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| When updating existing book/note pages to the new <code>| book spoiler</code> parameter, remove the "yes" as well in most cases. Spoilers on books should be sparse. See [[Template_talk:MiscItemPage]] for more information. [[User:Addela|Addela]] ([[User talk:Addela|talk]]) 07:48, 6 December 2023 (CET) | | When updating existing book/note pages to the new <code>| book spoiler</code> parameter, remove the "yes" as well in most cases. Spoilers on books should be sparse. See [[Template_talk:MiscItemPage]] for more information. [[User:Addela|Addela]] ([[User talk:Addela|talk]]) 07:48, 6 December 2023 (CET) |
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| == book missing: Art Appraisal ==
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| [Art Appraisal by Gonner Maude begins with this:]
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| My mother took me aside one morning and told me my
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| father had gone crazy. I was seven at the time. In her
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| defense she was pretty gentle about it. 'Your Dad's
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| okay. He's just gone crazy is all.' When I asked her if
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| crazy meant he'd locked himself in his study again to
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| paint for three days, she told me no, he'd attacked her
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| with a sharpened paintbrush. She said it just like that.
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| Matter of fact. No tears in sight.
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| They had been married six years, tying the knot one
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| year after Mum pushed me out between her legs in a
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| garden shed in the boonies outside Waterdeep.
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| Art is a funny thing.
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| Mitcher and Webson tell us in their excellent
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| breakdown of the craft that good art replicates life
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| whilst great art overcomes life. That morning, at seven
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| years old with unlaced shoes and a friction burn on my
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| butt from scooting too fast across the floor, I learned
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| the truth of that, and its corollary: that while
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| overcoming that strange thing called life, great art can
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| This book can be found in Jannath's mansion when the artist wasn't rescued in act 1
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| MANIFESTO: 13 Uktar 1482. I, Orin, called the Red by the Shallar, daughter of Helena, granddaughter of Sarevok Anchev, do vow in the name of Bhaal my Lord of Murder to serve his unholy will. I shall become an Incarnation of Slaughter, and the pain and humiliation inflicted upon his temple by the ignorant masses of Baldur's Gate shall be REPAID A THOUSANDFOLD. This do I swear and attest with my own heart's blood. [[Special:Contributions/81.82.46.46|81.82.46.46]] 17:29, 7 March 2024 (CET) | | MANIFESTO: 13 Uktar 1482. I, Orin, called the Red by the Shallar, daughter of Helena, granddaughter of Sarevok Anchev, do vow in the name of Bhaal my Lord of Murder to serve his unholy will. I shall become an Incarnation of Slaughter, and the pain and humiliation inflicted upon his temple by the ignorant masses of Baldur's Gate shall be REPAID A THOUSANDFOLD. This do I swear and attest with my own heart's blood. [[Special:Contributions/81.82.46.46|81.82.46.46]] 17:29, 7 March 2024 (CET) |
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| == Missing book: Concerning Orin the Red ==
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| Found in the wardrobe next to orin's desk in her bedroom. it reads:
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| Little sister, whatever in the Grey Wastes are we going to do with you? Bhaal will never care that you waste your time, posing your corpse-dollies. Bhaal doesn't care whether you give him the corpse of a pauper or a king. At the end of the day, all Father wants in death in droves, death in numbers. To sap away the life of this dull world as swiftly and widely as we can. You plan, you plot, you prevaricate, and you waste his time. Bhaal doesn't need us to think. He needs us to kill.
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| You kill beautifully, and have talents in your shapes' magics that I never will. But you do not understand Lord Bhaal. Perhaps it is a failing of your diluted blood, as a mere grandchild. I am his sole living pureblood. I will accept no challenge from you, until you show some damned respect. [[Special:Contributions/81.82.46.46|81.82.46.46]] 17:39, 7 March 2024 (CET)
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