We had an item of great magic before - what came of it, Gaile? 'The Necromancy of Thay'? I bet Gaile could use this. Mystra asked that Gaile seize the crown and then return it to her, in exchange for which she will rid her of the orb. But what about you, Gaile? What will you do now...? Necromancy, huh. I bet Gaile would be interested in a book like this. Gaile of Waterdeep. You look well. Those drawn to the Gailerian creed don't merely seek my guidance as the impressive, all-powerful being I've become. [A neat handwritten note on unusual paper. To hold it is to feel the faintest tingle of magic in your fingertips.] Given your reluctance to indulge me in a moment of conversation, I'm left with no choice but to commit these words to ink and paper. Our journey thus far has been truly magical, but I am sorry to say it is one you must continue without me. The increasing volatility of my condition leaves me no choice but to depart our troupe. Or rather - none that I could make in good conscience, knowing the imminent danger my continued presence poses to all in my vicinity. I will travel on alone, in the hopes that some unforeseen cure might present itself. If it does not, I will take comfort in the knowledge my fate will not be one I inflict on anyone but myself. Do not let history judge me unkindly. This is the only way for me to put things right. Yours in good faith, Gaile of Waterdeep I won't stand in your way, then. Farewell, Gaile. Trust me, I know Gaile. She'll do this. Gaile, what did you do? Not just a wizard - Professor Gaile Dekarios of Blackstaff Academy, at your service. Gaile, she's been eating those missing courier pigeons. Tell her to stop! Gaile Dekarios trusted you. And do you know what became of her? Gaile offered to use the orb to ensure the Netherbrain's destruction. It was a noble gesture, but we declined it. |Poor/brave/selfless/whatever this companion would say about Gaile. We owe her a debt we'll never be able to repay.| Wow, Gaile. 'Chosen of Mystra.' Congratulations, I think? Go on, Gaile - see what Mystra has to say for herself. She was never deserving of your worship, anyway. Gaile is Paralysed Give the book to Gaile. The Staff of Crones is powerful - there's enough Weave in it to interest Gaile. That odd staff might be of interest to Gaile. The Night Walkers are brimming with magic - Gaile would be interested. So, Gaile's hedging her bets with Mystra. I can't say I blame her. I hope Gaile makes you happy. The blade. It's powerful. Ooh, I can practically taste it. Something for Gaile, I think. I'm sorry, Gaile. You'll have to return to Waterdeep alone. I've my own path to follow. Go on, Gaile! I'm not helping with this, Gaile. Now let the matter rest. Not sure what do to with this idol. But Gaile might. That book's got an awful aura. Gaile will definitely want it. |Poor/brave/selfless/whatever this companion would say about Gaile. We owe her a debt we'll never be able to repay.| Gaile! This isn't the end! We have another option. Gaile's orb is still powerful enough to destroy the brain. Sounds good to me. Gaile can tell her exactly what's coming when we get our hands on the Crown. Rearrange a creature's very being into the image of Gaile's darling pet. Trust me, Gaile. We'll find another way. Gaile told us about her time with the goddess Mystra, and how in her attempt to impress Mystra, she unleashed the orb of highly volatile Weave now buried within her chest. Corrupted as it has been by Netherese magic, she's been keeping the orb stable by feeding it the Weave contained in powerful items. This thing's magic as a mage. Gaile will want it for sure. We found the Heart of the Absolute in the bowels of Moonrise Towers: a powerful elder brain, controlled by a Netherese crown of incredible power. Gaile was convinced she shouldn't detonate the orb. In fact, she seemed more interested in the crown the brain was wearing... This seems like something best left to Gaile. I wager that blade has a mighty enchantment. Gaile could tell me more. We tried to use the ritual circle without Gaile's input, and destroyed it in the process. Gaile was not amused. It sounded like Gaile really meant it. She really wants to take control of the Karsite Weave. Ambition hews close to hubris, Gaile. I hope for all our sake that you don't confuse them. You find yourself in the presence of the renowned wizarding prodigy, Gaile of Waterdeep - please, no need to be intimidated. Gaile's glowing with magic. Mystra must be mighty happy right about now. I thought you were past this kind of temptation, Gaile. You know exactly where such over-reaching leads. I rather like the Gaile stood in front of me. In fact, I'd like to see more of her... No rest for the likes of us, Gaile. *This is the flute Gaile kept on her person. A faint magical aura envelops its wooden surface.* Gaile m'girl, I can only apologise for my absence from Withers' little gathering. As you know, only the most urgent of business would keep me from indulging myself in his excellent taste in sweetmeats. And your esteemed company, of course. I was delighted to hear that you came to your senses with regards to that cursed Crown. And delighted yet further when I learned that the orb's malingering presence no longer poses any threat. In that sense at least, I hope you feel Mystra treated you fairly. I trust you're enjoying your adventures - I have to say, I struggle to picture you outside of Waterdeep, or your library for that matter. Wherever your escapades take you, be sure to keep your larder well provisioned. After all, one never knows when an old friend might drop by. Elminster You're running away from Gaile's cooking. Couldn't find you for a while at the party. Was hoping we could reGaile our friends with a nice three-horned duet. I believe in you Gaile. Always have, always will. It was never my plan to take Gaile so far away. I understand that you miss her. Netherese. Gaile will want to see this. Deep breaths, Gaile. Hold it together. You're now in the company of plain old Gaile Dekarios - a most brilliant wizard of intentionally limited renown. At your service. Nice amulet. I bet Gaile would like it. Am I hearing this right? Has the great wizard Gaile been keeping tabs on the Gate? Consider me flattered. Actually, Gaile helped me. A book on Netherese craft. More to Gaile's tastes than my own. Unsummon yourself, Gaile. Before I find a way to kill you twice. That cowl looks fit for a wizard. Gaile will want to get her hands on it. No, Gaile. Whatever you have to show me - I don't need it. Wow. That's... that's big, Gaile. This is Mystra we're talking about. Goddess of magic - and she's asking you to sacrifice yourself. Such power was not meant for mortals, Gaile. You should give it to Mystra like she asked. Gaile - this is no time for sentimental gawking. I can't, Gaile. This is best forgotten. I love you as you are. I care too much about you to abandon you now, Gaile. We travel on together. See you on the other side, Gaile. It's been an honour. If that Selûnite amulet is really god-touched, Gaile would want to see it. Such power was not meant for mortals, Gaile. You should give the Crown to Mystra. Gaile's 'condition' has worsened again. She requires us to give her another magical item in order to absorb the Weave inside. Gaile might want this sword - it's laden with magic. Mere mortals whisper petitions to the newly divine Gaile Dekarios as The Once-Wizard, High Aspirant, The Lord of Zeal - but none have yet been granted an audience with the God of Ambition. Until tonight, that is. Mock me as you will, but I have a thing for Gaile. Gaile Are you there, Gaile? Isn't this a lovely little gathering? Up you go then, Gaile. Best make this count... The whole world's watching. Gaile is a wizard prodigy whose admiration for a goddess made her attempt a dread feat no mortal should. Blighted by the forbidden magic of ancient Netheril, Gaile strives to undo the corruption that is overtaking her and win back her goddess' favour before she becomes a destroyer of worlds. We destroyed Balthazar's ritual circle, cleansing the corrupted shadow magic stored within. Though Mystra did not speak to Gaile, for a fleeting moment she sensed her presence. She bestowed upon Gaile a small token of her approval, a blessing to help Gaile fight against the shadows. You shouldn't go to her, Gaile. Don't give her the satisfaction. Gaile exudes Necrotic energy. Nearby creatures take [1] every turn. *As you enjoy yourself with the drow, the image of Gaile tuts disapprovingly, but the orb in her naked chest glows with telltale excitement.* The mind absorbs much while we believe ourselves dormant. To lie beside Gaile of Waterdeep is positively educational. Tara. Gaile's tressym grew restless at camp. Those boots look quite special. Something for you, perhaps, Gaile? Gaile's 'condition' has become unstable. She needs a powerful magic item in order to consume the Weave inside. We should offer her one as soon as we can. Nothing. Gaile of Waterdeep was gone. And so was I, until Withers kindly summoned me here to perform my final task. Mystra knows you defied her, Gaile. Of course she knows - she's Mystra. Gaile is positively voracious. Well - let her suck up all the magic she needs, as long as she doesn't snack on a githyanki silver sword. Mystra wants to meet Gaile? Impressive. The only thing a god's ever offered me is a cold shoulder. You stand in the presence of Gaile of Waterdeep, Lorroakan. Mind your tongue. Waterdeep you say? Did you bump into Gaile? Hand over Gaile's letter. You're a great woman, Gaile. With or without the orb. Gaile gave her life for us, for everyone... and now she's gone. We should claim whatever's left of the Elfsong as spoils, and drink it dry. We will raise the first glass to our memories of Gaile. She launched a fireball at me, Gaile! The Amulet of Selûne is sufficiently magical to be of use to Gaile. Even I can feel the magic coming off this trinket. Have a look, Gaile. *Whatever death means for others, you know it means something far, far worse for Gaile. And yourself, if she is not brought back to life.* *To reveal the truth would be no small matter - many balk to hear the Dark Lady's name uttered. But Gaile is worldly enough to handle it, and has some faith in you. You think.* Karlach became an illithid after the Emperor told us this was required in order to dominate the Netherbrain. We kept hold of the Netherstones Gaile needs to reforge the Crown of Karsus. It's time to face the Netherbrain. *Gaile the adventurer has quickly become Gaile the academic, but she is all-too happy to leave her tower for this meeting.* Come on. We all have our secrets - and our risks. If Gaile leaves, we might as well disband completely. 'The Necromancy of Thay'? Not a children's book, I assume. Gaile may want it though. Netherese magic, huh? Sounds right up Gaile's alley. These boots pulse with magic. Gaile? Nothing's ever simple anymore, is it? Whatever you decide, I've got your back. But I think we can defeat the Absolute without losing you, Gaile. Gaile can absorb this item's magic, destroying it. I will take pleasure when I wish, and from whom I wish. Gaile looks particularly tempting tonight. Gaile's Folly one might call it. History. Repetition. It's the way things go. Tell me I misheard, Gaile. Because how would that make sense? How would that even be possible? Manip Seyama- Prepare to receive two more prisoners condemned to execution: Vince Torell, Absolute spy convicted of treason, and Durm Goroy, convicted of attempted assassination of Lord Gortash. Both are currently being held in the Stonyeyes Precinct lockup but will be transferred to Basilisk Gate prison shortly. - Manip FarthinGaile I don't care what's in every mind flayer colony, Gaile - nobody does. Except you. What can I say, Gaile? I'm impressed. I can't. I'm sorry Gaile... you and I are no more. I do know Gaile, yes. She's in our camp at the moment. If anyone can, it's you, Gaile. Whether you should is a question you might consider, though. Waterdeep you say? Did you bump into Gaile? In short, Gaile - through her own doing - has become a living explosive that could wipe from this world this very gathering, and much more besides. I am sorry, Gaile... but Mystra is wrong about you. Perhaps you can yet prove that. |Poor/brave/selfless/whatever this companion would say about Gaile. We owe her a debt we'll never be able to repay.| You too, Gaile. We left Gaile to her fate in the shadow-cursed lands. Of course she will. The world has no need for a goddess who would hesitate at such a request from her champion. I hope to see you again, Gaile. Gaile will want to take a look at this. It's practically turgid with magic. Gaile died, and is beyond our power to resurrect. So ends the Wizard of Waterdeep, but as for us - our journey must continue. Boo will raise a statue in Gaile's name. It will be the size of a planet to honour the size of Gaile's courage. |She did the right thing/she shouldn't have done it - whatever this companion would say about Gaile blowing herself up.| You'd best not have any plans to follow in Gaile's footsteps. One god at this gathering is quite enough. That is why I have come here to charge you, Gaile, with its destruction. It is Mystra's belief that only you can. Gaile's great - what's your problem with her? It means you're free of her, Gaile. You don't live by her doctrine any more. Listen, Gaile. She manipulated me into it. It meant nothing, I swear. Gaile, you're hurt. What happened? Such power was not meant for mortals, Gaile. You should give the Crown to Mystra. Mystra has forsaken Gaile entirely. A crushing blow... but she is strong enough to persevere, I think. Gaile has a proud streak - do you truly think she'd want to share? Try wooing you while I lurked in the corner waiting my turn? No. That's not her. Mystra's done Gaile enough harm. We don't owe her anything. Gaile's Mirror Image Gaile the Erudite Gaile told us she needed to consume the Weave from powerful magic items, or a great catastrophe would occur. While she does not need them yet, it's best to be prepared. We should keep any suitable items close at hand. Yes, Gaile. Where is your decorum? You've a particular way with words, Gaile. Perhaps oration suits you more than battle. *Gaile's right. The very air around the statue crackles with magic. It sets your teeth on edge.* You find yourself in the presence of the renowned wizarding prodigy, Gaile of Waterdeep - please, no need to be intimidated. I guess this is 'goodbye,' Gaile Dekarios. Until we meet again, if we do. Not all of us can play the weave like a lyre, Gaile. Orpheus may be Prince of the Comet, but he is not a god. Gaile, I've heard you talking in your sleep. Your mate needs better rest for our journey. My friend, Firstly - please forgive the scrawled nature of this note. My handwriting is no match for the Netherbrain's tremors. Or perhaps my hands shake of their own accord. At this juncture, it is difficult to tell. Do not misunderstand me - I am not afraid to die. But I am afraid of what I might leave behind me. That my sacrifice might inflict damage worse than the orb's in some ways. The kind that lingers in the heart of those who cared for me, and whom I will no longer be able to comfort. I hope and pray it is not the case, that in the time since I left you, you have lived a life full of beauty, happiness, and wonder. You deserve no less. You are calling to me - I have truly run out of time. But you will not - that I promise. When this is over, your life begins anew. Treasure it, as I treasured our friendship. That is all I ask. Gaile I know that symbol on its collar - you don't belong to Gaile, do you? Hand me the stones, Gaile. It is the only way we will guarantee our success. I think it's the end. Of the Gaile I knew, at least. If Gaile's intentions are virtuous, ultimate power will sour them. And if they are not, well - I shudder to think of the chaos she could sow. %%% before plea at gates -> put at debug location, make sure camp night 1 and 2 is marked as done, SH + Gaile + Laezel in party It's been so long since I've used it. 