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Balduran Lavidah
Seeker
France
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 Posted - 02 Sep 2010 : 15:30:12
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Prologue
First night of autumn.
The sky is dark and stormy. In a port city on the coast of Swords, everyone is back to protect themselves from the storm. Unless the faithful of God of wrath and lightning, Talos the Avenger. The activities seem to have stopped and the town becomes a bustling town passive tonight. The sky rumbles. Psychics Announce great misfortune. The first crash of thunder shaking the windows and lightning illuminating the sky slowly darkening. The wind still keeps his cool while the latter vessels are securely moored in port. Prophets sing prayers for divine protection from calamities. Meanwhile, some people take the lead encaps districts north and down through the sewers.
As the sun sets behind the huge mass thunderstorm, the city lights up with a few lamps, windows of homes not yet closed and lightning. Among the seven towers of the city, two of them, especially impressive in the sky, is responsible for energy and channel the lightning shimmering globes forming a beautiful play of light. Otherwise, the city seems to continue its slow sleep despite the noise of the storm.
Yet something will happen. Psychics are they right?
On the highest tower, near the docks, no one can see the scene that takes place there. A door opens slowly and leaves a strange individual. He slowly. His steps are unbalanced and it does not take long to fall. He is a person in armor carrying a red tabard marked with a hand of fire. This badge represents the armed Agenda "flaming fist, custodian of the city of Baldur's Gate, one of the youngest cities in the coast of Swords was born during the time *. Disorders This famous city is about to sleep.
Why this individual who represents the law is it completely terrified and exhausted? The answer is soon coming when the door behind him shatters. A long shadow is revealed by the flash of lightning. In ebony armor whose pedigree could scare the noblest armies, a demon laughs in a voice hoarse and low. But gradually as our eyes adjust to the shadows of the night, the armor is becoming increasingly noticeable. And the evil being is nothing more than a man with a great physical strength. What appears at first is the clarity of his eyes silver as a reflection of the moon through the visor. Then his helmet to the strange shapes that could be the head of a demon. And finally his immense hexagonal pendant and gold. This is what sets the soldier crawled on his back like a spider. He does not give a glance the skull symbol of the god of death, hatred and madness, Cyric the Slayer *. The sweat running down his body is like ice. The sensation of cold so intense that burns the body of a thousand sharp needles. This is called in this world: the Terror.
The panic is mad an'importe that until he realizes the situation. The soldier was trapped. He can not climb the wall it struck grids. He is facing his oppressor's weapon titanic strength. In a final effort, he attempted a dialogue.
"_ Pi ... Pity! Let m ... me! V ... I beg you! Stutters prey.
_ I'd be the last, "replied the Black Knight in his husky voice! And YOU, you'll be the first to disappear, he point the finger before starting to move. "
Arm forward, almost petrified, he seeks some arguments.
"_ No! I ... There are others! I know where they are hiding ... "
He could not finish his sentence. The devil has landed in one blow. It is so violent that the soldier's helmet is pushed and ejected. He left a scratch on his face steel. While he seeks a point with his eyes, the knight ebony grabs him by the throat and lifted like a straw. Then he breaks the grids with his ram human. The soldier is above the vacuum and tried again with the little reason he left to seek clemency. But he was too scared and in panic hits the grip of the knight with his miserable strength. Seeing that he prefers to fall, the devil chose the slowest death that is hanging. He pours more and more the barrier, crushing the Adam's apple and slightly breaking the neck. And when death comes, that the heart will stop, he drops the weight. The fall is rapid and the body hits the ground. The noise is muffled by the Talos cry of thunder.
At dawn, the sun shines. The storm is over and the priests of Lathander, the Lord of the Dawn, pronounced the awakening of the songs in his honor. The port city again resumed its activities. Among the population, a fisherman's hard to appreciate the sunshine. For the poor man's day begins badly. He was alone in his bed while his wife is saying with amusement of friends. Her cottage is flooded because the storm caused a leak. His old cat died and the flies have already begun their work. His net is not repaired. And it was not enough to take a quick lunch. He resigned, however, to survey his rough day, starting by going to the harbor to repair his nets and prepare their daily work. It is the first to dock. Along the way shopping district on the east wing of the house * Iron Throne, he discovered the carcass of a soldier of the Flaming Fist. There is blood everywhere along cemented pebbles, the remains of armor and clothing, but no body.
"_ For all the gods, what the hell happened here," cried the fisherman! He missed only the rest of a murder and said he should not wake me this morning. What can happen to me worse? "
And it had better not ask this question. But he can not imagine the rest. Then he gives warning to announce the sad news, he was asked to come to keep guard to collect information. The survey did not last long. The conclusion is that the fisherman is recognized as the murderer by Angelo, a higher order of Flaming Fist. It is run on the public square in the morning. This story overlooks some rumors. No more ... No less.
Murder, conspiracy, prophecy ... Thus begins one of the stories of the Forgotten Realms, Baldur's Gate one.
Laurent ZITOUN
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Balduran Lavidah
Seeker
France
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Posted - 02 Sep 2010 : 15:43:55
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Chapter 1: Candlekeep
Nestled in the cliffs of the coast of Swords, the Great Library was facing the Sea Blue Blades. At the heart of the fortress of Castle Tallow based knowledge of the world. The greatest legacy of the famous Alaundo Seeing the Kingdom of Faerûn. He left behind a large number of prophecies, some of which had already achieved.
But before it was the home of this noble prophet, Candlekeep was founded by a former adventurer Candle Masarin. Many people who had gathered fame and fortune on Abeir-Toril (*). Candle was one of the greatest masters of his time. Several of his followers were later influential people and great explorers. However Candle had long enjoyed a majestic castle. What was his last home was invaded by the fearsome creatures that were never identified in the story. They had killed the person that the captain loved most in the world. Not wanting to relive such an experience, the captain began a long journey with her two children to the backbone of the world (*). From there, the name of Masarin disappeared forever.
For seven decades, the castle was abandoned. It was not until the year 1302 (*) qu'Alaundo established his library and reigned for sixty two years time as the Custodian of writings. The tower stood on a huge volcanic mountain peak overlooking the sea fortress and numerous towers became a monastery where the scholars conducting pilgrimages there. Candlekeep was certainly not a holiday but they could find a shop, a temple in honor of Oghma (*) and an inn. To access this place, most travelers had to pay an entrance fee: a book. Those wishing to consult a book from the library were donated another work of great value.
The monks of Candlekeep Castle (which did not demand any confession and was baptized themselves the Acolytes) also made their hurried quest of knowledge and emissaries in the greatest secrecy, to procure the manuscripts they coveted. To have the right to browse the shelves of the library, an alien must be sponsored by a mage recognized. Most of the books received as a gift was often works magic without interest.
This community was headed by the Custodian of the Writings, assisted by the First Reader (second character in the hierarchy and traditionally, the most learned sage of the monastery). Under the auspices of Grand readers also officiated at number eight, and were assisted in their tasks by the Cantor, the guide and porter. The Bard led the singing of the prophecies of uninterrupted Alaundo, supported by three characters: the voice of the North, South and East. The guide taught. The doorman greeted visitors while ensuring the care and feeding of the community. The central fortress of Château Tallow, which was also the tallest tower, was at the heart of a magnificent garden terrace.
Except in rare instances, no visitor could stay at Candlekeep over ten consecutive days and he was not authorized them to enter back into the monastery for a month. The five officers in the portal ensured the enforcement assisted in their task by armed monks.
Among the monks, were part Anchorite at the bottom of the hierarchy. They sought, brought, carried. Above them, the scribes copied the manuscripts and then were writing books for sale (which represented the main source of income of the community). Then came the Great Singers and Players. Writings of the Guardian was so far Ulraunt, mage proud and haughty. The First Reader current Théthtoril, had a scholarship and so personable that the visitors often confused with the Guardian.
There was at Candlekeep an absolute rule: "Those who destroy knowledge, whether by pen, fire or sword will turn destroyed. Here, the manuscripts were worth more than the life of a man.
This law was applied yesterday, the second day of the summer (*) in the year 1376. Two men who had been posing as merchants were intended murder. They had attacked a young monk from the monastery. He was the adopted child of one of the eight Great Player. Then he read in a secluded corner of one of many copies of the prophecies of Alaundo wise, the two assassins attempted their coup. The tide turned in favor of the monk who contrive to avoid the attack as a traitor. Subsequently, he was helped by a friend and together they managed to keep our two lads. The guards came and then followed Ulraunt Théthoril. It was then that Lady Tymora, goddess of luck and joy, gave our two young players.
During the confusion, a blade had pierced a book. When discovered Ulraunt scrawl profane, he flew into a rage that shook the whole fortress. For the book perforated through and through was one that is on our young monk, the prophecies of the master. Even if it was only a copy for the Guardian had the greatest blasphemy. His first order was to execute everyone in the court. Both players were not surprised by such behavior, yet their lives were threatened. Théthtoril contrive to calm the poor man so he covered his spirits.
The board meets Great Players to judge the fate of the two assassins. "The law is there and it will be applied" Ulraunt announced at the end of trial. The head was hung outside the enclosure as a warning sign. Subsequently, a second trial took place. "They will leave tomorrow night for their presence to the works of our library," said the Guardian again. The death penalty was avoided. But the exclusion was not good news.
In this third day of the summer, Castle Tallow would know days of sorrow. The departure of our two players had disappointed a majority of people who appreciated them greatly. Whoever would have the burden was to accompany their guardians, Gorion.
Gorion Lavidah was a noble wizard who was formerly in the service and a relative of the royal family of Saradush (*). He was also one of the most prominent agents of the secret organization of Minstrels, a group of brave adventurers who acted for the balance of Faerûn. This man was a person proud of his advanced age, which outweighed by an exuberant vitality. His eyes seemed flawless to leave anything to chance. His beard was gray and treated as for the majority of the great sages. His knowledge beyond the imagination of others. In that time adoptive father and uncle, Gorion derived part of his knowledge.
These sixteen years had passed within the walls of Candlekeep for her child, Balduran. This young man was very tall and had brown hair with blue eyes. He spent most of his time reading the exciting stories of the library and was particularly friendly with visitors. The outside world was interested in the highest degree. He had always dreamed of seeing the world and make long journeys to find out. This ban would be a chance, although he would have preferred not to live what had happened the day before.
Balduran Lavidah had some gifts to his credit. He had a good knowledge in handling weapons and spells. He had two instructors at the monastery. He learned to use a sword to the blacksmith and innkeeper, Dan Whinthrop. This big man and full of vigor was once famous bounty hunter Dan Fury and his mastery of the sword was legendary. As for magic, it was his tutor who taught him the mysteries. Gorion s'averra be a very patient instructor and without pity. However, he was delighted to see his son make tremendous progress in recent years. However, even if learning spells was satisfactory Balduran had a great defect. It was very limited in the number of spells he could throw in a day. In the worst case, he collapsed from fatigue in a few seconds. Over time, Gorion thought that the problem would be solved. But it was never really the case. His son, however, decided to try to make a choice in his favorite spells and found a good balance by combining the magic and weapons.
But who was really Balduran? He asked himself the question that fatal day. Because for attempting to assassinate him and especially to reach the shelter posed Castle Tallow, it had to be someone special. Outside, it seemed he was an ordinary person, a poor monk who did not really know the world around him except through the stories of travelers. Three options presented themselves to him.
A wrong target.
A link with his real parents he knew almost everything except their origin, Saradush.
It was a means to Gorion Agent Minstrel.
He spent all day yesterday to meditate on these three assumptions and it failed to distinguish the correct answer. His mind turned to other ideas when it closed for the last time the handle of his home. It was at the last moment he realized the end of his life at Candlekeep.
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IngoDjan
Learned Scribe
Brazil
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Posted - 03 Sep 2010 : 01:35:11
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Ingo Djan
DUNGEON MASTER AO OF THE DIAMONDS!"I see the future repeat the past. It all is a museum of great news. The Time do not stop." |
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Balduran Lavidah
Seeker
France
83 Posts |
Posted - 07 Sep 2010 : 15:38:17
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"_ So there you are finally ready for departure Balduran? "
The person who stood behind her was a vigorous man slightly older than him and bore the name of Apollo Icaor. Like him, he was a son of Great Players, Paladin Frejus Icaor Hand Azure.
The father was recognized by his actions in the Northern cities, especially against a sect of Sorcerers and Necromancers. He also had his title at Candlekeep for having brought the books to a library lost in time. The result was a complete floor had been completely filled. He sent his son a few years ago that he absorbs some of the wisdom of this place. Apollo had a physique that could be described as "carved in a rock. His hair was slightly gray-blue eyes like his.
