Malta | |||||||
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Stats | |||||||
Level 1 | |||||||
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Race | Beast | ||||||
Type | Beast | ||||||
HP | 2 | ||||||
AC | 12 | ||||||
Size | Tiny | ||||||
Weight | 5kg | ||||||
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Character information | |||||||
Location | Lower City Central Wall | ||||||
Dialogue
Without Speak with Animals
- *Meow...?*
Reply "Hello, sour puss. Do you want scritches?"
- *...Meow.*
Chase the cat away
- *HISS!*
(Animal Handling) Attempt to pet the cat. Successful:
- *...Purr.*
- *The cat seems to be trying very hard to remain aloof—and not wholly succeeding.*
Reply "Do you want to come with me?"
- *...Mrrrr. Meow.*
Reply "If you're brave enough, I'm sure Derryth Bonecloak at the apothecary will pet you all you want."
- *Rrrriow!*
Failure:
- *Hiss!*
When spoken to again at Bonecloak's Apothecary:
- *Meow!*
With Speak with Animals
- It was just another day in the city of lies. Baldur's Gate - where the people begged for justice until they starved.
- Two heroes were fated to cross paths that day. Their eyes met. Destiny was calling ...
Reply "And they both answered"
- Strangers? Only in a fool's definition of the word.
- It was the start of something incredible—two heroes on the hunt for justice, no matter the cost.
- All the tall one had to do was say yes.
Reply "Excuse me?"
- Destiny is a fickle mistress. She showers you in riches one day and kicks you into the gutter the next. But today, she smiles.
- This could be the beginning of something. Two heroes against the world, enacting justice for those unable to seek their own.
- All the tall one had to do was say yes.
Reply "Are you all right...?"
- It was in the tall one's voice: they knew they cared about this creature but they didn't know why. But the cat did.
- This could be the beginning of something. Two heroes against the world, enacting justice for those unable to seek their own.
- All the tall one had to do was say yes.
Reply "I don't think I'm the partner for you—but Derryth Bonecloak be just who you're looking for."
- The tall one volunteered another—the apothecary. A principled dwarf—a scritcher of heads, and a giver of scraps.
- Perhaps this was where the journey was meant to start after all...
Reply "Yes! Join me!"
- The tall one had failed the first test: they lacked caution. The cat could have just as easily been a foe as a potential friend.
- Perhaps it was simply not meant to be...
Reply "Sorry - our destines aren't meant to intertwine."
- The tall one had passed the first test. The second would come when they were ready - and not before.
- When would they be ready? Only the tall one - and fate - truly knew.
When spoken to again:
- Upon their return, the cat couldn't help but wonder whether the tall one had finally decided how their die would be cast.
When spoken to again at Bonecloak's Apothecary:
- The cat beheld the one who'd delivered him from the streets while taking on the heavy burden of justice alone. He purred.