Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

"Gralamin, send word to your son that I wish to speak to him."

"Of course, Davamros. Swift action is best." The wizard walked out, leaving the headmaster of the academy the sole occupant of the room. With his subordinate gone, Davamros began pacing the room. At intervals he would retrieve a note from a pocket and glare at it before stuffing it back into the folds of his robe.

The door opened in a soundless but abrupt fashion and a dark figure stepped over the threshold. His black tunic contrasted sharply with the brilliant red cloth worn by the headmaster. Davamros unwittingly flinched at the sudden entry but recovered his poise instantly.

"It is customary to knock."

"I crave your pardon, sir. Forgive me, I will not do so again." He paused a second before continuing, "You sent for me, sir?"

The conciliatory words seemed to enrage the old wizard. His face took on a hue rivaling that of his clothing.

"You will not do so again! Not ever to myself or any other living human!"

"No?" The young man smiled and took a step forward. "What is it that you wish of me? Speak, sir, so that I may obey."

The heat of Davamros anger seemed to dissipate, his demeanor becoming icy in place. "You will leave Thay and never return. If I, or any of the Red Wizards ever see you again, expect a very painful death."

"Your words wound me, sir. Have I done something to anger you?" His smile broadened.

"Go! Go! GO! GO!!" The headmaster began screaming and cursing in shrill and unintelligible words.

The black-clad man turned and left the room. As he left a student walking down the corridor took notice of him and greeted him in a mocking voice.

"Still lugging that stupid toy around, Flail? I guess idiots who cannot learn the Arts resort to carrying crude weaponry."

Flail walked by without a glance towards the other man. He turned several corners before coming to the main doors. As he opened them and exited the building, his father emerged from a room and stared speechlessly at his receding back. After a moment had passed, Gralamin ran to the headmaster's office and flung open the door.

"Davamros! Why did you let him go?

"It is for the best. Do not question my decisions."

"He's flouted our authority in every conceivable manner! Refusing to study our crafts was ground enough for punishment! But that is nothing compared to his most recent actions. Such abominable wickedness deserves death! Will you have a traitor - nay, worse than a traitor - walk away unharmed?"

"I have spoken on this matter already. It is not your place to contradict me."

"Ah. I see." Gralamin smiled and dropped his voice to a softer tone. "You are afraid. I think, that for the good of this academy, it is time that one more stalwart, more loyal to his duties, should sit in this office. Give place Davamros, I will take authority to myself." Gralamin was an archmage possessing arcane power unmatched by any in the academy. The headmaster was crafty though. The conflict was brief and Davamros, wielding a rod, felled his challenger. His decision held, and Flail left Thay without encountering trouble.

The exile eventually made his way to a port, where he gained passage on a ship. He knew that his life had been hanging on a thread. The only thing that had saved him was fear. Flail knew that he should have been dead and the recent events gave him much food for thought.

The mind is a funny thing. Nearly everyone in the Academy could have toasted him in a second yet they stayed their hands at the bidding of Davamros. The old fool had feared him needlessly, as he had not possessed any real power over the great wizard - merely an illusory one. It was fascinating how a few words could wield such power over others. A generous helping of truth seeded with just a few well-chosen lies had worked wonders.

Still, it would be best to gain some real power too. A future encounter with any Red Wizard could easily prove fatal. It was fortunate that the academy considered him such an embarrassment that they pretended he was a mere servant whenever visitors arrived. Because of this, it was unlikely that anyone outside of the academy would recognize him. Just to be safe though, a new home far away from Thay was desireable.

Four years later, Flail took up residence in Baldur's Gate. All was not well though. Rumors of Red Wizards circulated which disturbed him greatly. Too much time had been spent in idleness. Action was necessary and he developed a rough plan. First, he needed to harness eldritch powers to the fullest extent possible - a skill which he had merely dabbled in earlier. Allies were needed too. His idea was a bold and dangerous one.

