That would be ridiculously overpowered. Please bring this idea back down to earth. Don't strap an extra set of booster rockets to it.

I agree completely. I'm keeping her basic...Fire Resistance 10 (MAYBE 20 as per an Erinyes' magic resistance would be), low level fear aura (level maximum not decided), low level instant kill once per day, (low level as in kobolds, orcs, etc.) WITH conditional of a sleep or command spell (if scriptable).

MAYBE a true sight spell. That's a BIG maybe, though Keldorn has 3/day per his kit, (or maybe that increased per level to a maximum of 3/day, can't remember). Like I said before, I don't want her overpowered and I don't want her abilities to stage up the PC.

[quote] I'm just wondering if you did a romance how would you envision it? Her corrupting the PC or her and an evil PC just terrorizing Faerun together. Also would this romance be accessible for anyone or only for males/females of a certain alignment? [quote]

Mmm... another portion I'm chewing over carefully...what I have envisioned so far is perhaps two tracks...One where the she "corrupts" the PC per say, succeeding in ushering the new herald of murder, and one where the PC convinces Caoco to forget the Nine Hells and continue wandering Faerun with PC, sharing in the bloodied travels. Mmm...Iffy, still mulling the possibilities over. 

If the romance goes through, then it will be for Male PCs of AT LEAST Neatral Evil...could expand to TN, but so far I can't come up with a decent reason why it would. Caoco will not join a Paladin. As soon as she approaches the party and feels the Paladins aura, she will leave. Might go the same way with Helm clerics.

Another thought process I have is her drive to corrupt...Mmm...she will attempt to corrupt good aligned characters, but she won't romance them. She respects strength and equal bloodlust. She would find Orc and Human warriors most appealing, moderate interest in Elves, little interest in halflings and dwarves.

[quote]Being a full fiend, as she is, she should have even more powerful powers than those I suggested![quote]

To be honest, I'm not sure what she would be considered. she's half Erinyes, half unknown devil. What that makes her, I'm not sure. I might just label her Half-Fiend and let it be.

Throwing in a random half-dolphin half-devil - I'm a bit confused as to exactly what she is, and dolphin makes as much sense as any -

o.o...

The images in my head...

...for some weird reason...I want to draw this...

Let's re-define awesomeness for a moment...excitement for creating my first mod, and of course, I'm going to make mistakes. Please don't begrudge me said mistakes.

 

 

All I see here are experienced players and even modders jumping in on what is a potentially cool NPC concept and trying to make sure it *stays* a cool concept. I would more be offended if my idea was completely ignored.

 

Try to avoid paying too much attention to the tone of posts and pick out the constructive parts of them. People just want to help after all.

Okay, before I got online today, I made sure I was in an *ecstatic* mood...sooooooooo....

FIRST...thank you for ALL the comments. My defensiveness gets in my way, kind of like Anomen, really. *shrug*

Let us try another approach to this draft *claps hands together*

Everyone who has posted thus far, I want you to follow me and close your eyes a moment...Give me a post telling me...in ALL your experience...in all your fantasies...after everything that's been said...give me what you envision when you see this mod at it's *maximum* potential. Tell me what you like, what you want to see, what you imagine this mod would be like at its absolute best. This is YOUR vision...I gave you mine, and all of you are holding a hand right now, so play them face up on the table, let all the cards show. Show what you got!

You tell us. You're the one who wants to make the mod. Therefore, it's entirely up to you. People have offered their thought and criticisms, but we can not and will not write your mod for you or decide what it will be about.

I'm not asking you to write it, hun, I want a little different side of input. I told you what I envisioned. Some have said "cool concept". but I've yet to see any aspect found "cool" in concept from responses. What is it that is liked? what is it that others are seeing? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but regardless, I pose the question. I leave it in your hands...though it ultimately will be molded from my own. My visions are my own. I know that now more then ever.

hehe...I agree completely..and as for Sarevok's intimidation factor...wasn't that part of his training as a Deathbringer? And his level of confidence borders insanity, which would intimidate just about anyone. Power to back him up? DEFINITALY makes him more intimidating, but he's like my step father...only a hundred times worse. Big. Scary calm. Confident. Chuckles at the weirdest times, making you constantly think "Oh God...he's planning something...and it's going to hurt me..."

 

The Deathbringer thing was invented by a mod. At base, the Deathbringer Assault is just an extra-flashy crit. And there's no confidence there. Just an act thereof, clinging desperately to the power he had before Charname killed him. But that power is a mirage and he knows it. Sarevok is nothing but a schoolyard bully finally laid low by one of the people he picked on, now still trying to drape himself in the fear and power he once had. But I don't buy it, and neither do most of the Bioware NPCs.