He smiled haughtily. Balduran replied.
"_ I think so. However ... While this may miss.
_ What, asked Apollo? These thousands of dusty books? Our dear Guardian? Or the old Nasdiel ever losing his business in this tiny monastery?
_ A little ... No Ulraunt of this ruffian, pulled himself Balduran! His conduct was unworthy of the position he holds.
_ But, added his friend, there is nobody who has much love for books. And it is thanks to him that you get out of here. You are free!
_ Your lack of wisdom will harm you. The Citadel is the safest haven. The left now is a big mistake for me. "
Apollo took a step back. He could not believe what he heard.
"_ It is not you who longed to see the world? Living a life of adventure and beat you to hear your ideals? Sixteen years have you locked up here do not seem boring and sad to die? "
Balduran advanced without replying. He preferred to avoid any further discussion. Apollo persisted. And he decided to go the hard way. He picked up a stick and caught him silently. He struck back without hesitation. But the reader para narrowly instantly. The two looked into his eyes.
"_ Then, asked Apollo? You're not going to tell me that the adventurer's life is not made for you?
_ You're ... Pathetic. "
With a quick movement, Balduran shortened the fight and his friend fell to the ground without really having had time to reply. The young Icaor was lowest and it had never been able to win a duel. He wanted to take his chance at least once before leaving even if the blow was a traitor. However, the defeat did not matter. He especially wanted to act Balduran.
"_ I'm not pathetic, protested Apollo! I only update your skills. You're a talented person.
_ The''talent''... A quality I lack. Ok, relieves you. "
The player held out his hand qu'Icaor gladly seized.
"_ Polo began Balduran ... I'll give you good advice before you leave. If you do not finish your life in the midst of a battlefield, forbear to believe that good always triumphs over evil; to trust your friends in one day, and above all, to believe that to become a great fighter means to be justice.
_ The force gives the power to overcome. Paladins are the hosts of justice through the power and not with words. "
The player locked eyes for a moment. He knows he would never get him to change his mind. He could do nothing. It will still tried one last time.
Without another word, the pair advanced. They parted at the threshold of the second speaker. Behind the wall stood an imposing tower, Library of World Knowledge, the dungeon of Candlekeep.
Icaor took over management of daily work and left his companion. Before the drive was a small garden composed of cubic tall cypresses and other plants to flower with a fountain in its center s'enchâssait. It formed a nice intersection before reaching the dungeon. In one corner, Balduran was arrested by a young girl of her age. Another person who wanted to wish him bon voyage.
"_ Psst! It's me, Imoen, the young woman should intervene! I have something to tell you before you go. "
Like Balduran, Imoen had been entitled to favors and had spent his childhood in Candlekeep. His guardian was Dan Whinthrop. But he never managed to properly educate his daughter as he wanted. Yet, growing up, the young woman had features beautiful straight hair with a pink and orange color could be confused with the daughters of the nobility. She was friendly and spoke very appropriately with strangers. However, it was a great defect: an evil curiosity. Nicknamed the''mouse''Rose, his discretion was not equal to Castle Tallow. She must know all, see better than the person she had watched. If she spent her time to attend classes instead of spying on people, it could become a reader Hon. This was not the case.
As Balduran knew it was going to learn things on his journey.
"_ Hello ''little''(the nickname for Balduran Imoen). What have you to tell me?
_ I am not ''little'', balked Imoen who could not bear this name. I have the same age as you. And I'm not here to talk to you about your f ... your journey. I've come to say goodbye. "
The young reader was not fooled. She knew things he would like to know before you go. He had already learned that his forced exile was accompanied by another pretext.
"_ Oh, I thought you had discovered information. My father told me almost nothing on this trip. Just as we were going to Saradush to find members of my family and parents of Imanienn. He was very worried yesterday during the trial. Everything went so fast.
_ It's something to be worried, "said Imoen ... Well ... You were attacked yesterday. This trip will not be a walk. This is certainly a start.
_ You're right. Candlekeep, a real fortress, has been sullied by the incredible trick of two assassins. And they certainly had accomplices. And I do not know why I was always the target. "
The reader was trying to turn around the pot to get what she knew. A direct attack would not work. However, Imoen was not fooled at this point.
"_ I hope it will happen to you and that we will meet again in better days. You were a bit of my family after all. I will feel alone with Dad.
_ I thank you Imoen replied Balduran. But I understand that you would also like to go with us. I can influence my father to realize your wish. There is still time. "
Imoen was all red. Balduran had read through his thoughts. And the target was hit. But not even the center. The young woman soon recovered from the shock.
"_ No ... Gorion not want. I'm sure. Anything you say will not pass the wall it represents.
_ We can try, began Balduran ...
_ I'm sorry, but I can not stay longer. Dad needs me at the inn. A ... Goodbye. " |
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Balduran Lavidah
Seeker
France
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Posted - 10 Sep 2010 : 16:37:41
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It disappeared very quickly without Balduran can not add anything
whatsoever. Strange. This word often returned when talking about her. With Imoen, we always expected the unexpected and unexplained.
The time had questions and was not to dwell Balduran more. He then continued his way to join his father and cousin. Gorion was waiting patiently.
"_ Oh, you're my child," said the father of her voice soft and soothing. I see that you're ready to go. The sun is low enough now to begin our journey. We will walk at night.
_ Why this constraint father asked Balduran? You think there will be risks?
_ I am also intrigued my uncle, "added Imanienn. "
Behind the cape, the cousin of Balduran hid his size. She seemed fine, but his musculature was developed. It was the last of three daughters of the long lineage of a family of nobility Saradush the Santel. Not having had a boy, the eldest married the superintendent of Saradush which no foreigner knew his true face. Imanienn followed his side's doctrines Waukeen, the Goddess Protector disappeared during the Time Trade Troubles. She chose the path of struggle by becoming a monk at an iron fist. She wore the coat of arms Waukeen, the bear's paw blue with a gold coin in the center and had followed a training Tethtoril priestess with the first player under the command of God Mystra. She had arrived the same year Apollo Icaor.
"_ I do not know," replied Gorion. I prefer to take precautions even if nobody knows we're leaving.
_ Father, before leaving, I know at least one detail.
_ Yes my child?
_ Am I the target in case of attack? "
Gorion looked at her son with a worried look. It was true they had not spoken.
"_ You guessed child?
_ Dan told me about it just before leaving the inn, said Balduran after a short break.
_ Yes, I understand, "said a quiet voice the old man. He has certainly done well you reveal this detail.
_ But then intervene Imanienn! Balduran, you did some things that ...
_ Do not try to understand more. We'll talk when we are away. Outside the territory of the Sword Coast. "
Gorion said no more. The small group crossed the last wall of Castle Tallow and they began their long journey. Balduran put one last look at the two heads that adorned the entrance. Who were they? Why were they the target? He knew that the answers would soon come. However, contrary to his habits, he was impatient. He had difficulty in restraining himself from asking questions to his father. He had even thought about a discreet way to use Imanienn as an intermediary. He kept very difficult. It was burning from the inside. To try to clear his head, he pulled out a strange object from his bag. It was the guard of a sword forged finely composed of metallic red scales. She had been given by his master weapon Whinthrop Dan. Dan had told him the origin of this object. The blade was forged in the nearby village on the road Bérégost Coasts. The old warrior did not think staying at Chateau Tallow. Now, with the torch to his disciple, this weapon will finally be completed.
Balduran saw his own reflection in the black opal on the intersection of T. Strangely, the image does not appear deformed despite the curvature of the stone. He plunged his gaze. A mysterious feeling came over him. It seemed that it was the eyes of someone else reflected there.
The night came to fall. Tallow Castle was far now. In a setting where everything was gray, vigilance was increased. Gorion kindled a torch and looked around. He asked to force the pace.
"_ Hurry my children! The night will go on thicker and we join our friends in the middle of the day at the hostel arm helper. It ... "
The mage stopped. His foot was placed on a strange stone smooth. He drew up his torch.
"_ Wait ... Something is wrong ..."
Suddenly in the darkness, forms were emerging. Four towering figures were close, blocking the path. The torch lit the first of them. It looked like a demon. But he was a knight in armor ebony.
"_ We fell into an ambush," said Gorion who stood in front to protect! "
The other three surrounding them. Under grunting and clatter of their club, they began a deadly dance like wild animals stalking prey. The method bloodthirsty ogres. However, they calmed their zeal in obedience to the finger and the eye. Their leader stood erect, gently pushing his blade into the soil. His eyes shone in
darkness. Two silver lamps with a light similar to moonlight. In his powerful voice hoarse, he turned to Gorion.
"_ We're back facing the old man. You have changed so little over time.
_ By the fire of my master, so it was you who organized this attack?
_ Yes. A regrettable failure it seems to me, "said he, laying his eyes for a moment in the direction of the son. Stuck! Go there and you will not hurt. If you resist ...
_ If you think we will go, you're wrong, "interrupted Gorion! Spread yourself and your cronies. And it will happen to you.
_ Sorry old man, you take it well. "
This time, three ogres were free of their chains invisible. The signal was launched and everyone rushed to a target. Whoever attacked the magician did not three steps before falling. Gorion had launched a lightning struck his right hand, instantly burning her body. However, he offered a necessary diversion to his master who came in melee. Now the guardian could not help her proteges failing to take a sharp sword.
Imanienn Santel went to meet his opponent, the disarming of a sudden hammer of war. The ogre then tried to catch it with his hands. This proved ineffective, faced an unexpected obstacle. The young priestess rivaled the force of its mighty opponent. She used her master of combat and martial contrive to defeat the ogre after a while.
As for Balduran, the fight was more difficult. The one who chased wanted to use its size to maintain distance. Unlike his father and teacher, he did not have enough knowledge to run a spell as effective as ball lightning. And her magic could do nothing against an opponent of a disproportionate size. He kept his composure and faced with his only weapon: a bamboo which he used as a walking stick. The ogre grinned seeing that they offered him a stick against his tree trunk. It struck without hesitation. The young man went to the parade. Hundreds of debris were spread on the ground. The giant then fell, pierced through and through. Bamboo was also delighted that a strong and sharp steel blade. But the fight was not over.
A light purple and a woman's voice made him react. A magician
gave him a spell in the back. A flaming arrow came to him
pierce the left shoulder. The impact hurled him to the ground. The woman's loose ria feat for a moment losing sight of his battle. Balduran for this release and said she received a magic bullet in the head. The fate was effectively given its small size. The sorceress bent over, hands on his face.
"_ Miserable! You'll pay for what you did to Dria said hoarsely. "
Balduran found himself face to face with the knight. He knelt down and tried to parry the shot blade. His posture was too unbalanced to keep up. Especially during a confrontation as violent. He thought his arm was dropping off and disarmed. His shoulder burned dripping with blood. The knight began his final assault on through with his immense sword. Blood beaded on the face of Balduran ... Blood ... His father, Gorion. |
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Balduran Lavidah
Seeker
France
83 Posts |
Posted - 14 Sep 2010 : 16:40:57
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Chapter 2: The End of a noble hero
The blade remained motionless, frozen before Balduran. Long streaks of blood flowed on the ground. Gorion looked tremblingly her adopted son in the eye. He wore a strange smile.
"_ No ... NO! I did not, "exclaimed the Black Knight!
_ Gorion?! ASSASSIN, yelled Imanienn this time in a rage! "
She darted his fist to hit the enemy so hated. It grabbed the handle and threw to the ground. The magician ended his fall slowly to the foot of her child who had not the strength to hold her aching. The look of Gorion was empty. Thus fell the greatest disciple of Elminster and the father invincible.
"_ Sarevok, roared the magician! Kill! Fulfil your work! "
The knight does not respond immediately. He carefully removed his blade body Gorion and then presented it to his real opponent.
"_ Go! It is your thank you! Avenge me! "
His companion had blood on his face and tears. She wanted to see who had wounded him die before fainting. But man, Sarevok, lowered his guard and went to join her.
"_ I'm sorry Dria," said the knight. But I can not afford to kill him. I failed.
_ What ... WHAT? It is you who ... "
She fainted in his arms, having the strength to withstand pain. Sarevok and had he been appointed, turned again to Balduran. You could see the tears behind his visor.
"_ I hope you will be worthy of his sacrifice, thou blessed," he roared. You will have three days. After this date, your life will become a hell. Wherever you go, you will be hunted. Your head is already starting price. Thou canst not sleep or eat!
_ If I only have three days, then tell me what I done, asked angrily Balduran? For me, the one who should claim the other's head, it's me! Are not you that it just killed my father?