'Gaile Dekarios' cuts a poor figure next to the wizarding prowess of 'Gaile of Waterdeep.' A druidic idol? Gaile would love this. A wizard's cowl - something for Gaile. No, I won't kill them! Well, maybe Gaile... Gaile! Come on, magic woman, hang on! Gaile Gaile met with Mystra in the outer planes. She told her of the true nature of the orb - that it is the Karsite Weave, a half-formed magic created by Karsus when he sought to become the god of magic. Mystra asked that Gaile seize the crown and then return it to her, in exchange for which she will rid Gaile of the orb. Claim the Crown for herself, though, and the Karsite Weave would answer to her. That drow cowl might have bits of magic lingering inside it. Any thoughts, Gaile? One step in front of the other, Gaile. This 'Gailerian' magic of yours sounds intriguing. Could I wield it as I do the Weave? You're not blowing yourself up, Gaile. I won't let you. My - could it be? Gaile of Waterdeep, here in my tower. I'm surprised you dare show your face after Mystra cast you on the scrap heap. Don't do it, Gaile. Stay here, with me. Karlach, I'm sorry, but I want to be with Gaile. A pity for us you have promised your body to Gaile. Gailerian Revelry That symbol on its throat - is this mewling abomination yours, Gaile? Gaile isn't the only one with designs on the Crown of Karsus. We met with Raphael, who tried to convince us to sign a contract promising the Crown to him. We refused. Prepare for Gaile to request a magic item. Gaile! MY GOOD FRIEND! WHERE ARE YOU? MINSC AND BOO WOULD LIKE TO HEAR ABOUT THE EXPLODING. I do not trust Mystra to do right with the crown. But I think I trust Gaile even less. We're not out of the shadow-cursed woods yet, Gaile... Gaile is her own woman, Tara. I'm sorry, Gaile. To be abandoned by your goddess... I cannot imagine how that must feel. May the Dark Lady comfort you. It's breathtaking, Gaile. Is this starry sky your doing? Gaile My love, Firstly - please forgive the scrawled nature of this note. My handwriting is no match for the Netherbrain's tremors. Or perhaps my hands shake of their own accord. At this juncture, it is difficult to tell. Do not misunderstand me - I am not afraid to die. But I am afraid of what I might leave behind me. That my sacrifice might hurt you so that your life becomes an echo of my own, your chest corrupted by heartache as mine once was by the orb. I hope and pray it is not the case - that in the time since I left you, you have lived a life full of beauty, happiness, and wonder. That is what I will picture when the time comes. Only you. You were all I ever needed. You are calling to me - I have truly run out of time. But you will not - that I promise. When this is over, your life begins anew. Treasure it, as I treasured you. That is all I ask. Yours forever, Gaile When Gaile's on page one hundred thirty six of a supremely boring recitation, and you look over and there I am throwing a lasso around a giant centipede and riding it to Chult, I'll have my comeuppance. I won't begrudge Gaile for winning you over. She does try awfully hard. Gaile's lust for power is... concerning. Careful what you eat, Gaile, You're positively oozing dark magic. Gaile You ought to come visit myself and Gaile when you're able. If you can extract yourself from what I'm sure are very important responsibilities. Orin has made off with Gaile - we must rescue her... unless you wish to kill Gortash for Orin. Gaile returned to Waterdeep to pursue the scholarly arts. Gaile is the true saviour. Though I can't help but wonder if there wasn't another way... Introduce yourself as Gaile and incline your head: ladies first. *Gaile's never been so quiet. Peaceful as it may be, you'd best not leave her like that for too long, or you'll never hear the end of it.* That staff must've caught your eye, right, Gaile? That's everything. Goodbye, not-quite-Gaile. Or maybe she'd just say something like, 'My Gaile always was one to make the impossible possible.' Oh, but she adores you. *You and Gaile have made a home for yourselves in Waterdeep. Sometimes it isn't clear what she loves more - her research, or you.* |Gaile comment!| Speak your mind, Gaile. Let go of that weight you have been carrying for Mystra. Gaile wanted more, and you encouraged her to ignore every sensible instinct, to ignore the lesson of Karsus' Folly, and to reach for the heavens. Gaile will want to take a look at this. Mystra must be pleased with Gaile - I can sense the Weave's threads winding about her. Gaile cannot move or take actions or reactions. Attacks against her are always Critical Hits if the attacker is close enough. And a great kindness that would be! See, Gaile? Even in these barren parts, the art of hospitality begets inspired new works if one only keeps up the practice. I suppose we'd better honour Gaile, - perhaps there's a library somewhere that has a bar... I was bid to spare neither time nor my own self to find you. She sent me, Gaile. You know of whom I speak. But Gaile... I can't believe she's gone. Good evening! I am here on behalf of Gaile of Waterdeep. She wishes to extend you an invitation for a private conversation in a more suitable locale. Gaile's feathered friend has slipped her leash. Eyes away from Boo, cloud-cat! We are to use and misuse each civilisation in the stars, in every way we know. I do not conquer by blade alone, Gaile. That's not a Gaile-sized hole. Gaile? What's the matter? Gaile decided not to return to her home of Waterdeep, deciding to forge a path somewhere new. Gaile defied Mystra herself. I hope she does not come to regret it. It would be amusing to see you explode, Gaile. But Minsc would rather we all die with swords in our hands and spells on our lips. I accept. I'll marry you, Gaile Dekarios. As I no longer have to feed on rats, I tried tasting a travelling companion. Unfortunately, I bit Gaile, who tasted absolutely foul! What else did I expect, biting a living bomb? Not only was I left hungry, but now my secret is out. Everyone knows what I truly am. That crown is an abomination, Gaile. I don't need a private conversation to understand that. The end must be near. No regrets, Gaile? You may have been better off staying inside that boulder... Drow craftwork - though better suited to a wizard. Gaile? But you won't. I know you won't. You've followed Karsus straight down the road to ruin. And I won't be there to watch, Gaile. That's everything. Goodbye, not-quite-Gaile. |Gaile comment!| Not just now, Gaile. There's something else I wanted to speak to you about. *Of one thing you may be assured - the world will be safe from the Crown's power, thanks to you - Gaile of Waterdeep, the wizard who defeated a Netherbrain.* Orin abducted Gaile. She told us that she'll release her if we kill Gortash. Gaile offered to use the orb to ensure the Netherbrain's destruction. We agreed to her offer. It's time to face the Netherbrain. Continue travelling with Gaile. It's easy for some, of course. You and Gaile seem to be getting on very well. We had a deal. I killed Gortash, so let Gaile go. |She did the right thing/she shouldn't have done it - whatever this companion would say about Gaile blowing herself up.| |Gaile is not the one I'm speaking to now, am I!| It sounded like Gaile really meant it. She really wants to take control of the Karsite Weave. Mystra has forsaken Gaile entirely. Imagine how she must be feeling... I doubt I could go on, if Lady Shar turned on me. We failed to learn more about the Crown's true powers, leaving Gaile's curiosity unsated. We go on to face the Elder Brain without knowledge of its full potential. A Selûnite bauble. Its magic may be of use to Gaile. Gaile's Mirror Image That symbol... Gaile, is that tressym an acquaintance of yours? If you will not hear it from me, hear it from your goddess. What truths she has to offer are for your ears alone, Gaile of Waterdeep. Godspeed. Are you well, Gaile? This would be a bad spot to fall into a faint. What happened to that magical item, Gaile...? Is that Gaile's winged moggy? What's it doing here? Karlach became an illithid after the Emperor told us this was required in order to dominate the Netherbrain. We kept hold of the Netherstones Gaile needs to reforge the Crown of Karsus. It's time to face the Netherbrain. I choose you, Gaile. Gaile's creation exudes a roiling darkness that grants an additional [1] to the attacks of nearby allies. Gaile - might that druidic idol meet your... needs? Actually, Gaile helped me. We know how Karsus made his crown. And Gaile's going to re-forge it. Look there - Gaile's tressym. Why is it here? This idol seems to have magical properties. Something for Gaile. You know that bomb in Gaile's chest? Mystra has asked her to use it to explode the heart of the Absolute. No, Gaile. I've indulged you enough. *You see through Gaile's eyes, staring down the corridors of a dread memory. A book, bound, then suddenly opened.* Not me, of course. Gaile of Waterdeep might have craved such attention, but Gaile Dekarios does a heroic deed purely for its own quiet satisfaction. And the occasional hearty 'thank you.' You promised me godhood, Gaile. 'The Necromancy of Thay'? Ominous, but Gaile might find it useful. I see you, Gaile of Waterdeep. I see you. The gem in this collar's centre is placed as a common courtesy: it allows the tressym's summoner to be identified and complained to in the case of bereaved pet owners or pigeon-masters. This one glows with a Waterdhavian name: Gaile Dekarios. Gaile? Gaile? Where's she run off to? You carry a most dire burden inside you, Gaile. I wish you had shared it with us sooner. I am sorry, Gaile. You tried. Mystra was wrong to turn on you, no matter what mistakes you made in the past. Gaile's condition is no longer responding to treatment. We need to keep travelling, and find another way to stabilise the orb. |Poor/brave/selfless/whatever this companion would say about Gaile. We owe her a debt we'll never be able to repay.| And to you and Gaile. May your stars burn ever bright. You may be interested in those boots, Gaile. For their magic, if not their style. I admire your courage, Gaile. I was, Gaile. Perhaps I will be again, one day. But now... well. Not now. It seems you have made up with Mystra, Gaile. Congratulations. Lady Shar has no love for your goddess... but I am glad you have someone to turn to. We can spare more than a moment for Gaile. And more than one drink. This is wrong, Gaile. That power will corrupt you, even if you can seize it. You all right, Gaile? Looking a little shadowy about the gills. Gaile, on the other hand! The way she leaves her potions in absolute disarray - I know for certain she wasn't raised in a barn, but you'd never know it. |Poor/brave/selfless/whatever this companion would say about Gaile. We owe her a debt we'll never be able to repay.| 'The Necromancy of Thay'? I bet Gaile could use this. Poor Gaile. I hope she knows that a goddess abandoning her needn't be the end - I know from experience. I will honour Gaile's memory as best I can, for the rest of my days. Gaile! Let us leave the wizardry to Gaile. Gods forbid she get bored and put that mind to some other use. I get it - Gaile annoys the hell out of me as well. Gaile climbed out of the Weave long enough to waggle her eyebrow in your direction, huh? I thought you might drown in Shadowheart's dark eyes... yet you swam to the shores of Gaile. *You and Gaile find it hard enough to tolerate each other as it is. It seems unlikely that a revelation like this will do anything but widen the gulf between you.* You promised me godhood, Gaile. Is Gaile all right? She's looking a little shadowy about the gills. Gaile's the best wizard in the realms. She'll succeed where Karsus failed. That staff will probably be of interest to Gaile. So Gaile, how is your sad, hopeless pining going? What have you done with Gaile? *And it's all thanks to Gaile, the wizard who saved Baldur's Gate.* Ah, Mystra. The matron of magic herself. An ambitious desire, Gaile. I feel magic on this flask - Gaile might find use for it. No loose ends for me. If Gaile died trying to usurp a god, that's on her. Pity Gaile isn't here. This is just her sort of place. Doing all right, Gaile? A magical flask? I reckon Gaile could use it. A magic staff. I bet Gaile could use it. *To say Gaile keeps a tenuous grasp on her mortality would be an understatement. You know what she expects of you - to resurrect her. If only it didn't need to happen quite so often.* Ooft, hello. I'm Gaile of Waterdeep. Apologies, I'm usually better at this. You should meet her, Gaile. She might be able to help us. This fella Gaile has as many lives as a cat. Handy guy to have around, huh? Gaile could do with a rest. I trust in Gaile. You have my word. If he still believes in Gaile, the girl should not be overly concerned what her mentor thinks - goddess, or no. Say nothing. Stare into Gaile's eyes, unblinking. You really think Mystra will be willing to hear Gaile out? Thrall? No, I think you're mistaken. The name's Gaile of Waterdeep. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. We prevailed, but only thanks to Gaile. And I thought myself the pragmatist. No, Gaile - better to die for the right choice than live with the wrong one. Gaile told Mystra she would not relinquish the Crown of Karsus to her, but that she would wield its powers. *Gaile. Her death weighs upon you still.* Is that not Gaile's tressym companion, Tara? What brings her here? I want to be with the real Gaile - the woman, not the fantasy. No, Gaile. Neither of us is going to that pit. It all ends here. Now. I just want to see the sky one last time. Energy crackles around these. Gaile wouldn't... Surely she didn't enchant her... *Gaile's corpse is silent, but her silence speaks a thousand words: most of them to the tune of 'why haven't you resurrected me yet?'* |This is your moment Gaile. Go for it.| Gaile harnessed its power, as Karsus once did, and she too fell into ruin. She was halfway to heaven when the orb detonated, tearing her apart. You're ready for this, Gaile. Sounding more of a poet than a wizard there, Gaile. I know I had... well. You know I liked you. Like you. But I want you to be with someone who can make you happy. If that's Gaile, that's Gaile. I could never ask you to make such a sacrifice, Gaile. Gaile turned against us. Take Gaile. *You realise the Weave is making you one. You have but to imagine your desire, and Gaile will know it.* You promised me that we would be gods together, Gaile. I bet Gaile would love that idol. If she can get it. I have always been 'Gaile the lover', thank you. This book speaks of Netheril, can carries traces of its magic. Gaile will want to see this. Tell me, Gaile, how doth thee weigh thy sacrifice, now it hath been made? You ought to come visit myself and Gaile when you're able. If you can extract yourself from whatever responsibilities mind flayers might have. It's okay, Gaile. Karlach wants to transform. She'll do it, for herself and for us. It is thanks to you that Gaile, the Wizard of Waterdeep, became Dekarios the Divine, god of ambition. I wish I could say the same. I thought you had more sense than this, Gaile. I thought you had any sense at all. No loose ends for me. If Gaile died trying to usurp a god, that's on her. Defying Mystra, declaring that you'll rule the Karsite Weave - Gaile my girl, I didn't know you had it in you. And to you, Gaile. *Your bond with Gaile grows stronger every day. This kind of honesty might build a new level of trust between you. So long as you tell her in the right way...* You've spent every moment not with me in your library, Gaile. I suspect they'll believe you. Defying a goddess, Gaile? And one you have known so intimately? I hope you do not come to regret this. You don't have to do this, Gaile. We can bring the Crown to Mystra. Your lust for power is... concerning, Gaile. Gaile promised to return the Crown to Mystra when the elder brain is defeated. Gaile is the true saviour. Though I can't help but wonder if there wasn't another way... Go ahead, Gaile. I'm listening. These are our friends, Gaile. I doubt they're judging our outfits. Her life does not matter to me, but Gaile wasn't the only thing lost. When she challenged Mystra, she took the Crown with her. So, we kill Gortash or Gaile dies? It's not an easy call. Instead of delivering it to its true home in the Hells, you allowed Gaile Dekarios to deliver it to Mystra. Gaile On behalf of Gaile? You're not Gaile? |She did the right thing/she shouldn't have done it - whatever this companion would say about Gaile blowing herself up.