...Sarevok had the Deathbringer Assault in Vanilla. That wasn't a mod addition. The way I always saw it is pretty much just a "Brutal Finish", for example, seeing an opening and taking extra effort to drive his sword up through them and dropping them off his sword. The flash I just figured was like the "screen shake" effect, to make it look cool and make you aware something happened and drop your attention to the text box.

Just like you said, a fancy crit. The JOURNAL ENTRIES were added.

It's a cool character concept but I'm afraid she may come off as a bit *too* special and unique for BG2. Players dislike a character that steals the show from them, even if they have flaming bows.

That's exactly what I was afraid of, and why I wanted to suppress some of that devilish heritage. And I also want to add that I have no intention of stealing the light from the main character. Think more of Viconia. That's pretty much the presence I want Caoco to have. I havn't decided whether or not to run a romance track. Here's part of the idea behind the mod...Caoco is going to try to bring out the PCs bloody side (romance or not) in hopes of bringing them to full potential...and sway them to take their heritage by the horns. If the PC resists too much, she'll leave. As soon as Caoco learns that PC can take her fathers place, (or comes to theorize it) she realizes if she can gain favor with PC, she could be granted the power she needs, and perhaps even an army of the abyss. An unrealistic hope, but her aspirations are just as unrealistic.

Actually I don't have much free time (preparing to become a Policeman is very hard in Spain nowadays...) but I'm going to install it (mid game now, in the Underdark) and see how he helps me.

 

Just thinking...... I don't know what you have planned and don't want you to spoil anything but... if finishing his quest and all that makes he free and obviusly grateful, and being a Djinni who can grant wishes.... are you going to add a Wish granted or something? I know you better not grant anything too powerful but story wise if someone help me get my freedom back after years and years of imprisonment and being a slave... I would gladly give them anything in my power.

 

So.... fixing something you could not avoid (Khalid, Dynaheir, Gorion, Yoshimo...) could be great. That would mean a lot more material for you to write and of course some negative opinions from people who would prefer Gorion staying dead for example, but you could simply not choose that wish.

 

I'll stop rambling now and try your light version.

Sounds cool to me, I like the idea, but I also see that it could cause a single NPC mod to turn into, (well, with what you have here,) 4 more mods. Eh, but as I always say, it depends on the author and the final outcome...and ultimately the decisions being made. Judging before completion is just silly.

So...my advice would be to write it in a way that doesn't make the mod scream, "I'm a mod!" in the player's face.

Damn good advice that made me laugh to boot.

Erm. I assume this girl is going to be friends with Aerie, right? I'm sorry, but the Haer'Dalis fling came to my mind, and even though it would probably be a bit over the top to make any 'meddling' happen, I still find the thought amusing.

Hey, here's a question...I've played through BG and BG2 more times then can be counted, but I've NEVER figured out what to do with little Peladan, here. Who do I give him to?

Just in case though... where did you find the baby? (I remember DSoTSC/NTotSC once made the baby available in a werewolf in the Ulcaster Ruins )

Yeah, I...go through that island way too fast. I got him off the werewolf corpse, as usual, but I always went straight to Kaishas after...because I'm an idiot.

Thanks for the info, now I know what to do next play-through. I would have replied sooner, but I had a virus that made my browser freeze, I just fixed it yesterday.

It's kind of funny, because in vanilla when I used to play as a paladin, I always kept him while the ajantis romance mod was active. "Yay, baby!" lmao. Paladin + Paladin = Peladan lol

LOOKING FOR someone experienced in the ways of the Nine Hells, specifically dealing with Devils.

Need detailed information and opinions about society, social structure, hierarchy, and pretty much able to answer any questions I have.

REASON, building an NPC and quest line based off the Nine Hells, and unfortunately, the reference books I have available to me at this time do not cover what I need, (I have, for example, the Demonomicon (3.5) and the Monster Manuel (3.5))

I need someone who will NOT become irritated at many questions and on short notice, who will be willing to take in what I'm attempting and be able to answer cleanly what I would need to build around it.

Thank you.

Hey, topic title says it all, I have a full install of EVERYTHING, BG1+expansion, BG2+expansion, installed the full Tutu(with ToB version) but my main menu screen where you are supposed to be able to choose which game to play only displays BG1 TotSC, anyone know why my BG2 isn't showing up?

I've had Tutu in the past, never had this problem before.

Tutu only lets you play through the BG1 campaign. You may be confusing Tutu with BGT.