_ Your father, the knight said slowly ... If you knew, you understand me. I will have given anything to be able to call it. But you're just lucky. The happy days are over. I tell you Goodbye! Jailbird! "
Balduran lacked the strength to move. He tried with a few words to remember her attacker. It was not satisfied with the meager response that he was provided. Who was Sarevok? Why would he want to be in his place? Why this decision to spare? The Dark Knight and his companion disappeared in the darkness of the night.
Imanienn approached his cousin. She wept without saying a word. She put her head on her knees Gorion and wiped his face covered with dust and blood. Balduran was motionless while the priestess recited some prayers of care for his shoulder burned. After a few minutes, the fate God had its effect and the wound vanished as if the arrow of fire had never hit his target.
"_ And now, more than a trace, said bitterly Imanienn.
_ Thank you my dear cousin, "replied Balduran. Your master Tethoril should be proud of you.
_ But I'm ... sniff ... Sniff ... I can not ...
_ Imanienn Calm down, "added he in a soothing way. Nobody can. You have nothing to reproach you. "
Balduran Imanienn took in his arms screamed into tears. As for him, he kept his calm face this ordeal. As if Gorion had already prepared. The death seemed to be inevitable and that everything that had happened could not be changed. One thing was certain in his eyes: his father had sacrificed his life for his, and can remember. Now he must act alone and make decisions. Especially given that his life was threatened. Moreover, he had not relaxed its vigilance and he turned his head toward the sound of footsteps. Balduran was surprised a few seconds looking toward Castle Tallow. Lit by moonlight, a young woman with a bow and a backpack had stopped before this terrifying spectacle. Three dead and hideous creatures gathering fatal accident. Imoen was who had followed them.
"_ By Oghma, cried she, with a step back! You are attacked? Gorion is ... "
Balduran covered the face of his father with his cape. Imoen fell on his knees. She felt miserable. After all, being spotted in his flight was not so serious. But to be received with the death of Gorion was the equivalent of the end of the world. She had imagined him going qu'Imanienn morality. But it was with deep sadness that she came to grab it.
An hour passed since the arrival of Imoen. Balduran led the group to Friendly Arm. Behind them burned body Gorion. A high smoke rose into the sky. On several occasions, they turned and came a time when they could not distinguish anything. Following the path they traveled for miles during the night until morning. The sun warmed the earth and light mist rose. The three young people were not yet tired. However, they were no words. The leader felt that his friends advanced with hesitation. The fear of another ambush, soared. And then they came to an intersection. Balduran out his card. He had just reached a commercial road named Route du Lion (*). Taking the direction of the east, they would be in six hours on the main track of the Sword Coast, a pass point between all the cities of Faerûn. The roads were monitored and regularly patrols circulated. The group soon to see pass the caravans and other travelers. However, few were willing to discuss. Most even had the gun in his hand. Imanienn was worried and was the first to seek answers to such an atmosphere.
An amiable man replied that the area was safer. Periodically, robbers attacked the caravans. And as if that were not enough, political conflicts did not cease to grow. The war could erupt at any time.
This was a very bad omen. They avoided talking about their home while trying to learn more about their attacker. Apparently, nobody knew the name of Sarevok or Black Knight. Balduran suspected it. His assailant would not have saved if he had known.
Subsequently, the group bargained his services to travel with a caravan. The number was a decisive factor not to be attacked. And arms, man or woman, were not accepted. Imanienn negotiated with a convoy from Nashkell, a small village south of the kingdom. It was a group of richly dressed merchants who had already hired some mercenaries. One of them had recognized the symbol of Waukeen. This sign helped them greatly to include the caravan. Imoen was allowed to settle in a cart while the other two were involved in guard towers.
After a few hours, they arrived at the Coastal Road where they made a halt.
"_ We will soon reach Friendly Arm, announced the chief of the merchants. Rumors are their wind of bad news on this road. It seems that a group of ogres has been installed on the hills of wood sharp teeth. Be careful ladies gentlemen. "
Everybody was restored and they left towards the north. The road was much more crowded. Most caravans were composed with more men. It became obvious that the road was no longer as safe as before. A high tension hovered. And then a strange encounter happened.
"_ Hola travelers! Do you have a moment to dedicate myself? I need a little intelligence. "
A man walking down toward the South. What was most surprising was that he was traveling alone. Came only after his strange outfit. He wore an elegant dress and a pointed hat of bright red. His beard was white and relatively long. Aside from this detail, the passenger does not seem old. He seemed to have a force of a man of thirty, forty years. What was rare for so-called Arch Mage.
"_ Are you the leader of this noble caravan, he asked in a honeyed voice?
_ Yes,proudly replied the merchant. What do you know my good sir?
_ Not much really. I recognized the crest Nashkell, the heads of wild boar, and I wanted to know if the festival will take place this year?
_ Yes of course. It is true that the conflict could cancel. But before my caravan gets under way, I heard that the first tents were already installed.
_ Excellent! Wonderful news, "exclaimed the magician! Then I will really put me off.
_ I wish you a pleasant journey my lord. But tell me. I do not want to sound too curious. Do you not by chance ...
_ Elminster the Wise, the heir of the Old Arklon, intervene in a voice behind them.
_ For the Lady Silver wire, but it would not be our little disciple Balduran, asked the magician?
_ Hello Grand Master, said the player. I am delighted to see you. I do not expect to find you here. "
Balduran bowed in recognition of hierarchical orders.
"_ Come, come my boy, Elminster said. No need to go that far. After all, we had to cross from one moment to another. Your father sits there in a cart? I'm talking to him. "
He did not answer immediately. What worried the Archmage. It quickly understood why. He asked the head of the caravan a moment to talk alone with the player. Imanienn was also away. |
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Balduran Lavidah
Seeker
France
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Posted - 21 Sep 2010 : 12:09:40
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"_ Here, we are sufficiently far apart. Tell me what happened Balduran, asked in a calm tone Elminster.
_ You may have guessed master. My father died last night. We were ambushed He sacrificed his life to save us.
_ Do you know who was the aggressor? Was there a particular sign?
_ I know his name. A magician, some Dria, had appointed Sarevok. He wore a black armor whose helmet was shaped head Traitor (*) and there was also a strange image. It looked brand Cyric the god Fool.
_ But, added in a tone curious the arch mage?
_ But, "continued Balduran, the skull does not match. He was provided with a jaw.
_ Very strange indeed. Did you get this item or did you have fled during the assault?
_ The following will be enigmatic master. This Sarevok had come to kill me. Its blade pierced my father while he was in error interposed between me and him. "
Balduran told the whole scene in detail.
"_ This is all very unfortunate, began an uneasy Elminster. We do not expect this. And I'm afraid that all this is beyond me also.
_ You know nothing of our aggressors master?
_ I have a doubt about his exact identity. And unfortunately I can not tell you more, lest **** more in mind.
_ Master, I know I'm in the middle of this story, told in a calm Balduran. Father than I had ever spoken. However there is no doubt that all this has to do with my true self.
_ Good Balduran deduction, added Elminster. But do you think the truth will bring you something?
_ I'm sure, "said the player with great determination. But you'll keep the secret. And it will be the same with our friends at Bras Friendly.
_ Again, you're right. So I think we can close this topic. But do not worry. When you're away, to distant lands in the South, we will tell you everything you need to know. Find Khalid and Jaheira at the hostel Arm Helper and all come join me at Nashkell. I will one day ahead of you. But avoid the roads. Do not take the threat this man lightly. Especially since you will only be four during your trip.
_ Five master corrected Balduran.
_ Sorry, exclaimed surprised Elminster?
_ I forgot to tell you qu'Imoen is ...
_ Imoen? Gorion took her with you? Why was he out too ? It is not made for this kind of trip. "
Balduran would have meant that she had fled. However, the response of the arch mage had surprised him. So he kept any comments and try negotiation with Imanienn to keep the truth. After all, everyone's secrets.
Elminster broke his spell and gave the course of time in place. In order not to wait for the caravan, the arch mage had ensured that their discussion had lasted only one minute instead of a quarter of an hour. Upon their return, a funny character made his entrance.
"_ Are you Elminster? THE Elminster talks including all the world, the individual asked excitedly?
_ Yes, simply replied with a smile Elminster.
_ What luck! Lady Tymora me honor. I wanted to meet you! I am a poor magician facing you and your esteemed scholar, looking at one second Balduran. I hereby Gzaar Mathias, a researcher of glory. Can I talk to you?
_ It was with great pleasure, but I have no time to lose and I have to restart ... But we could revise Nashkell if you wish. My young disciple Balduran should join me there when he finishes his obligations. Simply make the trip with him. "
Balduran understood why he had made this proposal. This opportunity allowed to have an additional companion for the journey to Nashkell. Additional security. This Gzaar was not really trustworthy. But his fascination for the master would be a valuable asset manipulation.
Once restarted, Imanienn asked his cousin what had been said. He told her. He also presented Gzaar Mathias, who hastened to kiss the hand of the priestess. She had a deep disgust at such a reaction. It was not long thereafter to impose limits distances. Gzaar was a mercenary hired since Nashkell. Along was a hobbit (*) called Mantaron. The size of a child, he seemed harmless at first glance. But the scar on his right cheek and his dark eyes showed that it was indeed a tough guy. Besides its behavior very direct. He did not hesitate to reveal the mysteries of choice of his friend: necromancy. Revelation Gzaar would have preferred to keep secret. The necromancers were not appreciated. Waking the dead and perform spells profane has always been synonymous with bad behavior. However, these magicians were especially effective. |
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Balduran Lavidah
Seeker
France
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Posted - 28 Sep 2010 : 17:10:29
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The convoy was attacked by a strange ogre. The creature was particularly brutal and spears do not stop. Mantaron proved its worth with a magnificent throw dagger. The bullet penetrated the skull. But the beast was still not dead. It was Gzaar who gave the coup de grace. He had started a strange spell on the dagger of his companion who had crushed his brain. The blade was made from a bone that could shape the necromancer. No doubt the pair of mercenary Gzaar Mantaron and formed a real team.
The members of the caravan examined their opponent dead. Or rather dead. Because there was no doubt it was an ogre. What was a rare creature. Ogres came on Toril through magical portals of the Magi, and they found themselves trapped in this world. Excluding this spell invokes only the males of the species. How a man-eater was able to come here? The answer was not long in coming. A mercenary is a belt that had spotted the beast was on his forearm. When he drew the creature was changed and again became a male. Terrified, the man dropped the subject yelling that he was cursed. Gzaar examined. The mercenary was right and this belt was a trademark. If a man was of, he became a woman and a man otherwise. Unable to let such a thing in nature, Balduran proposed to take in order to destroy it in a temple. He drew up the bag of Imoen. The caravan continued its course without further obstruction to Friendly Arm.
At the edge of the two forests, wood coat and sharp teeth, the village was actually a former dungeon. It consisted of a stone tower of the existing hostel Helper Arm, stables, gardens, pond and a barn for caravan. It also housed a few houses, a large building whose entrance was adorned with stone columns, a small store and a shop for wizard behind the temple Brilldor Garl, god of gnomes. Friendly Arm was once the home of a priest of Bhaal evil which itself had been reduced to the status of the undead. A band of adventurers, with their head, the gnome illusionist (*) Bentley Mirrorshade undertook to renovate the hotel and they made a stop on the fortified coastal road, in a country infested with robbers, Orcs and other monsters . While these dangers are now lower, the Friendly Arm remained a popular place for its tranquility and cleanliness.
Balduran and his friends abandoned the caravan to enter the village. The guards asked for their identity and rights of way. They then indiquèrent their entry to the hostel. It would be hard to sixteen hours of the afternoon. Yet the main hall was crowded and there were many people who ordered a meal.
"Hola _ exclaimed Mantaron! Even with my size, I find it hard to pass. You can hear some great things?
_ You see your friends asked Gzaar a high-pitched voice?
_No Not yet, "replied Balduran. Find a server. It may be ...
_ There should intervene Imoen pointing the finger! I'm sure seeing Khalid between these people. At the back of the room.
_ Do not point that way Imoen acts Imanienn!
_ She's right, "added Balduran. You're no longer a child to allow you this kind of behavior.
_ Oh, big beard, "said furiously Mantaron! We are not in a noble house. Your friend can do as she pleases. And it helps a lot to advance. "
Imoen smiled Mantaron to thank him. By its nature, the hobbit turned from his gaze as if he had not seen. Then he took the direction she had indicated. The little man did not show that he had blushed. But subsequently, the color purple vira.
