new area on your map in BGII. The keep can be played during the course of BGII. It can also be played after BGII in the Add-On section. Play the Add-In Section simply by loading a BGII save and going to Watcher's Keep.
2) An Add-On Section—This continues the main storyline of Baldur's Gate II: Shadows of Amn. Play the Add-On Section by finishing Baldur's Gate II:Shadows of Amn or by importing your character or party into Throne of Bhaal (see below). Watcher's Keep can also be accessed from the Add-On Section. Once you have started the Add-On section, you can no longer return to Shadows of Amn or its areas.

Clicking the New Game button will take you to the character creation screen, where you can create a character to begin Throne of Bhaal at its beginning, shortly after the events chronicled in Shadows of Amn. You have the option of creating a brand new character, who will be outfitted with two million experience points and a variety of powerful weapons and items. You also have the option of importing a character from a saved game or from the character folder. These characters will also be given items and set to two million experience points, if they haven't already reached this level of experience.

Clicking the Import Game button will allow you to import your party from a BGII saved game, such as your final save from Shadows of Amn. This is also an option from which you can load your Throne of Bhaal saves once you've started the mission pack and saved a game.

Click Cancel to return to the previous menu.

Please enjoy Baldur's Gate II: Throne of Bhaal.~

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@34728 = ~Welcome to Baldur's Gate II: Throne of Bhaal.

Please choose whether you wish to play the Expansion Pack in Single Player or Multiplayer mode.~

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@34756 = ~Much to the irritation of your loving foster father, you have always been a wild spirit. Books held no interest for you, nor did disciplined combat. The Watchers spent years wondering what to do with you, until the fateful day when an Uthgardt barbarian from Icewind Dale delivered an ancient scroll to Candlekeep. The short time she remained had a deep impact upon you. She taught you the ways of the barbarian, the connection to spirits of nature, and how to unleash wild rages. By the time she left, you knew that you would follow the same path. Her visit was several years ago, and ever since then you have found the walls of Candlekeep to be intolerably stifling.~

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@34758 = ~Inspired by your foster father's knowledge of the magical arts, you took steps to duplicate his abilities. Uninterested in a structured study of magic, you chose instead to harness raw magic and use it how you saw fit. Gorion was kind enough to give pointers here and there, but was never entirely comfortable with your reckless approach to magic. After years of practice, you now feel that you are a capable sorcerer, but could be so much more if you were to travel the realms in search of greater knowledge.~

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@34799 = ~Goodbye then.~

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@34964 = ~To travel between areas, press on doors or map edges. Be sure to gather your party before venturing forth!~

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@34986 = ~While in combat, protect your spellcasters from attackers with your melee characters.~

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@34993 = ~~~~~~QA Localization Testers~
Kevin Yee, Luca Pignataro

~QA Project Supervisors~
Harold Kim, Doug Finch, Eric Fong, Damien Evans

~QA Senior Testers~
Gary Tesdall, Joshua Grant, GJ Ramirez, Jeff Husges, Kris Giampa

~QA Testers~
Charles Salzman, Jeff Mitchell, Christopher Cruz, Jonathan Goudrault, Daniel Sato, Chris Heidari, Tex Yang, Matthew Phillips, Seth Baker, James Pyle, Robert Evinger, Sean Johnson, Brendan Johnson, Greg Didieu, Matt Golembiewski, Mark Holtzclaw, David Farias, Chris Buskirk, Michael Los, Greg Baldwin, Jason Perez, Robert Hanson, Robert Kyle, Michelle Elbert, David Peters, Matt Monaco, Vince Carino, Josh Henk, Justin Hamilton, Edward Kim, Ralph "Vince" Cole

~Compatibility Supervisor~
Derek Gibbs

~Compatibility Technicians~
Jack Parker, Josh Walters, Dave Parkyn, Tony Piccoli

~MARKETING~

~Marketing~
Allen Rausch, Michael "Paco" Greene

~PR~
Lisa Bucek, Heather McLaughlin

~Web Masters~
Edward Arandia, Sean Patton, Jesica Urquhart~~~~~

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@35464 = ~Girdles are generally similar to belts. Unlike belts, girdles are not used to hold up pants and dungarees, but to carry pouches, scabbards, and the like.

STATISTICS:

Weight: 2~

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@35465 = ~Only the most worthy and devoted servants of the Dawnbringer are granted these powerful holy symbols.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Strength: +1
– Magic Resistance: +5%
– Can cast one extra 6th- and 7th-level priest spell

Weight: 0~

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@35482 = ~This magically conjured instrument rivals the work of the finest craftsmen of Faerûn. However, from certain angles the flute appears almost transparent, as if fashioned from nothing more substantial than the sound of musical notes.

STATISTICS:

Charge abilities:
– Resist Fear
– Globe of Invulnerability
– Delayed Blast Fireball

Requires:
 9 Intelligence

Weight: 0~

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@35515 = ~The short sword is the first type of sword to come into existence. In the simplest of terms, a short sword can be considered a dagger with a blade so long that it can no longer be called a dagger. The term short sword does not exist in sword classifications. However, it has come to be used to describe a double-edged blade about two feet in length. The sword tip is usually pointed, ideal for thrusting.

STATISTICS:

Damage: 1d6 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 3
Proficiency Type: Short Sword
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 5 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@35560 = ~This class of open-face helmet, made of reinforced leather or metal, covers most of the head save the face and neck. These helmets commonly provide protection for the nose.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Protects against critical hits

Weight: 2~

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@35577 = ~Basic armor made of thick, wax or water-hardened leather. It is sturdy protection, not supple like boots or a cloak. Soft garment leathers like that would offer no more protection than common clothing.

STATISTICS:

Armor Class: 8 (10 vs. piercing and missile)
Requires:
 4 Strength

Weight: 15~

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@35578 = ~Ring of Free Action: Edventar's Gift
This ring was given to the reef scavenger and hunter known only as Edventar by a group of aquatic elves long his friends. His help in routing the "Pirate Queen" Yenandra of Dambrath was instrumental in their survival, though Yenandra continues to be feared anywhere the water meets land.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– The wearer is immune to everything, magical and otherwise, that affects mobility in any way. This includes Haste and Slow spells.

Weight: 0~

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@35677 = ~This potion can be used only by Thieves or Bards. When a giant strength potion is consumed, the individual gains great strength and bonuses to hit and damage while using any handheld or thrown weapon. The effect lasts for 2 hours.

STATISTICS:

Strength: 21 (Frost Giant Strength)
Duration: 2 hours

Weight: 1~

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@35914 = ~Long Sword~

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@35931 = ~Boots are normally handmade by cobblers. Common boots are made by using a form, but good boots are designed for the foot of an individual.

STATISTICS:

Weight: 4~

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@35933 = ~Wand~

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@35935 = ~Wands are 1 1/4 ft. long and slender. They are made of ivory, bone, or wood and are usually tipped with something—metal, crystal, stone, and so on. They are fragile and tend to break easily. Because of this, they are often kept in cases.

Wands are powered by charges, each use costing one or more charges (depending on the item). When a wand runs out of charges, it is consumed and destroyed.

STATISTICS:

Weight: 1~

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@35942 = ~The wand will cough forth a huge, burning ball of fire that streaks out to the desired range (to a maximum of 90 ft.) and bursts in a fiery, violent blast, just like the Fireball spell. The Fireball inflicts 6d6 points of damage, but all 1s rolled are counted as 2s. The victim(s) may make a Save vs. Wand in order to take only half damage. The second ability of the wand is akin to the spell Agannazar's Scorcher in that a column of flame will streak towards the victim inflicting 6d6+6 damage, with a Save vs. Wand for half.

STATISTICS:

Charge abilities:
– Fireball
  Damage: 6d6 fire (Save vs. Wand for half)
  Range: 90 ft.
  Area of Effect: 30-ft. radius

– Agannazar's Scorcher
  Damage: 6d6 fire (Save vs. Wand for half)
  Range: 90 ft.
  Area of Effect: 1 creature

Requires:
 9 Intelligence

Weight: 1~

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@36093 = ~Set Time Trap

This ability allows the rogue to set a magical trap that casts a weaker version of the high-level Time Stop spell. For 10 seconds, the flow of time slows for all but the rogue. Often, a rogue will use this trap to get behind an opponent for a free attack.~

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@36105 = ~Alchemy

With cleverness innate to the class, an experienced rogue has seen enough potions in his or her adventuring career to simulate the creation of one. With the Alchemy skill, the rogue can create one of eight types of potions once per day.