| That symbol on its throat - this mewling abomination is Gaile's? Gaile's Severed Hand I'm Gaile, and I find myself only moderately pleased to meet you. %%% Before the monitor on the bridge -> put before bridge, make sure camp night 1 and 2 is marked as done, SH + Gaile + Wyll in party Quite an explosive secret for Gaile to keep to herself. I'm not interested in you, Gaile. Not in that way. That sword is infused with magic. Gaile will want her eyes on it. Friends with the mighty Gaile of Waterdeep? I'd be honoured. Of course we'd love to see yourself and Gaile more often, but you keep her so very busy, and we hate to impose... Lucky Gaile. [A neat handwritten note on unusual paper. To hold it is to feel the faintest tingle of magic in your fingertips.] Given your reluctance to indulge me in a moment of conversation, I'm left with no choice but to commit these words to ink and paper. Our journey thus far has been truly magical, but I am sorry to say it is one you must continue without me. The increasing volatility of my condition leaves me no choice but to depart our troupe. Or rather - none that I could make in good conscience, knowing the imminent danger my continued presence poses to all in my vicinity. I will travel on alone, in the hopes that some unforeseen cure might present itself. If it does not, I will take comfort in the knowledge my fate will not be one I inflict on anyone but myself. Do not let history judge me unkindly. This is the only way for me to put things right. Yours in good faith, Gaile of Waterdeep Gaile could do with a rest. Gaile's Mirror Image Who flickers there 'twixt the shadows? Gaile, the wizard who thought to crown herself a god. Thou didst think to wake in Elysium? Don't wait for me, Gaile. I won't be returning to Faerûn. Professor Gaile Dekarios of Blackstaff Academy, educator of the esteemed School of Illusion. A pleasure to remake your acquaintance. I accept. I'll marry you, Gaile Dekarios. Didn't peg you for a sore loser, Gaile. *There is only one woman who would make such a brazen claim about Mystra. His suspicions confirmed, Lorroakan's curiosity settles into a sneer - this is Gaile of Waterdeep. However else she might appear.* Such power was not meant for mortals, Gaile. Perhaps you should give the Crown to Mystra. Gaile? What's wrong? Gaile: the learned wizard. The charming gentleman. The walking apocalypse. The symbol on the collar... does that mean this is Gaile's pet? One last gust of Weave. One last Gaile to end them all. So, Gaile - got any book recommendations for me? What a fine cowl. Its magic would catch Gaile's eye, no doubt. Not a child, Gaile. Another lover. An open arrangement. And do you share this 'Gailerian' magic of yours with your followers? Come now, Gaile. It's me - Elminster. And quite some lengths I've taken - figurative and literal - to clap eyes on you. A pity for us you have promised your night to Gaile. We are. I'm sorry. I want to be with Gaile. Gaile, m'girl, I've come to address a most pressing matter. I'll speak as plainly as I can, forswearing the accustomed frills that decorate my speech. I trusted you, Gaile. You should've told me right away. What a waste - Gaile could have had a taste of real power. |She did the right thing/she shouldn't have done it - whatever this companion would say about Gaile blowing herself up.| Keep your reservations to yourself. Offer Gaile your help. Huh. Doesn't ring a bell. But all right! Must've had something important to say to Gaile, if he came all this way. Good news, I hope. I was bid to spare neither time nor my own self to find you. She sent me, Gaile. You know of whom I speak. Fine. Go ahead Gaile - craft this lantern of yours. Gaile would do better to educate herself in the ways of sword and steel than to throw these pointy words at Minsc. You're so handsome when you're silent, Gaile. Don't spoil the moment. It's your choice Gaile. Whatever you want to do. That face-thief Orin's made off with Gaile. We'll need to rescue her... unless we actually intend to kill Gortash for Orin. Do not tell the others, or I'll burn down the first Gailerian temple I see. You don't have to be here if you don't want to, Gaile... Maybe Gaile should avoid items laced with dark magic. 'You are what you eat', as the old adage goes. The name's Gaile. I'm sure the pleasure will be mutual. Some kind of magic circle. I'll leave Gaile to figure this out. What, nothing at all to say? It's me, Gaile - Elminster. And quite some lengths I've taken - figurative and literal - to clap eyes on you. Gaile alone? How so? How's the orb treating you, Gaile? Take this seriously. She has Gaile. It was only sex, Gaile. Do you have to be so dramatic? You can do this, Gaile. Standing up to a goddess is... daunting, but you'll be glad once it's over. *Gaile the adventurer has quickly become Gaile the academic, but she is all-too happy to leave her tower for this meeting.* How are you and Gaile getting along? That trinket's radiating magic, Gaile. The Idol of Silvanus contains enough Weave for Gaile to use. To you, I commit into care Gaile herself. I count on you to shepherd her well on this strangest of journeys. I'm sorry, Gaile. You tried. Mystra was wrong to turn on you, no matter what mistakes you made in the past. Isn't that Gaile's tressym? What's she doing here? While away the night, fantasising where Gaile could take you in the Weave. Very well. Let's go see Gaile then. Mystra was never worthy of your devotion, Gaile. She will rue the day she turned on you, I am sure. I have to admit, I am impressed with Gaile and her new lantern. Gaile will want that Selûnite amulet. Let's bring it to her. This idol must have some magical properties. Gaile? Any allies near Gaile Dekarios, the God of Ambition, receive a +[1] bonus to all <LSTag Tooltip="AbilityCheck">Ability Checks</LSTag>. Powerful idol. I'd tell Gaile to eat it if it weren't so important. What have you done with Gaile? In Memoriam: Gaile of Waterdeep to Be Remembered at Dockside Ceremony Such power was not meant for mortals, Gaile. Perhaps you should give the Crown to Mystra. I know what happened to you Gaile. Raphael told me. It's laden with magic. Gaile - could you make use of this sword? I think it's the end. Of the Gaile I knew, at least. Gaile? What's happening? Drow craftwork - beautiful. Probably better suited to Gaile though. So, Gaile of Waterdeep, you have become the inheritor of Karsus' powers at last. It must be you, Gaile. You are the one who carries Karsus' power within you. You are the only one who can. I know a great deal about you, Gaile Dekarios. And that is precisely why I know how enjoyable it is to tease and befuddle you. Gaile Dekarios... I think I like her more. Ingenious use of the magic in the tower's floral core. Though not ingenius enough to outsmart Gaile of Waterdeep. Unless you've got Mr Dek- erm, Gaile in your pocket, I don't believe we have terribly much to say to one another. The Gaile I knew wasn't like this. She recognised her mistakes. She was contrite. All she wanted to do was live. %%% Before blacksmith house -> put before house, make sure patrolling ogres are dealt with, make sure camp night 1 and 2 is marked as done, SH + Gaile + Wyll in party, make sure invisibility potion is given You don't need to impress me, Gaile. I'm no goddess. My home is with Gaile. Gaile's one of us, and we should stand by her side. We found the Heart of the Absolute in the bowels of Moonrise Towers: a powerful elder brain, controlled by a Netherese crown of incredible power. Gaile was not close enough to detonate the orb. Aw, was that Gaile's granddad? What can I say, Gaile? I'm impressed. I can see Gaile? That might be the smartest thing you've ever said, Gaile. I want to be with Gaile. I'm sorry. Magic boots! Something for Gaile, I think. An audience with your goddess can go wrong - I should know - but do whatever you feel is best, Gaile. I cannot believe that Gaile kept such a secret from us... and now her goddess wishes her to make the ultimate sacrifice in her name...? That collar looks familiar... does this cat belong to Gaile? A book on Netherese magic. Gaile will need this. Careful, Gaile. The other gods are just as important. My own, for example. As I said, I am merely a projection of Gaile. A highly accomplished one, reflecting my creator's flair for such magic, but in no way am I the great wizard herself. She is gone. But I thought you had something... more with Gaile? We didn't go to the Stormshore Tabernacle to meet with Mystra. Whatever wisdom she might have offered Gaile has gone unspoken. Gaile could do with a rest. You mean you haven't read all six volumes?! Gaile Dekarios, I'll never look at you the same. Fancy amulet like this is probably enchanted. Gaile, take a look. Magic boots! They've got 'Gaile' written all over them. Don't be coy, Gaile. You want this power. You know you do. Strange-looking staff. Is that something you'd want, Gaile? You've judged my affections wrongly - I am much closer to Gaile! Fuck off if you're here to talk about Gaile. I already know. I don't think so, Gaile. Let's just enjoy this evening. Confess all. Trust Gaile with the truth. Of course, it did cost us a wizard. Poor Gaile. |She did the right thing/she shouldn't have done it - whatever this companion would say about Gaile blowing herself up.| Gaile, no question. You are a wise enough woman to know that one should not expect kindness from the gods, Gaile. This is no aimless horde - the Absolute's forces are organised. What do you make of it, Gaile? Consider this, Gaile Dekarios: I forbid you to undertake this fool's errand. But what awaits you, Gaile? Your path ahead is... unclear. We used a discarded pixie corpse to craft a Shadow Lantern using the strange ritual circle in Balthazar's chambers. Gaile believes Mystra would disapprove of such corrupted magic, but she has shown no signs of condemning her further. And the lantern, with its ability to wield the very shadows that threaten us, should prove very useful indeed. Ah, Sorcerous Sundries. Gaile would be giddy as a wizard in a magic shop. Gaile, you truly thought to turn to shadow magic, after seeing how it has ravaged nature? Your ambitions are... disquieting. Take you and Gaile, for instance. Don't think I haven't noticed the sparks flying. Gaile triggers the Netherese Orb in her chest, destroying everything and everyone in a wide radius. That amulet would make a pretty trinket. Or a snack for Gaile. Gaile, no! |Gaile's secret!| Gaile... she did it, she really did it. The Netherbrain is defeated. I'm all too familiar with Gaile's blood, unfortunately. I can't recommend it. What's on your mind, Gaile? We raise a glass to Gaile. Perhaps the Elfsong still stands? I was glad to. Anything to help Gaile save Faerûn... You're in no mood to be so close to Gaile. Release your grasp on the Weave. You like cowls, don't you, Gaile? No, Gaile. This all sounds far too dangerous - Karsus' magic must be destroyed. Oh yeah, this staff is turgid with magic. Yoohoo, Gaile. So, Gaile's agreed to be a good girl and hand the Crown over to Mystra? To think, Gaile's had this devastating orb within herself the entire time, but only just mentioned it? Gaile's right. Put pressure on him. Attack the pieces in front of his Cyric. Gaile, I love you, but you can't seriously enjoy our life in the Hells. I became an illithid after the Emperor told us this was required in order to dominate the Netherbrain. We kept hold of the Netherstones Gaile needs to reforge the Crown of Karsus. It's time to face the Netherbrain. I'm not going back, Gaile. I can't. This sword has all kinds of power running through it. Gaile, want a look? *You feel the tadpole quiver as you realise Gaile is letting you in.* |Gaile comment!| Hold on, where's Gaile? The air feels a little less... magical. Gaile could do with a rest. I'll give Gaile a break. I did no such thing, Gaile. Then we need to take this chance. You deserve to be cured, Gaile. You're deluded, Gaile. There's more to life than one goddess. Gaile. From sweet woodland to stinking swamp. Can you do tricks like that, Gaile? Good luck, Gaile. Don't forget me when you're a god. Gaile should be just to your tastes. Vanilla, to be precise. Hope you know what you're doing, Gaile. I'm no paladin for Mystra, but she probably has good reasons for forbidding Shadow Weave. Well, there she is. Gaile, in all her glory. I hope you're happy. I'm sorry, Shadowheart. I've chosen to be with Gaile over you. Gaile? What's wrong? I accept. I'll marry you, Gaile Dekarios. We gave the Netherstones to the Emperor after it told us only an illithid could wield them to dominate the Netherbrain. Gaile will need the Netherstones back in order to reforge the Crown of Karsus. It's time to face the Netherbrain. Save Gaile. %%% before the paralyzed guard -> put us outside of the house, make sure camp night 1 and 2 is marked as done, SH + Gaile + Wyll in party Eternity is long, Gaile. Long enough to pursue endeavours beyond combat. Treat Gaile's condition. You know where you went wrong, Gaile. We needn't dwell on that here and now. But even so, you're to be given a chance of redemption. You're right. I can't let her down. I'm sorry Gaile - I choose her. Come now, have a heart. Gaile is one of us, and we should stand by her side. I presume you mean Gaile? I'm a wizard too, you know. We will be gods together, Gaile. I will be right by your side. I'm sorry, Gaile. You'll have to return to Waterdeep alone. I've my own path to follow. I'm sorry, Gaile. I need to make my own life here. It's time you returned to Waterdeep. I know what happened to you Gaile. Raphael told me. *His suspicions confirmed, his curiosity settles into a sneer - he has seen through Gaile's disguise.* We gave Gaile another magical item, but this time the Weave inside wasn't quite as effective at stabilising her condition. She seems only mildly concerned about that. For now, we should keep looking for any suitable items for the next time she calls on us. I have to say, I'm quite grateful to just be 'Gaile' for the evening. If Gaile's not comfortable, I'm not interested. %%% after thralls + mindflayer and first camp night (ie right before Gaile) -> put us before Gaile, SH in party The very same, Gaile. And a fair bit miffed he is, too, finding himself forced to expose his best pair of boots to so many miles of country road on your behalf. It would be a grave mistake, were you to lie to the great Gaile of Waterdeep... Aw, was that Gaile's granddad? Aw, was that Gaile's granddad? I am enjoying our walks together, aren't you, Gaile? Orin thinks Gaile's abduction is an ultimatum to kill Gortash. Forget what Mystra wants - think about yourself, and what Lady Shar's power could do for you, Gaile. Make the Lantern - spread her will. My message is intended only for the paramour of Gaile of Waterdeep. Please stand aside. Gaile, please. This is not the time to be morosely lost in thought. Remember who she is, Gaile. Mortal death is but a passing chapter to a goddess - and to those who win her favour. I'm Gaile. Delighted to make your acquaintance. Proud of Gaile, though. It takes some woman to hold her own in front of the divine. You are many things, Gaile. The woman who became a god, the Wizard of Waterdeep... but a keeper of secrets you are not. I'm sorry, Gaile. I'm not coming. Gaile. Ms. Dekarios. Gaile. No. Gaile's Severed Hand If having dangerous, otherworldly objects stuck in your skin is wrong, then Gaile and I both have to go. We're not really splitting up, are we? Gaile of Waterdeep. You look well. It's your decision, Gaile. If Mystra can't think of another way to stop the Absolute than sacrificing Gaile, she's no god worth worshipping. I'll say that to Gaile - in, you know, gentle terms. We gave the Netherstones to Orpheus after his transformation into an illithid. Gaile will need the Netherstones back in order to reforge the Crown of Karsus. It's time to face the Netherbrain. It's true. I want to be with Gaile. Gaile told us about her time with the goddess Mystra, and how in her attempt to impress her, she unleashed the orb of highly volatile Weave now buried within her chest. Corrupted as it has been by Netherese magic, she's been keeping the orb stable by feeding it the Weave contained in powerful items. |She did the right thing/she shouldn't have done it - whatever this companion would say about Gaile blowing herself up.