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Revision as of 22:12, 23 January 2024
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Template:CompanionTab A collection of Jaheira's remarks and overhead conversations with other characters.
Remarks
Selected
- Work to be done.[1]
- At your command.[1]
- Yes?[1]
- This ought to be good.
- Nature's servant awaits.[1]
- Whatever it takes.
- Such authority...
- Always nice to be wanted.
- Do what must be done.
- How high?
- Mm?
- Call, and I answer.
- Ready and waiting. Well, certainly waiting.
- The work is never done.
- Wherever we go, ye gods let there be something green.
- Let me guess - you need something.
- Let us show them how it's done.
- Watch your elders and learn.
Selected (in combat)
- Ready.[1]
- For the fallen.[1]
- Do you know, I think we have given offence.
- No better moment.
- Red in tooth and claw.
- Consider my hackles raised.
- Orders?
- Onward.
- Still standing, no matter what you heard.
- You have still have time to surrender.
- Always the same old song.
- And I thought we were going to be friends.
- Death greets us all - but not today.
- Naught but another harvest.
- What must be done.
- This is the easy part.
- War is an old woman's game.
- I think I could go another round.
Selected (sneaking)
- Best not to draw attention.
- Ask, then - but quietly.
- Steps light as falling leaves...
- Speak. Up.
- Ssssshhh.
- Turn your gaze, lest I turn it for you...
- Work to be done.
- Nature's servant awaits.[1]
- Always nice to be wanted.
- Swiftly, if you please. These knees do not bend easily.
- Nature's servant, still waiting.
- Oh my, you found me.
- Did I snap a twig, or a toe?
- Another step on the path.
- Yes?[1]
- Ever-ready.
- Only ask.
- Always more to be done.
Selection spam
- Oh, calm down. I'm happy to see you too.
- I would poke you back, but I fear that's what you want.
- My, such strong wrists.
- Well you certainly have the 'omnipresent' part down, don't you?
- Please go poke the ranger instead.
Selection spam (in combat)
- You have my attention - now do something with it.
- What? What do you want!?
- Do you know, I begin to wish they had never brought me back.
- Yes, yes, have your fun. It isn't you they're trying to kill.
Selection spam (sneaking)
- Dry those sweaty palms and let us try this again, shall we?
- Argh, my knees! Oh. It was a twig.
- Would that I could hide from you, too.
- Careful, or I will take your toy away from you.
Moving
- No rest, be you wicked or wise.
- At your command.
- I go where I'm told...
- Going, going.
- Lead the way.
- Just a little further.
- Always another step to go.
- Oakfather ease the road.
- Someday, I will sit down.
- Work to be done.
- Saer, yes saer.
- Someday, I will sit down. I mean it.
- Haven't sprouted roots just yet.
- Shake off the dust.
- There.
- Moving.
- A little further.
- Still some way to go.
- Onward.
- Boots worn through.
- On my way.
- Go.
Moving (in combat)
- Blades bared.
- Into battle.
- The straight path.
- On the hunt.
- Enough circling.
- No rest, be you wicked or wise.
- I can still move fast, when I need to.
- I go hunting.
- Quickly.
- Understood.
- Stalking.
- Oakfather, ease my way.
- Into position.
- By your command.
- Bring me into battle.
- Forward.
- Not pinned down just yet.
Moving (sneaking)
- On the trail.
- Stalking.
- Be we predator or prey?
- No rest, be you wicked or wise.
- As I'm told.
- Cannot always go in plain sight.
- Quietly as I can.
- Lest my old bones creak.
- Going.
- Hunting.
- None shall see.
- Aye.
Hiding
- Unseen.
- Silvanus soften my steps.
- Pay me no mind...
- No one hides like a Harper.
- Eyes to yourselves.
- Quick and quiet.
Hiding (in combat)
- Take them unawares.
- A moment to plan.
- Silvanus soften my steps.
- Watch for the hidden hand.
- Out of sight.
- Cast your arrows elsewhere...
- No one hides like a Harper.
- Be a dear and look elsewhere, would you?
At low health
- Agh! I think... this one is slowing me down...
- A rest... a potion... and all... will be well...
- Healing, cub. Lest I sit down for a rest and not rise again.
Can't fit in a small hole
- Even in my youth, I was not quite so slight as this.
Can't fit in a tiny hole
- No way through - in this form, at least.
Can't use an item
- Can't be done now.
Can't use an item while in combat
- Later!
- Perhaps when we are not fighting for our lives, hm?
- Hands a little full here.
- We have slightly more pressing matters to attend to.
Finding a locked item
- Nothing. There must be another way to unseal it.
- Can't be opened - not from here, at least.