The potions a rogue can create are randomly chosen from the following list:
1) Potion of Master Thievery
2) Potion of Perception
3) Potion of Extra Healing
4) Potion of Superior Healing
5) Potion of Regeneration
6) Antidote
7) Oil of Speed
8) Potion of Frost Giant Strength (only useable by Thieves or Bards)~

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@36174 = ~Shapeshift: Lesser Fire Salamander

Strength: 18/75
Dexterity: 19

Base Armor Class: 5
Number of Attacks: 1
Attack Damage: 1d8 (piercing), +1 fire damage

Special Abilities:
– 200% movement rate
– Resist Fire: 100
– Resist Cold: -12
– Lesser Aura of Flame: All creatures within 5 ft. take 1d2 points of fire damage

The Druid is healed 12 Hit Points after using this ability.~

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@36427 = ~Aura of Flaming Death
(Evocation, Alteration)

Level: Quest
Range: 0
Duration: 1 round/2 levels
Casting Time: 4
Area of Effect: The caster
Saving Throw: None

This spell causes the caster to be enveloped by an aura of intense flame that both injures opponents and protects the caster from damage. This shield not only grants the user 90% Fire Resistance and an AC bonus of 4, but also protects <PRO_HIMHER> from attacks made within a 5-ft. radius. An opponent that hits the caster with any weapons or spells within this radius suffers 2d10+2 fire damage. In addition, the intense heat protects the caster from all non-magical weapons, melee or missile.~

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@36595 = ~Shapeshift: Ogre

Strength: 18/00
Dexterity: 9

Base Armor Class: 5
Number of Attacks: 1
Attack Damage: 4d6 (crushing), strikes as +1 weapon

Special Abilities:
– Increased movement rate~

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@36654 = ~Tenser's Transformation
(Alteration)

Level: 6
Range: 0
Duration: 1 round/level
Casting Time: 6
Area of Effect: The caster
Saving Throw: None

Tenser's Transformation is a sight guaranteed to astound any creature not aware of its power, for when the wizard casts the spell, <PRO_HESHE> undergoes a startling transformation. The size and strength of the wizard increase to heroic proportions, and <PRO_HESHE> becomes a formidable fighting machine.

The spell causes the caster to become a berserk Fighter: <PRO_HISHER> Hit Points double, and all damage <PRO_HESHE> sustains is first detracted from this magically gained life; <PRO_HISHER> Armor Class gains a +4 bonus up to a maximum Armor Class of -10; and all <PRO_HISHER> attacks are made as though <PRO_HESHE> were a Fighter of the same level (i.e. the wizard uses the combat values normally reserved to Fighters, although no extra attacks per round are gained). Each attack also receives a +2 bonus to hit and damage rolls. The effect lasts for the duration of the spell or until dispelled.~

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@36782 = ~THRONE OF BHAAL CREDITS


BLACK ISLE STUDIOS

Feargus Urquhart—Division Director
Chris Parker—Senior Producer
Doug Avery—Producer
Fred Hatch—Audio and Localization Producer

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Henry Lee
John Kirkland


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Alan Miranda—Assistant Producer
Nathan Plewes—Line Producer
Ray Muzyka—Executive Producer
Greg Zeschuk—Executive Producer

DESIGN (BIOWARE)
Kevin Martens—Lead Designer
David Gaider—Senior Designer
John Winski—Designer
Andrew "Colonel_Bob" Nobbs—Designer
Michael Geist—Designer
Drew Karpyshyn—Designer

ADDITIONAL DESIGN (BIOWARE)
James Ohlen—Director of Writing and Design
Lukas Kristjanson—Designer

PROGRAMMING (BIOWARE)
Mark Darrah—Lead Programmer
Rob Boyd—Programmer
Don Moar—Lead Programmer, Tools
Chris Christou—Programmer, Tools
Aaryn Flynn—Programmer, Tools

AUDIO (BIOWARE)
David Chan—Audio Producer/Sound Designer

QUALITY ASSURANCE (BIOWARE)
Scott Langevin—Lead QA
Jonathan Epp—QA
Nathan Frederick—QA
Raymond Prach—QA
Chris Priestly—QA
Kevin Booth—QA
Scott Horner—QA
Derrick Collins—QA
Stanley Woo—QA

ART (BIOWARE)
Matthew Goldman—Art Director
Dean Andersen—Lead Artist
Jono Lee—Artist
Jason Spykerman—Artist

ADDITIONAL ART (BIOWARE)
John Gallagher—Director of Concept Art
Mike Sass—Director of Production Art
Todd Grenier—Production/Gui Artist
Marc Holmes—Artist
Rob Sugama—Artist
Cassidy Scott—Artist
Kalvin Lyle—Artist
Elben Schafers—Artist
Chris Mann—Artist

SPECIAL EFFECTS (BIOWARE)
Russell Rice—Technical Artist
Ryan Blanchard—Technical Animator
Alex Scott—Technical Artist

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Tony de Waal—Lead Animator
David Hibbeln—Director of Art
Sherridon Routley—Artist
Steve Gilmour—Senior Animator
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Mark How—Animator
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Brad Grier—Communications Manager
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Theresa Baxter—Human Resources Coordinator
Agnes Kokot Goldman—Reception
Mark Kluchky—Human Resources Manager
Richard Iwaniuk—Financial Controller
Juliette Irish—Accountant
Jo-Marie Langkow—Accountant

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Dave Hamel—Lead Systems Administrator
Chris Zeschuk—Systems Administrator
Craig Miller—Systems Administrator

SPECIAL THANKS TO:
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Mark Brockington
Preston Watamaniuk
Brent Knowles
Aidan Scanlan
Barbara North
Mark Meer
Tom Edwards
Dave Clarke
Neil Grahn
Derek French
Angie Healey
The Baldur's Gate I & II teams
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Michael Motoda—Director of QA
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Josh Grant—Project Supervisor
Jeff Husges—Senior Tester
Chris Heidari—Tester
Josh Henk—Tester
Robert Hanson—Tester
Michelle Elbert—Tester

Eric Fong—Project Supervisor
Chuck Salzman—Senior Tester
Dave Peters—Tester
Chad Edwards—Tester
Joe Cook—Tester
Mike Berry—Tester
Steve Gazda—Tester
Justin Hamilton—Tester
Greg Baldwin—Tester
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Shanna Takayama—Project Supervisor
Amy Presnell—Senior Tester
Reuben Park—Tester
Jason Perez—Tester
Ed Kim—Tester
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Charles Deenen—Sound Superviser & Re-Recording mixer
Rebecca Hanck—Supervision Assistance

Sound Design by:
Charles Deenen
Paul Menichini
Rebecca Hanck
Roland Thai (cinematics)
Mark Allen (cinematics)

Music by:
Inon Zur
Howard Drossin (Yo Eleven Productions)

Mastering by:
Craig Duman
Frank Szick

JP Walton—Re-recording Assistance (cinematics)
Chris Borders—VO Direction/Supervision

VO TALENT
Michael Bell
Jeff Bennett
Jim Cummings
Grey Delisle
Melissa Disney
Jennifer Hale
Shannon Hidi
Rodger L. Jackson
Jim Meskimen
Bill Martin
Jeff Osterhage
Rob Paulsens
Keven M. Richerdson
Jack Roth
Kath Soucie
John H. Mayer
Jason Marsdn
Charity James
Vanessa Marshall

VO Recorded at Screenmusic Studios
Ernie Sheesley—VO Engineer
Eric Lewis—VO Assistant

VO Editing by:
Stephen Miller
JP Walton
Jeremy Simpson
Scott Purvis

Frank Szick—Localized Dialog Mastering
Charles Deenen—Audio Director
Gloria Soto—Audio Operations Manager
Scott Purvis—Sound Librarian & Assistance
Dan Williams—Senior Video Mgr.
Dave Cravens—Senior Multimedia Producer
Chris Folino—Multimedia Producer
Mixed at Interplay Entertainment in Dolby Surround

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Kathy Helgason
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INTERPLAY MARKETING AND PUBLIC RELATIONS
Craig Relyea
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Margo Engel
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Maclean Marshall

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Jessica Urquhart
Sean Patton
Suzanne Swinson
Sandi McCleary~

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@36923 = ~Quickly and precisely.~

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@37083 = ~CHAPTER SIX

As much as you have traveled, these last few feet to the surface have seemed the longest trek by far. Your relief at seeing the light of the sky is palpable, even though you were not really fleeing the black of the Underdark, rather the constant treachery. Unfortunately, even though the setting has changed, your immediate future still looks to be far from peaceful. This area has been the staging ground for many recent battles, and judging from the faces of the beleaguered elven soldiers that now approach, there may be more to come.~

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@37103 = ~DWARVEN DEFENDER: The Dwarven Defender is a formidable warrior that is reputed to be worth two soldiers of any other race. Trained extensively in the art of dwarven warfare, a handful of these stout fighters can render a defensive line all but unbreakable.