A thrill ran through him as he worked out the final details. He would be literally dancing with death; certain actions would be near suicidal. Yet, he found himself looking towards the future with relish.

Journal Entry:

Today I encountered a drow. I was hunting near Baldur's Gate and was greatly surprised when I noticed her standing thirty feet away. Considering her boldness in walking undisguised where many people were likely to see her, she could have been none other than the much-feared Ne'Lleenya. Though not sure if I had been spotted, I chose to approach and greet her, a move that seemed to shock her.

I am not really sure what I wanted with her. I think that it was mostly a desire to know who she is and what motivates her. After having heard so many stories, it was interesting to be able to probe her mind. I wonder if all drow are so transparent? I learned much - including the knowledge that she has a gargantuan ego and an uncontrollable temper. I will keep this in mind as these are two enormous faults that could easily be exploited. She is also interested in information on a certain Red Wizard. I hope she intends evil to him. If so, I will gladly obtain and give her what she wants.

A man who called himself Ryokami happened along too. He is actually more interesting than the drow. He is far more devious and guards his mind better. We conversed together but despite his apparent frankness of speech, I am hesitant to take him at face value. Is he independent as he claimed to be or is he actually Ne'Lleenya's slave?

Note: Ryokami has great power. I have seen an impressive display of it. He could very well be strong enough to work with Ne'Lleenya without actually being forced into servitude.

Entry #2

Strange things are happening within the city. A Flaming Fist captain held a public burning of a dead drow whom he claimed to be Ne'Lleenya. Knowing as I do, that a regular Fist patrol could not have captured her, I proceeded to ask embarrassing questions of the captain. He steadfastly refused to unveil the face but a woman named Misti caught a glimpse as the flames burned at the hood. She was adamant about the body being that of a male. When I pressed harder with the questioning, all I got in return were lies and threats of imprisonment. Duke Belt even showed up to lend credibility to the Fist's claims. There is some conspiracy going on here and it runs deep.

Evidently I stepped on someone's toes. I along with Misti and her sham boyfriend Ujio were attacked while seated in the Elfsong, discussing the day's event. The first attack came from a pair of toughs, the second by a couple of strangely large magicians. Both attacks were beaten back but Ujio died in the first. It is fortunate for him that Misti had a valuable scroll in her possession and used it to raise him. It was a waste of a good scroll. Had I known then how annoying he could be, I would have killed Misti to prevent the spell from being cast.

Entry #3

More strange events are at hand. No sooner than I had survived the Elfsong incident, an uproar started over the arrival of a ship bearing Red Wizards. I hurried to the docks to see if I could learn anything useful but the Thayvians were rather unsociable. I was warned off by a guard who possessed the humor of a rabid wolverine.

In the end, the wizards did not obtain the privacy they desired. A large group of Iron Throne soldiers approached with unveiled hostility. Members of the Fist entered the area too - evidently in a futile attempt to prevent bloodshed. A couple of do-gooders thought that they could mediate between the two factions and started negotiating. Fighting was inevitable if a strange child had not suddenly appeared on the scene. The surprise of everyone quickly turned to mayhem and fear when the boy shape-shifted into his true form - that of an ancient red dragon. It seems that the dragon had a strong enmity with both the Throne and the Wizards and promptly slaughtered them after revealing that he had been the one to instigate their feuding in the first place.

The news had been far-reaching and had shocked much of the populace in Baldur's Gate and Beregost. The Red Wizards had openly assaulted Istari tower. The excitement generated by that and the following expulsion of the Thayans from the city and their new enclave inevitably attracted the notice of a man clad in dark armor.

As he mulled over the news, a smile gradually widened beneath his helm. The Thayans would be gone within two days time. Yet an even more appealing thought sprung to his mind: they no longer had the protection of the city. The opportunity to strike a humiliating and fatal blow against the wizards was too tantalizing to pass by. Yet Flail knew that he could not rely solely on his own strength. If anyone were to harbor ill feelings for the Thayans, it would be the Weavemasters. Without further ado, Flail made his way to Beregost and purchased a breastplate and helm of burnished silver color. It would hardly do to to ask a favor of the Weavemasters if his mere appearance proved embarrassing to them.