"_ My word, he screamed! But there are still more people! Offshore big! I pass!
_ Boy Hush, "whispered a commoner! They are at the end of the duel. Go get your mother's skirts! This is not for you. "
Mantaron almost jump on him if Gzaar had not caught before. However, he avenged his manner and a quick gesture, lightened the commoner of his leather purse. Imoen only saw the rogue in his mischief. She restrained herself to denounce it. After all, she also loved this stuff.
The duel had spoken with the commoner was happening on a table. Two people were emptying the maximum possible steins. The loser paying the bill. This kind of play was often accompanied by large paris in the audience. The two rivals looked into his eyes. One was a tall well built. He finished his fifth pint, laughing awkwardly.
"_ Hip ... it's your turn. Forgiveness. Ah ah. It begins to take effect''burp''. Prepare the sixth. Haha! For my victory ... Hip! "
His opponent also drank his glass. It was a beautiful woman with curly blonde hair with amber colored iris. She also had pointy ears. However, the features of his face was not elongated like those of elves (*). It should be a mestizo. His head nearly fell. She held still go. She had red marks on her cheeks. Despite its incorporation of war, it seemed that the woman had reached its limits.
"_ On your turn, it seems to me a kid, she roared with a broad smile.
_ Che ... Honey calm down, stammered a man behind her. "
It was also a half elf with black hair. His gaze was piercing in which shone a glow emerald. He seemed to be a formidable fighter. But his manner of speaking did not make it very compelling.
"_ Leave me finish this! I do not for long.
_ Jaheira, "exclaimed a young priestess!
_ Eh? But that, she began getting up ...
_ Ah HA! Lost, "cried his opponent! Rule number three still remain''in his chair.'' Ah ah ... hic! Perfect timing. I'll be able collapsing ... "
And it was not long to wait. Three men carried him outside to help him sober up. The lady had to pay the bill by cons.
"_ Jaheira, you should be ashamed to participate in this kind of game," said curtly Imanienn.
_ Now I'm getting scolded by a lady, "replied the half elf. And then I will not allow it, "she replied. For your sake I have lost. You should pay me!
_ Ja ... Jaheira, I beg you. Do ... Do not be so hard with kids, her husband would intervene. And you drunk up in his face.
_ I was playing comedy to raise the paris. You were going to launch a bid next move. "
Khalid did not answer. He looked someone. But this person was not there.
"We sit down _ Khalid, Jaheira, Balduran asked in a solemn voice. Because we need to talk. "
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Balduran Lavidah
Seeker
France
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Posted - 05 Oct 2010 : 10:36:15
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Jaheira was sobered when she heard the news. She stared at the ground. She either would not have imagined such a scenario.
"_ I ... I can not believe it," said Khalid sentence. Who could have predicted this?
_ Unfortunately, the gods are playing tricks us, "added Balduran. And now it only remains for me only two days before the words of the knight will not be realized.
_ Come on, this time should intervene Gzaar a thoughtful voice! Do not panic. If it was true, it would take much more.
_ How are you, Jaheira asked intrigued.
_ Well, the necromancer began, work experience, it takes time before launching a premium on the head. "Three days" is certainly a good time, but in this case, it takes at least after six days. I'll explain this in detail.
_ Cratubuc, growled Mantaron! I may, I am going to order a meal. It'll be long.
_ That's my reasoning, "said Gzaar after releasing a scroll. As you've told me (and I appreciate your honesty), you just Castle Tallow and so nobody knows you. Even with a good picture and detailed descriptions, it will not be easy to know who you are. You do not have obvious signs such as a scar.
_ Mantaron is obviously easier to identify, Imanienn replied with a smirk.
_ Exactly, "agreed Gzaar who had not seen the ulterior motives! Then, if the premium is to be launched in three days, hunting will start tomorrow instead. Buying new clothes and weapons, it will be harder to link with you. Exchange our sticks, it will be a thing done.
_ I have to get a gun tomorrow Bérégost said Balduran enjoying the ideas of the magician.
_ Excellent! As for you my dear, I suggest you take the arms of another deity.
_ I do not like it, but I have no choice, "said Imanienn slightly angry.
_ And finally, I have fun spells that can change your face and slightly tint your hair ...
_ Oh my cons, it is not cut short the priestess!
_ Imanienn is a good idea, "Balduran for Gzaar.
_ There is no question that black mage touches my body or any of my hair!
_ It's scary, but I'm sure it must be fun, "said shyly Imoen.
_ And it is so, enriches Jaheira eager for revenge to Imanienn. We have no choice.
_ Yes indeed, you do not even have the choice at all, "added Mantaron. "
It was darker than his habits. He put a pint on the table by making it resonate. Everyone had his attention. However, he adds no word. A cry rang out. The noise came rapidly in the hostel. A man had been murdered. Mantaron started drinking when everyone gave in to panic.
"_ This is ... You, Khalid asked sternly.
_ Force Majeure, the hobbit replied honestly. He followed us for long.
_ You mean he was watching us, "added Jaheira?
_ Absolutely hen he concluded, finishing her drink. He was responsible for informing his superiors. And luckily, I intercepted the message before it sends. Here, read this. "
Each took his turn at the parchment.
''The young man is now accompanied by four new people. They seem experienced and I left you a description on the back of this message. I will try to eliminate them during their meals or sleep. But nothing is certain. In particular, there a little person to me in the eye. I'll try not to close up my poison to take effect.''
"_ And he was right the guy says cheerfully Mantaron. In the words of my own mother, when you sense danger, strike first. It would not be expected.
_ Were you forced to kill him, asked softly Imanienn angry? I disagree with your methods!
_ I agree with you Imanienn began Balduran. But if he was still alive, we would have a lot of trouble. We now have an opportunity. "
Balduran asked for information to Khalid and his wife on the trip. As he had guessed, they avoided the reasons we had to want to assassinate him. Now he was back on the road heading south. The couple did not know that Elminster, their superior in the organization Minstrel, had taken part in this case. This was good news. The start is at dawn. But before going to sleep in the room booked by Khalid, Jaheira Imoen asked why was with them. Balduran had forgotten he was talking with his cousin in this case. The priestess told the truth. The pink mouse was a poor sermon the devil and the shame of his life.
Once in bed, sleep was difficult, if not stirred. Balduran took some time before joining the land of dreams.
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Acolyte
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Balduran Lavidah
Seeker
France
83 Posts |
Posted - 11 Oct 2010 : 16:02:30
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Chapter 3: The shadow and of the stars ore
The past coming back. Errors, failures, suffering ... So little is there in life Balduran she came back to haunt him. Yet he had forgotten with time. The echoes of all this trip was the death of Gorion. He had never been so sad her life. Yet no tears rolled down her face. A phenomenon that was yet so natural in its surroundings. And now he thought about since the age of reason, he never cried. While he was viewing his film, he thought he heard a drop down. Acute and transient noise. This sound came back. Balduran sought in the original. Everything was dark. Another fell. It was at his feet.
He walked on a lake with her reflection was clearly differentiated. But unlike him, he wept. It was the tears of the image that caused the noise.
"_ What, began Balduran ...
_ Or remorse or punishment, said the reflection. "
A silence followed. But his double spoke again after wiping the face.
"_ Oh my lord, you're so perfect. I am almost jealous
_ But who are you then, "asked Balduran? I know I'm in a dream. However ... I feel ...
_ You hear me, cut the other?
_ Yes, "replied the player.
_ Then added the reflection ... Is this a sign that I'm real? What I accomplished last night was perhaps even past ... Yes ... No doubt ... "
Balduran not understand. He thought he was delirious. After all, strange things could happen in a dream. Reasoning reflects a low voice. Unable to hear, Balduran called out.
"_ What are you mumbling?
_ Oh ... pardon my master, reacted with surprise image. I am not accustomed. I have always spoken well but you do not get along. I am a little confused
_ And me. Will you tell me who you are?
_ Excellent question! If I had to summarize, I would say I am your opposite. Funny is not it?
_ I do not know what's funny, "replied Balduran seriously.
_ True. After all, it's you who has a sense of humor. "
Balduran was intrigued now. He would have liked to believe he was crazy. But all this seemed more real than normal. As if he was possessed by a strange force.
"_ I know what you feel the master," added the double. Reassure you, I too am surprised. Do not worry. I think I understand. We suffered a psychic shock large enough to make us feel the same. We have a common goal.
_ What are you talking about, "asked the reader?
_ You know just like me. This weighs the merits of our bowels. We have instincts, a desire ... "
Balduran felt his blood for a ride. The other was waiting for a word he had guessed. Around him the scene of the death of his father appeared. Then came the image of the black knight is growing.
"_ Yes, that's it. Say it! Say it! That is our common point.
_ I began there ...
_ I, "corrected the double ...
_ No this is just a nightmare caused by emotional shock.
_ I want to kill him, the other ends with severity. "
The young man froze. The image was right. He wanted to kill Sarevok, the murderer of his father. What he felt in the land of dreams, he never had suffered. A deep disgust with himself as if his hands were red with blood. In his vision, he saw the dark knight fell to the ground. His eyes had lost their luster silver. Death. His double put his hand on his shoulder. It was no longer a mere reflection, but a separate being. Balduran saw his eyes. It was not his face. He expressed so much hatred and anger that he could be a reflection of himself. Faced with this appearance so sudden, he fell backwards.
"_ I understand my teacher, said slyly double. Finally an account, you're not really made for that. It must have hatred to kill or commit murder. I own and you do not. But fear not. I'm with you now. We will accomplish this fabulous destiny of ours. I'll help. However, I'm sorry, I really have no sense of humor. I have prepared a surprise that you will not love. See you soon ... my master. "
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Balduran Lavidah
Seeker
France
83 Posts |
Posted - 19 Oct 2010 : 10:29:48
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The double disappeared. Balduran awoke with a start as if he had taken a hit. He was sweating from head to foot and had a profound malaise. He had never done such a nightmare. So real and so painful. The emotional trauma was greater than he had imagined. Mantaron awoke in turn, dagger in hand.
"_ Blood damned who? Ah! It's you Balduran? Already the alarm? Seen through the window, it looks like yes. Well, you made me scared to death when ... Pétouchna bak (*)?! Ba ... Balduran?
_ What Mantaron asked the reader yet come.
_ You ... You, began the hobbit ...
_ Silence you two! I would like, woke Gzaar whose tone changed radically growl to the voice of honey ... Oh hello miss. "
He looked Balduran at that time. Then a terrible feeling arises. He found it hard to believe. However, it was the truth. He looked at his body ... a woman. He put his hands around which confirmed his vision. Then he groped a strange object to its size. No doubt it was the damn belt. Balduran put on his upper garment.
"_ Funny all this," said an air Gzaar flattering. You know you're cute?
_ Thanks for the compliment Mathias added ironically poor transvestite. But I prefer a man. "
He left the room with a firm step.
"_ In fact it's not so cute," added Gzaar disappointed. He kept the same voice.
_ And if we would listen to that horrible voice bellowing about being an adorable little girl?
_ Mantaron Good idea!"
Balduran knocked at the house of two young women. Imanienn he opened the door slightly.
"_ Hm ... It's you cousin? You're an early riser. I just get dressed. Imoen is still asleep.
_ Can I come in please.
_ Yes of course. But you ...? "
The priestess discovered the new apparent Balduran. She almost scream but she refrained. He entered the room and shut the door before others are attracted by what is happening. The couple Mantaron Gzaar and took the opportunity to stand guard and listen to an eavesdropper.
"_ What happened to you?
_ I think qu'Imoen had fun tonight. At least I suppose because I had put this object in his bag. And I do not think you're guilty. Imoen, you wake up. Needless to play comedy.
_ Uh ...? It's already time? "
The young woman sat up, rubbing his eyes. Balduran was surprised. She was bare chested under his sheets. He turned at once. Imanienn quickly gave clothes.
"_ It's getting worse and worse, breathed deeply transvestite.
_ It does not matter, Imoen replied a little more awake. That does not bother me that you saw ais. You're like my brother after all.
_ Except that in this case, you should say''like''my sister, "corrected the priestess angry. "
Imoen was confused when she discovered the change. She did not know what happened. Once dressed, she reached into the bag to check. The pink mouse was hard to defend in the face of such an event. Imanienn remained septic. She thought she would have paid attention if Imoen was leaving the room. And the clothes did not seem to have moved from their seats. Hard to believe she would be out half naked to make a joke too silly. The priestess rather think the hobbit for such move. A heavy complaint, followed by grunts got on behind the door. Mantaron launched a "Here! It attacks the smaller "who testified in his favor. Balduran was of another opinion. Someone else must be at work. He kept this idea to him. Because he remembered the last words uttered by his image in his nightmare. The last spoken. But it was impossible. He could not believe it.