Advantages:
– May use Defensive Stance once per day. Gains one use at level 1, one use at level 4, and an additional use every 4 levels thereafter.

DEFENSIVE STANCE: For 1 turn, the Dwarven Defender gains +50% resistance to all forms of physical damage, a +2 bonus to Saving Throws, and a 50% movement rate penalty.

– Gains 5% resistance to crushing, slashing, piercing, and missile damage every 5 levels to a maximum of 20% at level 20.
– Hit Die: d12

Disadvantages:
– Race restricted to dwarf.
– May not exceed High Mastery (four slots) in axes and war hammers.
– May not exceed Specialization (two slots) in any other weapon.~

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@37106 = ~RANGER: The Ranger is a warrior and a woods<PRO_MANWOMAN> who is skilled with weapons and is knowledgeable in the ways of the forest. The Ranger often protects and guides lost travelers and honest peasant-folk. A Ranger needs to be strong and wise to the ways of nature to live a full life.

CLASS FEATURES:

– May wear helmets.
– May wear any armor and use any weapon.
– May not exceed Specialization (two slots) in any weapon class.
– May achieve Specialization (two slots) in any fighting style.
– Begins Specialized (two slots) in Two-Weapon Style and may place a third slot into it.
– May select a racial enemy, which grants a +4 bonus to hit and damage rolls against the selected enemy race.
– May use the Tracking ability at will (once per round).

TRACKING: The ranger can attempt to look for tracks and gain information on what type of creatures, if any, have passed through the area. Potential information that can be gained from tracking includes the number of creatures, the direction they were traveling in, and how long ago the tracks were made.

– May use the Charm Animal ability once per day. Gains one use at level 1 and an additional use every 2 levels thereafter.
– May Hide in Shadows while wearing no armor, leather armor, or studded leather armor.
– May cast druidic spells starting at level 6.
– Alignment restricted to good.
– Hit Die: d10

Prime Requisites For Dual-Classing: Strength, Dexterity, Wisdom~

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@37110 = ~archer~

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@37137 = ~INQUISITOR: The Inquisitor has dedicated <PRO_HISHER> life to finding and eliminating practitioners of evil magic and defeating the forces of darkness, and <PRO_HISHER> god has provided <PRO_HIMHER> with special abilities toward that end.

Advantages:
– May cast Dispel Magic once per day. Gains one use at level 1 and an additional use every 4 levels thereafter. The spell is cast at Speed Factor 1 and acts at twice the Inquisitor's character level.
– May cast True Sight once per day. Gains one use at level 1 and an additional use every 4 levels thereafter.
– Immune to hold and charm.

Disadvantages:
– May not turn undead.
– May not use the Lay On Hands ability.
– May not use the Cure Disease ability.
– May not cast priest spells.~

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@37169 = ~PRIEST OF LATHANDER: Lathander is the good god of renewal, creativity, and youth, and is celebrated nearly everywhere. His followers are very popular throughout the realms, and there are numerous wealthy temples devoted to him.

Advantages:
– May cast Hold Undead once per day. Gains one use at level 1 and an additional use every 5 levels thereafter.
– May cast Boon of Lathander once per day. Gains one use at level 1 and an additional use every 10 levels thereafter.

BOON OF LATHANDER: This spell lasts 1 round per level of the caster. It gives the caster a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls, a +1 bonus to all Saving Throws, and 1 extra attack per round. It also protects the recipient from level drain.

Disadvantages:
– Alignment restricted to lawful good, neutral good, chaotic good, and true neutral.~

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@37246 = ~SKALD: This nordic Bard is also a warrior of great strength, skill, and virtue; <PRO_HISHER> songs are inspiring sagas of battle and valor, and the Skald devotes <PRO_HISHER> life to those pursuits.

Advantages:
– +1 bonus to hit and damage rolls.
– The Skald's song has the following effects:
 1st level: Grants allies a +2 bonus to hit and damage rolls, and a +2 bonus to AC.
 15th level: Grants allies a +4 bonus to hit and damage rolls, a +4 bonus to AC, and immunity to fear.
 20th level: Grants allies a +4 bonus to hit and damage rolls, a +4 bonus to AC, and immunity to fear, stun, and confusion.

Disadvantages:
– Only has one quarter the normal Pick Pockets score.
– Cannot play "The Ballad of Three Heroes," "The Tale of Curran Strongheart," "Tymora's Melody," "The Song of Kaudies," "The Siren's Yearning," and "War Chant of Sith."~

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@37256 = ~MONK: Monks are warriors who pursue perfection through contemplation as well as action. They are versatile fighters, especially skilled in combat without weapons or armor. Though Monks cannot cast spells, they have a unique magic of their own: they channel a subtle energy, called ki, which allows them to perform amazing feats. The Monk's best known feat is their ability to stun an opponent with an unarmed blow.

CLASS FEATURES:

– May not wear any armor.
– May only use weapons available to the Thief class (except two-handed).
– May only become Proficient (one slot) in any weapon class.
– May only become Proficient (one slot) in Single-Weapon Style and may not put slots into any other style.
– Moves 2 points faster than other characters. Movement rate further improves by 1 every 5 levels.
– May make 1 unarmed attack per round. An additional 1/2 attack per round is gained every 3 levels. Damage dealt by unarmed attacks increases with level as follows:
  Level 1-2: 1d6
  Level 3-5: 1d8
  Level 6-8: 1d10
  Level 9-14: 1d12
  Level 15+: 1d20
– At level 9, unarmed attacks are treated as a +1 magical weapon and gain a +1 bonus to hit and damage rolls. This enchantment improves to +2 at level 12, +3 at level 15, and +4 at level 25.
– Receives a +2 bonus to Saving Throws vs. Spell.
– Deflect Missiles: +1 bonus to AC vs. missile attacks every 3 levels.
– Starts with an Armor Class of 9 at 1st level and gains an additional +1 bonus every 2 levels.
– May use the Stunning Blow ability once per day. Gains one use at level 1 and an additional use every 4 levels thereafter.

STUNNING BLOW: All successful attacks within the next round force the victim to save vs. Spell or be stunned. This special ability automatically modifies normal attacks; no targeting needs to be done.

– 5th level: Becomes immune to all diseases and cannot be slowed or hasted.
– 7th level: May use the Lay On Hands ability on <PRO_HIMHER>self to heal 2 Hit Points per level.
– 8th level: Gains a -1 bonus to Speed Factor.
– 9th level: Gains a +1 bonus to all Saving Throws and becomes immune to charm.
– 11th level: Becomes immune to poison.
– 12th level: Gains another -1 bonus to Speed Factor.
– 13th level: May use the Quivering Palm ability once per day.

QUIVERING PALM: The next successful attack forces the opponent to save vs. Spell or die. This special ability automatically modifies normal attacks; no targeting needs to be done.

– 14th level: Gains 3% Magic Resistance per level (starting with 42% at 14th level).
– 20th level: Becomes immune to non-magical weapons.
– Alignment restricted to lawful.
– Hit Die: d8~

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@37372 = ~As years pass, tales of your exploits shall spread far and wide, and bards will sing your name along with heroes and villains of legend.~

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@37379 = ~Dragon
Dragons are an ancient, winged reptilian race. They are known and feared for their size, physical prowess, and magical abilities. The oldest dragons are among the most powerful creatures in the world. Chromatic dragons are generally evil in nature, while metallic dragons tend towards good.~

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@37385 = ~Faerie
"Faerie-folk" include many kinds of small, generally benevolent creatures. The image most associated with the term is that of a small, winged, mischievous creature, though their dispositions can vary as much as any other race.~

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@37393 = ~Hobgoblin
Hobgoblins are a fierce humanoid race that wage perpetual war with the other humanoid races. They are intelligent, organized, and aggressive.

The typical hobgoblin is a burly humanoid standing at least six feet tall. Their hairy hides range from dark reddish-brown to dark gray. Their faces show dark red or red-orange skin. Large males have blue or red noses. Hobgoblin eyes are either yellowish or dark brown while their teeth are yellow. Their garments tend to be brightly colored, often bold, blood red. Any leather is always tinted black. Hobgoblin weaponry is kept polished and repaired.

Hobgoblins have their own language and often speak with orcs, goblins, and carnivorous apes.~

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@37395 = ~Imp
Imps are diminutive creatures of an evil nature that roam the world and occasionally act as familiars for evil wizards and priests. Only magical or silver weapons harm them, and they also regenerate.~

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@37397 = ~Kobold
Kobolds are a cowardly, sadistic race of short humanoids that vigorously contest the human and demihuman races for living space and food. They especially dislike gnomes and attack them on sight.

