Episode 2: Get a Haircut and Get a Real Class
Last time, Shepard and his party had accepted the job of one Renal Bloodscalp; a job to infiltrate the guildhall run by a scheming subordinate. As part of this infiltration, they were given a task. Steal the Weathermistress of Talos' gaudily huge necklace. The crew succeeded in the endeavor, but tensions have flared, and the group has agreed to split up for a day or two, and go their separate ways.
:Yes...I am very interested in that book of yours. (Come on, look away now.)
:Ah yes...that's a popular one with the kids today. They love their lich romance novels. They aren't even real liches though...they don't have any of the defining flaws.
Good, he's going on a rant. He won't be paying much, if any attention to his wares, especially his scrolls.)
:They don't have their souls in vulnerable phylacteries, they just regenerate!
:*nods*
:And they don't even practice necromancy and demonology...nope, it's all just flashy stuff. Fireballs, lightning bolts, and meteor storms...not even a horrid wilting or a skull trap!
:That is quite, uh, disturbing...*grabs a bunch of scrolls in a surreptitious manner*
:And that's not even the worst thing! The sun doesn't burn them, get this, they just shimmer in it!
:Truly it is a great decline in the high standards of novels with a lich protagonist, falling from the lofty heights they once occupied. *manages to grab an entire case of scrolls*
:Yeah! You get it! You understand my complaining! Tell you what, I'll give you a discount!
:That would be most appreciated. My, uh....daughter will be most pleased. Thank you very much.
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:Oh...great idea, sending Yoshimo to pilfer a huge portion of a merchant's wares. What happens when he finds out a great quantity of his merchandise missing? What happens when he calls the guard? Do you ever try to think ahead?
:And what is he going to say? Magic isn't exactly legal here. “Oh hey, Mr Amnish Soldier, my illegal magical wares were stolen, could you please go get them back? Pretty please?”
You need to think a bit, Jaheira.
*Yoshimo returns*
:You get em?
:Yes, though I don't know what you intend to do with them.*hands Shepard all the scrolls*
:I've got some plans. We'll all meet at the Copper Coronet in two days or so, alright?
:*nods*
:Wherever the hell that is...(Not like I care.)
Mundane fighting skill might not be enough. I need something more.)
Magic might be exactly what I need to be able to more effectively grab collars. I'm gonna need more firepower to fight Irenicus and anyone fool enough to follow him.)
:Hold on to your butts.
Montage time!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYaQgp8DFCk
Frustrated, degraded, down before you're done
Rejection, depression, can't get what you want
You ask me how I make my way
You ask me everywhere and why
You hang on every word I say
But the truth sounds like a lie
Live to win, 'till you die, 'till the light dies in your eyes
Live to win, take it all, just keep fighting till you fall
Obsessive, compulsive, suffocate your mind
Confusion, delusions, kill your dreams in time
You ask me how I took the pain
Crawled up from my lowest low
Step by step and day by day
'Till there's one last breath to go
Live to win, 'till you die, 'till the light dies in your eyes
Live to win, take it all, just keep fighting till you fall
Day by day, kickin' all the way, I'm not cavin' in
Let another round begin, live to win
Yeah, live, yeah, win
Live to win, 'till you die, 'till the light dies in your eyes
Live to win, take it all, just keep fighting 'till you fall
Day by day, kickin' all the way, I'm not cavin' in
Let another round begin, live to win
Live to win
Live to win
:One last thing to take care of.
:I just got a haircut, and got a real class.
Still haven't got my fighting skills back, have to hope I can handle what comes my way for a little bit more.)
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:What seems to be the matter here?
:Something's gone wrong at the circus.
:What? The lion tamer didn't do a very good job?
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:Welcome to the master Kalah's domain. To pass further you must answer a riddle.
:Always with the riddles, huh? Fine. Shoot.
Suddenly I feel much more experienced after answering a simple riddle...weird.)
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:Shit! An ogre that can speak almost perfectly! You must be one of the circus attractions!
:I'm not an ogre! This is just an illusion!
:So you aren't a circus freak?
:Well...um...not really...no...
:So what's going down here?
:Kalah! He...he..he's gone mad! I don't know how he did it, but he turned the circus in..into this.
:He was always just a silly gnome illusionist. Never even good at magic. I don't know how he could do this.
:You'd be surprised what people could learn about magic in a short while.
:Anyway, is there a way to break this spell?
:You would have to stop Kalah. Oh, you have to stop him before he kills anyone else!
:I'll see what I can do...
:Wait! There's some things you should know. It looks like there are peasants here b-but...
:I'll go pay those “peasants” a visit then.
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Can't fight too well now...I'm gonna need to try a spell...maybe a stoneskin spell. Maybe I can polymorph myself too. A sword spider might do the trick.)
:Just your friendly neighborhood man-spider here!
:That worked well enough. (I might not even need my fighting skills back...)
:Here. *gives the “ogre” the sword*
*the illusion is dispelled*
:Oh thank you. I'm back to my true form. Now, you have to stop Kalah! You have to find my Uncle Quayle!
