Hint #6: This is an NPC - not someone who can join your party as a companion. He has a VERY small role and is in the game for less than 10 seconds. Think of some of the stuff that happens during the candlekeep tutorial.
He 'ambushes' you from behind during the Jondalar encounter The lesson is - you're gonna get shot at, get over it! He's not really an enemy and, like Jondalar, is most likely a friend or 'bro' His bow and arrow shots cause no damage, thus his (something's wrong with this bow) comment
Actually, i didn't know about the stinking part, i was always too amazed by the power of his magnificent bard skills, to notice his odour. (There should be a mod to make him joinable.)
I won't hurt a wingless butterfly... probably. You can try red wizard... to shut your mouth! Golems with milk fetish? Just no!
Montresor got it right, as usual. Here are the related banters:
1. Aerie: I...I have been looking at the scars...on my back. The stumps that were...that were once my wings. They do not...they do not make me truly homely, do they? Am I...am I ugly to you? Viconia: Must you act so pathetically within the earshot of others? What is it that you expect to say? That thinks your scars add character? Are you truly so witless? Aerie: I...I was talking to him, not to you! You've made your feelings on everything apparent enough! Viconia: Oh, did I hurt your feelings? Have I scarred our precious butterfly even worse, now? Aerie: Go away, Viconia. M-maybe it is silly of me to ask you about my scars, . I...I just respect your opinion. Protagonist: I don't think they make you ugly, Aerie. Far from it. Aerie: R-really? You are...very kind to say so, . I...I suppose I am too proud, that I miss my white wings so. Aerie: When I was first enslaved, I was kept in a small cage and put on display. I had no room to stand, buch less stretch my wings. I...I tried to warn my captor, I pleaded to him... Aerie: ...but my wings withered and became bloody and diseased. Until, finally, he was forced to...to...saw them off. It was...it was so painful and horrid! Aerie: I've felt like a great part of me has been missing ever since. I am incomplete. I...do not feel beautiful, . Not anymore. Protagonist: You placed too much of yourself in your wings, Aerie. You have to look at the rest of yourself and find beauty in that, too. Aerie: It is...very hard for me. But I shall try to think as you say...and I thank you for your kinds words. 2. Edwin: I've been spying you from afar, Viconia, and your frankness, bearing and grace have beguiled me quite profoundly. Viconia: I'm certain there is a condition to your appraisal, Edwin. A Thayvian only has one person in their world: themselves. Edwin: Hush, dear, nonsense. The reputation of my kindred is from untrustworty sources. Like the dark elves, a victim of cruel machinations and falsehoods. Viconia: Perhaps, wizard. Perhaps. Unlike yourself, however, I am an outcast from my people. Edwin: Your brethren's loss is our gain...and a beautiful gain at that. Viconia: Flattery will serve you no purpose, male. I will tell *you* when you may speak to me thus.
Edwin: I believe, Viconia, that I have gained a greater respect for your... ah... intensity through the course of our journeys. Viconia: And I, Edwin, have grown no more appreciative of the sound of your voice since the day I first encountered its nasal whine. Edwin: eh... Viconia: Walk away, Edwin, I am in no mood for you. 3. Jan: So Viconia, I suppose you must be a drow, eh? Viconia: Speak not to your betters, surface slave. Jan: My brother, Elgar Buttercup, had skin the shade of charcoal, too. Well, technically it WAS charcoal. He died in a nasty fire, you see. Viconia: You do love the sound of your own voice, don't you gnome? Jan: My own voice? Heartless wench! Do you not know? I am deaf. I have never heard the sound of my own voice. I read lips... (sob)... only lips... Viconia: Deaf? Truly? In the Underdark the deaf are killed or used in pain threshold experiments. Jan: I heard that! In fact, it reminds me of the time I was eaten by an avatar of Lolth. I was stuck inside her stomach with a miserable drow called Biffle Chump for days. Of course, I was forced to eat him. A matter of survival, you understand. Nothing personal. He tasted a bit like chicken. Viconia: [to Protagonist] How is it that you travel with such a wee buffoon? Protagonist: Truthfully, it all goes back to the time that Jan's cousin, Plooty Paladin-piper, got caught in a nasty flesh golem eating contest... Jan: Aye, Plooty had a way of attracting golems. Brilliant, really. You start with a saucer of milk - golems are suckers for milk... Viconia: I refuse to listen to this.
Comments
I strike from behind
So that you may find
A lesson in kind
I lash at my foe
Who's really a bro
"You give up yet? ...no?"
(Something's wrong with this ...)
Hint: Figuring out the last word in the last line will help you find the answer.
"Something's wrong with this ... Doh!"
The answer is therefore of course Homer Simpson.
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On a more serious note, could it be Dorn?
Hint #2: The completed last line is -
Something's wrong with this bow
Hint #3: The answer is a named NPC in BG1.