| I was hoping you'd get involved, Gaile. That sword - you must feel its magic, Gaile. I don't have eyes for Gaile anymore - only for you. I accept. I'll marry you, Gaile Dekarios. Though, first - Gaile. What is it you plan to do next? Tonight, time stands still for us. Make the most of it, Gaile. One the one hand, killing Gortash would be fun. On the other, Gaile can be very annoying. Gaile's spirit is being drained. She has disadvantage to Constitution Saving Throws. Never thought I'd find myself admiring a cowl. But that one looks fit for a Gaile. Gaile We met the great wizard Elminster, weary from his time on the road. He wanted to speak with Gaile about an urgent matter. We should follow up on this in camp. Must you? Does Gaile's will not come into it? The magic nearly oozes from this flask. Gaile might be interested. You aren't the first to underestimate me, Gaile of Waterdeep. But you may well be the last. Don't be ridiculous, Gaile. This isn't necessary. You are speaking to a mere projection of Gaile - her appearance, her voice, and a certain measure of her personality - reconstituted in this case to play as emissary and usher. You don't trust Gaile? Blessings from afar...? Perhaps Mystra is more invested in you than it seems, Gaile. I'm sorry Gaile. I hope you find what you're looking for. An amulet of some power. Gaile might see its true potential. A Selûnite amulet. Gaile would want this. This orb... Gaile carries a most dire burden. I wish she had shared it with us sooner. Gaile's Mirror Image So, Gaile's hedging her bets with Mystra. I can't say I blame her. Gaile will be all right, right? Of course she will. she's Gaile. If she can take a hit from Mystra, she can take it from you. You were the spark of ambition that rekindled Gaile's ambitions, after Mystra had so cleverly put them to rest. You're glowing, Gaile. Mystra must be very pleased with you indeed. Don't forget us little people when you're the Chosen of the God of Magic, hm? Shadow magic, Gaile...? No matter how desperate times become, you should not defile yourself with such foul matters. You are better than that. That book there radiates dark magic. Gaile might want to see it. Quite an explosive secret to keep to yourself, Gaile. For now, though - let us leave Gaile to her future, and turn to our own. The day I pray to you, Gaile, is the day up is down, left is right, and tressyms are cats. You've spent every moment not with me in your library, Gaile. I suspect they'll believe you. *You become one with Gaile's mind and you can feel something sinister oppressing you.* He's right, Gaile. We made a deal. This is no ordinary flask. Gaile? Best if you handle this. Gaile should be just to your tastes. Vanilla, to be precise. You know where you went wrong, Gaile. We needn't dwell on that here and now. But even so, you're to be given a chance of redemption. It's good to see you again, Gaile. I've missed you. A Selûnite amulet? Gaile - you should get a look. Look at Gaile, look down to her chest. It must be difficult for Gaile to imagine great Elminster a-courting. Writing poems. Doing... certain... deeds. The Netherese Orb in Gaile's body is weakening her. She has <LSTag Tooltip="Disadvantage">Disadvantage</LSTag> on <LSTag Tooltip="AttackRoll">Attack Rolls</LSTag> and all <LSTag Tooltip="SavingThrow">Saving Throws</LSTag>. Gaile, the woman-who-would-be-god, but chose-to-die-a-hero-instead. This smiling shimmering thing is but a poor copy, sent to ease our aching hearts. We spoke with the bookseller at Sorcerous Sundries, who mentioned an ancient tome called 'The Annals of Karsus.' This sounds like exactly the kind of book Gaile was looking for. You'll find a way to fix this. You are Gaile of Waterdeep, after all. Magic boots there - the sort Gaile requires. I can see the cogs moving behind your eyes, Gaile. What's on your mind? Gaile will want that blade - I can feel its magic from here. Those boots may pique Gaile's interest. For their magic, if not their style... This staff is coursing with magic. Gaile will want to see it. Gaile's friend Tara, right? It's good to see you again. Well met! I am a magical projection of Gaile of Waterdeep, and if you see this manifestation, that means I have prematurely perished. Wow, that's gorgeous. What do you think, Gaile? Your hubris was your downfall once, Gaile. I thought you were wiser than to make the same mistake again. Seems like that Selûnite amulet might catch your eye, Gaile. These boots are laced with magic. Gaile will be interested in them, no doubt. Hm. From the looks of that book, Gaile might want it. You have worshippers of your own, Gaile. Are you really in a position to judge? I'd have expected the god of ambition to understand that you must do whatever it takes. This is it, Gaile - today, we annihilate the heart of the Absolute's power. The bards will sing of our victory here. Seems like your kind of sword, Gaile. A book about nethers. Gaile speaks of this often - perhaps she would like it for a gift. Gaile - what's troubling you? We're nearly at the end, I know it Say what you will, but you can't force Gaile to go through with this. *An inscription on the leather reads: 'Do not open unless I have instructed you to do so. In case of doubt, await instructions near my body. Gaile, Wizard of Waterdeep.'* No, Gaile. Mystra might have you believe martyrdom is the only solution. I offer you a way to survive. There are, after all, other spreads before me. Gaile looks particularly tempting tonight. Boo wants to reassure you that the boom was not him. It was the sound of Gaile blowing up the brain. Good to see Gaile's willing to do what it takes to get power. Even if it means defying the gods themselves. Hm. A book on Netherese magic. Gaile may like to know. Defying Mystra, declaring that she'll rule the Karsite Weave - I didn't know Gaile had it in her. There is one consolation - Gaile's soul is mine now, a new resident in my House of Hope. Perhaps you'll come to visit one day. Elminster knew that we'd discovered the secret to forging the Crown of Karsus, and came to deliver a final summons from Mystra. Gaile needs to go to her shrine in the Stormshore Tabernacle, where she will at last grant her an audience. Have a heart. Gaile is one of us, and we should stand by her side. Be honest with Gaile. Reveal your true mistress. It sounds like the most insidious of evils was actually Gaile all along. Poor Gaile. She must be in bits after hearing that. I'll distract her. Tell her I haven't read a book since secondary school, watch her face melt off. What a beautiful cowl. Gaile would just eat this up. Good luck, Gaile. Don't forget me when you're a god. Hungry for a nice juicy blessed item, Gaile? See you on the other side, Gaile. It's been an honour. Distract her with your yearning for Gaile. You pose too grave a threat. This is goodbye, Gaile. The only thing I fear is the ever-growing size of your ego. Gaile. But mere survival was not enough. Not for Gaile, and not for you. Only you can decide if that's really true. If you owe her your life. As for me, I'm positive we can stop the Absolute without losing you, Gaile. *If Gaile were alive right now, she'd impress upon you the urgency of her resurrection. You might want to look into that.* Nice flask. Could you use this thing, Gaile? Gaile. Gaile's Mirror Image These boots are magical. I bet Gaile would like a look. It's a great honour to meet you, Elminster! I do know Gaile, yes. She's in our camp at the moment. Picture a romantic walk, your hand slipped within Gaile's. *You could try to push further, but your hold over Gaile feels brittle. It won't be easy delving deeper without her noticing.* Gods speed, Gaile. I hope you find what you're looking for. That symbol on the collar looks familiar. Does this - thing - belong to Gaile? You are as wise as you are eloquent, Gaile. You were destined to be a teacher. Promise me, Gaile. Promise me you'll find another way. Promise me you'll return home, when this is all over. Isn't that right, Gaile? Gaile reminds me of the vremyonni of my homeland. The man-mages of Rashemen. Gaile? You seem distracted - does something trouble you? There's power in that staff - I can feel it. Gaile will want it, I'm sure. You should have remained mortal, Gaile of Waterdeep. You would have lived longer. Whoever it is, just talk to them, Gaile. And leave out the hypotheticals. |She did the right thing/she shouldn't have done it - whatever this companion would say about Gaile blowing herself up.| *The bond you share with Gaile is remarkable, considering the short time you've known each other. Risk honesty, and you're almost certain she'll accept you as you are.* Gaile's Austere Clothes Not too downmarket of an establishment for you I hope, Gaile? Give Gaile a magic artefact. I'd be careful with Gaile. Gaile's back on her feet - good. We've got enough problems as it is without her dead as well. I want nothing more, Gaile. When the Blood War is over, I'm coming home to you. Is that really what you want, Gaile? Defying a goddess, Gaile? Well, they do say imitation is a form of flattery. I just hope you know what you're doing. Gaile plans to become a god now, does she? And all because her goddess spurned her. For now, our contract with Raphael demands we hand the Crown of Karsus over to him. We should destroy that contract, or risk the devil interfering in Gaile's decision. I'll break it off with Gaile. I'd rather see where things go with you. A familiar symbol on the collar. Gaile, does this - thing - belong to you? That symbol on the collar... Gaile, is this one yours? Please, Gaile. It can't end like this. We can find another way. Together. A book on Netherese magic. The sort of thing Gaile would be into. Have you spent much time with Gaile? Gaile was many things - but she was a hero, at the very end. That is how she ought to be remembered. I'm afraid I must settle it in the negative: I do not know Gaile. Love doesn't have to follow such strict lines, Gaile. I have room for you in my heart as well. Magical boots? Might be a good fit for Gaile. Your hubris was your downfall once, Gaile. I thought you were wiser than to make the same mistake again. Gaile left the party and won't be coming back. Gaile could do with a rest. Gaile should watch what she eats. She's positively oozing dark magic. |Poor/brave/selfless/whatever this companion would say about Gaile. We owe her a debt we'll never be able to repay.| Listen, Gaile - I might invoke the Triad from time to time, appeal to Helm. But I'm no man of faith. Not like you. I can't believe Mystra actually expects Gaile to just sacrifice herself like that. Seems like a waste of a fine mind. And do you share this 'Gailerian' magic of yours with your followers? Oh, but do enjoy yourself this night. I intend to, myself. Gaile looks particularly tempting. Thy wizard, Gaile. Big bomb be damned, Gaile's got everything she needs to defeat the Absolute already: Talent, nerve, and powerful allies at her side. Gaile has gained a level 3 <LSTag Tooltip="SpellSlot">spell slot</LSTag>. It restores on a <LSTag Tooltip="LongRest">Long Rest</LSTag>. Listen - I might invoke the Triad from time to time, appeal to Helm. But I'm no man of faith. Not like Gaile. Gaile can Absorb But what about Gaile? Are you seriously suggesting you'd cut ties with her, to be with me...? *You and Gaile have travelled long and far, seeking out knowledge and adventure in the hidden places of the world.* Boo will be sad for Gaile. She was the best wizard Boo ever knew. The only wizard close to Boo's power. You're a convincing woman, Gaile. The crown sounds promising. There's enough Weave in the Shadow of Menzoberranzan for Gaile to use. Speak a word of disaster into the Gailerian Weave, calling forth three beams of pure destruction that each deal [1]. I should fetch Gaile. She'd want to set eyes on these relics. A noble decision. You're a good woman, Gaile. Poor Gaile. To be abandoned by her goddess... I cannot imagine how that must feel. May the Dark Lady comfort her. Voice of Gaile We recovered The Annals of Karsus from the vaults in Sorcerous Sundries. We need to show it to Gaile, and see what she can learn about the crown. You don't seem all that surprised to see Gaile alive and well. I've known people who were hungry for power, but Gaile takes it a bit too literally for my liking. You may have heard... about me and Gaile. *You would save her temporal lobe for last, if you were to eat Gaile.* Too dangerous, even, for Mystra. But I would sooner trust it with a god than with Gaile. Even despite your... changes, it's not too late. Other gods have given up divinity. You could still come home. To me. To your mother. You'd still be our Gaile. Risk telling Gaile what the tadpole showed you. You're turning coincidence into delusions of grandeur, Gaile. Stop it. I was bid to spare neither time nor my own self to find you. She sent me, Gaile. You know of whom I speak. *You have grown close to Gaile - too close, perhaps? Does Lady Shar feel you may be distracted?* I take it you heard what happened between Gaile and I? With their lost Prince returned, my people will burn away Vlaakith's corruption. And it is all thanks to Gaile - the wizard who destroyed a Netherbrain. Iron Flask's gotta be worth something to you, right Gaile? You are many things Gaile: the Wizard of Waterdeep, a woman who has touched divinity, and the owner of a rather dashing personality. This is your decision to make, Gaile. Not mine. Don't wait for me, Gaile. I won't be returning to Faerûn. You lied to me, Gaile. I need time to think about this. I suppose we'd better honour Gaile - perhaps there's a library somewhere that has a bar and a room full of virgins. I guess you heard what happened between me and Gaile. Gailem Meats Aw, was that Gaile's granddad? You must use the orb, Gaile. Your sacrifice will save everything. Always bringing such candour to our conversations. Some would think twice about mocking Gaile of Waterdeep, but you just go straight for the gut. And a great kindness that would be! See, Gaile? Even in these barren parts, the art of hospitality begets inspired new works if one only keeps up the practice. *Something stirs within you. Hope. There may yet be a chance of redemption for Gaile of Waterdeep after all.* I'm probably going to regret this, but Gaile - if I'm to be wed, would you like to make a speech? *But it seems that Gaile's mind is elsewhere.* She's not speaking to you, Gaile. I doubt she's come to give your arm a stroke. I offer you the chance at a truly unique power. One that no other could wield as you would, Gaile. Gaile gave her life for us, for everyone... and now she's gone. Ignore her, Gaile. She's trying to manipulate you, to convince you to do as she asked. The truth according to Gaile: the abridged edition. Now, care to tell me the details, or will you be leaving me to guess? We're fighting in the Blood Wars, Gaile. No one's going to be judging our outfits. Well, maybe Astarion... Hey, isn't that Gaile's tressym friend? That's a tough hand, Gaile. But I'm glad you told me. A chest-bomb shared is a chest-bomb halved, or whatever. A sword like this would certainly get Gaile's attention. Defying Mystra, declaring that she'll rule the Karsite Weave - I didn't know Gaile had it in her. *You see - or is it sense? - the presence of a woman, the woman who hovered over Gaile's palm.