Jaheira turn came in the room. Despite warnings from Gzaar Mantaron and she did not return. The change was so radical. Balduran face was more refined and fuller lips. Her eyes were almond shaped. Size, it was smaller and more rounded shapes. The semi elf compared with Imoen. The resemblance was striking apart from the hairstyle. Indeed, they had not noticed at first glance. Subsequently, the belt looked Jaheira cursed. She proposed slicing since it could not remove. Balduran but was not of that opinion. The risk was too great. He wanted to stay a woman all her life if this method does not work.
Hearing the desperate cries Gzaar Mathias entered the room. He offered his gifts spell to solve the problem. The reader was relieved and opted for this solution. However, the necromancer says with a sly grin as the cost of ingredients needed for the ritual was expensive. In addition, he had not produced him. They had to descend to the temple to gain access to goods magic of the fortress.
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Balduran Lavidah
Seeker
France
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Posted - 25 Oct 2010 : 14:39:50
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"_ Welcome to the Chapel of Garl, warmly welcomed the priestess gnome. Do you need my services and those of my god?
_ Or .. Yes Mirrorshade Dame, said Khalid. ... We need product to break a spell. "
She invited them to follow her into the back room. His temple was magnificent. The shining light room. The walls were painted blue, a soothing color. Several sculptures dedicated to Garl accounted magical objects and ancient symbols. Balduran was fascinated by such works. He even lost the reason for his presence here. The library books were a fount of knowledge. But compared to this contact, it was exceeded. This visual approach and offered more spiritual experience than just a study made by a third person. Then he crossed the threshold of the store, Balduran was a step back. Sound of broken pottery had surprised him. Something had fallen from the upper arch of access. He froze when her eyes rested on a hidden sculpture.
"_ Oh by Garl, you do not miss, worried the little priestess. This is the first time this has happened.
_ This ... This symbol, said Balduran amazed ...
_ That this is a very serious voice for a woman. What ... What Garl GOLDSHINES protects us, "exclaimed Gellan Mirrorshade! This is a bad omen! "
Everyone should return in the first room to see what was happening. Gzaar screamed when he saw the symbol in turn. He prayed on his knees. Khalid did not seem surprised. But he answered provocative look at the smiling skull.
"_ On ... The arms of Bhaal, said the half elf in a serious tone. It was not destroyed during the conversion of the temple.
_ I'm really confused, panicked the gnome. Yet I was sure everything was ... Well, I thought ...
_ Do not worry gellan Jaheira should intervene. We will not tell anyone. And I'll get rid once and for all. "
She took her walking stick and put it on the skull. Cracking the stone and sculpture strangely fell apart. The necromancer stood a moment behind. There was no doubt that this god frightened at the highest point. Yet this divinity was dead now almost twenty years.
"_ Balduran, Imanienn, what have you, Jaheira asked?
_ It began the young woman ...
_ This is not the first time we see this symbol, completed Balduran of-factly.
_ Oh ... Oh, interrogated Khalid?
_ I also saw him, "added Imoen. Many books mention it: Bhaal Lord of Murder. One of the three evil gods who fell in the year 358 AD. Or eighteen years ago, the year of the shadows. Grand Alaundo wrote a prophecy about him, I think.
_ We know Imoen, Balduran said. But Imanienn and I've seen this symbol before yesterday evening. This is the coat worn by the black knight. "
This revelation surprised the pair of semi elf. The man who killed Gorion was therefore a supporter of a dead god. That enriched the mystery. Jaheira was particularly worried. She was the type to believe in omens. Unable to ignore it, she asked to speed to perform the ritual of issue to hit the road. But the necromancer was still paralyzed. Mantaron took out a dagger to wake his colleague. Method painful and humiliating, but effective.
After a few minutes Balduran had become a man. Then proceeded to Gzaar his spell of illusion to change the face of the three sought. Imanienn could not refuse. Jaheira had offered as the sole option of wearing belts. When they left arm in a friendly, the sun was not up yet.
As expected, they avoided the road to go down south. The semi elf proved an excellent guide. She knew where she was warned in advance and each obstacle. Mantaron was the most tough to follow, unlike Gzaar who did not appreciate this kind of way.
Khalid Balduran questioned about the symbol of the dead god. But the half elf does not know much about this deity. He only remembered his former opponents who wore the emblem of Murder. Fearsome fighters. Many were professional assassins. Since the end of Troubled Times, the majority of supporters had spent the gun left or joined the order of Cyric, the successor of Bhaal. The reader then asked if he knew the prophecy of Alaundo. Khalid was completely unaware of the existence thereof. He was not alone. Few people had the right to consult the works of Castle Tallow. Much less those who read the prophecies. On the other hand, even Balduran not remember the poem. It was only when Imoen had mentioned that he remembered having read it. Besides, he kept for himself the date of last visit. Just three days before the attack murderers. The famous book pierced. He was ashamed. Usually he would never have been so distracted. This detail should not have escaped him. In order not to disturb his companions, he did not pursue the conversation.
The trip went smoothly. However, others were less fortunate. A caravan was attacked by robbers.
Bérégost was once a simple peasant village under the supervision of a school of magic, three hundred years earlier. The founder of the city was the magician Ulcaster, a powerful conjurer of renown. He had many disciples from all over the Sword Coast. He incurred the wrath of competing magicians. The Calishite, sorcerers of the kingdom of Amn, were terrified of the powers of this school and they declared war. The city was destroyed and disappeared Ulcaster at that time. Subsequently Bérégost continued its expansion to the West Coast Way, abandoning the hills Sheep. To pay homage to the remains of the ancient battle, the city named his tavern Magician Ardent.
Although there was a board of five members, the governor Bérégost, Kelddath Ormlyr, reigned supreme in his town and he was not short on proposals for improvements in agriculture, trading or urban development. He was also the High Priest Lathander (*) and his troops for the protection of the temple also ensured the maintenance of order in the city. He had two notable allies to carry out this onerous task Thalantyr the magician, a conjurer of great reputation and farrier Taërom ''Scoldhammer''Fuiruim.
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Unlike Arm Friendly, Bérégost was a real village much larger. The buildings identified many places. The streets were lively. Some traders took advantage of the call to do business. The Inns were particularly popular. Time passed and night fell. Khalid suggested that everyone go shopping while he would seek a place to sleep. Tomorrow would be a longer trip. Balduran Imoen and stay with him while Jaheira accompany Imanienn Lathander the temple to get a shield. Mantaron Gzaar and tried their hand to extract information.
The half elf chooses a luxurious place. Hostel Felpost which was named after an aristocrat and founder of the institution. Imoen fell in love after tasting a cheese bread. Balduran was slightly surprised by the choice of Khalid. This reassured by explaining that a fugitive would never seek such a place. But the young man did not notice. The robbers were interested to wealthy individuals.
Once the reservation completed, Khalid led them to the forge at the other end of Bérégost. They met lots of people on the road. What they noticed the most was a patrol of the militia who had arrested a gloomy bard. This man had tried to assassinate honest traders. Apparently, the city was safe unlike roads. Balduran Imoen and felt an unpleasant smell and unidentifiable and stopped nose. They had arrived at their destination.
"_ But it is unbearable, the girl balked! Even my father, it does not feel as bad!
_ I do not know ..., "said Khalid a little disturbed by the smell. Me too ... if I'm surprised. Entering. "
He knocked at the door. Person. He knocked again much louder. It was a terrible noise in response. The half elf was startled and stepped back. A thick greenish smoke came out of the chimney and windows. The stench was stronger. More likely it came from the forge. A group of three individuals left in tears and gasping despite their thick handkerchief linen. A last man left. He was a giant bearded and brown hair. Her skin was tanned. The giant took a step forward towards the well sure where he pulled from the water. He poured the entire contents of the bucket, laughing triumphantly.
"_ Uuuah! Congratulations kids! We did it!
_ But at what price, "said one of his craftsmen throat hoarse.
_ Stop complaining, "roared his master! I grant you that evening. Tomorrow we go back to work! Scat! Take a bath. Your women are waiting for you. "
And they departed quickly. The giant looked at his forge letting out a thick green smoke. The grim spectacle does not demoralized. He was really happy. Then he saw that he had the visit.
"For my master Chintura _ but not Khalid? And accompanied
that! So scum, your last blade is still hit or you need to fix it?
_ Good evening ... Taërom. I have not come to me, but ... for my protection. Jeez, what that feels like this?
_ Oh a lot. I found a way to make iron ore more Nashkell drinking. It's long to explain. But back to business. They want what young people? Buy engagement rings? One of my assistants is a good silversmith if necessary. "
The two began to blush at the words. The blacksmith ria again face such a spectacle.
"_ No ... not really Taërom, Khalid replied with a smile. We just take an old order.
_ Oh! Good will, the surprised colossus? I do not recall an order for the lovebirds. I updated Khalid.
_ I come from Dan Whinthrop master blacksmith, said Balduran. Former bounty hunter Dan Fury. "
The farrier lost his smile. It seemed that he had spoken of the dead. He looked the young man with great seriousness. Before adding anything, he invited them to his forge. Imoen shivered.
"_ You're kidding," she said?
_ The jokes kid had before. If you want your order, you have no choice. Otherwise, go!
_ You can stay outside Imoen, proposed Balduran. This case does not concern you. You do not have ...
_ You either, the young woman replied curtly! My father paid the man. No need to enter this hell.
_ Dan left me their most valuable after you. Spend two minutes will not kill me. And then ... It seems Taërom want to discuss in private.
_ As you wish. I'll wait. But make sure I did not like his last remark.
_ It's not bad for someone ... Imoen, Khalid added. I'm sure he has a good reason. "
The two men entered. The smell was hardly bearable. To top it all, Marshall closed the windows. Balduran saw that the origin of green smoke came from the main path and he kept his distance. The man opened a door hidden in the ground and he pulled out a trunk imposing.
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Posted - 24 Nov 2010 : 10:57:47
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"_ You know kid, I still remember the day when Dan came home. At first I thought it was a bad joke. A legendary bounty hunter who wanted to become a blacksmith. "
Trunk open, it took a long sealed box with chains. He continued his story by getting the tools.
"_ In six months he became a craftsman acceptable. But despite its good intentions, fail to address the rank of master. Seeing his failure, he turned again to me. His real goal was to create a weapon from an ore came from the stars. He then told me the job that nobody else could do. Not even a dwarf, he said proudly while attacking the strings at once pliers. I had never seen a metal as strong. Even with my talent and my experience, I could not even melt it or give it another form. After years of testing, I discovered the weak point of the steel. It should combine a low heat and continuous, a titanic force and especially the energy of the sky: lightning. I had to ask why a seal of Talos on my hammer to make this work. "
The box when opened, the blacksmith took the gloves before removing the blade. She was tall and looked like veined wood. Its color was blue silver. She had only one side edge with the tip slightly curved.
"_ I beat the steel hundreds of thousands of times before it reveals its true nature to me. I think she was delighted. The lightning was his weakness became his ally. "
Taërom Fuiruim held out his hand. He claimed the missing piece. Balduran understood and gave the guard his master had given him. The blacksmith stared for a moment the other half in admiration. If the blade was the centerpiece of the sword, but his guard, she was nothing. For him, this second part of his work was worthy. He complied for final assembly.
"_ Now, it remains only to test its sharpness. "
The blacksmith came from an old anvil. He placed a steel block. Without the slightest hesitation, he struck a blow. Balduran and Khalid retreated against the shock. The bullion was stolen in two bursts in the forge. The anvil let out some smoke and a sparkling strident complaint.
"_ Perfect," said the colossus by putting the sword carefully on the table and picking up a long steel bar. Now, boy, back to our business. You came to my greatest work just by believing that Dan gave you his blessing? He might have paid a fortune, I will not allow me to leave to just anyone. If you think you're worthy of my own greatest creation that even the gods would it take over my body.
_ Tae ... Taërom exclaimed the half elf surprised! You do not go anyway ...
_ Do not meddle in this story my friend!
_ But .. "
Balduran intervened. He looked at the blacksmith in accepting the challenge. Khalid disagreed. He grabbed the young man's shoulder.
"_ Do ... Do not do it my boy! Taërom Scoldhammer is able to defeat a bear in one shot. You ... you saw what he is capable, showing half a block.