I thought there was a version of Tutu that allowed you to use the root menu to startup on either game, and also seamlessly transferred you to the next game upon completion of BG1? I could have sworn I had that, and I never had BGT. This was around 2 years ago, however, so I could most assuredly be fuzzy in my recollection.

I thought there was a version of Tutu that allowed you to use the root menu to startup on either game, and also seamlessly transferred you to the next game upon completion of BG1? I could have sworn I had that, and I never had BGT. This was around 2 years ago, however, so I could most assuredly be fuzzy in my recollection.

Well, it doesn't... the BGT does... but you can use your original BG2 install to play the BG2 part of the game... as the EasyTutu makes it's own game directory...
The (original) BGTutu doesn't have either.

hmm...alright, thank you.

Thank you VERY much!

Thanks

Tob, new game, NPC-NPC banters not firing, though NPC-PC dialogues are. I tried forcing dialogue by advancing "Real Time" and game time. nothing. I noticed sometimes the triggers get "stuck" and you can "un-stick" them by initiating dialogue directly with a character and the most recent dialogue will fire (NPC-NPC, not initiated dialogue) Even this little trick isn't working. Is compatibility to blame here or is there other possible reasons for this?

(didn't bother listing my mods, nobody knows ALL the incompatibilities, so why bother, right?)

~A broken piece written several years ago~

Charging through Oblivion, his horses with nary a breath, spectral flames in his eyes, his dark cloak billowing behind. He has no blood, no heart, no life. His horses are beasts of the dark. Clusters of chaos shatter as he tramples through, they scream in agony and sparkle in darkest light, reaching out to grapple his cloak. Wisps of plague fetter the dark hooves and erupt like sparks upon the cobbles of broken eternity. Pillars of broken promises amass before him, the shattered remains of his army stand before him. Beasts of his darkness crawl upon their dragging bellies to catch a glimpse, perhaps to feed.

The master brought flesh victims of plague, the choking rot of carrion drawing the belly crawlers forward at an astonishing speed. The plague devourers, as they came to be known, dragged themselves pathetically to the corpses and began to feast, viciously fighting over scraps.

"Ease, my pets, there is more than enough," The man uttered with a wispy, cold breath.

His voice was as the sound of a soldiers dying breath.

Scores of the Plague Devourers crawled forth, all of different sizes, As they gorged themselves, the essence of death gathered like vapors from the now ravaged corpses, creeping across the floor with dreaded whispers. Mindless soldiers of decay rose, animated by the strings of chaos. Slowly, they added themselves to the ranks, weeping children scurrying aside as they shambled forth. The tears of plague children fed the darkness, holding the seams of their pocket of existence together.

The women of the ranks slowly deteriorated into nothing. From the bowels of their essence, their being twisted into the vaporous forms of banshees, their screams echoing through the void to haunt the living. Their shapes twisted and curled into itself, movement never ceasing. Now free from their mortal shells, they fly all over the sky wailing their misery, gaseous clouds trailing behind.

Having fed his pets, the man began to walk towards the broken spires. As he approached the rubble, the scattered pieces enveloped in dark clouds and hovered before him, arranging themselves to scale upward, the pieces all a mans pace apart. The man stepped upon them without hesitation or thought. The makeshift stairs led him upward toward the darkened sky. A ledge, of sorts, appeared through the clouds, it's likeness of black ice, sparkling and glittering, yet black beneath. The man stopped.

"So..." he mused loudly, seemingly to the air around him.

As he spoke, a portion of the ledge in front of him rippled like goo. It manipulated itself and built its own form, stretching out of the ledge and spreading out and upward. It reshaped into a complex mass of black ichor. It was solid, yet it rippled like goo. The man touched a bony finger to the surface, and a young man emerged, half his body still contained within the goopy mass. His body emanated a soft, golden glow that suddenly illuminated the ledge. Banshees nearby screamed as his hansom face emerged. They flew by him wailing, circling him like vultures.

"John, wasn't it?" the man asked as he starred at his captive.

"Where's Eva?" John uttered breathlessly.

"You're mortal wife is dead," the man stated gruffly.

"She is NOT mortal! Where-"

"The one called 'Eva' is dead," he held out a wedding band and dropped it in front of John's face, "I warned you."

John's eyes widened as he starred unblinkingly at the ring. It was unmistakably Eva's. The man smiled as John's frow wrinkled, his eyes producing tears.

"I told you she would be the one to die if you didn't cooperate with me."

