I've loved some of the latest posts and the creativity thereof, so I will make a contribution as well. Some minor spoilers ahead.
I was doing some hazardous investigating on the behalf of one Bjornman (sp?), when I run into a Drow named Drizzt. He claimed to need some assistance against some Gnolls that he was chopping in half at the time, with both hands mind you.I recognized his request as dubious at best. Also, an inner voice with many lives experience reminded me of who he was and how I had delt with him in the past. For the most part, experimentation asside, we would always part friends due to my view of myself and the world around me, and my fear of retribution ina latter saga. This time, I, and my friends were of a different ilk, not quite as pure as the driven snow. This time, I felt the inside of his pockets needed closer examination. In my past lives, all he had was a sweet +3 Frostbrand (that really wasn't a Frostband). I read in Candlekeep somewhere that he possesed greater loot than this. This time, I felt things would be different. After my supposed required assistance, it was time for my nimble fingered compatriart to do his buissiness. Surprisingly, the first attempt was a thing of beauty, the +3 Frostbrand! Being I have The Dark Side installed, I figure, lets experiment. Many failures.....but no hostility. Very interesting, but unrealistic. I continue with "the experiment" and discover not only another sword, but a stack of 20 healing potions and a stack of 20 speed potions! What a hawl! So I say farewell to Drizzt with a wry smile and the handshake of a ten day old fish. The only kind of shake I could muster with a shallow, shady performance like that. But as I look at the second sword's description, I hear laughter like thunder in the sky from the boys at TeamBG, just like out of some old Twilight Zone episode, the +5 Defender is only usable by good for nothing, goody-two-shoes characters. And I KNOW, I know that crime does not pay.
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\"Here once was light, that the Valar begrudged to Middle-earth, but now dark levels all. Shall we mourn here deedless forever, a shadow-folk, mist haunting, dripping vain tears in the thankless sea?\"<br />Feanor at Tirion upon Tuna, Of the Flight of the Noldor, The Silmarillion
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