_ Khalid, I need this sword for two reasons. It is my heritage. I can not betray the trust of Whinthrop master. And also ... Balduran set a time to choose his words. It will help me to defend myself if one day I recrosses the Black Knight. "
In reality, he wanted to say fight the killer father. He held his hatred upon at the last minute. He would not give in to rage and fight. Because the giant was not his enemy. Just an obstacle, a challenge. Wanting to prove his value, he advanced towards Scoldhammer, Gzaar stick in his hand. This provoked him again asking him to approach. Balduran charged with suspicion. A blacksmith was certainly not an expert in weapons they forged, but it should not underestimate its strength. The young man was conscious and began with a feint. His opponent responds. He took the opportunity to launch a spell in materializing a projectile in an instant. The giant grabbed the entire hand is protected by his thick leather gloves. He replied immediately. Balduran had no time to dodge the attack and para. Big mistake. The steel bar was not a simple metal rod, but an enchanted weapon like a stick of necromancer he had. He paid the price for his mistake. He was unarmed when he confronted as the Black Knight. This scenario had him panicking. This time he stood without injury. Even in great shape, he could not face a titanic force.
"_ You lost your right to property. Sweet dreams kid. "
The colossus wields his stick so fast that the young man could not respond. He shot a quick gesture. Balduran was almost frozen. His hopes went up in smoke. Yet he could not give it up. He crossed his arms to block the shot. He was hurting, but he was still conscious. The blacksmith had not used all his strength since he wanted to knock him out. Seeing this last burst of strength, Taërom took his weapon with both hands and ran as if he had his hammer. The rash had not even had time to change custody and cash the same way. This time the shock caused him to fall to the knee. Khalid was about to intervene.
"_ What folly," said a saddened tone the farrier. I had to break your bones. I must admit you're not brave to face screaming with pain. But everything is finished. My latest sign the end and ...
_ There will be no last stroke master blacksmith. "
Before he could take any action, Balduran rose suddenly and threw a fireball from his hands. Taërom received the full force and fell back. Fate had singed the beard and rang. The young man seized the moment of distraction to take his gun and had the neck of his opponent. Taërom had lost. He closed his eyes and laughed.
"_ Bravo kid. I am defeated. You are truly worthy of Dan. Boy ... more doubt? Hey ho kid? "
Balduran had lost consciousness. The fireball had exhausted all its resources and deprived him of his spiritual strength temporarily.
"_ Poor kid," said the blacksmith, who had caught in his fall. He's suffering like a martyr before falling into the apples. Better to take him to the temple Lathander to his arms. I will pay for care.
_ A ... Wait Taërom, intervened Khalid surprised. Look at his forearms ... No brand. "
This was strange indeed. The Colossus was certain he had fractured bones. He had felt. So how is it that there is not any bruising? Balduran had he known fake with a spell? He alone knew.
He awoke an hour later in his room Feldpost. Imanienn watched at his bedside and had brought a packed lunch. His cousin turned his head toward a cabinet. Before it was filed the famous sword.
"_ It is really beautiful, co
usin," she said with a smile. But next time, try not to make too many stupid things to get what you want. Especially for a weapon. "
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Balduran Lavidah
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Posted - 30 Nov 2010 : 09:49:56
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Chapter 4: The festival Nashkell
He was barely twenty-one hours when Balduran left his room. He could no longer go back to sleep. Jaheira Mantaron and having fun in the tavern Magician Ardant. He went to join them.
The streets were lit by lanterns. Unlike the day Bérégost is much less animated. In strategic locations had bards, dancers and musicians swirled attracted the populace for their livelihood. Apart from that, people went home or headed for the tavern. The young soon to arrive at their destination. The atmosphere got along several blocks. Balduran saw something that intrigued him. Richly dressed women, especially beautiful waiting at the entrance of the building. Curious about the staging, he asked one of them why they were there. Amused and seeing that she was dealing with a novice, the lady explained with a smile. All women offered their services to share their evening with noble lone traveler. Men usually do not like sleeping alone. The presence of a lady was always appreciated for a pleasant night. Balduran realized he was dealing with a kind of business. He thought it was a custom in normal civilized people even though he had never read any history in the library of Castle Tallow. However, he refused the proposition that the nice lady offered him. His current situation does not allow him to get ready for this type of experience.
Inside the tavern, he found Jaheira. Like last time, she participated in a game and won this time in five chopper. But he abandoned this atmosphere for another. He recognized by far the blacksmith and his disciples. At a large table, they seemed to celebrate an event. When Taërom saw the young man, he invited her to join him.
"_ Oh oh, boy! Delighted to see you in great shape! You are quite sturdy. I had a scare earlier.
_ We could have avoided if you had not wanted to test myself, "replied Balduran smiling. On the other hand, I've put a good beating.
_ It is he who ... ... you beat boss asked one of his craftsmen drunk?
_ He did not really beat, "corrected the Colossus! It just surprised me. In addition it was not really a fight.
_Bravo Small, cunningly added another one! We will say that the invincible giant Bérégost meet stronger than him.
_ You're gonna be famous, finished last. What is your name that we can start the rumor. "
The young man hesitated. Then he gave HADIVAL Balduran''unwilling''we can identify with his real name. The three craftsmen began to laugh. His name was well known in the kingdom and the Sword Coast. Indeed, it was one of the legendary sailor who founded the city of Baldur's Gate. They said that his parents had not chosen the easiest to wear. Then they raised their glasses and demanded the attention of everyone. One of them announced the victory of the young man on their boss. Everyone looked Taërom a daze. Then they laughed in chorus. The blacksmith took the right side. But he still shut his assistant in the grabbing by the scruff of the coup and rubbing her head. Balduran wanted to change the subject and asked what they were celebrating before his arrival. The Colossus finished his drink and watched with a grin.
"_ It is true that to where you come, you should not be too aware. I suggest you go back home. I reassure you that this does not hit you over this time. "
The young man accepted. When they left, he saw that Grondemarteau was popular with prostitutes and, subsequently, respected by the citizens. Once the forge, they resumed the discussion.
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Posted - 11 Dec 2010 : 17:12:19
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"_ You see the ingot, he said, picking up one of two songs previously fallen. The metal comes from mines Nashkell. He was treated by me. Now look at this, "added he, taking another. As you can see, the non-treated steel is more dark and cracked. It is still usable in all areas of steelmaking. However ... "
He dropped to the ground. The slug shattered like a china plate vulgar.
"_ It's really the same ore, Balduran surprised.
_ Ah yes, "pissed Taërom. In recent months, the main producer of this kingdom does this rotten ore. I have exhausted my stock of pure ingot due back incalculable. But today I found a way to make it look correct. This will allow me to restart my market.
Except that in this case, the treatment cost me is almost as high as buying a good steel. And yet, I'm about to beat all my competitors. Apart from the Iron Throne.
_ The Iron Throne, Balduran repeated thoughtfully. This is the famous guild of Commerce has extended its empire across Faerûn.
_ You seem to know, "observed the blacksmith.
_ Yes, one of their leaders especially, Rieltar Anchev.
_ A great man he is, remembered Taërom before resuming the discussion. Anyway, they have firmly keep convoys and they are able to supply the realm of pure iron. It is thanks to them that the war has not broken.
_ The political conflict between Baldur's Gate and Amn, remembered the young man. I ignored it revolved around the iron. But seen from another angle, if the country has no pure ore, its military power is at a disadvantage.
_ You have a good reason. But going further. Do you know she belongs Nashkell kingdom?
_ The city is on the guardianship of Amn. But ten years earlier, the city of Baldur bought the mine after dewatering of the main kingdom. According to the treaty ... By the gods, I begin to discern the problem, "exclaimed Balduran!
_ Yes, sighed deeply, the blacksmith. The grand council of the Gate Baldur Amniens accused of having sold mine accursed. Of course, nothing has been said officially. It should not scare people. We're lucky that a rumor is circulated. But the problem is growing. The banditry has plagued the kingdom has weakened. Amn and sees a gap.
Now I'll tell you a secret. What will be said now is not out of here. "
Balduran saw that he had the same look solemn when he pulled the sword. He thought for a moment before accepting.
"_ Very well," continued Taërom. My real mission was not to make the steel Nashkell pure, but to prove that it was contaminated. Green smoke you saw is a kind of fever for metals. A poison that is added during extraction. Now that I have proof, my bosses will be able to send a team to continue the investigation.
However, all this will take time. That's where you'll be able to intervene. "
The drive was all ears. This was going to give him was anything to go into the mine and find the origin of the scourge. A mission of high importance.
"_ I know your problems Balduran LAVIDAH," added the smith, saying the true name. Khalid told me. He has already agreed to help me. But he and his wife will never succeed in both. Despite your lack of experience, I know what you're capable of. I want to go with them in the mine. You must by all means to convince them. The future of the Sword Coast depends on this mission. "
The giant looked at him. The favor asked him was unexpected. Balduran was aware of the danger and importance of such a mission. He hesitated a long time.
"_ You're afraid," asked Taërom?
_ No, "replied Balduran. Or at least not for me. If I rise, rumors circulate about me. What I experience can become a potential target. And I do not want.
_ In this case plays this argument. Do you think we will try to assassinate a hero of the Sword Coast? "
The young man began to glimpse the idea of the colossus.
"_ Of course, people looking for you can better identify. But they will hesitate to attack you. The killers of hero does not grow on trees. It's a chance for you to grasp. "
Balduran viewed the scenario. It was dangerous, but the game worth the candle. However, being a hero does that protect the weak and prevent the arrival of more powerful adversary. He left Taërom Fuiruim saying he will in due course. The hardest thing would be to convince the pair of semi elf.
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Posted - 17 Dec 2010 : 09:58:41
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That night was less agitated than the last. The alarm was yet more difficult. The sun had not risen that the group had already started their journey on the road from the exchange. They left the track after a few hours away. Jaheira knew a shortcut that could save them time. Gzaar began to moan on his side. He bore fewer walks in the woods. In a mournful voice, he told one of his evil adventures. The necromancer nearly one day be devoured by a giant bear. The description he gave him laugh Jaheira. She told him that the bear was an omnivore that did not attack the men. The kind of animal that could be tamed into a circus. Gzaar was not convinced. For him it was a grizzly that had almost devour that day. The semi elf tried to reassure her a bit by saying that the only animals that could attack here were men. They had not worst predator in his eyes.
They made a stop near a stream. Khalid suggested that they rest for an hour or two before resuming their march. Thing that relieved the necromancer. His legs were not more. Imanienn looked at the map to locate. She was surprised that the river was not reported and it would reach to locate. Jaheira explained that the designer of the card might be a cartographer had extensive experience, he could not quite describe. Volothamp GEDDARM, the creator of the plan and mischievous magician, was a famous person who had traveled extensively. This man knew many people and wrote many books such as the famous''Guide to All Things Magical Volo''to give the magic within the reach of common people. The elf pointed out that semi Volothamp indicated mainly roads and places known. The card was designed for travelers who followed the Sword Coast. Forests and mountains were just appointed. It was uninhabited areas and therefore irrelevant. Only rangers and other adventurers knew what kind of way. Mantaron found it unimportant. He had accepted this path because it was a shortcut. The danger was only one obstacle to overcome. The spice of life.
Imoen freshened face, then cleared a few things. His bow was made by his father and seemed to have served several times. The rope and the handle were worn. Khalid asked her if she could use it when needed. The young woman replied yes with a smile. As proof, she targeted a tree and pierced not more than two arrows. The half elf was not quite convinced. He proposed to continue its demonstrations with a live target by setting out to hunt. Imoen stood freeze when she heard this.
"_ Khalid Balduran exclaimed in a furious tone! You can not ask him to do such a thing! Imoen has never killed an animal's life.
_ Yes ... Yes, I see it, "said Khalid. But ... But she decided to accompany us co ... knowingly. I wanted to know his determination. When you ... Balduran. Have you ever killed for your survival?
_ ... No. Sometimes I hurt people when driving ...
_ ... I'm not talking about fighting, "said the half elf. You ... You either you've never hunted to feed you. "
The young man lives in the eyes of a glow dark warrior. His question was specific. Unwittingly, he understood a different meaning. Yet it seemed that it was this answer he expected. The half elf had a gift of persuasion despite the problem of diction. -Test it? Balduran took more care in following the conversation.
The trip to Nashkell was more complicated in the second half of the road. The ground was rocky and they had to walk several hours in the dodger. Gzaar took out a strange object he held in his hand. A sort of cane he pointed to the sky and saved him from the rays of summer sun. Ridiculous, but very practical. By late afternoon, they arrived at their destination.