Barely clearing three feet in height, kobolds have scaly hides that range from dark, rusty brown to a rusty black. They smell of damp dogs and stagnant water. Their eyes glow like a pair of bright red sparks, and they have two small horns ranging from tan to white. Because of the kobold fondness for wearing raggedy garb of red and orange, their non-prehensile rat-like tails, and their language (which sounds like small dogs yapping), these fell creatures are often not taken seriously. This is often a fatal mistake, for what they lack in size and strength they make up in ferocity and tenacity.~

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@37401 = ~Lich
The lich is potentially the most powerful form of undead known to exist, and they are difficult, if not impossible, to destroy. Besides having the power of an undead wizard at their command, they store their life force in a secure location separate from their physical form. Destruction of their body is meaningless unless the container is found as well.~

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@37407 = ~Mind Flayer
Also called illithids, the brain-devouring mind flayers are hideously alien creatures of the Underdark. Evil beyond redemption, they will consider you a slave or simply food, if they consider you at all.~

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@37417 = ~Shadow
Shadows are malevolent, undead creatures that drain strength from their victims with their chilling touch. Those so afflicted can look forward to becoming a shadow themselves if contact continues.~

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@37419 = ~Slime
A beast with no visible support within its gelatinous body. The acid touch of these creatures can vary from type to type, but all are deadly scavengers.~

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@37431 = ~Your struggle to find and kill Lord Roenall takes too long, and almost belatedly you realize that your forces about you have become thinner and are falling back despite themselves.

Other portions of Lord Roenall's army have already begun to surmount the walls of the keep, and within moments the sounds of struggle can be heard from within.

Your forces buckle under the strain of the renewed Roenall assault, and finally break. Panic sets in, and even though you valiantly try to issue orders and gather your troops, it is too late to stop a full rout. Within a short time, Lord Roenall himself has surrounded what few people you have left and is rather smug as he takes you captive.

You have lost the day.~

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@37536 = ~PALADIN MELEE: ~

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@37584 = ~Thank you for playing the press build of Baldur's Gate II: Throne of Bhaal. The section that you have played (including the city of Saradush and the first two levels of Watcher's Keep) represent about 20% of the full game.

If you wish to continue playing and return to Saradush to do anything that you may have missed, simply use your Pocket Plane ability (found in your Special Abilities list). Whenever you leave the pocket plane, you will be given the option of going to Saradush, Watcher's Keep, or to the last place you were before entering the plane.~

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@37593 = ~CHAPTER FIVE

The great depths of the Underdark stretch before you, and as you adjust to the dim light, the reality of where you are begins to sink in. It is a realm of countless legends, where evil lurks behind each shadow, and though you have traveled far in pursuit of Irenicus, never have you felt so isolated. As black as your situation may have seemed, it somehow grows darker still.~

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@37594 = ~CHAPTER SEVEN

Guided by the light of the Rhynn Lanthorn, you pass effortlessly through what had seemed an impenetrable wall of trees. The city that greets you as you emerge is at once inspiring, but also profoundly troubling, for amidst the majestic architecture are dozens of bodies, elves that have fallen while defending their home. Suldanessellar is in the grip of Irenicus and his minions, and it will not be relinquished without a fight.~

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@37734 = ~TWO-WEAPON: This fighting style allows the character to use two melee weapons at the same time with fewer penalties. A character wielding two weapons without a slot in this fighting style would incur a -4 penalty to attack rolls with the main weapon and a -8 penalty with the off-hand weapon.

Proficient (1 slot): The wielder's penalties are reduced to -2 with the main weapon and -6 with the off-hand weapon.

Specialized (2 slots): The wielder's penalties are reduced to 0 with the main weapon and -4 with the off-hand weapon.

Master (3 slots): The wielder's penalties are reduced to 0 with the main weapon and -2 with the off-hand weapon.~

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@37875 = ~Ah, but it is not merely that. You shall understand, I am sure. I formally transfer responsibility for the situation to you, <CHARNAME>. May Helm watch over you in this.~

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@37877 = ~Franco, what was that... oh, he has been relieved. Good, I found his manner insulting. Be a dear and fetch me some ale.~

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@37886 = ~'Tis better to keep our heads clear, I think. The future is uncertain.~

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@37901 = ~Stow it, bucket-helm.~

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@37905 = ~You are no longer required. There's torches outside... my godparent is here. As bad as living with him will be, it's better than this!~

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@37959 = ~Greetings to you, my <LADYLORD>... I must tell you how grateful I am that you saved us all from those awful... shadows... or whatever they were.~

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@37996 = ~'At don't mean he won't disturb the forest, or burn it down while he's goin' about 'is business. Tsk... a real shame. Me pa said that area's all holy ground.~

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@38009 = ~Aye, things have been going very well an' smoothly, like. We're all mighty grateful to have ye here, my <PRO_LADYLORD> ranger.~

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@38130 = ~No, I killed the bastard. This was too easy, so I figured he was lying.~

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@38175 = ~What? That was your solution? You had better hope you are right, because if you aren't, you are going to be in sooo much trouble.~

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@38199 = ~Are you certain you have no proof of your identity?~

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@38203 = ~Are you certain you have no proof of your identity?~

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@38230 = ~And we are baffled as to how you could have made such a mistake! You have killed one of the most respected servants of Torm in the realms!~

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@38294 = ~You successfully detected the evil they were trying to perpetrate, and for that you have earned the respect of your peers and the community.~

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@38418 = ~You are a ranger, aren't you? I should have guessed from the attitude and the clothing. Very well then, ranger. I will leave here forever, if you find what I am looking for. You have my word.~

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@38480 = ~I think they let us stay because Gorion had powerful friends. I wish he had said where I was before that, but he thought it wasn't important, so I didn't worry too much.~

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@38486 = ~We left when Sarevok killed Gorion. I was sorry I couldn't help, but we got him in the end. Remember that? That Sarevok turned out to be a child of Bhaal, like you?~

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@38538 = ~Of course, but if <CHARNAME> is here as well, I should speak with <PRO_HIMHER>.~

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@38539 = ~Minsc, that is horrible! I am so sorry for you.~

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@38543 = ~Eww, I... really don't want to think about that too much.~

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@38563 = ~I don't know about that, Minsc, but he sure is a cute little fuzzy wuzzy. Aren't you, Boo?~

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@38605 = ~I shall send a mage to meet you there and arrange for the doors to be opened. Here, you shall need these stakes if you are to truly finish these creatures.~

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@38618 = ~Perhaps it is simply a side of him we have not seen.~

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@38625 = ~This room: If he could care for anything, he would care for this room. Above the lives of all of us. It makes me sick. I feel... I feel... so much hate.~

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@38637 = ~I'm not babbling! I saw him do this! Khalid was dead when our captor started... doing those things to him!~

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@38647 = ~So beautiful! I used to dream of dryads and their beautiful trees.~ [IMOENJ55]

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@38657 = ~The name of our captor, but we are no closer to his motive.~

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@38684 = ~There wasn't much to go back to with Gorion gone.~

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@38709 = ~This hidden forge seems to work by the mind's will alone. Its magic is such that it will fix the Flail of Ages merely by your wishing it to do so. The forge has a handle with several chains attached. You shall have to find the heads of the flail and bring them to this forge.~

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@38738 = ~Silence, child! Allow the fool to make his judgment.~ [DPJON146]

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@38752 = ~We dared not approach.~ [CSCOW707]

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@38795 = ~<GABBER>, welcome! You have escaped somewhat later than I had hoped. I am Aataqah.~ [OGREM01]

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@38819 = ~Thrall Fighter~

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@38978 = ~'Bout two years ago. Give or take a year, eh? Heh heh heh...~

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@38986 = ~'Til Aran locked 'im in here, with us. Fat boy, I 'member... looked mighty tasty. Er... if'n you're into that sorta thing...~

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@39083 = ~'Twould be a relief, I think. Aran's had me here for over a month. At least... I think it's been a month. I'd hate to think I'd just be left here to rot, forever...~

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@39185 = ~But before you leave, it is my duty to make sure you are prepared for what awaits you in the world of Baldur's Gate II: Enhanced Edition.~

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@39202 = ~You can look at your Inventory page by RIGHT-CLICKING on your character portrait or by pressing the backpack icon on the left side of the screen (hotkey "I").~

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@39204 = ~Equip items by placing them in the appropriate slots around your character on the Inventory age.~ [TTBELT07]