His visit to Istari Tower proved fortunate. Though Nahum was predictably unwilling to divulge information or even accept any offer of help, Baldur's Gate was the best possible place for Flail to be at that moment. An approaching Thayan army forced all able-bodied warriors to band together in the defense of the city.

For the great battle that followed, Flail kept always at the head Baldur's Gate's defenders. That no one questioned this or even disputed the occasional order that he gave was a testament to the might of the Red Wizard army. Spearheading a counter-attack was an unenviable task and few of the defenders were willing or able to withstand the onslaught of elite knights and massive war golems. Yet the silver-clad warlock did not falter. Even after being struck to the ground, he still found the stamina to take his place once again at the front for this struggle held promise for the culmination of years of labor and pain.

Exaltation filled him as he released blast upon blast of lethal eldritch magics. His attacks had their effect as the hordes of slaves fell or wandered in confusion. Bolts of negative energy jumped from one enemy to the next and sapped their strength. Even the massive golems proved vulnerable as streams of pure acid cut through their heavy iron plates. The innumerable dark dealings, pacts and countless hours of testing his power on the undead of the manor had brought Flail what he sought. He now knew that his power exceeded that of most Thayans. He had accomplished much in the years since his expulsion and took pleasure in every scream of pain that echoed amongst the ranks of his adversary. The tables had been turned and now he himself had become an instrument in the events that would end it the banishment or death of every cursed Thayan in Baldur's Gate.

The end came quickly. Before they even reached the Enclave, Arnoth Detrian made his final stand along with the now undead dragon Cinderanithalaxis. The battle was fierce but futile on the part of the Thayan leader. He fought more out of despair than any real hope of victory. Flail had the satisfaction of being the initial target of Arnoth's rage. Though the wizard's magic rooted him to the spot, the warlock had too much unnatural power flowing through his body to be seriously injured. His opponent was quickly forced back as a horde of defenders rushed up to attack and overwhelmed the man. Even as Flail freed himself from the holding spell, he heard the death-filled scream of Arnoth and smiled grimly. The subsequent fight with the dracolich was a lesser matter to the silver-clad warrior - a mere celebration in which he unleashed his full powers for the sheer thrill of the exercise.

The party finally arrived at the Enclave - or what remained of it. The once proud structure had been reduced to a mere smoking shell. All of its former occupants lay lifeless. Further examination showed the destruction to be the work of the Illithid: terrible creatures of the Underdark that feed upon the brains of others. Yet Flail took little interest in this unexpected twist. He had finished his fight. he had avenged himself upon the Thayans.

Once the examination of the Enclave ruins was completed, he separated from the group. There was little need to stay with them as his final task of his could only be done alone. His dealings over the past few years would inevitably carry heavy consequences. The victory was worth the cost to his mind but nevertheless, he now found it necessary to focus on the aftermath.

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Below is a collection of stories by various players concerning a notable event.


Near the bridge over the river Chiontar, Sir Valek Sunborn talks to Sister Abby Winters, discussing matters of the resurrection of Asmodea Kier. Several adventurers are gathered, minding their own lives, some chatting, some listening. Coming from the Coast Way, the man in the black armor, known as Flail, approaches.

Gazing at Flail with the corner of his eyes, Valek touches the hilt of his sword, sensing something unsettling. *Greetings* He says with a dry tone. The man in the black armor replies with a nod. A few moments of tension give others the feeling a fight is coming. Valek glances at the crowd around him, and has second thoughts about their safety. He stands back, but continues to watch Flail.