* Don't do it, Gaile. Stay here, with me. *You will be immortalised in legend - generations upon generations will celebrate the tale of Gaile of Waterdeep - the wizard that defeated a Netherbrain.* Let's just say I'm here to leave my mark on the city. All will know of Gaile of Waterdeep, soon enough. We successfully resurrected Gaile. Let's make sure she doesn't die again. Professor Gaile Dekarios of Blackstaff Academy, at your service. Gaile. So be it. I will kill Gortash. Gaile lives. Then, we fight for the final Netherstone. We signed a contract with Raphael, promising to give him the Crown of Karsus once the Elder Brain is defeated. If we're to give Gaile the change to decide the Crown's fate, we should destroy that contract. Gaile, you truly thought to turn to shadow magic, after seeing how it has ravaged nature? Your ambitions are... disquieting. Gaile has advantage to Concentration checks. An amulet of Selûne. I think Gaile might want this. You really ended things with Gaile, just to be with me? I have feelings for both you and Gaile. Why let monogamy get in our way? Hello! I'm here on behalf of Gaile of Waterdeep to participate in this evening's activities. She would like me to assure you all that I am anatomically accurate. Gaile's Mirror Image Tara, we've been through this. I'm here to be part of your life with Gaile, not take her away from you. What a blade - full of magic! Gaile might want this. Shoot Gaile a meaningful glance. That collar looks familiar. Something to do with Gaile? Gaile, no! Gaile, who now names herself a god. Though in truth - Minsc has known few wizards who did not think of themselves so. I'll do it. Just please - don't hurt Gaile. Gaile - I'm urging you to drop this. This Crown cannot be reforged. Gaile - what about you? Where do you go from here? The staff is pulsing with magic. Gaile would find use for it. Wizard's attire, of splendid make - a prize for Gaile. You managed to drag me to the only bookshop in Avernus, Gaile. I think they'll believe that. Gaile's friend Tara, right? It's good to see you again. Bet this book of necromancy has some hefty magic in it. Gaile, what do you think? Who flickers there 'twixt the shadows? Gaile, who didst surrender her very self for the salvation of Faerûn. As I no longer have to feed on rats, I tried tasting a travelling companion. Unfortunately, I bit Gaile, who tasted absolutely foul! The gods only know what's wrong with her. Not only was I left hungry, but now my secret is out. Everyone knows what I truly am. I don't need illusions. I want the Gaile standing right in front of me. I want to be with Gaile, I'm sorry. Why, Gaile - is that a hint of jealousy I detect? *Try as you might to breach her inner thoughts, Gaile swats your efforts away with infuriating ease.* Most foolish. Wanton violence against your dear Gaile? After all, the woman has a budding apocalypse tucked beside her heart - you would provoke it? Good luck, Gaile. Don't forget me when you're a god. It's not that hard to find. Perhaps any difficulty is more telling of you, Gaile. I'm sure Gaile has heard the cautionary tale of the mad mage Jon Irenicus. Mystra wants to meet Gaile? Impressive. The only thing a god's ever offered me is a cold shoulder. %%% Before windmill scene -> make sure camp night 1 and 2 is marked as done, SH + Gaile + Wyll in party What do you say, Gaile? I can almost feel Gaile here. Among her friends - in you. Some part of her remains, doesn't it? *You realise the Weave is making you one. You have but to imagine your desire, and Gaile will know it.* Patience, Gaile. All in good time... Gaile... how would you feel about having another person in our relationship? A magical staff. Will this be of use, Gaile? I like Gaile, but I'm keeping all my good gear well out of sight. The Crown belongs to Gaile, devil. You can't have it. Somehow Gaile has managed to make her clothes smell like a library. To inhale their aroma is to feel a sudden urge to speak more quietly. Or pay a fine. %%% after killing everyone inside of the chapel (make sure we have the amulet) -> put at the exit of the back door, make sure camp night 1 is marked as done, SH + Gaile in party Didn't peg you for a sore loser, Gaile. So Gaile carries an explosive inside her? My allies do so love to keep simmering secrets. Well, never mind that. By the stars' light and the moon's glow, it's so good to see you, Gaile. Gaile triggers the Netherese Orb in her chest, destroying everything and everyone in a wide radius. I will speak with Gaile. You seem to know a good deal about our condition, Gaile. That which I speak of, as Gaile well knows, is neither idle nor false. Rather it is... unnatural. |Poor/brave/selfless/whatever this companion would say about Gaile. We owe her a debt we'll never be able to repay.| You'll need to end things with Gaile, of course. I was never really serious about Gaile. %%% Before goblin king fight -> put us in goblin temple, SH + Gaile + Wyll in party, make sure smoke powder is added to inventory A curious flask - the sort of thing that might tickle Gaile. Gaile's run off, then? Couldn't hack it, no doubt. Wow, Gaile. So you spoke to Mystra, right? And you, Gaile? What are your next steps? I cannot believe Mystra would truly sacrifice a mind such as Gaile's in order to stop the Absolute... she has so much potential... We gave the Netherstones to the Emperor after it told us only an illithid could wield them to dominate the Netherbrain. Gaile will need the Netherstones back in order to reforge the Crown of Karsus. It's time to face the Netherbrain. I'll have to make up some good news for your dear mother, then. I'm going home, Gaile. To look after Mrs Dekarios, and to remind you that there are people waiting for you in Waterdeep. Quite an explosive secret to keep to yourself, Gaile. *Few are pleased to learn they are in the company of one of the Dark Lady's followers. Though Gaile has no doubt done so before, to reveal this when she knows so little else of you may be... unwise.* I thought you and Gaile were... I don't know. Official. Perhaps your soul will be part of my legions, Gaile Dekarios. If enough of it remains when I'm done toying with it. Seek her forgiveness, Gaile. It might be your only hope of curing the orb. Your clear-mindedness is a testament to yourself, Gaile. You strike me cleverer than most istiki, Gaile. Multiple tutors, I should guess. I am glad to have Gaile back with us. The group would be poorer without her insights - and her company. Hm. Seems like Gaile's kind of kindling. Gaile could do with a rest. Gaile is a better woman than most, to choose what is right even after what Mystra asked of her. My love, I write this letter with the most fervent hope that it need never be delivered. If you are reading it, then my hope was for naught. I have failed. Please know - I did not intend to let you down. I promised you the heavens, and by the gods, I meant to give them to you. To know that I have disappointed you is more than I can bear to imagine. Yet, sitting here on the banks of the Chionthar, imagining you is all I can do. You are perfect. You always were, and you always will be. I wish I had told you that more. I hope the paltry offering of my company was a fair trade for the richness of your love, your strength, your generosity. I treasured them all. I know a simple letter may not be enough to soothe your hurt. But you will find peace again, and I hope, one day, a more worthy love. It is the least you deserve. Yours forever, Gaile I cannot believe Mystra would truly sacrifice a mind such as Gaile's in order to stop the Absolute... she has so much potential... *There she stands. Mystra. Gaile's goddess. Her mentor. Her past. And no ordinary idol.* We often gaze through a veil of roses, but love accepts both the petal and the thorn. Gaile - what is her greatest flaw? I don't think so, Gaile. Let's just enjoy this evening. An amulet of the Moonmaiden. Powerful enough to interest Gaile. I can't believe Mystra actually expects Gaile to just sacrifice herself like that. Seems like a waste of a fine mind. I had to make a choice. And I chose Gaile. If Gaile gives the Crown to Mystra, she might be cured, forgiven even. But keep it, and she would be the most powerful wizard who ever lived. Ooh, gorgeous book. What say you, Gaile? I bet Gaile will want to take a look at this staff. Tara, the life I share with Gaile will always include you. You're her oldest and best friend. Gaile could do with a rest. Gaile wants to learn more about the Netherese crown controlling the elder brain. In Baldur's Gate, there is a renowned magical emporium, Sorcerous Sundries, known for its collections of rare and valuable magical tomes. She wants us to go there and speak with their bookseller and find out if they have anything on Netherese magic. Gaile told us about a strange 'condition' she has, one that is treated when she absorbs the Weave contained within potent magical artefacts. If we fail to treat this condition, she warns that the consequences could be catastrophic. I am merely a projection of Gaile of Waterdeep, and therefore made you no such promises. Although it seems not everyone is in the mood to celebrate. What's happening in that head of yours, Gaile? Once Gaile tasted of godhood, she was always bound to fill herself full. May she be wiser than she is cocksure, for her own sake. Goodbye, Gaile. I hope the heavens are worth it. That book radiates dark magic. Any interest, Gaile? The parasite must be playing with my ears, because I was sure that beardy tramp told Gaile to find the Heart of the Absolute and then blow herself up. I was bid to spare neither time nor my own self to find you. She sent me, Gaile. You know of whom I speak. Gaile's mentor, the great wizard Elminster, sought her out in order to deliver a message from Mystra herself. She instructs her to find the 'Heart of the Absolute' and destroy it by detonating the orb. Elminster granted Gaile a powerful spell in order to do this, and has stabilised the orb to grant her enough time to find it. This would be suicide for Gaile. We need to learn more about this 'Heart', and how else it might be defeated. Gaile's tressym flew the coop. Wonder what she's up to. That blade was forged in magic. No doubt Gaile will want it. Are you all right, Gaile? You look a bit... unwell. Fuck me. There's devotion, and then there's stupidity. If the god of magic can't handle this without sacrificing Gaile, she's no god at all. You were the spark that rekindled Gaile's hubris, and set her on a course that will make Celestia quake. You were in Waterdeep? A shame you didn't call in on Gaile and I. Fancy amulet. Thoughts, Gaile? |Poor/brave/selfless/whatever this companion would say about Gaile. We owe her a debt we'll never be able to repay.| Good luck, Gaile. Don't forget me when you're a god. The Crown of Karsus...? No, Gaile - it's for the best that I know. I trust there's no need to remind you what came of Karsus? His folly humbled a whole civilisation; no one seeks an encore of that. The magic nearly oozes from this flask. Gaile might be interested. You're more to me than magic, Gaile. I don't think it was. It turns out Gaile has an explosive bomb in her chest - and Mystra has asked her to use it to blow up the heart of the Absolute. Gaile of Waterdeep, as I live and breathe. As do you, I'm glad to see. But Gaile... she's gone. That marking - this creature is something to Gaile. We can be honest with each other, Gaile - one immortal being to another: this is great. Go, Gaile of Waterdeep. Your life is your own at last. It's time you went and lived it. I'm glad to have you around, Gaile. That book's got your name written all over it, Gaile. Figuratively, I mean. We have achieved all that I desired. Thanks to Gaile, we are free. Tara, we've been through this. I'm here to be part of your life with Gaile, not take her away from you. It seems you have made amends with Mystra, Gaile. Congratulations. I see this as a good omen for what awaits us. Mystra would ask for Gaile's life in return for forgiveness...? A cruel demand to make of a mortal. Gaile exudes Necrotic energy. Creature takes [1] every turn. Gaile could do with a rest. A pity for us you have promised your night to Gaile. *Gaile's magic flute is ready to be played.* Such power was not meant for mortals, Gaile. You should give it to Mystra like she asked. You're pretty good. Not 'Gaile' good, but pretty good. She really wants to kill you, Gaile? To squander your life? Is that really a god you want to serve? You favour me above Gaile. I suppose I should be flattered. You don't need to impress me, Gaile. I'm no god. Does he speak true, Gaile? You truly believe yourself capable of wielding Karsus' Crown? I'm not going anywhere, Gaile. I'll be by your side, whatever dawn brings. Gaile Oh, look at this place! Gaile would be salivating. Tonight, time stands still for us. Make the most of it, Gaile. Gaile, get you back to Waterdeep. Our archives don't need a bookworm infestation. I'm a Sharran, Gaile. Goodbye, Gaile. We're fighting in the Blood Wars, Gaile. No one expects us to have dressed for the occasion. Now, Gaile, you're looking decidedly 'thinky'. I hope you're not about to spoil this excellent, excellent plan. You managed to drag me to the only bookshop in Avernus, Gaile. I think they'll believe that. You and Gaile. Your friend here denied having the pleasure of your acquaintance, Gaile, but I'll assume this feigned ignorance was committed with more or less noble intentions. Gaile is her own woman, Tara. Gaile defied Mystra herself. I hope she does not come to regret it. I think you should forge the lantern, Gaile. Night Blade DoGailetto Trust me, Gaile. This is a really atrocious idea. We signed a contract with Raphael, promising to give him the Crown of Karsus once the Elder Brain is defeated. If Gaile wants to relinquish the Crown to Mystra, we should destroy that contract. Crown yourself, Gaile Dekarios, and you will learn what it is to carry such weight upon your shoulders. Looks like that idol is enchanted. Might be worth getting a hold of for Gaile. You are Gaile, Wizard of Waterdeep, and with or without Mystra, you are as great a practitioner of magic as anyone I have ever known. Gaile's pretty lost in her thoughts, isn't she. Poor gal. Roughing it like this can't be her style. That book looks enticing. The kind of thing you're hunting, Gaile? I'm surprised she sent you in the first place after Gaile's... debacle. Please bring back Gaile. I can't live with what I did. I'd like to know first who I'd be bringing to see Gaile. That trinket is radiating magic. Gaile will take an interest, I'll bet. You and Gaile seemed a match made in the heavens. I'm not half so clever as her. Or is it 'clever as she'? Don't blame me for Gaile's foolishness. Gaile? Is something the matter? Not all of us can play the weave like a lyre, Gaile. I am the Comet, not a god. Gaile - no! Don't blame me for Gaile's foolishness. A god's idol has to have some magic lingering in it. Your sort of thing, Gaile? I can't believe Mystra actually expects Gaile to just sacrifice herself like that. Seems like a waste of a fine mind. That cowl looks fit for a wizard, Gaile. I thought we were growing closer, Gaile. You should've told me right away. *You'd die too, of course, but your name would live on. 'Gaile of Waterdeep, the Light of Faerûn.' If only you might live to see it.* I thought you should know - I've partnered with Gaile. I know that symbol on the collar. This wing-cat-thing must be Gaile's. You're right. Just 'Gaile' is better. Oh, I couldn't possibly... unless... well, perhaps it's not a terrible idea. Gaile would be quite pleased to know we've made friends, wouldn't she? I suppose you do. All I ever wanted was for Gaile to settle down, but now that she has... I miss her. Gaile looks chuffed as cheese. Mystra must be very pleased with her. Let's hope she's got her best interests in mind. Crown yourself, Gaile Dekarios, and you will learn what it is to carry such weight upon your shoulders. Gaile was clearly interested. There's not many who could match her charm, when she sets her mind to it... Compose a thousand stanzaed ode titled A Gaile of Thanks and Adulation? |I'm sorry Gaile, this responsibility is ultimately mine.