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@39219 = ~Entries are cataloged according to the story chapter in which you encountered them. They are also divided up into quests and main story entries.~

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@39273 = ~The button can be found somewhere to the north, at the end of a heavily trapped hallway.~

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@39300 = ~Paladins also have the ability to Turn Undead. Activating this icon will cause many undead creatures to flee or even be destroyed.~

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@39301 = ~When in this mode, the character can move wherever they wish. Any other action, such as attacking or casting a spell, will deactivate the ability.~

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@39302 = ~I am now going to teleport in a skeleton. Try to destroy it using my Turn Undead ability.~

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@39317 = ~When in this mode, the character can move wherever they wish. Any other action, such as attacking or casting a spell, will deactivate the ability.~

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@39328 = ~When in this mode, the character can move wherever they wish. Any other action, such as attacking or casting a spell, will deactivate the ability.~

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@39334 = ~You've been doing very well. Now I'm going to introduce you to two more party members: Minsc and Jaheira.~ [TTBELT18]

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@39343 = ~The Bard also has an extra ability, but you do not have to access the special abilities to use it.~

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@39457 = ~Also known as Neversleep, this ancient blade is thought to have been present at some of the most influential conflicts in Faerûn's history. Sightings have been noted as far north as Thay and as south as the jungles of Chult, though documentation is oddly lacking regarding the details. It is perhaps a result of the sword's ability to silence all sound within a large radius, removing the effectiveness of attacking mages but also preventing any discussion that might have followed.

STATISTICS:

Charge abilities:
– Silence, 15' Radius three times per day (Save vs. Spell at -5 to negate)
  Duration: 1 turn

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d8+4 (slashing)
Speed Factor: 3
Proficiency Type: Long Sword
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 6 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@39458 = ~Taragarth the Bloodbrand
Dungeon-delving Lehorgan was lucky indeed to discover this Halruaan blade in the ruins of the ancient sorcerer Kullon's haunt, for it would save his life that very day. The ghost of Kullon himself attacked the intruder, but the flames that followed only singed, absorbed into the glowing Bloodbrand. Concealing himself, Lehorgan watched in amazement as the ancient sorcerer tried to divine his location, and again the sword protected him. Surviving this brush with death, the young man used this second chance and the gold from selling the blade to, as he put it, "get the hell out of adventuring."

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Fire Resistance: +50%
– Non-detectable by magical means such as Detect Invisibility and scrying

THAC0: +1
Damage: 2d4+1 (slashing)
Speed Factor: 7
Proficiency Type: Bastard Sword
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 11 Strength

Weight: 7~

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@39459 = ~This blade belonged to Ho Mang, a traveler from Kara-Tur who accepted dubious service at courts throughout Faerûn. Skilled in "persuasion," he would use this sword to perform the "Death Of A Thousand Cuts," an ancient ritual from his homeland involving a lengthy series of small, painful incisions. The properties of the blade prevent blood from clotting, and the victim slowly bleeds to death. The sword was stolen, and its whereabouts have been a mystery until now.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– 2 extra damage per round until 10 Hit Points of damage is done

THAC0: +2
Damage: 2d4+2 (slashing)
Speed Factor: 6
Proficiency Type: Bastard Sword
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 11 Strength

Weight: 7~

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@39463 = ~Not only has a smith made this sword so that it is better balanced and more durable than a standard blade, powerful enchantments have also been placed on it. It is faster, more accurate, and hits for far more damage than the standard of its type.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +2
Damage: 2d4+2 (slashing)
Speed Factor: 6
Proficiency Type: Bastard Sword
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 11 Strength

Weight: 7~

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@39471 = ~A social faux pas placed upstart Andor Licon in a duel with Baron Eeirk, heir to a warrior king. Though they seemed of even skill, Andor grew oddly weaker with each hit of the Baron's family blade. Panicking, he bade his bodyguards kill Eeirk. Despite his claims of morality, some noted that the young noble had positioned his men before the duel was even underway, and though he professed disdain for its dark magic, Andor made a tidy fortune off the sale of the evil blade.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– Each hit makes the target receive a cumulative 2 point penalty to their THAC0 for 2 turns

THAC0: +4
Damage: 1d10+4 (slashing)
Speed Factor: 6
Proficiency Type: Two-handed Sword
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 14 Strength

Weight: 10~

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@39472 = ~This large sword is an enchanted version of the barbaric swords of the northern tribes. Forged during battle and dipped in the blood of the brave fallen, the enchantment granted to the blade by the barbarian gods is incredible.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +4
Damage: 1d12+4 (slashing)
Speed Factor: 6
Proficiency Type: Two-handed Sword
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 14 Strength

Weight: 11~

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@39473 = ~The Holy Avenger: Carsomyr
Carsomyr is a weapon of legend, perhaps one of the most powerful blades ever forged on Faerûn, though its origin and history is thought purposefully forgotten so that the sword itself shall never overshadow the importance of the struggles that must be fought today. It is infused with the very essence of virtue, and requires as much from any Paladin that would hope to wield it. The evils of the realms must truly stand aside when this weapon is brought to bear, their magic dispelled with a word, steadfastly resisted with ease. Carsomyr also harbors a special distaste for the forces of evil and chaos, and such creatures must fear additional damage from its touch in battle.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Magic Resistance: 50%

Combat abilities:
– Dispel Magic at level 30 on each hit

Charge abilities:
– Dispel Magic at level 15 three times per day
  Range: 40 ft.
  Area of Effect: 30-ft. radius

THAC0: +5
Damage: 1d12+5, +5 extra vs. chaotic evil
Damage Type: Slashing
Speed Factor: 5
Proficiency Type: Two-handed Sword
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 14 Strength

Weight: 7~

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@39476 = ~The Impaler has a palpable aura of magic that hints at the vicious nature of the weapon and why it has been a favorite of several powerful orc chieftains in the past. When a victim is struck they are, as one would guess, very nearly impaled, run through as the massive enchantment does its dirty work.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +3
Damage: 1d6+13 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 3
Proficiency Type: Spear
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 5 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@39493 = ~This vicious club was created hundreds of years ago, reportedly by a shaman on a quest for revenge. His family had fallen to undead, and so personal was his rage that he amputated his own leg, using the femur for the body of the weapon. Magical runes empower it, though it is likely the sheer force of the shaman's hatred would have served on its own.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +2, +3 vs. undead
Damage: 1d6+2, +3 vs. undead
Damage Type: Crushing
Speed Factor: 4
Proficiency Type: Club
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 5 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@39501 = ~A scroll of monster summoning. You should have me learn the spell.~ [TTXAN09]

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@39503 = ~Though hard to verify, it is claimed that the bowstring of this crossbow is made from the hair of a frost giant. Whatever the truth, the weapon is incredibly hard to draw, although its accuracy and subsequent damage are well worth the strain required (Strength of 15 or greater).

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +3
Damage: +5 (missile)
Speed Factor: 7
Proficiency Type: Crossbow
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 15 Strength

Weight: 11~

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@39508 = ~This composite longbow was one of many made by a half-elven craftsman whose name has been lost to history. At one time there were several hundred in use, a favorite of scouts who patrolled the Anauroch desert, but many have been lost or destroyed. Only a few are still known to exist, and they see little use due to the tremendous strength they require.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +2
Damage: +2 (missile)
Speed Factor: 5
Proficiency Type: Longbow
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 18 Strength

Weight: 8~

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@39513 = ~Kestsa was given this longbow many years ago by the Cowled Wizards as reward for his exemplary service in the Athkatla city guard. He was tireless in bringing to justice those who unlawfully used magic. The bow served him well in his cause, granting resistance to damage from arcane energy.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Magic Damage Resistance: +20%

THAC0: +4
Speed Factor: 3
Proficiency Type: Longbow
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 6 Strength

Weight: 2~

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@39520 = ~This sling is blessed by the halfling goddess Arvoreen. The weapon was granted to the heroic Tuckerby Lettleworp after the Battle of Moor Road, in which an invading army of yuan-ti were slain by Lettleworp's forces, saving his halfling village.

The sling has the ability to rend the senses of the wielder's enemies with a wall of sound said to be the voice of the goddess herself.

STATISTICS:

Charge abilities:
– Sonic Boom once per day (Save vs. Spell or be stunned for 3 rounds)
  Area of Effect: 30-ft. radius

THAC0: +4
Damage: +4 (missile)
Speed Factor: 2
Proficiency Type: Sling
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 0~

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@39523 = ~This axe of hurling is one of the most heavily enchanted weapons of its type. Its markings are vaguely dwarven, but no dwarf yet encountered on Faerûn has claimed a kinship with the maker. This causes some to speculate that it may not be the product of a terrestrial dwarven hand, rather some extraplanar variant. Dwarves laugh this off, of course, claiming the maker likely has no time for nosy scholars.