- Sealed. Best look around for a way to open it.
- No movement. Perhaps we must unlock it somewhere else?
Looking at a globe
- So many places to be... and I chose Baldur's Gate.
Looking at an astrolabe
- Planets beyond our own, and planes beyond those. I have headaches enough on this little patch of earth, thank you.
Looking into a mirror
- I can fawn over my face later.
- What good all this ethereal eladrin blood if I can still get pimples?
- This body can take a little more punishment yet.
Looking into a telescope
- As if there were not dark and light enough down here to gaze at.
Surprised by mimic
- Must we beat every stick of furniture into submission?
- At least you had the decency not to disguise yourself as a tree.
After a Short Rest
- Enough to keep us going, for now.
- *Grunt.*
- Agh. Is it the earth beneath that crunches, or the bones within?
- Come, laggards. There is still enough to be done this day.
On character death
Player:
- Up! Your work is not done!
Player (Dark Urge):
- No!
Lae'zel:
- Lae'zel! No - this is not where you fall, child of Gith.
Shadowheart:
- Shadowheart! Don't you dare die here.
Karlach:
- Karlach - no! Not yet!
Gale:
- Gale - no!
Wyll:
- No! Up, Wyll - you've taken worse wounds than this!
Minthara:
- Stand, drow!
Minsc:
- No, you great big fool - no!
Astarion:
- Astarion - get up!
Halsin:
- Rise, archdruid - your work is not done!
Throwing Scratchs' ball after his death
- You deserved better, boy.
- Gods, but you'd miss the fuss. the noise. Gods above, even the smell.
- Pointless, without a pup to chase it.
- Enough. This isn't helping anyone.
Location Remarks
Act Two
Act Three
Party Banter
Jaheira and Astarion
(In the Lower City)
- Astarion: Beyond that gate is the Upper City, housing the great and the good of Baldur's Gate.
- Jaheira: You yearn for a better class of company, Astarion?
- Astarion: Gods no - who'd want to spend time with anyone great or good?
(In the Lower City)
- Astarion: Cazazdor always warned us to stay clear of this neighbourhood. Never said why, though.
- Jaheira: The last spawn who tried was sunk into the cobblestones and left for the sun to find. I had an unfortunate taste for theatrics, in my youth.
- Astarion: Ah. Yes, that was probably it.
(In the North Alleys)
- Jaheira: Never mind the shining squares - I am more comfortable on streets such as this. A peek at the true face behind the mask.
- Astarion: Yet another thing we have in common. We're two peas in a pod.
- Jaheira: I said a peek behind the city's mask, Astarion - not a look up its skirts.
- Astarion: Jaheira! What do you think of me?
(Ascendant Astarion)
- Jaheira: You consumed all the spawn in your service, lord Astarion. You shall have to fend for yourself a while.
- Astarion: Oh, I've never had trouble attracting foolish, pretty people.
- Jaheira: Nor did Cazador, it seems.
- Astarion: Jaheira! ... You think I'm pretty?
(Spawn Astarion)
- Jaheira: I am glad it is your non-vampiric charms our friend has fallen for, Astarion. It is, isn't it?
- Astarion: Of course! Is it so unbelievable that they would simply like me?
- Astarion: If you insist on prying, perhaps you'd care to join us and see how much we enjoy one another?
- Jaheira: Why? Do you require some instruction on how the deed is done?
- Astarion: I'm sure even I could learn some new tricks from an old veteran such as yourself.
Jaheira and Gale
(At the Temple of Bhaal)
- Gale: Gods, who knew such a vile abcess lurked in the bedrock of the city. The very stone reeks of misery and despair.
- Jaheira: A sad shrine kept by the lunatic and the lost. The last time I was here, I promised myself I would die beneath open sky. I have not changed my mind.
- Gale: Nor should you. Far better to feel a cool breeze on your skin than whatever foul expirations blow through these halls.
- Jaheira: So you wish to be a god, Gale? You know the wizard Irenicus attempted the same thing, by leeching divine blood from a Bhaalspawn.
- Gale: Aha, transfusion! An interesting strategy. Hard to get hold of a god's blood, of course, but if one could...
- Jaheira: He managed it. After murdering my husband, and torturing my friends and I for half a year.
- Gale: Did I say interesting? I meant terrible, of course. A terrible strategy...
Jaheira and Karlach
(At Devil's Fee)
- Karlach: So, erm, Jaheira. Do you like to... that is, what do you like to do?
- Jaheira: As in... hobbies? Oh. Well... I like to play music, I suppose?
- Karlach: I'm just picturing you strumming on a harp so hard the strings snap and trying not to shriek. What do you play?