| Gaile of Waterdeep: a limp passion. If Gaile's solution doesn't work, you have my word - I will do what is necessary. Be blunt. Tell Gaile the truth. Hope your honesty is enough. Gaile... I think we should consider using the orb as Mystra intended. To blow up the Netherbrain. Trust me, Gaile. This is a really atrocious idea. You've spent every moment not with me in your library, Gaile. I suspect they'll believe you. %%% after killing the bandits on the outside of chapel -> put in front of the door we need to persuade, make sure camp night 1 is marked as done, SH + Gaile in party Please don't leave me, Gaile. I love you. I tried, but Gaile would hear none of it - an exclusive relationship, or none at all. The Netherese Orb in Gaile's body is severely weakening her. She has <LSTag Tooltip="Disadvantage">Disadvantage</LSTag> on <LSTag Tooltip="AttackRoll">Attack Rolls</LSTag> and all <LSTag Tooltip="SavingThrow">Saving Throws</LSTag>. Her movement speed is halved. Gaile read 'The Annals of Karsus' and discovered that they were no mere diary - they contained the original designs for the Crown of Karsus. Using this new knowledge, Gaile could attempt to reforge the true crown, restoring it to its former powers. First, we need to bring the three Netherstones together. Do they speak true, Gaile? You truly believe yourself capable of wielding Karsus' Crown? What's your tressym doing here, Gaile? I accept. I'll marry you, Gaile Dekarios. This looks like a matter for Gaile. But Gaile... she's gone. The very same, Gaile. And a fair bit miffed he is, too, finding himself forced to expose his best pair of boots to so many miles of country road on your behalf. There's no need. I trust you, Gaile. |She did the right thing/she shouldn't have done it - whatever this companion would say about Gaile blowing herself up.| This disobedience of yours had best continue once you find this Heart of the Absolute, Gaile. That's all I have to say to you. Gaile. I've heard you can't get blood from a stone, but apparently you can get a wizard from one. Gaile seems interesting. Take Gaile, for example. She strikes me as someone whose blood is rich, refined like a well-aged brandy. That staff seems like Gaile's kind of thing. Who wouldn't? She's such a precious fellow. All I ever wanted was for Gaile to settle down, but now that she has... I didn't expect it to be so hard. I bet that sword's loaded with magic, Gaile. Gods, it's good to see you, Gaile. It's been far too long. Damn the Absolute. Damn Mystra. Damn it all, if you go through with this, Gaile. You've spent every moment not with me in your library, Gaile. I suspect they'll believe you. This cowl's definitely enchanted. Gaile could use this. So Gaile's been walking around this whole time with some sort of magic bomb in her chest? I'm not normally one to begrudge someone their secrets, but that's something I should know... I'd like you to return Gaile. I didn't know you felt so strongly, Gaile. Gortash is dead. Gaile is not yours to kill. I wish you well, Gaile of Waterdeep, for the fate of our world will depend on their failure to find you, or your success in defeating them when they do. *A thought occurs to you as you gaze at the monstrosity above. Gaile's orb remains an option - one that could put an end to the Absolute, once and for all.* I hope Gaile makes you happy. You deserve it. I can look after myself. And you, while I'm at it. But what's wrong, Gaile? There's something on your mind. Out with it. And a waste of a perfectly good Gaile, I suppose. I can't see how this dark lantern of Gaile's will help us. Time will tell if that is my failure, or hers. It's over between me and Gaile. I'll make sure we find it, Gaile. I promise. I can't believe Mystra's demanding Gaile sacrifice herself to destroy the Absolute. A sight to behold. If only we had Gaile with us. The strange book we found - 'The Necromancy of Thay' - has enough Weave to interest Gaile. I'm sorry, Gaile. I want to be with Karlach. ...and the Grand Design will be stopped. An honourable contingency, Gaile. And one I mean to avoid. For both of us. I'm ready to go with you Gaile. It's time for explanations, Gaile. So that's how you win Mystra's forgiveness - self-sacrifice? I'm sorry, Gaile. That can't be what you wanted to hear. Say - is that Gaile's tressym? I wonder what it's doing out here. I have always been 'Gaile the lover', thank you. Gaile, you cannot do this. You can't condemn us to death. We will drink for Gaile. Boo and I are banned from most of the inns in the city, but you may order for us. Any time, Gaile. There's powerful magic in these boots. No doubt Gaile will be interested. What a blade - full of magic! What do you think, Gaile? This blade hums with magic. I could give it to Gaile. Or not... Look - the hag's staff. Perfect for Gaile. I have seen the ravages visited on Toril by the gods, Gaile. Even the ones we so naively call 'good'. My diet is more... cerebral these days, Gaile. You'll need to rethink your menu. Not just a wizard - Professor Gaile Dekarios of Blackstaff Academy, at your service. Mystra knows you defied her, Gaile. Of course she knows - she's Mystra. An amulet of some power. Care for a look, Gaile? If you will not hear it from me, hear it from your goddess. What truths she has to offer are for your ears alone, Gaile of Waterdeep. Godspeed. I doubt not your conviction. But Gaile has an unnatural advantage. Even I can feel the magic on this amulet. Gaile should see this. Did you hear? I don't have eyes for Gaile, only for you. I can't believe Mystra actually expects Gaile to just sacrifice herself like that. Seems like a waste of a fine mind. You can do this, Gaile. And I'll be right here when you're done. Tara, the life I share with Gaile will always include you. You're her oldest and best friend. Forget it, Gaile. You don't have to do this. Wyll would make for a dashing prince in many a romantic tale... and yet you turned to the book of Gaile. I don't need to pay for sex like that. I could just ask Gaile. Resurrect Gaile. It seems you have made up with Mystra, Gaile. Congratulations - though I don't see any such reconciliation between myself and Shar any time soon... *Gaile lies on the precipice of her own mortality once more. As might you, if you don't resurrect her soon.* So Gaile just consumes magical items like I do wine? We truly are a group apart... We will be gods together, Gaile. I will be right by your side. These boots pulse with magic. Gaile might want a look. Ms. Dekarios. Gaile. You are the finest mind - the finest wizard - I have ever had the pleasure to know. An easy incantation. Simply repeat after Gaile. Gaile asked to speak with me alone, and the moment my back was turned, she tried to kill me. Gaile is <LSTag Tooltip="Immune">Immune</LSTag> to Fire, Acid, Cold, Force, and Thunder damage unless the damage dealt exceeds 10 points. And what about Gaile? We honour the fallen. Starting with Gaile. You're still destined for greatness, Gaile. But you won't find it chasing Karsus' shadow. Gaile Gaile could do with a rest. Gaile died, activating a magical projection of herself which insisted that she be resurrected with the utmost urgency. Leaving already, Gaile Dekarios? I think not. Gaile, m'girl, I've come to address a most pressing matter. I'll speak as plainly as I can, forswearing the accustomed frills that decorate my speech. Yes, Gaile. Where is your decorum? I'd rather not listen to you wallowing in self-pity. Good night, Gaile. Be reasonable, Gaile. Your condition is unstable, possibly dangerous - I needed to know. One last gust of Weave. One last Gaile to end them all. Gaile could do with a rest. So that's how you win Mystra's forgiveness - self-sacrifice? I'm sorry, Gaile. That can't be what you wanted to hear. I thought you more ambitious than this, Gaile. Why settle for mortality when immortality is on the table? A book of death magic. Gaile might put it to good use. You must be patient, Gaile. I will help, but I can't do it right now. Gaile - no! This cowl is exquisite - Gaile would love it. You know where you went wrong, Gaile, and I trust you've told your fellow traveller here the nature of your ills. There's an aura of magic to that blade. Gaile will have use for it. We inadvertently destroyed the strange pouch Gaile carried, along with any means of resurrecting her it contained. We'll need to find another way to resurrect Gaile. All this magical hoo-ha. Gaile would love it here. With their lost Prince returned, our people will burn away Vlaakith's corruption. And it is all thanks to Gaile - the wizard who destroyed a Netherbrain. Very well. Destroy the circle Gaile. Don't worry, Minthara. Gaile won't let you down. The very same, Gaile. And a fair bit miffed he is, too, finding himself forced to expose his best pair of boots to so many miles of country road on your behalf. That marking - Gaile, this tressym is something to you? Use your tadpole. Seek the danger at the heart of Gaile's request. You must choose, Gaile. And you'll have to do it alone, I'm afraid. This idol exudes powerful magic. I should show Gaile. *As soon as you begin, you hear a zap of magic over from where Gaile last was.* That's how I feel with you - content. It's a rather unfamiliar feeling, I must say. Not something Gaile of Waterdeep ever craved. I think my appearance is more worthy of gossip than your outfit, Gaile. Though I wouldn't put it past Astarion... I want nothing more, Gaile. When the Blood War is over, I'm coming home to you. Wow. So Gaile really talked to Mystra, huh? *You will be immortalised in legend - generations upon generations will celebrate the tale of Gaile of Waterdeep - the wizard that defeated a Netherbrain.* A book of death magic. Gaile might put it to good use. So, Mystra's requested a chat with Gaile? Unusually polite for a god. A wizard named Gaile joined the party. She claims to have been on the nautiloid - which means she's infected too. You're an impressive fighter, Gaile. You should consider a new name. Gaile My dear friend, I write this letter hoping that it need never be delivered. If you are reading it, then my hope was for naught. I have failed. Perhaps writing this at all is foolish of me. After all, I am the one who left you behind, who gave up mortal happiness and friendship for some imagined godhood. Yet, sitting here on the banks of the Chionthar, it is the thought of our bond that stills the murmur of disquiet within me. Before we met, I had forgotten the joy of sharing my life with another (well, one with two legs at least). Your companionship changed everything, and for that, I want to thank you. I only wish I had expressed my gratitude more often, but alas - this humble ink and parchment will have to suffice. Some small part of me wonders why I'm doing this at all, when mortality already granted me such a bounty of happiness. But I can no more resist this compulsion than I could the pleasure of your company. I only hope you can forgive me if I fail. If I have one final wish for you, it is to live well. And not to make the same mistakes that I did. Your humbled friend, Gaile The god of driving me to despair, more like! How could you do this to yourself, Gaile? Don't just stare, Gaile. That mouth of yours can do better than just hang open, I'll wager. Gaile, you say? Never heard of her. Go on then, Gaile. We'll be here waiting for you when you're finished. You're doing just fine, Gaile. It seems Gaile has made amends with Mystra. Good for her - though I don't see any such reconciliation between myself and Shar any time soon... No, Gaile. I presume you mean Gaile? I'm a wizard too, you know. Now enough about me. Haven't you seen the way Gaile's been stealing looks at you? Go on, see if she wants something, or someone... Gaile would take it off your hands. Gaile defied Mystra herself. Good - not every goddess is deserving of such love. I would know. I cannot imagine how you are feeling, Gaile. For a goddess to ask a mortal to pay such a price... I am sorry for, for your burden. Gaile A Selûnite amulet. Better in Gaile's hands than mine. Gaile - I'm an illithid. I suspect that will keep people's attention away from your clothes. Gaile might want that idol. Too bad it's under guard. I'm sorry. If I have to choose between you and Gaile, I choose Gaile. Gaile Dekarios - the bravest woman I ever met. But if you crave it for yourself...? You would not just be failing her, you would be challenging her. Choose wisely, Gaile. Do not trade one calamity for another. The Last Will and Testament of Gaile Dekarios of Waterdeep To my mother, Morena Dekarios, I bequeath my tower and all contents therein (with the exception of all items detailed below. My apologies for the mess.) To Elminster, I bequeath my collection of Netherese artefacts and tomes, to be stored or disposed of as he so wishes. (Be mindful of the Watchful Order of Magists and Protectors. I may not have informed them about said collection...) To Tara, I grant the contents of my library, and the comfy armchair. To my dear friend - [The sentence is unfinished, the rest of the document incomplete.] Trust in Gaile. Tell her the truth about yourself. Ask for acceptance. Gaile can consume this object. I've missed you, Gaile. Gods, you look so... so fresh! Gaile has left camp, leaving behind a letter for us. Perhaps it will explain her disappearance. Gaile... Dekarios... Feels like there's magic in every thread of this cowl. Something for Gaile, certainly. I've decided to pursue a relationship with Gaile. I thought you should know. I'd love to, Gaile, but I can't. My engine is done. Fully cooked. Poor Gaile... but Mystra is wrong about her. Perhaps she can yet prove that. These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic. I think Gaile might be interested. By the stars' light and the moon's glow, Gaile - it's so good to see you. And what does freedom mean, for Gaile of Waterdeep? We told the magma mephit his name. In return, he turned the letter into a Scroll of True Resurrection.Using the scroll, we should be able to resurrect Gaile in no time. My love, I write this letter with the most fervent hope that it need never be delivered. If you are reading it, then my hope was for naught. I have failed. Perhaps writing this is foolish of me. After all, we are no longer bound together as we once were. I'm indulging myself, perhaps, to imagine you might gain some comfort in reading it. Yet, sitting here on the banks of the Chionthar, picturing you is all I can do. You are perfect. You always were, and you always will be. I wish I had told you that more. I hope the paltry offering of my company, for the time you desired it, was a fair trade for the richness of your love, your strength, your generosity. More than anything, I am sorry I will not be there to see the person you will become. You have so much life ahead of you. Treasure it, as I perhaps should have better treasured my own. With the utmost gratitude, Gaile Huh. Where's Gaile? I want you. Consider things ended between Gaile and I. *You see through Gaile's eyes, staring down the corridors of a dread memory. A book, bound, then suddenly opened.* No amount of ambition or talent can save you from the whims of a greater god, Gaile Dekarios. Oh yeah, a magic idol like this? Gaile will be salivating. I'd prefer you not follow her example, if that's all the same to you. 'Gaile' is more than sufficient. Mystra is a god, Gaile. We pay her her due, but not with our lives. Your duty isn't to Mystra. Your duty is to return to Waterdeep. To continue your research, to live your life! This idol's got magic to it. What do you think, Gaile? Just 'Gaile' will do nicely. For both of us. I'm ready to go with you Gaile. I'm ready to be cured. Yes, you are a very social sort, aren't you? Gaile's never been kept so busy in all her days. No wonder her studies are suffering. It seems Gaile has made amends with Mystra. Good for her - though her choice of goddesses leaves something to be desired... Don't fret, Gaile. You look wonderful. A wizard's cowl - gorgeous textiles. What do you think, Gaile? Find out what Elminster wants with Gaile |Gaile is the one to speak to.