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personal - GemStone IV interview with baelog

Interview held on Feastday, day 6 of the month Charlatos in the year 5110

QUESTIONS

High Lord Baelog's group just went through a curved arch.
[Golden Helm, Bar]
Two soft horsehide couches are set before a cozy stone hearth. From behind the rosewood bar, a bald giantman grins perpetually. Great hooded candles are set on low tables along the walls, providing a soft, reddish light. On the wood-paneled walls, two paintings are hung next to a great vultite claidhmore. You also see a basket of sticks and a curved arch.

Also here: High Lord Baelog

Baelog deeply says, "Here we be."

You softly say, "Any room with a claidhmore in is great with me."

Baelog deeply says, "One o' me favorite bars."

Baelog deeply says, "Da other be da Whinin' Elf."

A spotted hound sniffs at you.

You walk over to the couches and with a satisfying sigh, throw yourself down upon its soft cushions.
Baelog just went over and threw himself down on the couches.

Baelog deeply says, "Sae, begin yer interview."

You softly say, "Well first of all my thanks for agreeing to be interviewed."

Baelog nods to you.

Baelog deeply says, "O' course."

Baelog deeply says, "Dey shall remember who I be."

You softly exclaim, "Indeed!"

You softly say, "So, I have a series of questions."

Baelog deeply says, "I's nae th' kind tae be fergotten."

You softly ask, "The first question - How do you like to be known?"
A spotted hound leans down and licks Baelog's face.

Baelog deeply asks, "How?"

The hound wags his tail happily as Baelog pets him.

You softly ask, "Aye - any abbreviations? Do you use your surname often, or just call yourself Baelog??"

Baelog deeply says, "I usually jus' call meself Baelog. Course formally, I's High Lord Baelog Aslan, Guild Master o' da Warriors Guild, Master o' dat Guardians o' Sunfist."

You softly say, "Excellent - clear indication of allegiances and skill there."

You smile at Baelog.
Baelog deeply exclaims, "I shall neva be known as Grand Lord either! Ye can record dat! Be two reasons. One...what be sae Grand about me? Two...High Lord be as close tae Highman as I c'n get."

You take a drink from your Helga's Own ale.
Baelog takes a drink from his Helga's Own ale.
You chuckle at Baelog.
You softly say, "Good enough reasons I suppose."

You softly say, "..and how many times have you visited the trainer - if you don't mind answering this one."

Baelog deeply says, "Dat be about 87 times."

You nod to Baelog.

Baelog rubs the hound behind one of his silky ears.
Baelog takes a drink from his Helga's Own ale.

You softly say, "Ok for the next question. How long have you wandered the lands?"

Baelog rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Baelog deeply says, "Be about three since I's officially became an adventurer."

You softly ask, "And still enjoying your time?"

Baelog deeply says, "O' course."

You softly say, "Good to hear."

You softly ask, "What hunting style do you opt for?"

Baelog deeply asks, "Dat's a trick question, aint it?"

You chuckle.
You softly say, "I have to ask it."

You smirk.
Baelog inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out a small stream of smoke before him briefly.

Baelog deeply says, "I be like many Warriors. I stand infront o' me enemy an' smash der head in wif a big hammer. Der is some manueverin' an' whatnot, but that's just details. All in all, it comes down tae big hammer to da head. Splat! Like a melon."

You softly ask, "Never thought of using a board or flashing with two weapons?"

Baelog deeply says, "Aye, I used a board when I was younger. Den I was shown da ways o' big weapons. Two weapons. Feh. Ifin' ye can't get th' job done wif one, ye need tae quit! Only way I'd wield two weapons is ifin I could wield two big hammers, one in each hand! Splatter two heads at once."

You smirk.

You softly ask, "What percentage of your time do you spend hunting? How do you spend your other time?"

Baelog drums his fingers thoughtfully against his chin and inhales the cherry-scented smoke smoldering away within his pipe deeply.

