So when Xan says "We're all doomed," he's simply using the royal we, right?
Edit: Oof, sorry to hear that, Grond0. I had high hopes for those monks lategame, but therein lies the problem, doesn't it? What's your next attempt going to be? 6 Druids of different kits would be fun, if you could find some way to, y'know, actually get some damage.
Benoni (4), 4th and final update:
But you don't need or want to hear my tales of the beauty and the danger of the sirines, or the horror of the golems and the ferocity giant underground insects. The bandit camp. I believe I've heard that the force you stationed at Beregost lead an assault to finish out the bandits? Quite right, quite right, and a scrap, I would think. But that's not the whole story. At the risk of sounding egotistical, I had no small part to play in this tale.
I am but one man, Scar, and my race doesn't often attract allies, or at least allies that aren't completely sadistic. Drizzt is lucky there, I think, with his companions. But I could not remain idle. They were sending assassins after me already, after all, so why couldn't I have a part in their downfall? I played the assassin right back at them, stalking through the camp unheard and unseen. Have you ever had to wait in a hostile area? The nerve-wracking silence, the knowledge that every sound might be your discovery and death, and just the sound of your heartbeat keeping time. It was several hours until my targets came to me, every moment an eternity. They were not prepared for my counter-assassination, and four of the five leaders of the camp were slain within moments. The fifth I took out before fleeing back into the night. They had letters regarding a mine deep within the Cloakwood, and if you wish, I still have these letters. The Fist sortie came, by my reckoning, two days after their leaders were slain.
It took a few days, and there were multiple spider corpses in my path that I'm sure will not be missed, but I eventually found this mine. So, you've not even heard of this one! Well, I shall attempt to enlighten you. It was manned by a company named the Iron Throne, and kept slaves to mine the iron ore. I hear that they operate out of your fine city? Very good, very good. To cut a long story short, I found the mage in control of the mine, and battled him for a certain key to a dam. The slaves escaped in my wake, and we flooded the mine in the end. So that is my story, Scar, from Candlekeep to here. I would accuse the Iron Throne for the troubles in this region!
You have a job for me, though? The Seven Suns. Well, for now, I will do so. Farewell, Scar, and thank you for listening to my tale, and not having me executed for my skin color. Or for trying; you'd have to be able to catch me first!
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Greetings again! Ha, the expression on your face is priceless. I couldn't very well announce myself at the door; it wouldn't do you any good to have it known that a Drow was working for the Fist! Patience, patience. Jhasso's alive, though shaken. The business had been infiltrated by curious creatures known as Doppelgängers, or Silverflesh, or the Mirrorkin, depending on who you read. Some of the facts are unclear, but they can take the form and appearance of any humanoid, though the transformation is imperfect in all but the greatest of their kind.
Keep the reward, please, I have nowhere to spend it. Oh, the major magic dealer is closely affiliated with the Fist? A note! Thank you, Scar. I fear my potion supply was starting to look somewhat sparse. People are disappearing near the store though, with insect-like tracks? I'll do a bit of investigation. Until next time. You might want to look into your security, it seems!
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Greetings onc- oof! Ha, Scar, I suppose it was your turn to get a surprise at me. There was an ogre wizard in your sewers. I'm as befuddled as you likely are on how such a creature managed to get into there, but he had an army of carrion crawlers that would sneak aboveground and find some poor civilian to eat. Ah, a ruby ring? I have found one; would this be it? Splendid, splendid. Have you conveyed my suspicions, or certainties, to the Duke yet? Oh, I even have an audience with him? Even better! Lead the way!
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Diary of Benoni, 2 of Kythorn, 1368
I write these notes as I am traveling back to my hometown. Ah, Candlekeep! I fear it, almost, as a memory of Gorion and Imoen. At least she's not dead herself, at least I hope. Jaheira and Khalid should keep that rapscallion company. If anyone finds this, let it be known that I am set to Candlekeep to find the leader of the Iron Throne in the Sword Coast. Rieltar is his name, and he has much to pay for for the troubles in these coasts. If I am to fail, give notice to Scar, of the Flaming Fist in Baldur's Gate.
Enough with that, though. I am becoming tired, and I am becoming less sure of my path. I am no longer the scholar or bookworm that left the library a month ago. There's blood on my hands, so much blood. The dreams I've been having keep reinforcing that thought, that though I try to do good, there are still so many lives lost. Is killing an evil creature good? How can it be? The Blood War has been raging on for ages, so I've read, but that would make every Balor or Pit Fiend a saint! That cannot be right. It makes no sense.
Am I good? I do not know how to tell. And who can judge me? The gods? They are flawed too, if the Time of Troubles is any indication. And does any amount of good that I do overcome the evil that I also do? Who can save me from myself? Enough of this, though. This must be for another time. Candlekeep awaits.