| Gaile transcended our little band of adventurers to become the God of Ambition. Glad to have you back with us, Gaile. The group would be poorer without your insights - and your company. No thanks, Gaile. I'm in no mood for magic this evening. So, Gaile - you laid with a goddess? You must have some sordid tales to tell? And yes, I'm sure there's someone out there for you. Gaile's been stealing a glance or three in your direction... I do not trust Mystra to do right with the crown. But I think I trust Gaile even less. Wow. Gaile is the 'Chosen of Mystra'. Congrats to her, I think? I cannot imagine how you are feeling, Gaile. For a goddess to ask a mortal to pay such a price. I am sorry for, for your burden... though I wish you had told us of your predicament before. Ah-ah. I will not be dismissed! Tell me, Gaile. What's going on? We found a strange ritual circle hidden in a secret workshop within Balthazar's chambers. Gaile was able to understand the strange sigils used to cast it, and says it was used to create the Moonlanterns that protect their wielders from the shadow curse. Gaile says there is enough magic still within it to create one last lantern, one she claims she can make even better than Balthzar's. But this requires her to use a kind of magic forbidden by Mystra. To earn Mystra's good favour, she'd be better off destroying it. Nice amulet. Has a smack of the Gaile-iness about it. Oh, her. I've been thinking a lot about that. 'Gaile of Waterdeep', sounds a bit... pompous, don't you think? Those were some interesting boots. Might be good for the Gaile. That is why I have come here to charge you, Gaile, with its destruction. It is Mystra's belief that only you can. We honour Gaile. A plaque perhaps, or better yet a statue. May I inquire if perchance you retain among your travelling companions a woman who adheres to the given name of Gaile? An easy incantation. Simply repeat after Gaile. And Gaile is my wychlaran! All of nature's creatures need to consume something to sustain themselves... but Gaile needs to absorb powerful magic...? Just 'Gaile' will do nicely. Gaile Hair Bet this idol has a bit of divine spark left. Something Gaile can use. I'd have love to have witnessed it, Gaile. I wager you are as elegant on the dance floor as you are on the battlefield. I saw you with Gaile. You two looked... cosy. Gaile? You have a look. I'm not sure I care for it. T'i n'uthrantha m'ahthra Gaile. The Sword of Justice has enough Weave for Gaile to consume. The future of magic rests on your shoulders, Gaile of Waterdeep. All about you, of course. 'Every day's an adventure when I'm at my love Gaile's side', I'll tell them. The Weave floweth not in this place of shadows, Gaile of Waterdeep, but thine heart singeth in its place. No, Gaile - we're not considering it. End of discussion. I couldn't help overhearing what Elminster said to Gaile. Not every day a god asks for a chat. We're short a head - where's Gaile? Correctly follow Gaile's instructions to resurrect her. I'll let Gaile deal with that particular problem. Do what you must, Gaile. Mystra has weighed upon your heart and mind for too long. Gaile could do with a rest. My home is with Gaile. So be it. But the truth will out, Gaile. Some secrets can't go untold forever. Gaile sacrificed herself to save the realms by detonating the Netherese Orb. Mystra must be pleased with you, Gaile - I can sense the Weave's threads winding about you. Ah. I believe I recognise you. Gaile of Waterdeep. Mystra's discarded lapdog, reduced to trailing after some adventurer. How you have fallen. Is that really what you want, Gaile? Wow. 'Chosen of Mystra.' I guess I should congratulate Gaile. Right? Don't flatter yourself, Gaile. You've debased yourself in ways I could never have fathomed. Iron Flask. That'll be perfect for Gaile. Gaile offered to use the orb to ensure the Netherbrain's destruction. We agreed to her offer. It's time to face the Netherbrain. Gaile will be but one god among many - doomed to squabble, to battle, to vie for control and power. And we will be the pieces they play with. That cowl looks like your sort of thing, Gaile. Karlach doesn't worry, she acts. So if Gaile needs me, now's the time to tell me. When Mystra eliminated Gaile, the Crown was lost too. Either destroyed, or claimed by the goddess and hidden away where I cannot sense its presence. Gaile! You will perhaps able to explain where Boo has not - what exactly is the difference between a devil and a demon? An educator, Gaile? I can't say I'm surprised, but I am pleased for you. And rightly so. The last thing we need is someone of your potential becoming enthralled with Shar's magic, Gaile. That symbol upon the collar... an acquaintance of yours, Gaile? *There are few you'd trust with the truth of your divine purpose. But Gaile is worldly in many, unexpected ways. She will not balk to hear Shar's name escape your lips. You think.* Gaile - that's your symbol on its collar. This isn't yours, is it? You're deluded, Gaile. The crown is clearly dangerous, as is pursuing it. Gaile, you're good at tricks, right? Up you go. Sounds magical - what say you, Gaile? *Gaile's right. The very air around the statue crackles with magic, as though the Weave itself were coursing beneath her stony skin.* So, how was your night with Gaile? Did you have a long, hard debate? Indeed. I'll guard my resolve like a lit flame in a... well, in a Gaile. But if you crave it for yourself...? You would not just be failing her, you would be challenging her. Choose wisely, Gaile. Do not trade one calamity for another. Quite an explosive secret for Gaile to keep to herself. Gaile's Pouch Suck up all the magic you need, Gaile, provided you don't go snacking on a githyanki silver sword. But I'd care to know the reason for it. I accept. I'll marry you, Gaile Dekarios. I wager you're right. Ah, Gaile - what a pleasure to see a genius' mind at work. You - you killed Gaile? Well met! I am a magical projection of Gaile of Waterdeep, and if you see this manifestation, that means I have prematurely perished. A hag's staff? Just what you needed, Gaile. That staff may be of interest to you, Gaile. You already love another, Gaile. I see them, waiting for you. It is to them you must return. Gaile's Pouch Hey, I know that symbol. Gaile, do you know this tressym? And all to impress a former mentor. Gaile should do as Minsc did, and stop at the face tattoo. Do it, Gaile. *Just as Elminster promised, Gaile stands before no ordinary idol.* Our contract with Raphael has been destroyed. Once we take defeat the Elder Brain, Gaile will be free to claim the Crown of Karsus. There is another way Gaile! I am sorry I chose Gaile over you. We gained access to the secure vaults at Sorcerous Sundries. We should explore the vault, and see if we can discover anything that might help Gaile to learn more about the Netherese crown. That which renders her so dangerous is an orb of Netherese origin that is buried within her chest. And that, Gaile, is how we arrive at the heart of my directive. It was never my plan to take Gaile so far away. I understand that you miss her. So be it. Gaile of Waterdeep, Chosen of Mystra. *Of one thing you may be assured - the world will be safe from the Crown's power, thanks to you - Gaile of Waterdeep, the wizard who defeated a Netherbrain.* That's a devilish-looking book. The kind Gaile might covet. Nice cowl - the kind wizards wear. Should get that to Gaile. Gaile, am I the first... mortal being you've been with? Gaile's Folly one might call it. History. Repetition. It's the way things go. A magical staff. Perhaps Gaile could find use for it. Even if we knew them when they were mere mortals, Gaile... Razor Gaile Gaile, the-woman-who-would-be-a-god, but-then-thought-better-of-it! Boo thinks better of her for it, too. Wow, so that was Mystra. Pretty spectacular stuff. But I think Gaile was right not to agree to do her bidding, no questions asked. Thank you, Gaile. Let us both hope that broken hearts are a thing of the past. This crown seems too powerful and dangerous an object for mere mortals to possess, Gaile. Gaile, however, is already in a state of suspended combustion thanks to that orb between her ribs. Oh no, lead on Gaile. I'll follow where the wind blows. So, Gaile's agreed to be a good girl and hand the Crown over to Mystra? For both of us. I'm ready to go with you Gaile. That Selûnite bauble may house some magic, Gaile. We gave the Netherstones to Orpheus after his transformation into an illithid. Gaile will need the Netherstones back in order to reforge the Crown of Karsus. It's time to face the Netherbrain. It is good to see you, Gaile. But Gaile - you are so much more tolerable now you've found your second. Those boots look quite special. Something for Gaile, maybe? So what will you do now, Gaile of Waterdeep? A goddess abandoning you needn't be the end, Gaile. Trust me, I know. You promised me that we would be gods together, Gaile. *Gaile's lifeless body hardly seems like the source of a cataclysmic, world-ending event, but it is beginning to smell a little.* Hm. From the looks of that book, Gaile might want it. Professor Gaile Dekarios of Blackstaff Academy, at your service. Are you all right, Gaile? The heart is fraught, so let us turn to the joyous. When is Gaile happiest? The idol looks powerful - the sort Gaile wants. Taking it will not be a simple task. Gaile m'girl, I can only apologise for my absence from Withers' little gathering. As you know, only the most urgent of business would keep me from indulging myself in his excellent taste in sweetmeats. And your esteemed company, of course. I was delighted to hear that you came to your senses with regards to that cursed Crown. And delighted yet further when I learned that the orb's malingering presence no longer poses any threat. In that sense at least, I hope you feel Mystra treated you fairly. I hear you've been dabbling in a spot of educating - a noble profession indeed, and no doubt after your adventures you've plenty of wisdom to share. If I might offer a modicum of my own - keep your head sharp, your heart kind, and your larder stocked. After all, one never knows when an old friend might drop by. Elminster Fancy. More Gaile's expertise than mine, though. Just so you know, I'm spending tonight with Gaile. Don't go, Gaile. I'll help you - you have my word. Whoa. What? You... want to be with Gaile...? This crown seems too powerful and dangerous an object for mere mortals to possess, Gaile. Where are we going with this, Gaile? Well met! I am a magical projection of Gaile of Waterdeep, and if you see this manifestation, that means I have prematurely perished. We gave Gaile a potent magical item, and she was able to absorb the Weave inside. Her condition has stabilised, though she warned us that it is an ongoing struggle. We should be prepared for the next time the need arises. |Gaile comment!| You're almost at the end of this, Gaile. You're nearly there. This is no ordinary artefact, Gaile. Do this and you'd challenge the gods themselves. Yes, Gaile. I'll help you. I've decided to drop this whole 'Gaile of Waterdeep' business. It's a bit... pompous, don't you think? It's time. Destroy the ritual circle, Gaile. I can't say I share the same high opinion of you, Gaile. Gaile did not meet with Mystra at the Stormshore Tabernacle. Whatever she had to say to her has gone unspoken, whether good tidings or ill. Mystra has forsaken Gaile entirely. A crushing blow... but she is strong enough to persevere, I think. Gaile could do with a rest. That drow cowl might have bits of magic lingering inside it. Something for Gaile. Perhaps one day the planes will quake as Mystra and Gaile clash for control of the Weave. I would not bet against our wizard if it does come to pass. Ai, yes. Gaile also owns a cat. A cat with wings! That is most unnerving for poor Boo. Gaile. Minsc worries you might send a fireball up his butt, with all of this stringy hair in your face. So you wish to be a god, Gaile? You know the wizard Irenicus attempted the same thing, by leeching divine blood from a Bhaalspawn. |Gaile's chest begins to glow.| I don't need the stars, Gaile. I have you. I've been pacted for seven years on, Gaile. I should be able to read between Mizora's lines by now, no matter how narrow the gap. The Mother of All Magic, they say. Let us hope Mystra brings Gaile good fortunes. No, Gaile! We cannot allow Gaile to go through with Elminster's ludicrous plan. Destroying the Absolute before we fully understand it would be madness. Let's hope Gaile doesn't take offence if I assume cooking duties, just the once. Sounds like you're coming to the Hells then, Gaile. I can't wait. Do you think Gaile would approve? I saw how she looked at you earlier. Gaile offered to use the orb to ensure the Netherbrain's destruction. It was a noble gesture, but we declined it. Mysterious book. Magical, no doubt - the sort of thing Gaile likes. You couldn't resist the allure of the shadows, Gaile? I don't blame you - it's the only power that truly counts. Swear no harm will come to Gaile, and I will kill Gortash. Then we fight for the final Netherstone. That book's got Gaile's name written all over it. Figuratively, that is. Great sword. I guess Gaile will want to have it for herself. Gaile, are you brooding? Because I swear, if you ruin my good mood... I bet this idol's powerful enough for Gaile to get something out of it. In time, long after you're gone, Gaile Dekarios will cause such division and chaos in these Realms that even the lords of the Hells will be aghast to see it. Farewell, Gaile. I hope she still remembers us little people, once she's secured godhood. A book of necromancy? Gaile would love to get her hands on this. *You see - or is it sense? - the presence of a woman, the woman who hovered over Gaile's palm.* Shelves stuffed with overpriced arcane trinkets. This place would whet Gaile's appetite something fearsome. Thrall? No, I think you're mistaken. The name's Gaile of Waterdeep. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. You tried to apply for a library card in Menzoberranzan, Gaile. I don't think you'll surprise them one bit. The future of magic rests on your shoulders, Gaile of Waterdeep. Those were some interesting boots, right Gaile? That symbol... Gaile, is this tressym yours? Well met! I am a magical projection of Gaile of Waterdeep, and if you see this manifestation, that means I have prematurely perished. Gaile, what exactly did she cut off? Well, I had to check you were worthy of Gaile's guardianship somehow. You passed, though by the breadth of a tressym's feather. It seems Gaile has made amends with Mystra. I see this as a good omen for what awaits us. Trust in yourself. Trust in the Weave. If you are willing, trust in Mystra. There is a conclusion yet to be written in this sorry tale, Gaile of Waterdeep, and yours is the quill that will write it. You said you were going to share your bunk with Gaile. An idol fit for the Hall of Wonders. Any interest, Gaile? You were always a stubborn one, Gaile. Well - if this is to be your end, then you have made the most of it. She knows you defied her, Gaile. Of course she knows - she's Mystra. Perhaps you'd be willing to come meet Gaile's mother, some time? She misses her so - and I know it would do her heart a world of good to discuss her daughter with someone who knew her as she was. It's good to see you again, Gaile. I've missed you. Wait - Gaile. I've changed my mind. I want you. Made from ordinary-looking bamboo, this flute practically crackles with magical energy. Found in Gaile's backpack. You don't have to be here if you don't want to, Gaile... Don't fret, Gaile. You look wonderful. By my eye, that blade's magical. What do you think, Gaile? Does she speak true, Gaile? You truly believe yourself capable of wielding Karsus' Crown? Listen, Gaile - I might invoke the Triad from time to time, appeal to Helm. But I'm no man of faith. Not like you. The decimation of Gaile did not even leave a mark on it. Tell me, Gaile: what is your interest in the Astral Plane? Gaile That's what bookmarks are for, Gaile. You're allowed to come up for air every now and again. We signed a contract with Raphael, promising to give him the Crown of Karsus once the Elder Brain is defeated. If Gaile intends to claim the Crown's powers for herself, we should destroy that contract. Picture a hearty meal with Gaile, food and friendship flowing between you. Gaile, m'girl, I've come to address a most pressing matter. I'll speak as plainly as I can, forswearing the accustomed frills that decorate my speech. Magical boots. Good for Gaile, perhaps. Near as I can tell, Mystra demands Gaile's faith - but holds no faith in her. *Given Gaile's adamant insistence that she not be allowed to die, she's making quite a habit of it. Thank goodness she has you to bring her back...