Lazaruss : I have a problem with my BG 1( with expansion Tales of the sword coast ). It works just fine until I get my characters close to 11 level ( I think ). When I get there with my characters ( Jaheira, Dynaheir, Immoen, Minsk, Khalid ) I start to get all sorts of bugs, like :
A certain enemy or a relevant plot character ( someone you are suppose to talk to ), starts to multiply all over the screen. The last time I tried to pass Durlag's Tower, I had about a hundred doppelganger-Durlags with one appearing every turn (second).
In-game movies start to play over and over again every turn.
I can't progress beyond because the passages keep opening and closing or they don't respond to the switch.
Please, if you know how to fix this, e-mail me. It's REALLY annoying.
Prologue :
Sands of time rain from bottomless sky. Always being carried on an ever-changing wind, they cover all things beneath a dune sea. There's a story that must be told but it can not be told, for the truth has bean buried beneath this desert's veil. That which there is lost can not be found again and all we can catch are murky reflections that spawn only lies. Let this be my feeble attempt to pass the tale on, though I can do not…
Many have forgotten but we still remember. It was lust and jealousy that sparked the hate and wrought it upon us all. His children grew envy at the house of great AO, and their battles shook his kingdom. It was an angry Overfather who banished them all to descend amongst us lesser as equal and their avatar forms to roam our earth, homes and crops until the rage was spent. It was an angry Overfather who placed Healm, Guardian of Duty to watch the way back to Higher Planes and let no anger re enter his kingdom. Many have forgotten for they didn't want to remember.
It lasted, and lasted as grief consumed. Our divine lords crashed and destroyed. Mountains became deserts, and green forests, fields of ash. Black was the color of our joy and salty red was the taste of our food. But we never lost hope. For thee times three hundred years did this Time of Troubles stood, three for weakest, three for all and three for strongest, with chaos as our sole nourishment. The lands suffered, borders were gone and many glorious cities forever swallowed in flame and water, together with all their wonders. It lasted, and lasted as grief consumed but it never consumed our hope.
In these final years, many Great Ones have died a glorious death, but like nothing more than mere mortals, and their powers were stolen by murderers. Many murderers returned to their exulted homes and passed the Watcher's guard, but a few more remained to feed us with despair. It was in these final years that our mighty Bhaal, Lord of Murder and Commander of Death met his own end in a most cowardly and dishonorable manner. Those who treaded in those days treaded with respect and homage, for his was the form of Murder. The Slayer was it named and of victims was it stitched, with deadliest of poisons coursing trough his vanes. Infused by death of Bhaal's judgment and inhabited by his dark soul, no army could do else but to feed it with their lives. He paced over the bridge, our lord, over the bridge and across the river Nether and his steps echoed with terror, but it echoes no more for Cirich the cowardly, Master of Lies, Lord of Deceit stabbed his knife from behind in the back, and spilt Bhaal's blood in the water below making it forever poisonous. Thus fell Bhaal, and Cirich laughed :
" It is over my friend ! It begun on the Slopes, it spread over clouds, it even touched the world of flesh expelling nightmares into life, and now it ends on this simple wooden bridge. "
But early did Cirich laugh, for his prize escaped, and than Bhaal laughed instead :
" Blind you are, Cirich, blind and deaf. And what little you can smell escapes your touch. A murder of a lie can not undo murder which is I. A simple wooden bridge can not serve as my head stone. "
And Cirich was denied of Bhaal's power, for it wasn't with him, except for few minor flames to fool and delude. That's why our lord is grater than all the others, for he lasted until the end with a shamefully diminished might.
" No !"; Cirich cried :" I am Master of Deception, not you ! I am Lie-Lord ! Not you ! Where is it, Bhaal ! I claim the right to it !"
" Joy while you can… It will not last… Age after age, and spawn will be spawned ! One the most tainted will rise me again… and you won't see us coming !"
And so died Bhaal, Lord of Murder, and Cirich took his place at AO's edict, but heavy was his crown of murder with Bhaal's final words engraved upon it and never did he stop looking over his shoulder.
As it was remembered the story has been told but the truth will never be.
From the Book of Deathstalkers ;
" Master's Legacy "
"Deep within the center of the universe, there is a world when time stands still, where magic replaces progress, where numerous gods of pandemonium roam amongst mortals, invisible and all present. There all worlds meat, and all beings are mixed amongst each other, between The Abyssal plane and the Pandemonium of gods. This crossroad of all plains has in its middle "The prime primordial plain", which largest part occupies realms of Feirun, great land where races of other worlds live together with one another. The largest city in whole this realm is the city of "Baldur's Gate", and there, in this fortress of stone , does this story begin…"