- Jaheira: Eh. Mostly the same children's rhyme, on a battered whistle of tin. I do not get a lot of time to practise.
- Jaheira: Oh spare me the sad eyes, girl! Not every daily deed is worthy of song! Certainly none I can play.
(In the Foundry)
- Karlach: These Steel Watchers are big as hell.
- Jaheira: All the more cracks and crevices for a wild-shape to ferret into - gum up the works a little.
- Karlach: I'd give my other horn to watch that.
(At the Water Queen's House)
- Karlach: This place is so peaceful. Maybe I should convert.
- Jaheira: I've done my share of praying to her, though not for the cause of peace. My faith was suddenly found on choppy seas.
- Karlach: I don't know what that means.
(If Karlach is romanced)
- Jaheira: You've a love-struck look about you, Karlach. Just do not let it distract you from the task ahead.
- Karlach: But what if I really enjoy being distracted from the task ahead?
- Jaheira: Bah, where is the barbarian rage? I have been learning so many colourful phrases from you, I was hoping to inspire a few more.
- Karlach: Ma'am, you've been inspiring me since I was yea high.
Jaheira and Lae'zel
(At the Docks)
- Jaheira: Ugh. I have no love for the sea, but the city would not be what it is without these ships. That lends them a kind of beauty, I suppose.
- Lae'zel: Indeed. There is no more impressive sight than a githyanki spelljammer with its astral sails unfurled.
- Jaheira: A sweeter sight still, the world those ships might make if you plied them between the planes. Interplanar learning, trade...
- Lae'zel: Trade? Why stoop to barter when you have the power to take what you need?
- Jaheira: Lae'zel. My brief time on the Astral Plane left quite the impression. You must miss it dearly.
- Lae'zel: I don't hail from the Astral, Jaheira. My glimpse was as brief as yours, before we were cast back to the Material.
- Lae'zel: If only I might have remained there. Oh, to soar the skies above Tu'narath atop a red dragon...
Jaheira and Shadowheart
(If Shadowheart is still devoted to Shar)
- Jaheira: Tell me, Shadowheart - how does Shar's favour feel? Does it fill you up, bring you joy?
- Shadowheart: A nice vintage or a comfortable bed bring me joy. This is much more than that. This brings me purpose.
- Jaheira: So humbly spoken. Perhaps you are a different breed than the last Mother Superior.
- Shadowheart: Time shall tell. At the very least, I can learn from her mistakes.
(If Shadowheart is no longer devoted to Shar)
- Jaheira: Shadowheart. You should know - Viconia was not half so heartless as she liked to appear.
- Shadowheart: I knew her well enough. You might have travelled with her for a time, but she trained me. What's your point?
- Jaheira: Only that I find it hard to believe that she could have raised you, and felt nothing for you.
- Shadowheart: Perhaps she took some pride in her work, forming me to Shar's liking. She certainly relished wielding the rod..
- Shadowheart: ... but who knows. Perhaps someone else made her that way, as she tried to do to me.
(At Wyrm's Crossing)
- Jaheira: Wyrm's Crossing. This place has been a haven, when Harpers were less than welcome in the city proper.
- (If Shadowheart is still devoted to Shar)
- Shadowheart: It is always wise to have another redoubt, another escape route. Though I assumed your lot's antics would have secured you the love of the masses.
- (If Shadowheart is no longer devoted to Shar)
- Shadowheart: Seems hard to imagine your efforts haven't always been appreciated.
- Jaheira: Oh, a Harper does not go in for public acclaim. We work in shadow and secrecy, tragically unacknowledged by the ungrateful herd.
- (If Shadowheart is still devoted to Shar)
- Shadowheart: Lady Shar's children toil similarly... but we know there is no need to seek the favour of others. Our lady's love is all we need.
- (If Shadowheart is no longer devoted to Shar)
- Shadowheart: Hmph, sounds familiar.
(At the Morphic Pool)
- Jaheira: And now another 'final' battle. This small band has gone further than any army could have in its place.
- Shadowheart: You didn't seek to gather the Harpers for one last charge? Fodder for heroic ballads yet to be written, perhaps.
- Jaheira: Not at all - Harpers fight dirty. A well-timed strike, with the knowledge of just where to place it, and suddenly superior numbers count for nothing.
- (If Shadowheart is still devoted to Shar)
- Shadowheart: You must have been following the example of Lady Shar's children then - they do say imitation is a form of flattery.
- (If Shadowheart is no longer devoted to Shar)
- Shadowheart: Sounds much like the Sharrans - hopefully that's where the similarities end.
Jaheira and Wyll
(At the Basilisk's Gate)
- Wyll: Mercenary they may be, but father always demanded discipline from the Flaming Fist. Seems some grew unruly in his absence.