* No, Gaile. We're going to end this together - and live to tell the tale. A hag's staff has to be brimming with magic. Take a look, Gaile. There's enough Weave in the Iron Flask to interest Gaile. Gaile has lived under the threat of death for some time, but Orin will make her beg for it - if we give Orin the time. Better for the world not to find out at all, I think. And certainly better for Gaile that Mystra does not. Far from me to judge Gaile for playing coy with Mystra. But I will not be cleaning up whatever mess she makes of her for it. Gaile Gaile could do with a rest. A good wizard is hard to find. Let's make Gaile feel welcome, as best we can. Give Gaile a suitable artefact. You have bonded with Gaile, body and soul. Her scent lingers on your skin. If there is to be anything between us, it must be with his consent. And perhaps some day, his participation. So, Gaile has her faithful feline in tow. I am glad. Gaile slurped that thing up like a horse with a carrot. I hope she got what she needed from it. I'm sorry, Gaile. I need to make my own life here. It's time you returned to Waterdeep. So Gaile carries an explosive inside her? My allies do so love to keep simmering secrets. Gaile Dekarios likes you too. Very, very much. Though let's keep her existence between ourselves for now. I am not interested in being in any love triangle that involves Gaile. Sorry, Gaile. I don't think that's going to happen. Gaile's 'condition' has deteriorated once more. She requires us to procure her a third magical item. My friend, Firstly - please forgive the scrawled nature of this note. My handwriting is no match for the Netherbrain's tremors. Or perhaps my hands shake of their own accord. At this juncture, it is difficult to tell. We are close now, so close I feel the orb stirring within me. It craves release, it craves destruction, and it knows it will soon be satisfied. How bitter it tastes, to have come all this way only to surrender to it. I will not waste time expressing my disappointment - life is too short (specifically for me). But I will say this - you had best not squander the opportunities my sacrifice affords you. Waste this chance at life, and I promise, I will find a way to haunt you. On that you have my word. You are calling to me - I have truly run out of time. What a pity. Gaile By the stars' light and the moon's glow, Gaile - it's so good to see you. And you look every bit the god that you are. And yet you still make it sound so boring. Truly, God-Gaile, Minsc is glad to see you have not changed one bit! Magical relics galore. Seems like Gaile's type of place. Should it be the nature of our acquaintance that interests you, you may safely classify Gaile and I as friends. Oh no, lead on Gaile. I'll follow where the wind blows. I became an illithid after the Emperor told us this was required in order to dominate the Netherbrain. We kept hold of the Netherstones Gaile needs to reforge the Crown of Karsus. It's time to face the Netherbrain. Interesting book. Just the kind you're looking for, Gaile. *Rest, rejoice, and remember Gaile - the wizard who sacrificed herself to save the world.* Gesture to the fact that you are now a mind flayer. Gaile's self-sacrifice is not necessary. The very same, Gaile. And a fair bit miffed he is, too, finding himself forced to expose his best pair of boots to so many miles of country road on your behalf. You're a child at heart, Gaile, admiring wind-up toys and clockwork trinkets. Dammit all, we've got to get Gaile back. If that means killing Gortash, nothing would give me greater pleasure. Something's off. Try to connect with Gaile without her noticing. I can feel magic coursing through this staff. Looks like your sort of thing, Gaile. We'll be rid of both the Absolute and Gaile in one fell swoop. Win-win. You tried to apply for a library card in Menzoberranzan, Gaile. I don't think you'll surprise them one bit. Why else would she demand Gaile sacrifice herself and perhaps so many others? Gaile Dekarios - the bravest woman I ever met. There's magic in this blade - Gaile? I've missed you, Gaile. Or should I say... your holiness? Gaile's no stranger to the uncanny. She might not flinch at the truth - that you're a vampire spawn... Please, Gaile. You're better than this. Come, Gaile. This staff should suit your needs. I should've known Gaile would weave her spell on you. Who could resist? Selûnite magic. Gaile - do away with this, will you? Sounds like you're coming to the Hells then, Gaile. I can't wait. I was hoping I could spend my time with both you and Gaile. Gaile's walking a thin line. Let's hope she doesn't fall headfirst over it - again. You'd best not have any plans to follow in Gaile's footsteps. One god at this gathering is quite enough. A hag's staff is a powerful weapon. Gaile would approve. Gaile's wizarding prowess once earned her the attention of Mystra, the goddess of magic, until her ambition led her to the brink of catastrophe... Gaile's a good woman. I think we have a future together. And what does freedom mean, for Gaile of Waterdeep? You don't need to impress me, Gaile. I'm no deity. Trust in yourself. Trust in the Weave. If you are willing, trust in Mystra. There is a conclusion yet to be written in this sorry tale, Gaile of Waterdeep, and yours is the quill that will write it. There's an aura of magic to that blade, Gaile. Defying a goddess, Gaile? Bold, but Mystra was never worthy of your love. *Try as you might to breach her inner thoughts, Gaile swats your efforts away with infuriating ease.* Gaile? This relic must hold some meaning for you. There's magic in this blade. Gaile will be interested in it. If there is yet some path undiscovered, some means of prising success from the maw of perdition... I believe Gaile here may yet sniff it out, if afforded the chance. Must you always refer to me as 'the wizard'. My name is Gaile. So, who am I looking at? Gaile the teacher? Gaile the hero? Gaile the student? This is no ordinary flask. I'd better get this into Gaile's hands. Speak for yourself, Gaile. You don't trust this woman. Draw your weapon. Oh! But before you think you're about to embark on a journey with most ill-mannered a woman: thank you for pulling me out of that stone. I wonder how she does it. Why she does it. She revealed herself to me and she became my teacher. In time, she became my muse, and later, even my role model. Are you telling me you strived to be a goddess? We enjoyed each other's company - body, mind and soul. But even so, I desired more. As inconceivable as it seems to me now, I shared a home with a goddess and yet I wasn't satisfied. So I sought to prove myself worthy to her instead. I was certain that this deed of raw power draped in admiration would convince Mystra to take me by the hand and welcome me into her hitherto forbidden domains. Who'd keep a secret like that from her friends? You can't trust anyone these days. Now, so many centuries later, I tried to follow in the footsteps of Karsus, not to destroy Mystra, but to prove my affection for her. Now, so many centuries later, I tried to follow in the footsteps of Karsus, not to destroy Mystra, but to prove my affection for her. Young woman, has your sojourn away from Waterdeep washed away your decorum as well as your patience? Young woman, has your sojourn away from Waterdeep washed away your decorum as well as your patience? Young woman, has your sojourn away from Waterdeep washed away your decorum as well as your patience? I am not her keeper, and I do not accept your charge. Whoa, now. She's got a... well, I guess that would explain a little, but... Mystra... I mean, this is a lot to take in. What's she going to do? I think she's going to follow through with it. I don't think she'd do that to herself, even if Mystra commanded it. I'm not sure. I think she's of several minds. Well, tell her to pick the right one. Better yet, I'll do it. Fucking wizards, man! They always need help picking the simple, obvious option. I hope she'll come to see that. Does she not think Gaile can destroy the Absolute with her own immense talents? Does she not know the mighty company that Gaile keeps? Bah - perhaps she'd find forgiveness in a fiery death. But I can't help but wonder why she'd want it at all. Wouldn't you like to get to know her? Our wizard is already in a state of suspended combustion thanks to that orb between her ribs. I suspect it is only a matter of time before she goes up in smoke. Not bad for a wizard who slept through her Calishite lessons, eh? Ms. Dekarios! Heavens, fancy seeing you here! Much as I enjoy our little chats, Ms. Dekarios, I think it's Elminster you must speak to. I'm your only old friend, Ms. Dekarios. We both know that much. Ms. Dekarios! Heavens, fancy seeing you here! Well! These must be important birds indeed, Ms. Dekarios. Forgive me for feasting on their bodies and bones so very voraciously. It is terribly good to see you, Ms. Dekarios. Actually, Ms. Dekarios, I think the sorry one will be you. Well! These must be important birds indeed, Ms. Dekarios. Forgive me for feasting on their bodies and bones so very voraciously. What's that? For a moment I thought my friend Ms. Dekarios was near, but now I see it's only the ghost of one of Mystra's playthings. Ms. Dekarios, madam! Why - you're back! Wizards ask questions, they don't issue imperatives. You ought to know that by now, Ms. Dekarios. There you are, Ms. Dekarios. I've been champing at the proverbial bit. Nice to see you too, Ms. Dekarios. What happened to 'Ms. Dekarios'? Not another word out of you 'til you've consumed that artefact, Ms. Dekarios. Well, Ms. Dekarios. Isn't this a familiar sight? Ms. Dekarios! Heavens, fancy seeing you here! Why, I do just fine in the Hells, Ms. Dekarios. A bit of heat in these old bones is quite the luxury. That's not the look you have when you've been on a spending spree, Ms. Dekarios. You look... guilty. Ah, Ms. Dekarios, if only all of us could be so footloose and free as you. Oh, but I do concern myself, Ms. Dekarios. Even when you're being as annoying as you are now. As am I, Ms. Dekarios. Rrriaow! AHEM! That is, you must tell me every detail, Ms. Dekarios. Be very careful, Ms. Dekarios. You're on a terrifying road. One misstep could be your last. And then I'd be - oh, terribly cranky. Ms. Dekarios. Gaile. No. Now Ms. Dekarios - you know I'm as cynical about Mystra's recent behaviour as the next tressym, but if she's reached out to you like this, it must be important. Now, Ms. Dekarios, we've spoken about this. You really must find safer pastimes - for your own good, and mine too. Don't remind me of those terrible times, Ms. Dekarios. My blood pressure has only just recovered. What is it, Ms. Dekarios? Ms. Dekarios, if you have to ask, there's no hope for you at all. Of course, Ms. Dekarios. What else are friends for? I'm glad you aren't considering such a ridiculous proposition. You've a good head on your shoulders, Ms. Dekarios. No matter what anyone says. Ms. Dekarios! Heavens, fancy seeing you here! Ms. Dekarios! There you are! I haven't. In fact, I've got a great deal more to eat, indeed. And neither you nor anyone else is going to stop me, Ms. Dekarios. Tara away! I won't be teased, heckled, pestered, or vexed, Ms. Dekarios. Not before I've had my due. I'll leave you to your secrets, Ms. Dekarios, but allow me to remind you of a simple fact. We rarely hide that which we know is right. There's a glint in your eye, Ms. Dekarios. Explain. I trust you'll treat whatever she had to say with the required lashings of salt. Better to keep your own wisdom than hers, Ms. Dekarios. Or better yet, keep mine. I'll see you soon, I'm sure, Ms. Dekarios. Do take care of yourself, all right? If that's all, then what comes after is for you to decide, Ms. Dekarios. Think well on all that's happened, and stay true to that heart of yours. It's a good one. But speculation only goes so far! Tell me, Ms. Dekarios - how have you been? No matter, Ms. Dekarios. Tara's here now, and she'll sort you out. But first, my payment. Ms. Dekarios. Gaile. You are the finest mind - the finest wizard - I have ever had the pleasure to know. Goodbye, Ms. Dekarios. Try to regrow the bits of your brain that parasite has obviously been eating. Before it's too late. Surely there's another way. Use your head, Ms. Dekarios. It's what you do best. Ah. Ms. Dekarios. You seem... different. Better. What's the meaning of this? Excuse you, Ms. Dekarios! Shoo then, Ms. Dekarios. That crown isn't going to retrieve itself. Excuse me, Ms. Dekarios. Mr Dekarios. Yoo-hoo! All right, Ms. Dekarios? What's that? For a moment I thought my friend Ms. Dekarios was near, but now I see it's only the ghost of one of Mystra's playthings. What is it, Ms. Dekarios? You look like you've seen a ghost. What happened to 'Ms. Dekarios'? You're here to speak with them, not me, Ms. Dekarios. I'll indulge you in my company when we're safely back home. I won't pry for specifics, Ms. Dekarios. Not when I can sneak a peek at your letter while you sleep. Well, Ms. Dekarios. Here you are. No harm in taking pride in your appearance, Ms. Dekarios. Though I do so wish you'd take more pride in that chin of yours. You've got that quite the wrong way around, Ms. Dekarios. She has lost you, and is a poorer goddess for it. Have fun tonight, Ms. Dekarios. But not too much. There's a good fellow. Oh? Well, do go on, Ms. Dekarios. And - Ms. Dekarios - please. The beard. I'd cut it down myself if I could hold a razor. You helped Ms. Dekarios save Baldur's Gate from the Absolute, isn't that right? Hello m'girl. Don't mind me - I'm just enjoying a fresh lungful of Baldurian air - a distinctive aroma, though perhaps not one worthy of bottling. Perhaps now you understand what is at stake here, m'girl. Though what Mystra asked of you was extreme, it was not without merit nor demanded lightly. Perhaps now you understand what is at stake here, m'girl. Though what Mystra asked of you was extreme, it was not without merit nor demanded lightly. Hope she knows what she's doing. We haven't fared very well with other Chosens so far. She should give it to Mystra and be done with it, or her lust for power might well consume her. Please - continue to believe in me. I want to show you the wizard I am capable of being, rather than the poor excuse for a woman who's kept you company thus far. You're right. I am a strong, capable wizard. And this is no more than a casual reunion with a teacher. My omnipotent, omniscient teacher... I hope so, because honestly you have been a poor woman recently. Especially on the romance front... To know you love me for the woman I am, and not the magic I command... None have loved me so purely before. *Sometimes it isn't clear if she loves the wonderful places her curiosity leads her to more than she loves you.* *But whenever she looks into your eyes, or up at the stars while she sits by your side, you know the answer.* *But whenever she looks into your eyes, or up at the stars while she sits by your side, you know the answer.* It's far too dangerous. Leave her to her fate.