Conversations about a spider, owned by Flail companion, a tiefling known as Xellos have little room in Valeks mind. He keeps watching Flail, who, walking away, does the one thing Valek was awaiting. With foul words, Flail casts a summoning spell, and a powerful undead warrior is summoned. With haste, Valek attacks the undead warrior, as Flail flees to the South. After a few blows of his Justicar, the undead is destroyed, and Valek runs Southwards to pursue the summoner.

Sister Abby Winters, Desiree, and another unknown elven woman, follow him. But Valek cannot wait. He also cannot allow anyone to be hurt in the fight. So he rushes into the chase, finding Flail on the top of a small hill, South of the Coast Way. But the black armored man is not alone. He stands with a demon by his side. Valek does not falter. He charges, fearless, and maybe even reckless. Quickly, the others catch up with him, but the man is too strong. The Balor beside him casts powerful spells, and one by one, they fall. Valek still stands, but not for long.

Flail looks down at the holy warrior. His body damaged beyond the power of any healing spell. Another spell, even more terrible than the last one, and Flail turns into a massive devil. With ease, he picks up the dead body of Valek, and runs South. Only one witness remains standing. The elven woman.
Author: Zealote

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The day had been mostly spent in an innocuous manner. Flail had occupied the greater part of his day in clearing a cave filled with vicious hags and their progeny. The trip netted a few valuables so he and his companion cut across the wilderness towards Beregost to unload the goods then turned north towards Baldur's Gate. The night was quiet and they traveled far without meeting anyone.

"The roads are empty tonight."

To which his companion replied, "You spoke too soon."

Sure enough, a small group approached from the south. Recognizing one of them as the man Jonas, Flail spoke a greeting then continued north. Excepting that one encounter, they met no one else until reaching the campsite by the bridge. This however, was a meeting of significance. Sir Valek stood amongst the people gathered there. As Flail approached and greeted him, he thought about the many days in the past the two of took the same side of the battlefield. An amiable, though strained relationship had been necessary in those days. For the present, a broken, bleeding and dead Valek Sunborn would serve his needs better. Underneath the black helm, a faint smile gradually broadened.

This man fights with the sword. The minor magics his deity grants him are but a fraction of that which I have gathered.. I will set the terms of the battle and he will fall.

The two warriors continued to eye each other, yet they traded few words. The paladin grew more and more restless while the dark warlock seemed a perfect model of calm. Yet underneath his appearance, a slow fury was growing. Every word action and even the air around the paladin goaded Flail into decisive action. Turning to his companion, he sent her away with a few words then once again faced Valek.

"Do not worry. She will not bring the spider back again."

The response was anticipated. Flail knew the knight was concerned solely with his own presence even before Valek expressed lack of concern over the arachnid.

I cannot start a fight with so many around and the guard so near yet I will wait no longer to confront him.

In swift succession, Flail bid farewell to Valek, turned away and spoke words of summoning. A skeleton warrior materialized and animated at his side.

This truly is poetic justice.

As the enraged knight's voice reached his ears, Flail called upon his dark magic and fled with unnatural speed. Thus it was, that he arrived at his chosen battlefield well before the Tyrran could destroy the skeleton and catch up. Standing atop a hill overlooking the road, the warlock opened a gate to the Abyss itself. Using every second of time available, he cast many protections upon himself and the baalor that now obeyed his every command. Seeing the paladin approach, he finished his preparations and rushed down the hill.

The battle raged furiously but it quickly became apparent the knight was far outmatched. Flail saw Sister Abby rush up and heal the weakening knight. Refocusing himself, the warlock sent the baalor after the woman and caused his conjured acid blasts to arc off the knight towards the woman. She fell quickly and Sir Valek proved unable to withstand a renewed assault and collapsed.

"Stand back! Approaching means death!"

His words were unneeded. The onlookers backed off as he changed forms. With one easy movement, he scooped up the fallen man with a great clawed hand. It was evident that none dared challenge the man who had struck down such a valiant warrior as Valek Sunborn.

"So the rumors about you were true?" spoke a woman unknown to Flail.