Baelog deeply says, "I spend...well, a lot o' time huntin'. Ifin I's not huntin, I's might be helpin' someone, er perhaps in th' company o' friends...other den that, it's mostly restin' and plannin' me next hunt. And, if it's none o' dem? Ders a merchant about!"

You chuckle.

You softly say, "Thanks for letting me know about that by the way. I Was so intent on forging I blocked out all else."

Baelog deeply exclaims, "Ye should git outta da forge mere! Whole dern caravan pulls intae Teras, and ye dun know about it Half o' da world is here, and yer couped up in da forge!

You softly exclaim, "In'deed!"
You grin.
Baelog shakes his head at you and clucks his tongue.

Baelog inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out two rings of smoke before him briefly.

A spotted hound wanders in.

You softly say, "Ok next question."

You softly ask, "What is and/or was your most enjoyable hunting area and why?"

Baelog rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Dat be a tough one."

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "I enjoy huntin' in Thanatoph Bowels, an' Grimswarm warcamps."

Speaking softly to Baelog, you ask, "What makes them so enjoyable places to hunt and are the bowels still a hard place from which to be rescued?"

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Fer one, I git tae laugh at Illoke Jarls an' Elder dat spout da nonsense about "soft ones" an' "flesh being weak" afore I cave der heads in. Tis also challenging tae avoid a swarm o' Greater Elementals. Aye rescue are hard ifin someone nae drags ye to th' stream or ifin ye dun die near da stream, either one"

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Now, da warcamps. Dey be easy, ifin dey is Trolls er Orcs. Great place I remember - good hunting ground. I stir 'em up by givin' a guard a raspberry, den let 'em come tae me."

You chuckle at Baelog.
Speaking amusedly to Baelog, you say, "You like living dangerously it seems."

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Jus' 'ave tae keep blasted der heads in. An' I keep me eyes open fer dem o' wagglin' fingers, and smush dem first."

You softly say, "Ok then..."
You take a drink from your Helga's Own ale.

You softly ask, "What do you enjoy most about your time in the lands?"

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog exclaims, "An' here I thought ye wanted tae hear about warcamps!"

You softly exclaim, "I do!"

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog exclaims, "Den nae skip ahead!"

Baelog takes a drink from his Helga's Own ale.
You grin.
You softly say, "Apologies. Please continue."

You wink at Baelog.

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Now, Grimswarm Giants, dey be much tougher den Orcs er Trolls...see, I cannae reach der head, dey have more blood den da whole o' Vornavis, an' dey can stomp.Ye put alla dem inherit Giant advantages wif Grimswarm an' it be a verra dangerous combination. Nuthin' werse den some Giant stompin' da ground while another kicks ya in da kilt, an' den ya see a Grimswarm Sorcerer walk in!"

You softly ask, "Is hunting the Grimswarn somet'in ye did 'cause of Sunfist membership? Or would ye have done that anyway?"

Baelog deeply says, "Both. Da Grimswarm are still a threat to these lands. Ne'er have we found an opponent dat was so heavily entrencted in our own back yards. We has driven all invaders off, fer good mere er less. Except des Grimswarm"

Speaking softly to Baelog, you ask, "What would you consider the worst combination of Grimswarm for you personally?"

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Any sort o' Sorcerer. Th' threat o' Implode is far tae vast tae ignore. One thing, yer lookin' at some ugly Grimswarm, next, yer in pieces in town, wonderin' what happened. After dat, it usually be Wizards. Course, annatime dey get manuever happy isnae gud either. Dem Clerics an' Empaths usually prefer disabling spells, tae straight out killin' ye. Lot o' times I c'n shake whatever dem Clerics an' Empaths toss at me, but I still single dem out over, say, a Grimswarm Paladin er Warrior." Baelog removes the pipe from his mouth and brushes it off slightly.

Baelog brings the ashwood pipe to his lips and inhales deeply of its cherry-scent, then abruptly exhales some red streams of smoke from his nose.