STATISTICS:

Combat abilities:
– Returns to the wielder's hand when thrown

THAC0: +3
Damage: 1d6+3
Damage Type (melee): Slashing
Damage Type (thrown): Missile
Speed Factor: 1
Proficiency Type: Axe
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 4 Strength

Weight: 2~

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@39525 = ~The Stonefires were an old lineage of dwarves, and the eldest male of the line carried this axe, an heirloom of utmost importance. Unfortunately, they were decimated in 1150 DR, falling in a mere two years to a mysterious plague. Ulgan, keeper of the axe, fled in hopes of escaping the inevitable, but he died several weeks later. His body was found in the Cloakwood Forest, but the axe was missing.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +3
Damage: 1d8+3, +2 fire damage
Damage Type: Slashing
Speed Factor: 4
Proficiency Type: Axe
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 10 Strength

Weight: 7~

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@39526 = ~This was the axe of Illgarth, a frost giant that terrorized northern communities long ago. It is not known where he acquired the weapon, but he took a perverse pleasure in unleashing it upon small folk, particularly halflings. Ice and acid maimed those not killed, and the giant would laugh coldly if he recognized his handiwork from a previous visit. Ultimately a group did manage to kill him, and at the request of his victims, Frostreaver was buried with him.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +3
Damage: 1d8+3, +1 cold damage, +1 acid damage
Damage Type: Slashing
Speed Factor: 4
Proficiency Type: Axe
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 10 Strength

Weight: 7~

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@39532 = ~Trying to profit from the strength of greater beings, many years ago the mage Ullion founded a dragon-worshipping cult under the moniker "Son of Drago." Attracting followers with promises of conquest, he sought to secure his authority by enchanting this symbolic weapon for his bodyguard, Jaramor Bold. When the Dragon's Breath strikes an opponent, it releases the harsh flames of a red dragon, the poisonous vapor of the green dragon, the blue dragon's lightning bolt, a spray of a black dragon's acid, and the white dragon's penetrating cold. Unfortunately, Ullion was the first to feel its effects, slain by the ambitious Jaramor, who sought to rule. There was no real power to be had without the mage, so the entire organization soon collapsed on itself.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +4
Damage: 1d10, +1 cold damage, +1 fire damage, +1 electrical damage, +1 acid damage, +1 poison damage
Damage Type: Piercing
Speed Factor: 5
Proficiency Type: Halberd
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 13 Strength

Weight: 12~

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@39534 = ~Though once a simple halberd, this weapon spent many hundreds of years in a tomb next to the soul phylactery of a powerful lich. The creature was eventually erased from existence, purportedly by another of its kind, but such close proximity to that concentrated evil has imbued this blade with the very essence of night and the chill of darkness, energy that becomes deadly in combat. It is a foul weapon, and a warrior should use it with caution.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d10+2, +2 points of cold damage
Damage Type: Piercing
Speed Factor: 7
Proficiency Type: Halberd
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 13 Strength

Weight: 12~

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@39538 = ~Hunting gorgons is a highly dangerous drow sport. Often, after a successful hunt, the blood of the gorgon is taken and used in the creation of a new suit of plate. This special type of drow plate is actually able to withstand the light of the surface world.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Fire Resistance: +15%
– Acid Resistance: +15%

Armor Class: -1 (-7 vs. slashing)
Requires:
 12 Strength

Weight: 30~

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@39540 = ~Not many suits of this armor, originally used by the legions of Unther, remain in use today. The few suits that exist are usually in the hands of rich collectors. Simply finding a suit of this armor is enough to earn an adventurer a small fortune.

STATISTICS:

Armor Class: -1 (-5 vs. slashing, -4 vs. piercing and missile)
Requires:
 15 Strength

Weight: 40~

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@39547 = ~A clever thief, Damien Oneknife always tried to gain from the assets of his enemies, no matter the circumstances. After an intense battle with several ghouls in which two of his companions perished, Damien decided to even the odds in future encounters. He skinned one of the undead creatures and brought the hide to a halfling armorer talented in enchanting leather. When the suit was finished, it was magically protective against physical attacks and paralyzation. Not very epic perhaps, but practical.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Save vs. Death: +3

Armor Class: 4 (6 vs. piercing and missile)
Requires:
 3 Strength

Weight: 4~

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@39576 = ~Thought only a decoration from some forgotten festhall, this shield languished in the backroom of a shop until a young noble purchased it as parade armor. Its dormant enchantments were discovered when a later attempt on his life was foiled, as the shield reflected each attack back at the would-be assassins. Subsequent study has linked it to Myth Rhynn or perhaps some other ancient excavation.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +2
– Reflects missiles back at their user

Requires:
 4 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@39578 = ~This odd shield was constructed by nomads that once inhabited the forest of Mir, a group long since absorbed into "civilized" society and forgotten. Examination reveals fine weaving of animal and human hair bound together by enchantment, though how this was done is lost to time.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +3
– Magic Resistance: +5%

Requires:
 12 Strength

Weight: 5~

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@39595 = ~This burnished red ring is engraved with depictions of flames and lava coils. Mages and other planar travelers use these rings to protect themselves while visiting the Elemental Plane of Fire and to command fire elementals to do their bidding.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Fire Resistance: +50%

Charge abilities:
– Charm Fire Elemental once per day (Save vs. Spell at +2 negates)
  Range: Touch
  Duration: 45 seconds
  Area of Effect: 1 fire elemental

– Burning Hands once per day
  Damage: 1d3+2 fire
  Range: 5 ft.
  Area of Effect: The caster

– Flamestrike once per day
  Damage: 6d8 fire (Save vs. Spell for half)
  Range: Visual range of the user
  Area of Effect: 1 creature

Weight: 0~

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@39616 = ~Only those with a gambling streak dare use this wand in battle. When triggered, it is, at best, unpredictable and, at worst, suicidal. The whimsical mage Malimak created it as a gift for a rival, though more as a prank than with hurtful intent. The recipient's reaction is not known, though Malimak relocated shortly thereafter. It should be used with caution, or not at all.

STATISTICS:

Charge abilities:
– Random effects appear each time the wand is used.

Weight: 1~

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@39624 = ~This humble staff radiates powerful magic, and was likely the simple-seeming weapon of a traveling mage or cleric. It would certainly prove more than ample for dealing with most threats encountered on the road.

STATISTICS:

THAC0: +3
Damage: 1d6+3 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 1
Proficiency Type: Quarterstaff
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 5 Strength

Weight: 4~

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@39625 = ~The staff allows the user to dominate another creature, each use draining one charge. This item is of the kind used by nefarious people seeking to sway others to follow their ways.

STATISTICS:

Charge abilities:
– Domination
  Range: 40 ft.
  Duration: 12 hours
  Area of Effect: 1 creature

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d6+2 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 1
Proficiency Type: Quarterstaff
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 5 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@39628 = ~A mage's staff is far more than just a gilded walking stick, most being enchanted to an impressive degree. This one is no exception, and whoever the previous owner was, they were powerful indeed. It enables a mage to better escape hostile magic and avoid physical blows, and can erect a Globe of Invulnerability (one charge). Offensively it can be used in melee very well, and cast a Lightning Bolt (one charge).

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Armor Class: +2
– Saving Throws: +2

Charge abilities:
– Globe of Invulnerability
  Special: Immunity to 1st- through 4th-level spells
  Duration: 1 round/level
  Area of Effect: The user

– Lightning Bolt of Paralyzation
  Damage: 10d6 electrical to all in its path (Save vs. Spell for half)
  Special: Stuns target for 5 rounds
  Range: 100 ft.

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d6+2 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 1
Proficiency Type: Quarterstaff
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 5 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@39679 = ~Dragonslayer: Peridan
Few dare to create items such as this, for who does not fear the wrath of dragons, and what action would more tempt their reckoning? Yet, at a time lost in Faerûn's past, there was a need, and this sword was forged in answer. Tempered by a wizard's skill, this blade protects the wielder from the fear they should rightly feel while staring down a dragon's maw. It also bolsters with regeneration, dispels the trickery of illusions, and dares to do double damage against the greatest creatures of the realms.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Immunity to fear
– Regenerate 1 Hit Point every 1 turn

Charge abilities:
– Detect Invisibility once per day

THAC0: +2
Damage: 1d8+2, double damage against dragons
Damage type: Slashing
Speed Factor: 3
Proficiency Type: Long Sword
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 6 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@39700 = ~I imagine they are confused as to what their goals are. Have they said why they sought your service? Why they offered to help you?~

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@39704 = ~Just keep quiet and wait.~

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@39706 = ~And is your ego so great that you think yourself the only one capable of such a plan? What use are you, do you think?~

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@39708 = ~Ask yourself what you bring to the equation. Gold? Gold is never in short supply for long. Service? Possibly, but there are others that would serve as well.~

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@39716 = ~Though it feels much like normal cloth, this shimmering cloak has on occasion been described as "woven water." Its true enchantment becomes apparent when the wearer is attacked directly by magic, and all damage caused by spell effects is returned to the caster.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Reflects all spell damage back to the source. This includes offensive spells like Magic Missile, but not disabling (non-damage) spells such as Hold Person.