"Perhaps," rasped the devil form.

Without further delay Flail trotted south. An unexpected complication arose in the shape of Jonas' returning party. Not giving the shocked group time to react, he skirted around the group. With the tireless energy of the Baatezu, Flail reached the ruins near Beregost far ahead of pursuit. Valek was deprived of his holy symbol and summarily disposed of within an old oven. Once free of his burden, Flail returned to his normal self and walked out of the caves. Due to swift traveling, he managed to enter Beregost well ahead of any alarm and thus all hope of finding the trail leading out was lost.

It began with a skeleton and thus it ends for him. He was overeager to confront his adversary.

A short laugh breaks the silence as the armor-clad man resumes his journey.
Author: Akavit

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Humans are strange. Lolantir en'i'ravan realised this the first day he had set foot in the civilised areas of the sword coast.

This day though....he realised how strange but how much chaos and strife often followed the humans. He had watched with jeuvanile amazement at the heroic fight between the silver man with the holy sword and the weapon named bad man. He didnt feel sadness or glee when the Silver man and his friends were over come, until everone began to cry and express sadness at the silver man being carried off by the weapon named bad man.

He may have been a stranger to this land, and his ways and thoughts might be hard to understand for most...but he was a living being after all...and being very young was still prone to emotional questions....

Suddenly, with the same recklessness he chided the humans for haveing,he found himself, following the weapon named bad man who had magic shaped into a winged "demon" the humans called him. The tracks were easy enough to follow, as he led the one woman who maintained her compsure after the fight...

He was so intent on looking out for the weapon named bad man that he had lost some sense of things, includeing leaveing the woman following him far behind. He figured, and he didnt know why he figured, that if he found the demon he could sneak in and free the silver man...even though deep down inside he knew that wasnt likely to happen since he had no....WHAM!.

The two goblins that had jumped from two different trees cackled with glee as the juvenile elf passed out from the force of his head hitting the ground.

"We gots his gold! Lets leg it!" the goblins screech as they ran away.

And thus the young elflings very "heroic" rescue attempt came an abrupt end...
Author: WhenWizardsWar

More stories regarding the same incident.

Valerius was walking north along the Trade Way with two of his friends, the paladin Jonas Rokranon, and the elf Te'alis. The weather was comfortable and the roads largely empty, and the three friends were enjoying one of those conversations about nothing that are so common between friends.

Jonas had had an errand to run in Beregost, and Valerius, lacking anything better to do, had decided to accompany him for the trip there and back (though, being outlawed from that town, he did not ever enter Beregost).

It was on the way back that Valerius and company ran into a pair of women that the tiefling recognized: Auriel, and Sister Abby Winters. Abby looked extremely distressed, and the two women explained that Valek Sunborn had been slain, and his body stolen off.

Although Valerius had had only passing encounters with the man, Valek, he owed Abby and the Church of Ilmater dearly for a recent favor they had done him, and he, without hesitation, offered his help. Though he did not say it, he was relieved when both Jonas and Te'alis, likewise, volunteered to assist.

Te'alis, luckily, was an elven woodsman, and a skilled tracker. Without him the mission would have failed within minutes. But with him, the elf tracked Flail's movements to an old mine near Beregost, overrun with goblins.

It was in the mine that things began to fall apart, though. Auriel ran off for some reason that none of the party understood, and Jonas followed, getting himself lost in the process. Abby, exhausted from her brush with death and her worry, fainted, and had to be brought back to safety. A woman who joined them on the road, Desiree, was the one who saw Abby to safety, while Te'alis and Valerius pressed on.

A sulfurous scent was Te'alis's only lead, and the pair followed it through the mines, into what seemed to be an underground complex of some sort, losing it and finding it again and again. With luck and perseverance, they eventually found themselves in an old kitchen, filled with rusting pots and poorly tended casks. Te'alis insisted that the trail ended here, so the pair began searching the kitchen.