Speaking softly to Baelog, you say, "Sounds like you have this down to a fine art. Have you always been a Sunfister? Nay been attracted by the alternatives."

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "I prefer, Guardian. Nae Sunfister."

Baelog waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.

You softly say, "Guardian then."

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Sunfister is dat stupid name that some idjit applied tae our group. Nae, before th' Guardians opened membership fer annaone, I was a Master o' Voln. Back when I used a sword an' board, I also had a mean right hook.

Speaking softly to Baelog, you ask, "And did you find the transition from one to the other.. did you miss giving up that punch?"

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Aye, I did miss it."

Speaking softly to Baelog, you say, "But presumably a Guardian has his compensations."

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "But, da skills th' Guardians teach more den make up fer it, as dose th' sheer power o' twohanders."

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog asks, "Mind gettin' me a shot o' Trollkiller?"

You softly say, "Sure no problem. A good time to stretch my legs"

{{I buy a shot of Trollkiller whiskey and hand it to baelog who takes a sip}}

Baelog deeply says, "Ahh, dat hit da spot."

Speaking softly to Baelog, you say, "I confess I am an an ale person."

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "I's confess, I be a liquor person. Ale, mead, grog, whiskey, beer, rum."

You amusedly say, "Ahhh thanks for clarifying that."

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Basically, ifin it has alcohol, I'll drink it...well, except fer wine er champange er any o' dem nancy-Elf drinks."

You softly say, "Ok for the next question."

Baelog deeply says, "Pass me some o' dat ale."

{{I pass baelog the ale and he takes a swig}}

Baelog deeply says, "Mm, gud ale dis."

You softly ask, "What do you enjoy most about your time in the lands?"

Baelog deeply says, "Prolly da fun times I 'ave wif me friends. I was suprised when, Bremerial, 3rd place winner o' da Highman Drinking Games, didnae show up in Zul Logoth fer dat competition. Tebon won da durn thing...I took second."

You softly say, "Will have to rectify that in the future."

Baelog nods to you.

Baelog removes some shiny silver toadstool dice with ametrine spots from in his leather sporran.
Baelog shows you some shiny silver toadstool dice with ametrine spots, which he is holding in his left hand.

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Des were me prize."

Baelog gives his toadstool dice a good shake and tosses them to the ground. They roll around on their caps for a moment before coming to a stop. 6 spots are showing! 2 spots are showing!
Baelog quickly retrieves his dice.
Baelog put some shiny silver toadstool dice with ametrine spots in his leather sporran.

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Ye would 'ave loved it, we each got our own kegs. Was about 300 drinks in each keg. I got down 181 afore I passed out, Tebon got down 192. Course, he didn't guzzle down an entire keg first either!"

Speaking softly to Baelog, you say, "Will definitely have to go and take Tebon's crown.The Highman games was the warm up."

Baelog deeply exclaims, "I's took fourth in da Drinkin' Game, course it be a warm up!"

You chuckle.

You softly say, "Goes without saying."

You agree with Baelog.
You smirk and roll your eyes in disgust.

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog asks, "Sae, ye 'ave another question?"

You softly ask, "Is there anyone within the lands that you admire? (Any profession) Who and why?"

Baelog leans back.

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Der be quite a few Warriors I admire. Might be tae many tae list..."

Speaking softly to Baelog, you say, "Feel free to list all or some... or none if you wish."

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Tebon, Metadi, Morgiest, Axedar, Chayy...and dats only da start."

Baelog deeply says, "Der also be Cryheart, an' Evelith."

Baelog deeply says, "Der be one Rogue...course, he'd prolly resent bein' called a Rogue. Dat be Svardin. I nae know how he does what he does, but I do admire 'em fer it."

Speaking softly to Baelog, you say, "Never understood why rogues nay like the word rogue - I don't insist on being called weaponsmith."

You roll your eyes."

Baelog starts chortling."

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "I could probably list one fer each profession."

