Solo F/M/T

[TheGodThatFailed]

I'm attempting to solo a F/M/T through the entire series, BG1->ToB. I'm playing an evil elf. And Without further ado, here's the stats.

Shagrath - Nuetral Evil F/M/T

STR 16
DEX 19
CON 17
INT 17
WIS 10
CHA 10
I was real happy with this score

He has ** in long blade, and ** in missle weapons. So begins Shagrath's reign of blood and terror.

[ 12-29-2004, 01:41 PM: Message edited by: TheGodThatFailed ]

[Rockstar]

cool! i love it when people allow themselves to feel the full BG experience. i get really annoyed when people actually generate characters in TOB and actually start at TOB > . It's like somebody fastfowarding to the end of your favourite movie for me lol.

tell us how your efforts go! any great tales then add them to my thread in the BGII forum

[RoSs_bg2_rox]

Sounds like Shagrath will turn out to be a fair beast. Have fun, an F/M/T is always a good place to start for soloing, good luck [img]smile.gif[/img]

[TheGodThatFailed]

Hehe ross, he's not my first solo, but he IS my first solo in BG1. And Rockstar, don'tyou worry, i will post when i get to bg2 [img]smile.gif[/img] if you're still interested in hearing his exploits in bg1, keep checking this thread [img]smile.gif[/img]

[TheGodThatFailed]

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Shagrath's Escape, The Demise of Gorion.
***

It was already late into the morning when Shagrath awoke, and he headed down into the inn at candlekeep. That annoying brat, Imoen, came running down the stairs. "Shagrath, Shagrath! Have you heard?" she bounded along next to the dark elf, who said "No, and i don't care either, now begone from my sight."
"It's Gorion, he's taking you away!" Imoen persisted. "Then let him take me, maybe i'll finally be rid of the place, and you, you damnable wench, now leave me be."
He left the inn, with imoen shouting after him, "You've never liked me! Just becuase i i'm not as smart as you, or as good with a blade, you've always hated me! I'm a girl, i'm obveously not going to be as powerful as a drow, but why hate me for it? SHAGRATH?"
Shagrath walked across the courtyard, and he jumped by a halfling. "Be you Shagrath, The drow, and Gorion's ward?" He asked.
"Indeed i am, now what do you want, speak before i make you shorter than you already are, and you wouldn't want THAT now would you?"
"Well, if it's a fight you're looking for, you're in luck. Truth be known, there's a bounty on your head, and i'm assuming it's because you're drow scum, but either way i'll kill you where you stand."
He lunged at Shagrath with a knife, but the drow was too fast. He cast magic missile, and left the Halfling in a smouldering mess. He carried on across the courtyard, and found Gorion. "What happened to you, my child? You have blood on your sleeve."
"Nothing of your concern old man." He said coldly. "The brat said you were taking me away from here."
"She knows? Gods, the foolish girl could have got herself killed!"
"A pity she didn't..." mumbled Shagrath.
"I'VE TOLD YOU BEFORE, I will NOT have my ward having such prejedice against another, becuase of race and combat abilities! You've never liked her, or anyone else here becuase of SILLY things, even when they were perfectly nice and friendly to you! I bet that's what the blood is isn't it! Who did you kill?!"
"Only a halfling who tried to kill me, Calm yourself, Old Man, before you have a heart attack and i have to stay in this dump."
"You're cheeky shagrath, It would do you good to show some respect. Now i have some armour, and a sword for you, I got it from Winthorpe myself, i didn't think i could trust you to do it yourself, and if you did, i couldn't trust you to use your manners."
"Whatever. Lead the way, i'm not listening anymore, you bore me." Said Shagrath, as he donned the studded leather, and put the longsword in it's scabbard.
***
"Now if ever we get seperated, head to the friendly arm inn. There, you will find Khalid and Jaheirah. Long have they been my friends, and they will surley aid you." Gorion sounded firm, and Shagrath thaught it best not to say anything this time. As they continued down the path, a huge armoured man approached. "Gorion, Hand over your ward and you will be unhurt."
"Run child! Go, i'll deal with this!"
Shagrath turned, and ran down the road into the trees, and hid himself where he could still see the battle. It was long, and eventually, Gorion fell. The armoured man started to make his way to candlekeep, and Shagrath knew it was a good job he wasn't there anymore. Just then, when he thaught he was finally rid of her, Imoen can running towards him. "Shagrath! i saw it all! Gorion's dead! I followed you, Oh what are we going to do? That...Thing's heading back to candlekeep! He'll kill everyone! Oh Shagrath, Let me go with you, Please, i'm begging you..." She burst into tears, and flung her arms around shagrath. "Get off me you stupid girl!" He pushed her off him, and slapped her to the floor. I thaught i was finally rid of you, but NO, you follow me, Why can't you leave me alone, you never have, And you're always looking over my sholder, What is it with you!?"
Imoen, still on the floor, sobbing, said, "Shagrath, Gorion was like a father to me, you didn't like him, but i did. And he still sacrificed his life to save you. Now you're all i've got left, don't leave me...don't leave me..."
she sobbed even harder.
"Misrable wretch, get on your feet, let me see what you have in your pack."
Imoen stood up, "I've got nothing of value," She didn't want shagrath to go through her belongings, but she couldn't stop him, and she knew he had evil in mind.
"Nothing of value? Oils of speed, healing potions, I'LL take them."
"Shagrath, they were from...Gorion..." She wailed.
Shagrath slapped her again. "Why do you persist in following me, and moaning when i make a decision, if you follow me, you do as I say, now get going to the friendly arm. NOW!" he yelled. He couldn't think why she insisted on going with him, when he had already hit her twice. As imoen bumbled along infront, Shagrath had finally had enough of her sobbing, and crying. Quietly, he drew his sword, and commited a devilish deed. He snook up behind her, and jabbed the blade into her back. Crying, bleeding, hurting, she fell to the floor. She looked up at Shagrath with her swolen, tear filled eyes, and reached up at his feet with her hand. She grabbed the top of his boot. Shagrath look down into her eyes for a second, then shook his head, and walked away, leaving her to die.

