#miobg

It was a gift from my husband. Khalid. He was a Harper. A better one than me, truth be told - any idiot can swing a sword. But to believe in the cause, with the whole of your heart? A much trickier thing. He died. Alone, in pain, and far too young - murdered by a mage who craved immortality. I'll not grant it by naming him in the same breath as my husband.

And when we were married - on an upturned cart in the rainy Dalelands - he stammered so much, I've never been sure if our vows actually counted.

Viconia, the brooding dark elf cleric of Shar who has remained since her rescue from the fanatics in Athkatla; in the end, however, you are sure she serves herself.

"he was the greatest of our mages, as skilled as any of elven blood could be without divine assistance. he even had the favor of the queen. it was not enough. of the two, the "sister" was the insatiable one. she was not as regarded, but she held great influence over her "brother" and pulled him into her madness." "how lovely. it's nice that those butchers keep so close."

Sendai hid in her little room far beneath the earth, protected by her armies and her magic. Instead of conquering, she cowered. The woman was strong, intelligent, driven... but she was afraid. How ironic that it was her fear of death that killed her.

Your blood cools, and mind and body are reunited under your control. Your will had faltered, and the essence of Bhaal was there to take advantage. The void where your soul once was overflowed with murderous fury, the mark of a deity that no longer exists. It was mindless and horrible to behold. You will eventually lose yourself unless your stolen soul is restored. A fate, as they say, worse than death.

"One of us is not truly dead and may be restored if the other is left here to rot! I will be free with what I have taken!" "There is only one possible end. You will fall here, Irenicus. That I promise." "We shall see, Ryn. We shall see!"