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Well, mebbe 'cept Paladins."

Baelog chuckles to himself.

You softly ask, "If you had to say What has been your best moment in the lands so far?"

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Has nae happened yet."

You grin at Baelog.

Speaking softly to Baelog, you exclaim, "I like that answer!"

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "But, ifin' I do 'ave tae list one...dat has happened..."
Baelog furrows his brow.
Baelog rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Either it would 'ave tae be when I took first place in da Caber Toss, er when I was da last one standin' infront of a Trench Crawler in Solhaven, after da others had pulled back, an' managed tae kill it."

Speaking softly to Baelog, you say, "I have t'say I was impressed with y'caber toss.. And I can at least say I was there to see it. Better still I have recorded the event and the moment"

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Aye. Ifin der be another moment, it nae pops intae me head. But, as I said, me greatest moment has nae happened yet. Hope ye be there when it does."

Baelog winks at you."

You softly say, "Well we talked of the best moment so far and to come."

Baelog deeply says, "Werst moment...mmm."

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Prolly 'ave tae be in Solhaven, where dis dern Oracle chased me down, blew me limbs off, taunted me, den put me tae sleep."

Speaking softly to Baelog, you ask, "How long ago was that?"

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Uh, before Solhaven sank an' after it was invaded by watery tings. I's nae tae gud wif dates"

Speaking softly to Baelog, you ask, "And if you had to give advice to a new warrior, what would it be?" Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "My advice? Make Wizard an' Empath friends quick. Another ting? Learn how tae read scrolls an' use magical items when ye can, as well as learnin' tae share mana and how tae harness it. It helps in da long run."

You wistfully say, "Good sound advice."

Baelog adopts an agreeable expression.

Baelog inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out two rings of smoke before him briefly.

Speaking softly to Baelog, you say, "I currently have a wizard who is committed to me for the next 10 years and then is free to do what he wishes."

Baelog grins at you.

You softly say, "So, this is always a good reflective question. If you had to do it all again, knowing what you now know, would you do anything differently?"

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Aye, I'd do quite a few tings differently. I also wouldnae 'ave slept in da park when dem disfigured troll kings were wanderin' about."

You grin at Baelog.

Baelog nods to you.

You softly say, "And for the final question..is there anything you want to add to this interview? Anything that you think I have not asked and you wish to share?"

Baelog deeply asks, "Anythin' eh?"

You softly say, "Can be anything you think is relevant... or not."

Baelog deeply says, "Ay. Th' Bowels are nae hard. Warcamps, are nae hard. Ye jus' need tae know how tae approch dem as best fer yer huntin' style, an' profession."

Speaking softly to Baelog, you say, "Very useful advice."

Baelog nods to you.

Speaking softly to Baelog, you say, "Something that comes with experience."

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Er naturally."

Speaking softly to Baelog, you say, "I would like to thank you for taking the time to be interviewed."

Baelog nods to you.

Speaking softly to Baelog, you say, "It is very much appreciated."

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog asks, "Sae, I gettin' paid fer dis?"

Baelog grins at you.

You offer your Trollkiller whiskey to Baelog, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

You softly say, "There ye go."

Baelog has accepted your offer and is now holding a shot of Ghorsa's Trollkiller whiskey.

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Oh, c'n I add a few tings tae suggestions fer young Warriors."

You softly exclaim, "Indeed!"

Speaking deeply to you, Baelog says, "Young Warriors shuld find, an' neva ferget der roots. Ifin dat Warrior be a T'Kirem, dey should nae be dressin' like some dandy. Ifin dey is Vaalorian, dey should nae be wearin' animal skin. I knows when ye young, ye nae have all dat much in da form o' silvers. Nae mean da a T'Kirem Warrior shuld be wearin' a silk doublet, er a Vaalorian wearin' a bearskin cloak."

You softly say, "Well thanks for your time."

You smile at Baelog.

Baelog deeply says, "Aye."

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