"Beast! Monster! Abomination! How could you destroy something so pure?!" John sputtered through his tears, "Do you hold NOTHING sacred? Do the bonds of love mean nothing to you?! I swear, I will tear you asunder! I will expose your dark, diseased inerds to the light, and be there a heart within your rotting corpse, I'll take it as a trophy! I WILL AVENGE MY WIFE AND ONLY YOUR CORPSE WILL DO!!"

A silence fell between them, excluding the constant wails of the banshees above. For a long moment, the man said nothing.

"Are you through?" he finally asked.

"I will only be through when you are run through my blade!"

The man almost seemed to roll his eyes, if he had any, and let out a mild, groan-like rasp from his throat.

"You immortals and your 'soul-mate' obsessions and your 'holier-then-thou' attitude. Don't you realize that if you don't care...nothing can hurt you? I mean really," the man started to chuckle, "the only thing separating you from mortals is 'I' and 'M'."

The man apparently found this very amusing and proceeded to laugh at his own joke. John burned inside.

"To exist without caring would make a hollow existence," John whispered.

The man at last calmed himself.

"You've put me in a good mood, so lets have a little fun. There's a vortex that is very punctual with it's appearances around here. Care to guess where it leads to?"

John said nothing, but started to feel the mass around him turning back to goo.

"On the other side," he continued, "is a path to your sanctuary, through the chaotic springs of battle and drifting tides that create out our middle ground."

"I will NOT run from the likes of you!" John sputtered as he started to pull against the goop, feeling the substance pulling back.

John grunted as he pulled and strained through the goo, his flesh stinging like the substance had tiny hooks all over, pulling his back, denying his freedom.

'ignore the pain, ignore the pain...' he chanted in his mind as he fought, 'sweet Eva...' He pulled harder. The pain increased, but he also felt his body pulling away. He began to focus on his torso, pushing his body forward.

All of a sudden, one of his arms thrusted forward, free of restriction. One of his armlets flew off and skidded across the icey-black ledge. The man, who had been watching with interested, grabbed John's arm in a flash and thrust it back deep into the goopy mass. With the other hand, he pushed John's other arm deeper. John's head and part of his chest were all that emerged now, his head the only thing free to move. He struggled against the man, but now his arms were in so deep, there was nothing he could do.

"NO-O-O-O!!!" John screamed in open defiance, his eyes filled with burning hatred.

"Oh, come now, wouldn't your 'sweet Eva' want you to make it out of here? To fight me with all your strength and power of the 'holy' light?" the man taunted.

The man put his relaxed palm before John's face.

"I am all powerful here. I shape and control EVERYTHING here."

The man flipped his palm upwards, then began to focus. The surrounding darkness immediately was sucked into his hand. It swirled with false light and ominous clouds. John became transfixed, the swirling like the formation of a star within the palm of this twisted corpses hand. The man slowly brought his face down to Johns level, and taking a sickening rasp that was apparently a breath, he blew the cloud into John's face. The cloud forced it's way into his mouth and nostrils. He coughed heavily, the pestilence resting in and infecting his insides. Blood began choking it's way up his throat as he wheezed. His golden glow faded dramatically as his body began to feel heavy and weak.

The goop encasing his began to recede, leaving him face down on the cold ledge. He felt sick and weak, but something told him he had to move, and he had to do it NOW. He struggled to get himself to his feet, stumbling as he lifted himself.

The man glanced up as John steadied himself, "Right on time," he said casually.

John looked up and saw a violent vortex overhead. It was filled with twisting light, both false and true. It was the way home, the way to Eva. She was waiting for him...wasn't she? No, she HAD to be!

He spread his wings and pushed off the ground with impressive force. He beat his wings hard and fast. The screams of banshees made his ears ring. They were chasing him. They grabbed and pulled at his pure white and gold garments. They pulled hard, slowing his rise. He watched as the vortex began to close. Fear engulfed his heart. In defiance and desperation, he reached towards the light swirling within the vortex and drew upon it. He pulled the light to his hand and formed a sword. It was weak, but enough. Crying out with vengeance, John hacked away the wisped forms holding him at bay and beat his wings with all his strength, pushing him through the vortex to the other side and disappearing to freedom.

Far beneath him, still watching from the ledge, the man started laughing.

"Well, I'll be damned, he made it!"

He turned to a woman laying on her side, obviously plague-ridden and in agony. She had been hidden by the sickly clouds hanging about the surface of the ledge. The shroud lifted off her and wisped away. She lay motionless, her haggard breath loud and pitiful.

"What do you think he'll say when he finds out you're still alive?"

~End Prologue~