[TheGodThatFailed]

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Bounty & Bloodshed
***

Shagrath decided to solve the Iron Crisis for one sole reason - He couldn't fight with shoddy gear. He also was mistaken for greywolf, (somehow, the reason was beside him) and he gained 200 gold peices out of the deal. Anyway, he set off into the Nashkel mines, were he found a man, called Prism, and Shagrath knew of a bounty on his head, but Prism told Shagrath that greywolf was already coming for the bounty. Shagrath had claimed to be greywolf, and thaught he'd better eleminate the compition so as noone would know what he had done. He drank a potion of defence, and a battle started with greywolf. Shagrath took another potion, one of invisibility, and planted his blade in Greywolfs back. Amidst the confusing, greywolf lost and attack, and received various heavy hits. After a furios battle, Greywolf fell to the floor. Shagrath, wounded, but not beaten, took the mighty 'Varscona' from greywolfs cold hands. "Thank you my lord!" exlaimed Prism. "Aah, Prism, but, there is still the matter of your bounty to be solved." Shagrath said, and prisms face was of pure terror as Shagrath swung his new blade, taking off Prism's head. He took the emeralds, And went back to the man who had mistaken him for greywolf, returning the bounty, and gaining another 200 gold. This was Shagrath's lucky day.

[ 01-01-2005, 07:36 PM: Message edited by: TheGodThatFailed ]

[TheGodThatFailed]

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...Like Gnolls to the Slaughter
***

A man had told Shagrath of castle of gnolls, who had captured a witch and were holding her there. He wasn't so bothered about the gnolls, they could live or die, it didn't matter to him, but maybe the witch was worth something. He could kill the gnolls, then ransom her himself. So, he made his way towards the looming keep. On the bridge, he was confronted by 2 large orgrillions, who demanded 200 gold. Well, he wasn't going to pay, so battle commenced. They fell quite easyly, and one of them dropped a pair of nice bracers, but Shagrath didn't need them. They improved the weareres reactions to a certain level, but his were already past that. He scouted around the base of the keep, where he found a cave. He entered, and was immediatly attacked by many Xvarts, but they hardly put up a fight. There was on open casket, and Shagrath felt the urge to look. A dusty old tome was inside, which is put into his backpack. Out of the cave, he was attacked again, but by Gnolls. He took a few heavy swings from them, but again, proved victorios. After slaying many more gnolls, he finally found the witch in a pit. "Oh, thankyou for coming to my aid my lord!"
"I never said i was going aid you..." Shagrath growled, approahcing her with Varscona in hand.
"W-What do you mean?"
"You're worth quite something to a man in Nashkel, how much do you suppose i could get for your safe return? Maybe more for you UNsafe return..."
"You beast, you're no better than the Gnolls!"
Shagrath chuckled to himself, and raised Varsonca so it's blade was level with the witch's throat, and adopted a harsh tone. "I'm the last barrier between you and death's cold embrace, It would do you well to show me some respect."
"Is that all you came to do? Throw your wieght around? Well, with the gnolls gone, I'm taking my leave, good day"
Shagrath was outraged. He charged forwards, and swung his sword, taking off the witchs head. Well, that made things simpler. He didn't have to carry a whole body to the man in Nashkel, just a head now.