Weight: 3~

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@39725 = ~I know more than your brain could hold in a lifetime. There is so much beneath your nose, so much you do not see. Why, even Imoen escaped your notice.~

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@39732 = ~I grow tired of this conversation. You have asked your questions and made your threats, and I have indulged them both. Now this will end.~

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@39734 = ~There is more I should ask. You could shed so much light on my situation.~

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@39754 = ~Hello, and well met to you. I am Cernd, though my identity is surely no secret after the fuss I have caused here.~ [CERND01]

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@39755 = ~Well, I take it that your grim visages are to be my escorts to whatever fate the merchants have decided upon? I have feared your coming.~ [CERND02]

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@39784 = ~'Twas little that could be done, truly enough. We fought room to room, barricading ourselves in when need be. To the last man we fought, practically.~

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@39792 = ~I should have told you previously, but others abandoned me when they found out. We are beset by trolls. The main assault began just a few nights ago.~

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@39854 = ~I am worried about your father, not regaining my post... but I hope you are correct. Take care within, Miss Nalia. Trolls can only be dispatched with fire or acid.~

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@39939 = ~So you obviously want me to assume the role. A marriage of convenience perhaps?~

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@40314 = ~Shapeshift: Werewolf

Strength: 19
Dexterity: 16

Base Armor Class: 1
Number of Attacks: 2
Attack Damage: 1d6 (slashing)

Special Abilities:
– Magic Resistance: 20%~

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@40663 = ~This weapon originally belonged to a local Kara-Tur liege-lord, Yodama Akira, who burned one of the villages under his protection to the ground on a perceived slight from the peasants. Though within Yodama's rights as liege-lord, the act deeply shamed Yodama's daimyo, who commissioned Morohanotsurugi, the double-edged sword, as a result. Morohanotsurugi was given to Yodama to teach him a simple lesson: harming others should never be without consequence.

STATISTICS:

Equipped abilities:
– Inflicts 1d8+3 (piercing) damage on wielder on every hit
– May only be removed with a Remove Curse spell

THAC0: +3
Damage: 1d8+3 (piercing)
Speed Factor: 0
Proficiency Type: Scimitar/Wakizashi/Ninjatō
Type: One-handed
Requires:
 5 Strength

Weight: 2~

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@40742 = ~A powerful weapon and tool, this staff was created by the powerful archmage Ubath of the Celestial Sign.  Originally of Aglarond, Ubath commanded great respect for his skills as a summoner of beasts and elementals. Unfortunately, Ubath's desire for power drove him to extreme lengths.  His conjuring of extremely powerful entities from the lower planes is what eventually did him in. This staff is his most prominent legacy. It was left behind, slightly blackened, when he was dragged away to Acheron.

STATISTICS:

Charge abilities:
– Flame Arrow
  Damage: Two arrows causing 1d6 missile + 4d6 fire (Save vs. Spell for half fire damage)
  Range: 30 ft.

– Monster Summoning IV
  Summons 1d3 4th-level monsters
  Range: 20 ft.
  Duration: 15 rounds

– Invisible Stalker
  Summons 8-HD invisible stalker
  Range: 30 ft.
  Duration: 2 hours

THAC0: +3
Damage: 1d6+3 (crushing)
Speed Factor: 1
Proficiency Type: Quarterstaff
Type: Two-handed
Requires:
 5 Strength

Weight: 3~

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@40750 = ~Experiment with spells to see which best fits your play style.~

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@40772 = ~Favor of Ilmater
(Necromancy)

Level: 3
Sphere: Necromantic, Protection
Range: 30 ft.
Duration: Instant
Casting Time: 6
Area of Effect: 1 creature
Saving Throw: None

By invoking this spell, the caster switches <PRO_HISHER> own life force with that of the recipient, exchanging all physical injuries. The spell will only function if the caster has more Hit Points than the target before the switch is attempted. This switch is permanent until the caster uses normal methods to heal the damage. The exchange can be done from a distance so long as the spell range is not exceeded. Only the Hit Points are exchanged; the caster cannot take on other conditions from the target such as disease, poison, intoxication, and similar afflictions.

This spell cannot be cast by evil-aligned characters. It has no effect on undead, constructs, or extraplanar creatures.~

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@40789 = ~I have come to pay my respects to Tempus, though Easthaven seems far removed from any battles.~

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@40812 = ~English Language Volunteer Contributors

Giuseppe "Aedan" Calì
K. "elminster" Marshall
Anders "hook71" Svensson~

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@40814 = "~ Translation Team ~
The Ring of Wonder

~ Translators ~
aloneslhs
wrhunter

~ Proofreaders ~
四是而非
wrhunter

~ Community ~
Please inform of any bug or leave your comments in the forum of trow.cc"

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@40816 = ~~~~~~ Traduction française ~

~ Relecture d'Icewind Dale et Traduction du nouveau contenu ~
Lionel "La Voix" Bayle-Denise

~ Remerciements ~
Calawen, Armancia, oldsch00l, lekikinou33, Narcissa, Menaphos, Dereck3o3, Queynos, et tous les autres membres, passés ou présents, de l'équipe de traduction de Baldur's Gate : Enhanced Edition et Baldur's Gate 2 : Enhanced Edition.~~~~~

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@40818 = ~~~~~~ IWD:EE German Translation ~

~ Team Leader ~
Johannes "Drakonis" Hüsing

~ Translators ~
Danijel "Daemondevir" Simic
Kay-Viktor Stegemann

~ Proofreaders ~
Shandyr
tommy

~ Rule Policy ~
Shandyr~~~~~

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@40820 = "~Localizzazione in Italiano~

~A cura de Gli Allegri Buffoni~

Giuseppe Calì (alias Aedan)
Sofia Favro (alias Sophia)
Claudio Merlo (alias Metalloman)
Manuel Montosi (alias Sharsek)
Angela Napoleone (alias Lisaralin)
Davide Perrino (alias Davide)
Davide Pianforini (alias Ivanhoe)
Filippo Pietrantoni (alias Pibaro)
Matteo Rizzuto (alias Olorin)
Giovanni Spinelli (alias Akerhon)

~Heart of Winter Italian Dubbing~

~Dubbing Director~
Giuseppe Calì

~Recording and Remastering~
Giuseppe Calì
Nicolò Vassalli

~Voices~
Hjollder: Simone Beschi
Icasaracth: Claudia Ronchi
Sound Set: Simone Beschi, Rebecca Magri, Viola Peretti, Mathieu Renaudat, Claudia Ronchi, Fabrizio Tobia
The Seer: Viola Peretti
Narrator Voice: Viola Peretti
Wylfdene: Mathieu Renaudat

~Beta Testing~
Giuseppe Cappariello
Andrea Frassinelli
Claudio Merlo
Manuel Montosi
Angela Napoleone
Davide Perrino
Filippo Pietrantoni
Antonio Traverso
Rosario Valotta
Marco Zanin"

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@40821 = ~~~~~~Note di Traduzione~

La revisione e correzione della localizzazione in italiano di Icewind Dale: Enhanced Edition (campagna base) e di Heart of Winter/Trials of the Luremaster (espansioni) è stata ultimata.

I filmati e i dialoghi doppiati in italiano sono stati tradotti in modo tale che vi sia piena corrispondenza tra parti testuali e tracce audio. Tuttavia, laddove le tracce audio presentavano termini di Dungeons & Dragons tradotti erroneamente, è stata adottata la traduzione ufficiale (ad esempio, "Spina Dorsale del Mondo" è stato corretto con l'espressione ufficiale "Dorso del Mondo").