Quayle? That name sounds familiar.) How am I supposed to find this guy? I don't think I know him well enough to pick him out of all the illusions here. You want to come along to help me identify him....or his body?
:Right, let's go find him then, and put a stop to these illusions.
Looks like I can use my fighting skills again. Score!)
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And not a moment too soon!) Werewolves! Watch out!
Huh, that should've been a hit...are these not real?)
Knew it! They're illusions. Can't hurt you if you know they aren't real.)
:Hey girl, the werewolves aren't real.
:O-okay...
:Gimme a sec.
:That should take care of them.
:Wow...you sure are good at magic. How long have you been studying it?
:Well, I started about 6 hours ago...
:Tee-hee...you're funny too.
:Whatever, let's find this Kalah.
:Be ready for anything...we seem to be close to Kalah's place.
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:Ah...I see my beast has brought a plaything. Good work my beast.
:I..I'm not...
:That's it. I've had enough of this. You're dead Kalah.
:Wha-AUGH!
:There's a new ringmaster in this circus.
:*dies choking on his blood*
*the illusion is dispelled; the circus returns to normal*
:Thank goodness. Kalah's madness is at an end.
:And it's all thanks to you..um...
:Shepard.
:Well, thank you Shepard. You saved everyone here.
:Have we met before? Maybe near Baldur's Gate?
:Couldn't tell you. A lot of shit happened to me recently...everything is a little fuzzy. We may have met, and if we did, it was probably on decent terms. People that meet me on bad terms tend to not live long.
:Er....right.
:So all this was that gnome, huh? *gestures at Kalah's corpse*
:Yes, though where he got the power...I couldn't tell. He was never much of a wizard. Just a silly circus performer who everyone laughed at. Pitiable, really. Anyway, thanks again for stopping that madman. Anything I can do for you?
:Gold's always good. I need some to rescue a close friend of mine.
:Wow you're such a heroic type, aren't you? Rescuing people, stopping evil...
:Sorry, but I don't have much gold. Reparations are going to be in order...I'll be lucky if the circus stays afloat after all this business. The barristers are going to take me to town for this...
:So this was all pro bono adventuring?
:Well...err....
:I know! I can go with him, and help him find his friend. I'm a good healer! I can help out! Really!
:I don't know if that's a....
:Uh...well...if you want to, okay....but I'll miss your...help...around the circus...
:Really, that might not be the...
:Oh, you're so nice Uncle Quayle!
Are they even listening?)
:Alright...come along if you want...uh...Aerie.
:This is going to be so exciting! I've never seen much outside the circus. Thank you so much.
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Alright, I've got to ditch this girl. She's got to have some issues. Way too clingy. Also seems like she's kind of the circus ride...Quayle seemed pretty jealous, and it's definitely no coincidence that Kalah made her into an ogre and himself into an ogre as well. I got enough shit on my plate without babysitting someone like her.)
I'll just get into a fight with some thugs, she'll see real combat, not illusions, and go running scared. I'll let her down easy. Perfect plan. Nothing can go wrong.)
:So, Aerie....
:ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL!
What's going on here?)
I can't control my body. Can't control my speech.)
Is someone controlling me?)
Why would they be doing this?)
They're...I'm going to an inn...oh please...good...separate beds...)
A dream? What's going on?)
This is one hell of a mind screw.)
Who's doing this!? Why?!)
:I WILL TEAR YOU APART SHEPARD, PIECE BY PIECE!
Who are you?! What do you want?!)
:I WILL SHOW YOU TRUE POWER!
No use. Whatever this thing might be, it ain't going to spill it.)
At least it isn't doing anything too crazy. Playing therapist for an emotionally damaged elf isn't that bad; I could be watching myself charge a nest of dragons.)
Yeah, you are pretty despicable. Do you ever stop whining?)
No argument here.)
Aw hell no...)
I don't like where this might be going...)
I'd love to go to those places as well...just minus one set of damaged goods. But no, if I get control of my body back, I'll likely be going from rape dungeon to sodomy stronghold for year after year, killing hordes of goblinoids, undead, and other assorted evils.)
This ain't good...)
AW! HELL! NO!)
FUCKING HELL! An amputee! A GODDAMN AMPUTEE! WHY?)
:I KNOW YOU FEEL THIS SHEPARD!
YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I FEEL THIS!)
OH GOD! THE STUMPS!)
This is some fucked-up, repugnant shit...I'll never forgive your ass for this!)
:RELEASING CONTROL!
:Wha-my body! I have control of my body back!
:That good, huh?
Sometimes I really hate my life...)
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:Yeah...bye...
:I am never going to the circus again. Never.
Shepard's crew separated, leaving him alone to focus on becoming a mage. After doing so, Shepard, on his own, investigated a circus under the spell of an illusionist gone mad. He put an end to the power trip, saving the circus. Afterwards, a young elf woman, Aerie, joined him and Shepard found himself under the control of some mysterious being. Who is this being, and what does it want? And what of Shepard's friends; how did they fare in the past two days? Find out (maybe) later in A Fistful of Collars!