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3rd of Kythorn
I am bewildered and frightened. My past... Oh, Gorion! My father, or rather, my adopted father! But father in truth, if not in blood. That honor... Or dishonor? I cannot yet tell, goes to Bhaal himself, the deceased god of murder. I am not sure what this will mean, but I've read the prophecies, even though I did not yet know they would apply to me!
Let me see if I can gather my thoughts on paper. Paper and ink have long been my friends in collecting my thoughts, and mayhap will continue to be in this confusing time. I entered Candlekeep today, early in the morning. It was nostalgic, though... Tainted, somehow. Gorion's loss was deeply felt. Many of his peers gave their condolences to me for him, though there were some mirrorkin among them which attacked me almost upon sight. Blood on my library, blood on my books, blood on my hands. I visited Gorion's old quarters, and was told by Piato to search his rooms. There was a note, detailing my lineage. I have already mentioned it above, I do not wish to do so again. Piato advised me to talk to Tethoril about this, but before I could, I was stopped and arrested by the Gatewarden for the murders of the leaders of the Iron Throne. I had not even looked upon their faces, and was innocent!
Tethoril though found me out in my cell, and explained further of who I was and who was against me. A scholar, Koveras, or Sarevok, apparently, was also a child of Bhaal. Is one, I suppose. He has seen me as his primary rival, and seeks to throw the area into deaths and chaos in an attempt to rise to Bhaal's lost status. It was him, then, that killed Rieltar and the others, I suppose. But Tethoril teleported me to the dungeons underneath the tower, so that I could make my escape. It wasn't hard, and I have a couple magical books along in my bags. I saw Gorion's face again. Not him, almost certainly; do the mirrorkin really expect me to fall for their tricks every single time? But that was enough to break my nerve. But I ramble. I must stop Sarevok; Baldur's Gate is almost certainly the goal, and even with these boots, catching him is not going to be easy.
Benoni.
OK, some actual gameplay stuff:
Bandit mage was disabled with Darts of Stunning, the rest of them meleéd. Taugosz was backstabbed two or three times. I went through the Spider area to get Spider's Bane: this proved VERY important later, and I think I would've died without it. Started Drasus and co. with a potion of explosion which drew out Genthore, backstabbed and then melee finished him. Drasus was a pain in the neck, though he died in straight melee after 10 or so potions. Boots of speed + stealth convincingly ended the mages. Another backstab finished Hareishan, and I got my highest hit in the game here with a critical backstab landing at 84 damage to some poor guard. Backstabs finished the Doom guards, and under magical protection started to work on Davaeorn with the Returning Frost Dart. Had a moment of complete freaking-out when he started to cast some sort of spell at me. Not sure if it was Charm Person or Hold Person, but used a charge of the Greenstone while equipping Spider's Bane. Irrelevant, it turned out, as the dart that I had just thrown before pausing hit and interrupted the casting. He fell shortly after that.
Doppler died, an Ogre mage died to prepare the way to get to Slythe, and Benoni burgled the tower for the INT tome to get to the safer 16 INT (safe for up to 3 Mindflayer hits now...) Potions galore were purchased as well as a bow and dispelling arrows. Scouted the Iron Throne under stealth, and visited all the locations in Candlekeep. I've never done so before: did you know that the items in the top floor of Candlekeep reset? I took a second Potion of Clarity there. Also fighting the Greater Doppelgänger in the tower is something I've rarely done. Took the two tomes under Candlekeep, and ignored everything else until the Greater Basilisks which I couldn't help but fight since I had one potion of Mirrored Eyes burning a hole in my potion case.
Slythe was killed without taking a point of damage by quaffing a potion of speed and then hiding around corners to hide in shadows again. 3 backstabs later and he gave up. Doppels killed Liia, Belt remained alive. Stealth through the maze. Last rest to get a second DUHM just for good measure.
The Throne battle, though... I nearly died, and I haven't died there since I forgot to protect vs Charm. For the first time that I can remember, Dispel Magic actually stripped me of all my buffs, and somehow I managed to trigger something like 4 webs and 1 Stinking Cloud trap along the way up to Sarevok. I wasn't even running up the center... It was kind of touch-and-go. Standing on a Web without negative saving throws! Spider's Bane! Mage is starting to cast a spell. Potion of Magic Blocking! Tazok attacking! Potion of Invisibility! I rebuffed from there, though, and separated and killed each of them using backstabs. Sarevok didn't get the chance to take a swing. I'll probably start 2 with a journal entry regarding these events.
Final stats: 7/8 Fighter/Thief. 15/20/18/16/11/10. 190 kills. 63 HP (I think.) Favorite weapon: Longsword. 180,624 experience just in kills, so I'll be starting quite close to 8/9. Proficiencies are 2 in Longsword, 2 in Dart, 1 in Club, and 1 in Dagger. They're spread out everywhere, and I'm not sure if I like not having anything in double weapon yet, but I typically like either the Reflex or the Shield of Harmony in my offhand anyways, so that shouldn't be the biggest hinderance.