Tutti gli elementi relativi all'universo di Dungeons & Dragons e all'Ambientazione Forgotten Realms, fra cui incantesimi, specializzazioni, classi, sottoclassi, abilità, oggetti, luoghi e personaggi, sono stati tradotti in italiano secondo la terminologia ufficiale adottata nei manuali di Advanced Dungeons & Dragons Seconda Edizione. Segue l'elenco del materiale principale di supporto:

Edizioni Twenty-Five Editions:
Manuale del Giocatore * Manuale del Dungeon Master
Manuale dei Mostri Volume I e II * Abilità e Poteri
Combattimento e Tattiche * Incantesimi e Magia
Dar Vita ai Reami * A Spasso per i Reami

Edizioni Ripa:
Manuale del Dungeon Master * Manuale dei Mostri

Data la mancata localizzazione italiana di numerosi manuali Advanced, il team si è dovuto avvalere delle successive pubblicazioni di Dungeons & Dragons Terza Edizione (3.0/3.5 Twenty-Five Editions) nel pieno rispetto delle fonti canoniche. Segue l'elenco dell'ulteriore materiale:

Forgotten Realms Ambientazione * Fedi e Pantheon
Magia di Faerûn * Guida del Giocatore a Faerûn
Razze di Faerûn * Imperi Perduti di Faerûn
Signori dell'Oscurità * Splendente Sud
Irraggiungibile Est * Marche d'Argento
Manuale del Giocatore * Guida del Dungeon Master
Manuale dei Mostri * Manuale dei Mostri II
Manuale dei Piani * Atlante Planare

In ogni altro caso, come nei termini senza precedenti, la trasposizione in italiano ha cercato di essere il più fedele possibile all’originale inglese.~~~~~

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@40822 = "~ Japanese Translation ~

~ By Garyou_Tensei ~"

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@40826 = ~Traducción IWD, HOW, TOTLM Mejorada:
Información y notas en www.clandlan.net

Traducción líneas extra IWD:EE
Immortality~

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@40828 = ~~~~~(Beta sürüm çevirisidir!!! Terimler ve bazı cümleler tam çevrilmemiştir!!!)
Türkçe Yerelleştirme

~ Türkçe Çevirmen Lideri ~
Deniz Edward "Shinorus" Hooper

~ Çevirmenler ~
Ayça Atilla
Deniz Edward "Shinorus" Hooper
Eda "GedaG" Gürer
Enis Tunçer
M. Eralp "Luthor" Ersoy
Mehmet Alan
Mehmet ''luxdator'' Yaşar
Mosi Konfidan
Gülümhan "Roselyn" Eraslan
Gökhan Halil Düzgün
Öykü "Gniwle" İnanoğlu
Oğulcan Şahindokucu

~ Terim Sorumluları ve Özel Teşekkür Bölümü ~
Ali Teoman Unay
Alp Bilgin
Alp Yaşar
Alper Özkan
Ataberk Bozkurt
Bahadır Saylık
Bedran Öndeş
Bugra Gören
Buğra Şenyörük
Cemre Kıvırcık
Demet Acargil
Demirhan Demir
Deniz Buyukonat
Deniz Edward Hooper
Deniz Negis
Eda Anıl
Eda Gürer
Emre Karadeniz
Emre Tiryaki
Enis Tunçer
Gökhan Solak
İbrahim Bayram
İbrahim Hakkı Dursun
Kenan Fuat Türetken
M. Eralp Ersoy
Mehmet Alan
Mehmet Berbercioğlu
Mehmet Yaşar
Mosi Konfidan
Murathan Zayıfoğlu
Oğulcan Şahindokuyucu
Öykü "Gniwle" İnanoğlu
Özgür Özüpek
Pinar Orbay
Serhat Bayılı
Umutcan Eryılmaz
Uluç Sergün

~Kişisel Özel Teşekkür Bölümü~

" Tek başına iki yıldır üstünde çalıştığı ve emek verdiği 'Icewind dale Türkleştirme projesi' olmasa bu çevirinin bügüne yetişemeyeceğinden Gökhan Halil Düzgün'e ve kendisi halen bir ejder olduğundan Uluç Sergün'e teşekkür ederim."
- Deniz Edward Hooper

"Bu uzun soluklu projede desteklerini esirgemeyen biricik eşim Özge Düzgün'e, değerli dostum Okan Şen ve mensubu olmaktan gurur duyduğum 23 Studios ailesine, bana her türlü yardımı sağlayan kıymetli Baldur's Gate Enhanced Edition Türkçe Yerelleştirme ekibine en içten teşekkürlerimi sunarım."
- Gökhan Halil Düzgün

"Günler, geceler boyunca süren kanlı çatışmaların ardından Türkçe'ye kazandırılan terimlerin "yarına kalması" ve halihazırda 1. seviye insan olarak hayatına devam eden kızımın ilerleyen yıllarda Carsomyr'imi benden devralarak maceralara atılması dileğiyle..."
-M. Eralp "Luthor" Ersoy

"Bu stresli geçen terim savaşları gündüz ve gecelerimizde inanılmaz sabrı ve dostluğu ile yanımızda olan çoklu-görev üstadı sayborg Deniz Edward Hooper'a ve çok güzel bir adam olduğu için Mehmet Kökgül'e teşekkürlerimi bir borç bilirim."
-Öykü "Gniwle" İnanoğlu

"İngilizcemi kazandığım oyunu kendi dilime çevirme şerefini bana bahşeden yetkililere buradan sesleniyorum! TEŞEKKÜR EDERİM. Ayrıca, elini taşın altına koyarak bu projeyi başlatan, tavır ve davranışlarıyla patron değil, lider olduğunu kanıtlayan, bizim 24 saate sığdıramadıklarımızı kendi hayatında 6 saate sığdıran sayborg kapasitesiyle, çoklu-görevin ağzını burnunu kıran, sıkıntılarımızla birebir ilgilenen güzel insan Deniz Edward Hooper'a teşekkür ederim."
Eda "GedaG" Gürer~~~~~

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@40900 = ~Spirit Fire
(Conjuration)

Level: 4
Sphere: Summoning
Range: 40 ft.
Duration: Instant
Casting Time: 4
Area of Effect: 15-ft. radius
Saving Throw: Special

As the Shaman casts this spell, energies gather together from the spirit world and form a pale blue sphere. The Shaman can throw the sphere so that it explodes into a burst of ghostly, azure flames, which deliver 1d4 points of magic damage per level of the Shaman (up to a maximum of 10d4). There is also a 33% chance that every enemy within the area of effect will be afflicted by the Doom spell (-2 penalty to Saving Throws and attack rolls for 1 turn). A successful Save vs. Spell halves the damage and negates the Doom effect. Spirits, fey creatures, elementals, and spectral undead take double damage.~

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@40902 = ~Recall Spirit
(Necromancy)

Level: 5
Sphere: Summoning
Range: Visual range of the caster
Duration: Permanent
Casting Time: 9
Area of Effect: 1 person
Saving Throw: None

The shaman calls back a deceased person's spirit if it still lingers near the body. By casting this spell, the Shaman reconnects the spirit to its body and restores the person to life with 1 Hit Point. Natural healing or curative magic can restore the rest of the target's vitality.~

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@40906 = ~Ether Gate
(Alteration)

Level: 7
Sphere: Travelers
Range: Touch
Duration: 5 rounds
Casting Time: 3
Area of Effect: 1 creature
Saving Throw: None

This spell transports one creature, chosen by the caster, to the Ethereal Plane. The creature vanishes for the spell's duration, at which point it returns to the physical world in the exact same spot where it was before. While in the Ethereal Plane, the victim cannot interact with anyone or anything that resides on the Prime Material Plane. There is no saving throw against this spell, though it is subject to magic resistance. Friendly creatures can lower their magic resistance so that the shaman can target them with this spell. In addition, Ether Gate is blocked by spells and abilities that protect against maze effects.~

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@40908 = ~Ethereal Retribution
(Conjuration)

Level: Quest
Sphere: Summoning
Range: 40 ft.
Duration: 3 rounds
Casting Time: 8
Area of Effect: 15-ft. radius
Saving Throw: Special

Ghostly figures called by the Shaman swirl around the battlefield, tormenting the Shaman's adversaries. All enemies within the area of effect take 3d8 points of magic damage per round for the next 3 rounds (no save). In addition, all living enemies (undead and constructs are unaffected) must save vs. Spell or lose 2 points of Strength every round for 5 rounds. The Strength loss is cumulative, but this spell cannot reduce the Strength of a creature below 1.~

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@40943 = "~ Portuguese (Brazilian) Translation ~

~ By Edson Belo de Oliveira Júnior ~

~ Special Thanks ~
My wife Janaína Dias Gomes dos Santos, my children, Flávia and Bernardo, and the communities of Avengers of Balduran and Baldur's Gate.com for their support. Thank you!"

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@41284 = "~ Hungarian Translation ~

~ By András Oroszi and Peter Methall ~"