Hint #4: The reason why the NPC says "Something's wrong with this bow" is because it's not doing any damage.
Hint #5: Those with BG1 'restartis' will see this NPC regularly.
Hint #6: This is an NPC - not someone who can join your party as a companion. He has a VERY small role and is in the game for less than 10 seconds. Think of some of the stuff that happens during the candlekeep tutorial.
He 'ambushes' you from behind during the Jondalar encounter
The lesson is - you're gonna get shot at, get over it!
He's not really an enemy and, like Jondalar, is most likely a friend or 'bro'
His bow and arrow shots cause no damage, thus his (something's wrong with this bow) comment
@RelSundan, you're up!
I am the master of the mines!
1 robe is not enough, give me 2!
Good thing I'm not prone to teleportation sickness!
Smell inhumane
And am quite inane
Failure to listen will make you the same
That was much quicker than I was expecting
Edit: I know you didn't say his name but you obviously know it is Mad Arcand the stinking.
I won't hurt a wingless butterfly... probably.
You can try red wizard... to shut your mouth!
Golems with milk fetish? Just no!
Here are the related banters:
Aerie: I...I have been looking at the scars...on my back. The stumps that were...that were once my wings. They do not...they do not make me truly homely, do they? Am I...am I ugly to you?
Viconia: Must you act so pathetically within the earshot of others? What is it that you expect to say? That thinks your scars add character? Are you truly so witless?
Aerie: I...I was talking to him, not to you! You've made your feelings on everything apparent enough!
Viconia: Oh, did I hurt your feelings? Have I scarred our precious butterfly even worse, now?
Aerie: Go away, Viconia. M-maybe it is silly of me to ask you about my scars, . I...I just respect your opinion.
Protagonist: I don't think they make you ugly, Aerie. Far from it.
Aerie: R-really? You are...very kind to say so, . I...I suppose I am too proud, that I miss my white wings so.
Aerie: When I was first enslaved, I was kept in a small cage and put on display. I had no room to stand, buch less stretch my wings. I...I tried to warn my captor, I pleaded to him...
Aerie: ...but my wings withered and became bloody and diseased. Until, finally, he was forced to...to...saw them off. It was...it was so painful and horrid!
Aerie: I've felt like a great part of me has been missing ever since. I am incomplete. I...do not feel beautiful, . Not anymore.
Protagonist: You placed too much of yourself in your wings, Aerie. You have to look at the rest of yourself and find beauty in that, too.
Aerie: It is...very hard for me. But I shall try to think as you say...and I thank you for your kinds words.
2.
Edwin: I've been spying you from afar, Viconia, and your frankness, bearing and grace have beguiled me quite profoundly.
Viconia: I'm certain there is a condition to your appraisal, Edwin. A Thayvian only has one person in their world: themselves.
Edwin: Hush, dear, nonsense. The reputation of my kindred is from untrustworty sources. Like the dark elves, a victim of cruel machinations and falsehoods.
Viconia: Perhaps, wizard. Perhaps. Unlike yourself, however, I am an outcast from my people.
Edwin: Your brethren's loss is our gain...and a beautiful gain at that.
Viconia: Flattery will serve you no purpose, male. I will tell *you* when you may speak to me thus.
Edwin: I believe, Viconia, that I have gained a greater respect for your... ah... intensity through the course of our journeys.
Viconia: And I, Edwin, have grown no more appreciative of the sound of your voice since the day I first encountered its nasal whine.
Edwin: eh...
Viconia: Walk away, Edwin, I am in no mood for you.
3.
Jan: So Viconia, I suppose you must be a drow, eh?
Viconia: Speak not to your betters, surface slave.
Jan: My brother, Elgar Buttercup, had skin the shade of charcoal, too. Well, technically it WAS charcoal. He died in a nasty fire, you see.
Viconia: You do love the sound of your own voice, don't you gnome?
Jan: My own voice? Heartless wench! Do you not know? I am deaf. I have never heard the sound of my own voice. I read lips... (sob)... only lips...
Viconia: Deaf? Truly? In the Underdark the deaf are killed or used in pain threshold experiments.
Jan: I heard that! In fact, it reminds me of the time I was eaten by an avatar of Lolth. I was stuck inside her stomach with a miserable drow called Biffle Chump for days. Of course, I was forced to eat him. A matter of survival, you understand. Nothing personal. He tasted a bit like chicken.
Viconia: [to Protagonist] How is it that you travel with such a wee buffoon?
Protagonist: Truthfully, it all goes back to the time that Jan's cousin, Plooty Paladin-piper, got caught in a nasty flesh golem eating contest...
Jan: Aye, Plooty had a way of attracting golems. Brilliant, really. You start with a saucer of milk - golems are suckers for milk...
Viconia: I refuse to listen to this.
'Tis most dishonest to be true...
Serve me well, and I'll help you, too -
I'll cross my boss when he double-crosses you!