Remembering a gruesome story he'd heard earlier, about a man being shoved into the ovens of the Blade and Stars, Valerius suggested Te'alis check the ovens, while he himself checked the hearth. Te'alis found the bloodied and broken body of Valek in one of the ovens, and dragged him forth.

By Tymora's grace, Valerius happened to have on his person a scroll of Raise Dead. And even though his studies had been arcane, and the prayer seemed utterly unfamiliar to him, his practiced enunciation and Weave working paid off in the end, when he managed to activate the scroll and bring Valek back from the Fugue.

Though he was dazed and disoriented, Te'alis and Valerius began escorting Valek back towards the mine exit. In the corridor, they met up with Desiree, who had returned, and then later, Jonas and Auriel. The group made their way outside, where they explained to Valek what had happened, and where Valek in turn noted that he was missing a prized possession, as well as a shield.

Valerius was surprised, but pleased, when Valek assured him that he would never doubt the tiefling's nature again, and he, with the rest of the group, escorted Valek north towards Baldur's Gate.

Just south of the Chionthar River, Valerius, Auriel, and Desiree all bid Valek, Jonas, and Te'alis farewell, each for their own reasons (Valerius's being that he was outlawed from Baldur's Gate), and parted ways. Jonas and Te'alis ensured that Valek reached the city safely, where he could hopefully recover from the shock of his brush with death, and reunite with Abby Winters.
Author: Maicius

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Desiree, crouched behind a rock shocked at the scene occurring before her eyes.

The man in black armor-simply known as Flail to most folk-had oft walked the Trade Way for many years. Desiree had seen him come and go over the three years she had been living on the Sword Coast, but she had never suspected him of evil on the scale that was happening even now.

She watched helplessly as Sir Valek Sunborn, knight of Tyr and right hand of righteousness, and Abby Winters, humble priest of Ilmater, stood before a Balor, summoned by none other than Flail himself. With one swipe of his cruel claws, the Balor savagely rent the physically frail body of the healer of Ilmater, and then focused all the fury of the Nine Hells upon Valek.

Desiree fired arrows at the creature, but they bounced harmlessly of of the creature's steely hide. Suddenly, a calmness overcame her, and she bowed her head in silent prayer Mielikki. She suddenly felt the power of the forest course through her veins, and she unleashed this power, in the form of pure divine light upon the Balor. Even this did little to deter it, though.

The creature continued to assault Valek. With every crushing blow, the valiant knight's own swings became weaker, and his shield sagged. Valek suddenly staggered after a particularly fierce round and leaned on his shield. The Balor seized the opportunity to at last overcome his prey, and aimed a ferocious blow to the holy warrior's exposed head. In that one supremely executed attack, the Balor knocked away that holy relic, Valek's Girdle of the Grimjaw, and cast him prostrate to the ground. The Balor only had one target left in mind-Desiree.

She watched in horror as Valek, now stripped of his strength and holy might, collapsed on that grassy knoll. Suddenly, with a single bound, the Balor scaled the distance between them and landed a smashing hit across her chest that literally sent her flying into a patch of nearby underbrush. But lady Tymora smiled upon her that day, for Flail no longer saw a reason for his infernal companion and banished him back to his lair. Grinning evily, he suddenly transformed into a demon himself and hoisted Valek's lifeless body on his shoulder, bounding off to the south.

Desiree, climbed back to her knees and watched helplessly as Flail's infernal form disappeared from sight. What vile experimentation would Valek be subjected to now? She could not let Flail leave to desecrate the holy knight. Suddenly, from the shadows stepped an elf ranger.

"Here, I saw which way the bad man went. Follow!"

Desiree nodded, and quickly gather her wits. She didn't know how she could stop the powerful monstrosity who now revealed himself, she only new the she had Mielikki's blessing. She followed the elf down the path to an unknown fate.... Author: MadComposer

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Te'alis pulled his cloak tighter and stuck close to the blood soaked knight. He could keep him safe he was pretty sure, but what he wasn't sure about is why this man needed protecting in the first place. He walked with a confident but measured stride, marking him clearly as an accomplished sword-fighter and yet here he was, being guarded by an slow old elf.