Nashkell was a small city compared to Bérégost. Built around a temple, the other houses were small. Even the little inn seemed rigorously. By cons, there was a crazy world. Hosting the annual tournament of the five events, the festival opened its doors. Northwest of the city, we could see more smoke camp. Many nobles were escorted, knight in armor and ceremonial magicians large schools. All eager to win a round of the tournament in order to obtain prestige and patronage.
Jaheira did not like crowd movements and proposed bypass. After a few minutes at the height of a windmill, the youngest of the group could admire the spectacle. Slightly downstream, hundreds of tents had been installed. Colors and emblems were distinguished during the sunset. Peoples of the world had come to this point of the Sword Coast. A rare sight to see at least once in their life. Imoen was speechless. Balduran was also in awe. But they were not slow to join this setting.
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Posted - 30 Dec 2010 : 10:36:36
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"Good evening gentlemen, ladies, welcomed a member of the organization. What do you want?
_ We are looking for the tent Saradush representative, asked politely Jaheira. Can you direct us to them?
_ Saradush you say lady, by searching its records ... The coat of arms is one that has a bear paw as the emblem of the goddess Waukeen, I think?
_ Yes, that one.
_I have Bad news. The steward of the kingdom did not send a champion at this year's tournament. There is no attempt on their behalf. By cons, we were given a letter for a certain LAVIDAH who had come looking for them. Does one of you?
_ ... It's me, "said Khalid with a smile.
_ Hm, I'm not supposed to take your word, "he added suspiciously. Know that we must take that person to the issuer of the letter. In case of lying, you will suffer the consequences.
_ ... It goes without saying, the semi outbidded elf.
_ Although three of you will accompany one of my horses. From the descriptions, a half elf, a young brown man and a magician with the makeup .... "
Gzaar was delighted we did is not forgotten in this story. And even when they made reference to his drawings to his face. The doorman asked one of his horses to come. It was a young blond man wearing a green beret who presented himself. His supervisor gave him the letter and they set off through the crowd.
The five events of the festival were reserved for human nations. Each of them were used to determine the champion in the discipline of war. They were so named.
The test of the sword. Armed with a long blade and protected by heavy armor, two knights faced off in a duel. Each round had a thirty-second attack to strike blows. Reported each key point. In case of dispute, the arbitrators chose the winner. Strength and endurance was the key.
The test of the arc. Participants had to hit a target more distant. It was an event where women excelled. Because it requires great skill, patience and excellent view. Which sometimes was missing men.
The proof games. The most coveted by all the knights. One who reported the most prestige. Rely on their horse, they had to break their lances on their opponent. Within three laps he had an obligation to win the most points or knock the other from his horse.
The test of magic. Certainly the most difficult of all and particularly reserved. Magician and sorcerer were to drop their opponent. He had three spells offensive and defensive spells of three imposed by the tournament. The use of another power was prohibited for security reasons. Strategy and intelligence were put forward.
The test of the pen. One that has most changed during the centuries. Originally, he had seduced the audience with songs and other poems. But the creativity of the participants had expanded the field with dances, songs, art cetera ... The originality and charisma were the weapons of the event.
Today was held the test of magic. A circular wooden arena had been erected for the occasion. The land was divided into four zones for eight fighters compete at once. This year was exceptional. Mages and warlocks never had been so promising. There were four favorites in this tournament. It was all a famous school of Faerûn. The two most dreaded Red Wizards were one of the Magi and that of Halruaa (*). Rumors were already talking about their final. Among the members of the organization, eight mages were referees on the field. They should check that the rules had been followed by competitors. Three judges notaient performance and decide on any disputes. And like every year for over fifty years, the famous among Elminster chaired the jury. On these sides, the representative of Reiltar Anchev Iron Thrones of Baldur's Gate and Xan Tethyr a high elf kingdom of Amn.
The guide presented the letter to the guards. One of them turned and went to the ear of the Archmage to prevent it. Elminster looked at him a moment with a smile and then asked the guards to let them pass. Three seats were taken. The three men bowed as it should be shown in person. And he gave them.
"_ I am happy to see my friends," said an enthusiastic tone Elminster. The journey from Arm Friendly happened without a hitch?
_ Yes ... Yes master, confirmed the half elf. Better than we hoped.
_ Okay, you see me thrilled. When you Gzaar sir, "continued the old man, I want to thank you for your contribution. And I'd be happy to spend a little of my time with you after the trial of magic. Besides, I think we approach the denouement. "
They all looked at the arena. In the last quarter, a woman exulted on his victory. It was the representative of the Magi Halruaa. While organizers prepared the ground, Elminster took the opportunity to introduce his colleagues.
"_ Here the enchanting Xan. He just Suldanessalar (*). He is currently accompanying her queen visiting the kingdom and who was elected as a judge for the trial of the pen. This lady gives us a tremendous honor. Xan, I present to you a few friends Khalid Balduran and Gzaar.
_ Forgive me for not wishing you good night, "sighed the elf completely collapse on itself. Because I think there is nothing good in life.
_ Ah ah, do not worry my friends, "added Elminster head when he saw the three men. The poor man has not only seen good things during his lifetime. He says things he does not think in reality. "
Xan was a very strange elf. He seemed physically depressed, hopeless, tired of everything. Despite its appearance, it perfectly fulfilled its duties of judges. What attracted more eye was devoid of its blade silver scabbard. It shone a light moon. However, even if the blade was forged very well could be distinguished deformation. Looking more closely, it was possible to see borrows a fist.
"_ To my left," continued Elminster, I present Reiltar Anchev. One of my former students. Today, a person's imminent Sword Coast.
_ Good evening gentlemen, "proudly replied the magician. But tell me, you're not the son of Gorion Lavidah young man, looking Balduran. As you have changed in six years.
_ That's my lord. I have certainly grown since your last visit to Castle Tallow, but I must admit that I use a spell of illusion to slightly change my looks, "he explained.
_ Yes, I understand, completed an air Reiltar saddened. I learned what happened to your father. All my condolences.
_ Thank you sir, "replied the young man.
_ Your father was once one of my best friends, "said the magician. We met at school the teacher said as he looked for a moment Elminster. It is thanks to him I'm in the place that I sit. As a token of our old friendship, I offer my services. I can provide an escort for your trip to Saradush. "
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Balduran Lavidah
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Balduran was happy to see that all his father's friends, many though they were nearly anything to help. The proposed Reiltar pleased him, he added that he would consider. For now, the final test of magic was about to start. The arena was divided in two. The magician of Halruaa had settled and raised his hands to thank the public who supported and saluted the judges. She was very beautiful and very young for a mistress of mysteries.
"_ Is that all you offer me. "
Balduran turned suddenly. As if someone had spoken. Khalid asked him if everything was fine. Young replied yes.
"_ What a farce. "
Again, reasonable voice. But still people. He began to panic. It was not even voice his nightmare Arm Friendly, however, this manner of intervention was similar. Then the cries of the public prevented from ear to lend more. The runner had just settled in his lap. He was a man in a hood and a bright red dress. A person who is particularly frightening at first glance. A dark aura and icy emanated from him. His opponent was not to be intimidated and she prepared at the time of kickoff.
"_ Poor fool, do not you see the defeat that awaits you? How pathetic. "
The voice was much more distant because of the brouhaha. Balduran but seemed to know where she came from now. Even if doubt remained, there was a strong chance that it belonged to the sorcerer in the red arena. A referee was wearing a flag into the sky. It started back at once and lowered his arm. It was instantaneous. The Magician Halruaa employed a lot of offensive push. But totally helpless about his opponent. It looked like the breeze against the hurricane. She was raised as a straw. His clothes were torn on the violence of the spell. The poor young woman fell to the ground curled up on itself in tears hiding his bare chest. His masters were rushed and tried to comfort her. The public heckling. Some cheered, some laughed and cursed the last winner for wearing such an affront. Elminster remained impartial. The lot was used regulatory and there was no cheating. The victory was so undeniable.
"_ Pitiful," exclaimed the red sorcerer pointing the finger at the prime Halruaa! You've disappointed! Where is your real champion? Where is Cydine Deanhaïr?
Edwin _ Shut up, "whispered his master!
_ I did not keep quiet, "he continued in a tone more supported! When you master Drakar. Do you remember me, pulling his hood? Tell me where it is? It was the face that I was involved in this stupid tournament.
_ Edwin Odesseiron, replied in a calm man called Drakar. I should have guessed it was you. You have fallen lower than I would have thought since you left.
_ Ah, ah, you make me laugh. You must now regret my talent!
_ I have no regrets, "continued Drakar. I'm just disappointed.
_ It was all his fault, "roared the red wizard. Where is she?
_ I have nothing to say to you, the mage ended in Halruaa hugging his pupil. "
The superior Edwin again tried to calm him down. He then took a violent spell that knocked him out. Seeing such a reaction, surrounded by the arbitrators in order to seize by force. Despite their numbers, he managed to escape. We continued, but without success. Edwin was now out of their wear. Gzaar looked at the trophy, a gold statuette representing an old magician, abandoned. It was a shame to leave it there for someone who does may never recovered.
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Balduran Lavidah
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Following the trip would take place in three days at the end of the festival. Meanwhile, the group would be accommodated in tents provided by the lord Anchev. They thanked him for his hospitality. The man replied that it was the least of it. After the interview with Elminster, the representative of Thrones would discuss with Balduran. He wanted to remember old memories and more.
"_ So like that," he said while walking, you had to join the family Saradush. I'm surprised.
_ Why Lord?
_ Well, he began searching in his memory ... He did not speak much of his family. There was so attached to reality. He had a sister and a brother. But other than that, I know no more. Where insignificant details
_ You do not really wrong, sir, regarding his relationship with his family. If Imanienn, my cousin had not been sent to Castle Tallow, I never knew he had a sister. It would countess. When his brother died during the Troubled Times in 358 AD. All I said was not really, but I guess that was my real father.
_ It has never revealed to you, Reiltar surprised?
_ You know something sir, interested the young man?
_ Oh ... Well ... I'm not really sure, reflected the old mage. But it seems to me that the name of LAVIDAH has played an important role during the creation of Baldur's Gate. I came across by chance during a search of the origins of the city. In one of the books left by the famous marine Balduran, I found a crew list. Among them, Edward Lavidah.
_ Yes, it's brother Gorion.
_ Then your hypothesis must be correct, the lord Anchev completed with a smile. Therefore he hath appointed Balduran the name of his captain. This seems logical. "
The young man loved to talk with the friend of his father. He had already seen twice in the past. Each visit to Castle Tallow was for trade with senior leaders. The library offered an ideal place for negotiations free from eavesdroppers. Balduran felt the profound sadness of Reiltar. Gorion loss caused a great void among his relations. The Lord swore he would put all the means necessary to find the killer.
"_ Oh, but we are close to the arena of the sword," remarked the old mage. My son must be currently practicing. He is preparing for the test. Do you remember him?
_ Well sir, "replied Balduran. Within days, he had allowed me to make progress in the art weapons, six years ago. Same master Dan Whinthrop said that your son will become a great fencer.
_ He was right. For you see, it already is, "he added proudly. "
Before them, four knights in armor surrounded fifth. All dressed in coat iron throne, the shield white reversed. A man gave a start signal. The group does not immediately charged. He wanted to take their number and wait until their opponent has the first shot. Something he did not. Seeing the time passed, they held their position with rage and impatience. Armor creaked. The looks exchanged secret codes. Then the law began to take a step forward and immediately recoiled. No reaction. At left, the Knight did the same. This time the solo bit at the bait and replied promptly. There was a touch followed by a parade. Both of the front saw the opportunity and attacked in a synchronized manner. Their opponent to avoid stooped and grabbed the arm of the left. He mastered both blades forward to using his arm again and then scored a sword. The man had reached the right blind spot and prepared to strike. He was stopped in its tracks. Few people could follow the last blow that broke the helmet of the latter. He fell back in terror.
"_ Well, it's that bad," said the winner's resonant voice. Chances are that you are one of my opponent in the final. "
He removed his helmet during a squire brought him what mop his face. Others helped them later to remove their armor and cleaned their equipment for tomorrow. Their leader seemed a much more imposing. Its strong muscles stood out better. He seemed old with his hair silvery white. The master of weapons had yet that twenty four years. His eyes were turquoise and piercing eyes. Her skin was slightly tanned and was not provided despite his scar fueled warrior. He gave some advice to his men, then he turned when it was called.
"_ Kore! Come here son. We have a visitor today. "
The weapon master advanced to his father while wiping his face. He looked thoughtfully Balduran but failed to identify him.