- Jaheira: Your father made a fine job of polishing them up some - but a sellsword is still a sellsword. They are just following their nature.
- Wyll: And you think the Harpers are more dutiful?
- Jaheira: I should hope so - they certainly don't get paid half so well.
(At the Counting House)
- Wyll: I was barely eight years of age when I heard the Counting House held mythical treasure.
- Wyll: So curious little Wyll tried to slip in. The guard spotted me straight away and dragged me by the collar back to my father.
- Jaheira: A talking-to from the Grand Marshal himself. Quite the introduction to a life of crime - what did he say?
- Wyll: Oh, he pretended to be cross. But there was no hiding the sly grin that crept on his face.
(At the Guildhall)
- Wyll: Odd - I'd expect a Flaming Fist or four to be stationed nearby.
- Jaheira: They stick to sunnier streets. Heavens forbid they disrupt any of that Guild business they're so well-paid to ignore, hm?
- Wyll: The Fist aren't what they used to be.
- Jaheira: I grieve to tell you, Wyll, they never were.
(In the Undercity Ruins)
- Wyll: My first visit to the undercity. A haven for undead, or so my tutors said.
- Jaheira: Shadow people roaming shadow streets. There's little more to learn down here but some depressing ways to die.
(If Wyll is romanced)
- Jaheira: So, Wyll - you have your mind set on marriage.
- Wyll: Why not? If this adventure has taught me anything, it's that life is fragile, and we should seize joy when we can. You think I'm being rash?
- Jaheira: Not at all. The world does not wait around for us, so take your moment while you may. Damn what anyone else thinks.
- Jaheira: So long as you serve a proper meal at the wedding. None of this finger-picking nonsense, yes?
Jaheira and Minthara
Jaheira and Halsin
(In Harborview Park)
- Halsin: Ah, a glimpse of nature. Like a sip of water to parched lips, eh, Jaheira?
- Jaheira: Baldurians think all druids to be hay-haired idlers, Halsin. Perhaps we ought not speak of nature - but high art, or politics?
- Halsin: I think on them also. But nothing matches the splendour of an ancient tree.
- Jaheira: It is so. And, should one favour bear-form, that tree in particular makes for excellent back-scratching...
- Jaheira: Archdruid. You appear to gather a rather fanatic following wherever you go. A noble thing, to serve nature so tirelessly.
- Halsin: I welcome all of nature's blessings, whether they come to me one at a time, or in multitudes. There is no shame in it.
- Jaheira: Consider me put in my place. Clearly, I have been spending too much time among the city-folk.
Jaheira and Minsc
(Entering Cazador's Palace)
- Minsc: If Minsc had any hairs on his head, this place would set them all a-standing. And look how Boo's bunches his hackles!
- Jaheira: We three have come through darker places than this together, Minsc.
- Jaheira: And hamsters don't have hackles.
- Minsc: Does Jaheira not set your heart at ease, Boo? It is comforting, to know that one so wise can be so wrong.
(In Bloomridge Park)
- Minsc: All of these statues - could they, too, be heroes all? Frozen in stone until the city has need of them?
- Jaheira: The Harpers keep records of those who fought for the city - I think I would recall mention of a bare-assed little cherub in all our story and song.
- Minsc: Well. Boo would also think you would have noticed when Minsc himself was frozen for over a century.
- Jaheira: ... do you know, I had forgotten just how catty your hamster can be.
(In The Blushing Mermaid)
- Minsc: Jaheira, Minsc's memory of his last time in this taproom is a little... fuzzy. Did he...?
- Jaheira: Fear not, Rashemaar. It has never been your way to over-indulge.
- Jaheira: But you did offend one of my contacts by letting Boo paddle around in her tankard. Pewter, I believe - she cracked it over your head.
- Minsc: Oh, praise the Three! Minsc was afraid he had shamed myself. I will, eh, leave a penny at the bar.
- Jaheira: Best leave two. I cracked her with my own, afterward. She was drinking grog - Boo's backside could only have improved it.
(Entering the Sewers)
- Minsc: AH! The smell of adventure, in the very heart of the city!
- Jaheira: The city's lower intestine, perhaps.
- Minsc: Better yet! What swifter way to strike at evil's butt than to crawl through its innards?
(In the Guildhall, before meeting Nine-Fingers Keene)
- Jaheira: If Nine-Fingers survived the fray, she will be right back to work in there. We ought to speak to her.
- Minsc: She has you in her thrall, Jaheira. Minsc will still her serpent tongue, before it has a chance to twine around your thoughts!
- Jaheira: That, she will definitely have something to say about.