As they brought the man out of the caves and back to safety he couldn't help but think back over the events of the past few hours. They had asked him to track the man they called Flail but after some initial confusion sorting out one set of bipedal footsteps on the trade route he remembered a strange sight he had seen on the road only moments before. The man they spoke of wasn't in human form at all. Te'alis had watched him turn into a demon and run off. Checking the direction of travel he quickly came upon the set of tracks he was looking for and the chase was on. He refused to let these people lose a friend because he couldn't find a sort out demon tracks.

The tracks led south, further and further. He nearly lost them a number of times. It had been so long since he had tracked something other than a meal. "You realy are showing your age, old man." Once they got into the mine though, things got realy interesting. All he had to run on was disturbed dust. He was lost and confused. He led them down the wrong tunnel twice before it hit him. The man was using a demon form. He had just been teasing Valerius about tieflings smelling like brimstone. He bent low and sniffed. Sure enough, he had his tracks again.

Minutes later he was dragging a full plated corpse from an oven. "All in a days work." He grumbled.

And now here he was, guarding that same man he now knew as Valek, An outsider knight of Tyr's church. What a day... Author: MetroGnome


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It watched from the shadows...Red eyes enclosed in the blackest of skin.Its own shadows swirled and danced within the darkness as the master observed the spectacle between the light and darkness.There was no need to intervene,the darkness easily overcame the so-called holy man.It spoke few words as the battle ended and darkness extinguished the light,carrying it off into the wilds of the land.
"Another pawn falls...." Author: DM Haunted

Bounty Notice.

Posted on every street, alley way and gate into and out of the city and at key points through out the farmlands.

By decree of the Flaming Fist and the Dukes of Baldurs Gate.

The man known as Flail has long been suspected of evil intent and has, in the past commited heinious acts of malicy against the people of this region. The night past, he assulted many people on the coast way which snakes south of Baldurs Gate, where he slew many people and kidnapped the holy knight Valek Sunborn.

The Flaming Fist and the Dukes Council have had enough of this man and now offer a fifty thousand gold peice reward for the murderor known as Flail, dead or alive to be brought to the city in confinement and turned over to the authoritites.

Information on the mans where abouts is also worthy of reward, but please do not engage this man lightly, he is very dangerous and is known ot have many undead and infernal allies.

The notices are signed by the dukes and all the commanders and captains of the flaming fist and a rough description of Flails normally black armor and bearing are provided as well as a fairly accurate drawing.

Author: WhenWizardsWar

A large group of adventurers confronted the man known as Flail as he walked south on the Tradeway towards Beregost. Only the paladin leader of the party and a lone archer dared raise their weapons against the man. The others stood back and watched helplessly as the warlock cast down the knight who assailed him. Turning quickly to face the source of the arrows that had been bouncing off his mithril plate, Flail spied the offending elf and sent him sprawling with a single blast of pure acid.

Four people gathered around the fallen paladin and branded the victorious warrior with the tag of murderer. This unwise taunting proved ill to them.

"If I am called a murderer I may as well be one."

With those words he released a powerful spell. Three of the four dropped in an instantaneous death. The fourth ran away, alive but grievously hurt by the soul-rending invocation.

The rest fell silent and did nothing to prevent his departure.

Epilogue:

Even after the hefty bounty was placed upon his head, Flail had been reported many times as moving openly around the Tradeway and approaching travelers to converse. No attempt to capture him had been made since the encounter in which he had killed 5 people.

This brazen defiance of the law has apparently ceased of late. No signs of his presence have been noticed for the past several weeks, nor is there any indication as to where he may have gone. It is only to be hoped that he has met with death while journeying in some distant and dangerous land.