[TheGodThatFailed]

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The King of the Carnival Creation
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Hmm, i'm not sure some people would be ok with the ending to this, i did make it fairly sick, so i'm just warning those who might not be ok with it.

(I'm sure fans of Dimmu Borgir will know where the chapter name and char name came from [img]tongue.gif[/img] )
Shagrath was wandering the wilderness, and looking for somehwere to spill some blood, and he came across the perfect place, A carnival. Lots of happy families, people having fun, he could kill and ruin a nice day out. Seemed like the perfect place to him. He had got a Stone to Flesh scroll, and was told of a woman who had been made into a statue. Here was his first mark. he transformed the woman back to her human self, then, as the people gathered to see what he had done, he grabbed her throat, and ran varscona through her gut. The onlookers fled, and the day was already ruined, but he wasn't done yet. A noble un-aware of Shagrath's recent actions, called him 'lowly' and 'common'. Well, how was he supposed to know that Shagrath is actually a son of the god of murder, and very UNcomman indeed. Still, this wasn't an excuse for his words, so naturally, he had to die aswell. Shagrath stormed into a tent, and say a mage who had a witch hostage. Shagrath decided to build up the witchs hopes, then swipe then from her grasp. "Let the girl go, fiend!" he yelled. A fierce battle commenced. The mage cast mirror image, which confused shagrath greatly. "Show yourself, you coward!" he screamed.
"Haha, you're such a great being, you should be able to take me anyway!" rasped the mage. Shagrath swung, and an image dissapeared. This left 3 people. The mage pelted a Magic Missle into shagrath, to little effect. Another mighty hit was scored, this time hitting the mage himself, badly hurting him. "Aagh, lucky, you won't get chance to do THAT again!" He panted, throwing Melfs Acid Arrow into Shagrath. "Hah, I'm stronger than you know, Mage," He said, lunging into another image. "Two left, then it's your head!" Another acid arrow was fired into Shagrath, but he overcame the damage, and lunged again. To Shagrath's suprise, not magic energy, but blood poured from the whole his sword made. "Nngh..." grunted Shagrath's foe. Blood spilled from his mouth as he fell onto his knees. "You...got lucky..." he panted. The body began to fall onto it's front, but only got a few milemeters, becuase Shagrath swung his sword, hewing the mages head from his sholders, spraying himself and the witch with blood, the head just missing the witch by inches. Shagrath stabbed his sword into the corpse and let it stand, then threw his head back, and raised his arms into the air, licking the blood from around his mouth. He lowered his arms, and looked at the witch, through eyes that could kill. He walked towards her, and threw her onto her knees. Neither said anything, she just stared up at Shagrath's blood soaked figure. The dark red stains on his pale skin, his soggy clothing plastered to his chest with blood. "I am completly at your mercy my lord," said the girl, with a scared tone. "Do whatever you will, but i plead for you to help."
Shagrath grabbed the girl by the hair, and pulled her towards him. He moved his grip from her hair, to her face, and took a huge breath, smelling her neck. He breathed out, into her face. Her expression said just about everything bad about his breath, but he didn't notice. "my lord..." She whimpered. He grabbed her face again, and flung her across the floor. She stared up at him. The last thing she saw was his boot decending upon her head.

[ 12-30-2004, 06:06 PM: Message edited by: TheGodThatFailed ]

[Marty4]

Yeeesh! Talk about evil! Any mods out there to turn you into a vampire ?

Are you using a mod to play a drow, or are you just an evil elf with black skin?

[TheGodThatFailed]

Well actually, i'm an elf with white skin, because the portriat i used he looked like an elf, but he has white makeup on his face, put black going out from his eyes. So i gave him white skin, because of the makeup he wears. But no, no mods.