"_ This face seems familiar," he said softly. Who do I have the honor?
_ Balduran Lavidah Korévas Master, "he replied happily. I am the boy that you met at Castle Tallow six years instead. "
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Balduran Lavidah
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Posted - 07 Mar 2011 : 16:32:53
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The weapon master was astonished at the coup. He did not expect to see that person here tonight. After all, few monks who traveled to the Citadel.
"_ Well, for a surprise, exclaimed Korévas! You have changed so much in so little time that I hardly recognize you, "he added with a smile. But what do you do at the festival away from your monastery? Do not tell me you are the representative for the Castle tests Tallow?
_ Figures you my son who tried to assassinate four days rather Reiltar growled. And the next day, his mentor and childhood friend Gorion was struck by a black knight.
_ What a tragedy, "said the master weapon! Father, we can not let this crime go unpunished! Balduran tell me, "asked he, fixing it in the eye. Do you know who they were? "
The young man told his story in detail. The Anchev listened carefully. And in the name of the murderer, they reacted.
"_ Sarevok, slowly muttered the father ... The Dark Knight ... It reminds me of an old story. That of the mysterious man who had been here four years, removed one of our leaders.
_ So you know this man, asked Balduran?
_ More or less, "he said hesitantly. Apparently it belongs to the guild of thieves Shadow of Amn. We had paid a large ransom for this individual to get the prisoner. We tried to stop the pass. But he managed to elude us. This name was never reappeared until today.
_ It may be someone else, assumed the reader.
_ Perhaps, said in a neutral tone Korévas leaning against a pole. For my part, I err on the side that is not the same person.
_ Oh, my son, was surprised Reiltar. The description matches. Black armor and a sword impressive. Few people could ...
_ Unless, forgive me father for interrupting, stealing the shadow does not worship Cyric. And our man did not leave any blazon abroad.
_ Ah, there was a small mistake. It was not the coat of Murder Cyric .. But that of Bhaal, Balduran corrected. "
Reiltar Anchev was a step backwards in that name. It was even terrified. He put a hand on his chest. His breathing was more rapid. The old wizard looked at his son then the reader turns. Then he would fall narrowly overtook Balduran.
"_ Sir ! What happens to you ... that he asked, he worried?
_ Father, take you, "added Korévas one voice!
_ I ... Forgive me ... You can not understand, "said the old wizard who seemed to have cost ten years of a sudden ... This ... This god damn name ..."
He went slowly force. However, it was not really recovered. He asked his son to help them reach their tent. Balduran accompanied them. No longer able to speak, they let him rest. Korévas asked to drive a private conversation. He seemed particularly angry.
"_ I do not know why my father fell ill, but in the future, I pray you not to talk to him. We were lucky that nobody was watching us. Because if we learn that one of the leader of Thrones is afraid of a single name, we may unable to move for our customers.
_ I understand, "replied Balduran a little uncomfortable.
_ Good! I will make myself your escort for your trip to Saradush. I think everything will be ready tomorrow afternoon for ...
_ I regret Korévas, cut the player. But we have already prepared our trip. And we will not before the end of the festival. "
The weapon master squinted eyes. He was upset to learn that other news. Then he tried to calm down.
"_ I do not know your way out of the kingdom, but in your place, I'm wary. Sarevok This seems to be a formidable opponent. See how he has implemented your assassination. See how it terrorizes father tonight. And do not forget that he managed to kill your tutor. One of the greatest students of Elminster, the mage Gorion fingers sparkling. "
The look of Korévas was dark. Balduran was disrupted. It did not really know why. He left reflecting on what had happened. The response was a legitimate weapon master Yet such an aversion seemed fishy. The player tried to review his sleep all that had happened. His dreams were stirred. The latest events haunted him. He managed to regain his composure, however, unlike the night at Friendly Arm.
At dawn he was awakened by the noise of the crowd that circulated around his tent. It equips quickly. Because it was decided to act instead of flying.
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Balduran Lavidah
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Posted - 23 Mar 2011 : 17:50:43
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Chapter 5: Laugh crazy Cyric
Imoen Imanienn and had breakfast with members of the Iron Throne. They were joined by Gzaar and Mantaron. The necromancer asked where were the others. They did not know. A squire who had overheard the conversation had been an early start. Gzaar sulked. He wanted to talk again with Master Elminster.
Before the temple Nashkell, Khalid and Jaheira handed a message to the mayor requesting permission to inspect the mine. He accepted unconditionally. Any adventurer was welcome as it provided assistance. While the pair of half elf headed to the scene, they were arrested en route.
"_ Well, well, in a tone of joyful old man smoking his pipe with delight. I see you're ready.
_ ... Master Elminster, surprised the half elf? You ...
_ Oh, yes, "answered the question without waiting for the great magician. I want to put my two cents. And I must confess that this case interests me.
_ If you, master, decide to intervene is that the danger is greater than expected, Jaheira asked. Is not it?
_ ... Would it not be better if you stay close to children master, "added Khalid slightly worried.
_ I fully trust the members of the Iron Throne, said Elminster who drew his pipe. Reiltar being the best friend Gorion, I am sure he will take care of their protection. "
Seeing the old man's determination, they could not make him change his mind. And then he was assuring to have the opinion to his side during an adventure.
After half an hour of walking, they reached the mine Nashkell. Miners led the front entrance. One of them warned them that another group, composed of high elves, was there overnight adventures. But they had not heard from them since. And recently, a young man wielding a sword hovered nearby, supposedly he was waiting for friends. And these people came to join him.
"_ So even you, Master Elminster, have decided to enter the gulf, said Balduran biting into an apple.
_ I've heard that there is little time, thought the old wizard, looking amused Jaheira.
_ Be serious teacher, she was indignant face of such a staging. This is not a game! If you move because you were going to take the boy with us, he had to tell us right away!
_ Oh, but I am in no way responsible for the presence of the fiery Balduran. Actually, I am the first surprised to see him here and before us. It seems that nobody have to know. "
Jaheira was furious to learn that it was Taërom who had asked him to come. She vowed to make him pay when they find him. Khalid did not try to convince him to leave. He knew full well that as Elminster, he would not succeed.
Then a noise startled everyone. The miners came, pick in hand, from its inception. One of them shouted "This is another kobold vermin. They saw him run in haste dodging projectiles. The little critter finally entered a hole, having managed to escape the rage of the workers.
"_ But what is this creature, Jaheira asked with disgust?
_ A Kobold,lady, "said a miner with broad shoulders. The scourge of mines. These rodents dig tunnels everywhere and weaken ours. They cause many accidents. And lately, we see a lot. we kill a dozen per week. But the vermin breed too fast.
_ Wait, "interrupted Balduran! You're sure it was Kobold?
_ Of course he is Kobold, exclaimed in a firm tone, the minor! You think you know them better than me? You want me to show you their stinking carcass?
_ Yes, I admit, "added Balduran.
Jaheira did not think so. The sight of his creatures it was horrifying. Balduran but needed her to study them. Elminster Khalid and the observed.
"_ So, this simply as evidence, asked the miner with aversion?
_ Needless to angry master craftsman, the young man replied calmly. Jaheira, can you tell me if the carcasses are closer to the rodent or canine?
_ That's why you insist that I look at these bodies? I do not know what you think, but I hate to do that. Hm ... According to the teeth and nails, although they descend the rodent.
_ That is amazing, reasonable Balduran. Kobolds are descended from canines. Outside, we are dealing with a race, although similar to, different from what we know.
_ Wait, the infant cried again with a questioning tone!? You ... You say ... Well, it's impossible.
_ Oh no, Elminster said with a smile. It is true that there is a sacred likeness, but you've given us a detail that has enabled us to differentiate them. The young man was right. We are dealing with another species. Somehow, someone or something wanted to change the species of origin in order to be more effective.
_ I am no more, "said the worker lost completely. How I allowed you to identify them?
_ Well, you said they were numerous.
_ What number? This is always swarming vermin since I work in the mines.
_ Ten week, it do not change to normal, "added the great magician of your fun?
The miner would say "What ten a week? . But he knew even before taking a decision. Indeed, the kobolds had beautiful swarming mass in the mines, it was the first time he saw the same. Elminster congratulated the young man of his insight. If the hypothesis were correct, there was a relationship with these small humanoid creatures and poisoning of the ore. It only remained to prove it. The man with broad shoulders and was impressed to see that a simple detail could identify a major problem. But he remained septic. Life had taught him that quacks existed. He will begin to believe that when objective evidence is put before him. He let them still go into the mine. The first gallery was dark. Eyes put some time to adapt. The young man almost even fall. He had stumbled on a wooden rack of ridicule. Jaheira laughed. At first, he did not understand why. It was only the first lantern he discovered that his jacket was soiled and slightly torn. Balduran wondered how this happened. The semi elf explained that at the time to catch up, he brushed against a wall. He did not even feel. She advised him to pay more attention when he walked. Thing, of course, that was not evident in such a place.
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Balduran Lavidah
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Posted - 05 Jun 2011 : 16:02:20
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Elminster asked a worker with a torch. Then the direction towards the lower galleries. The teacher led his companions. Several miners cautioned. In the third underground kobolds did not hesitate to stone people who circulated and, fourth, access was closed at risk tumbling down. The great magician reassured by explaining that he was there to inspect the premises and help them against the shortage of pure iron. But one of the miners turned to him with a sinister tone.
<<_ You're crazy!
_ Sorry, questioned Elminster surprised?
_ You're crazy, "said the child sitting in a chair drinking. You're not the first to seek and you will not find anything. And like others, you will succumb. Enter time as you can!
Nicolas _ Shut up, "roared one of his superiors! These brave people helped us want. This is not a way to welcome them!
_ I say this for their own good, spit Nicolas immediately after coughing. Even you were there when they heard shouted. They are all dead!
_ What are we talking he asked the old mage?
_ A group of fighters elves came before you, "answered the child of a troubled tone. We heard a terrifying echo. We have not attempted to verify, but they probably have died.
The miners looked to the side. They felt guilty for having abandoned to their fate. But what could they do? Fear of dying terrorized. Elminster put his hand on the shoulder of his companion and said solemnly "Do not worry. We will help you and we will save these unfortunate people. The chief juvenile froze. A new heat warmed. He was willing to trust them without knowing why.
Meanwhile, the festival, Imoen was walking alone. She benefited his freedom to explore the conversations of the lives of commoners. The pink mouse did not lose his talent even nosy and wanted to refine it. She listened with one ear stealth what others were saying and whispering. She could even read lips. Tent to tent, Imoen fun in its own way. Then a few songs attracted him in part of the festival. She then discovered the last participants to the test pen.
<<_ Hello Beautiful.
Does the sound of Harp
Who made you grow wings
And laid thee before my white tent?
_ Oh, sorry, apologized Imoen surprise. I did not want to bother you.
_ Do not worry, "said the bard who carefully puts his instrument in a linen cloth. I finished my composition. But let me introduce myself. William Gavan, counter and troubadour of the Sword Coast. And you pretty girl? What is your name?
_ Imoen Whinthrop, daughter of Dan Whinthrop blacksmith, she said reverently.
_ Whinthrop's daughter, "repeated William with an air of semi surprised? The legendary bounty hunter.
_ You've heard about my father?
_ Well miss, "said the bard. It would be an insult to my profession does not know that August person. That is a lucky encounter. Perhaps you going to reveal to me become your father? For now though seventeen years since the legend does not count again feat.
Imoen was intrigued by the words of the bard. She knew that her father was known. William enumerated several feat Dan Fury. Stories she knew so little praise. Amenable to the game, she told the end of his father's career. The bard took a few notes easily. He paused a moment to learn more about the nominee that would be the heir Balduran in the art of the sword.
"_ That this is rich in information, Guillaume said proudly. If you have some spare time, I'll have to start some ...
_ Let me interrupt you sir. I'd like to ask this woman, "said a strange person in his back.
_ Oh no, "exclaimed William, turning! I like the story of my ...
The Bard became silent. He discovered that the mysterious man was not a competitor but a warrior armed with a large ax. He wore a look on his coat.
<<_ A ... A bounty hunter clan Black Axe, said William slowly ...
Imoen was good back when she heard a "bounty hunter". No doubt he had heard their conversation. Whether they are for fear of assassins Gorion, she tried to flee. She was caught before they have taken two steps. A little man hiding behind him before.
"_ Where are you my pretty," said a sly tone the thug. We do not want to hurt you. Just done a bit between civilized person.
Drop me _ Ruffian, ordered Imoen, struggling!
_ Kael, loose here, this time ordered the man with the ax. We've attracted crowds. "
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