Dreams (Baldur's Gate)


 * Spoilers, naturally

Dream sequences occur when the character and party first sleep, whether in an Inn or in the open, after the start of every Chapter of the storyline

Not only do low-Reputation characters get different Special Abilities after their dreams, but different dream sequences. The dreams for medium and high-reputation characters are shown below


 * ''"You do not dream often, but tonight the visions are vivid, indeed. Long have you walked, but now you find yourself back amid the stones of Candlekeep. Your former home looms before you, but the gate is closed and barred. Over the walls, there is a candle in your old room, but as the light goes out, the brick surrounding the window closes together. The very walls conspire to keep you at bay."
 * ''"A familiar voice startles you, though it is calm and caring, 'You cannot go back this way, child. You must go on.' Gorion forms before you, and though his image should be comforting, it seems but a shade of his living self. He is dead in your dreams, as in life."
 * ''"The fantom of your foster father gestures toward the blackness of the wood, as though it should be inviting. Perhaps, it is, in a way, but the traveling will be hard. As you think this, a smooth and obvious path becomes clear out of the corner of your eye. It seems meant for you, pulls at your very being, and promises to quickly lead you away from the life you once led. Perhaps this would be for the best, but it is a bit too convenient for your liking. You do not wish to dwell upon the loss you have endured, but neither should it be forgotten. Gorion smiles, and fades away."
 * '':The pull becomes a push, but you turn away, steadfast in your new direction. The way is not quite as clear, but it is sure to be interesting nonetheless. A whisper follows as you stride away, something vestigial and sinister that you recognize, but yet have never heard, 'You will learn...'"
 * ''"You do not look back."


 * ''"You are startled out of sleep with a chill, though the night is warm and calm. It is as though someone has walked across your grave, and more for a moment you wonder if it was you. With this thought, the ground beneath you opens, and you are swept into the dark."
 * ''"When light returns, you do not find its presence comforting. Before you lay the empty mines of Nashkel, cleansed by your previous passage. You move through walls and floors alike, descending deeper and deeper, until a bloated figure comes into view. Mulahey, in no better shape than you left him, stands motionless before you."
 * ''"Held from whatever afterlife calls it, this foul apparition has been waiting for you. A dagger of bone hovers before it, ready for a willing hand to drive it deep. Had this creature breath, you are sure it would be hurling curses. It waits for the kill, a death beyond death, and knows no hope."
 * ''"You turn your back on the blade, and it clatters to the floor. Punishment enough shall find this creature in the land of the dead; you need not inflict any more upon him."
 * ''"Surprised and thankful, the visage of Mulahey hobbled forward and through you, off to whatever fate it deserves. Perhaps for safekeeping, it leaves a part of itself behind. It is a spark of hope that fills a space within you: a dagger-shaped hole you did not know was empty."
 * ''"There is a cry of rage from the depths, and the dagger of bone launches itself through the air, your heart its target. You awake just as it would have struck, and the cold sweat that covers you stings your eyes. A disapproving voice lingers in your ears, though it should have disappeared with the dream. 'You... WILL... learn!'"


 * ''"As darkness falls, your mind drifts back to events past, and to conquests well won indeed. The feared and fabled bandits that have plagued the entire coast are as dust beneath you. You stride through their camp, ignoring their attacks and scattering tents and bodies as you go."
 * ''"Your recollections are interrupted without impact or fanfare, as the earth opens to accept your passage. The cascading rock and gravel prevents your escape, and in a moment all is black. For all you know, you have descended to the very core of the world."
 * ''"The walls around you illuminate, and a cavern slowly takes shape, though you can see no more than a few steps ahead or behind. Stumbling forward, you find yourself face to face with... yourself."
 * ''"Before you is a likeness in stone exact to the smallest detail. A voice in the darkness accuses you, even as it seems amused. 'Such pride undeserved, great conqueror, when your whole being is borrowed. Credit where it is due, and dues where payment is demanded.'"
 * ''"A dagger of bone flies from the blackness and strikes the statue, square. It cracks slightly, but the pain you feel is as though you were rent asunder."
 * ''"'You were made as you are,' taunts the voice, 'and you can also be broken.' You fall backward into the void, and do not come to rest until morning wakes you."


 * ''"Tonight you dream of blood. Not of blood on a blade or the blood on your hands, but an ichor that runs as a torrent through the Realms. A flood that pours across the fields and forests. An ocean that floats you to the world's edge, and threatens to cascade off into the void."
 * ''"The blood seems a frightening thing: a massive force that sweeps away all resistance. As a whole it is a monster and it cannot be stopped. Were it to be viewed from on high, it would seem to cover the entire world in its red-black embrace."
 * ''"You, however, do not have such a lofty perch. From within the deluge you can see it does not move as one, but is filled with currents, eddies, and undertows. Pockets of calm afford breathing space, whilst violent whirlpools threaten to rend limb from limb. Ultimately it seems undirected, mindless, and meandering. You may be caught within, but there are still options open: still choices to be made."
 * ''"The tide presses on, but you press back. Let the blood rage, as it will: you are in control of what is yours, and that is all you can ask."
 * ''"A sudden and deliberate wave puts an end to your course, and to the dream. It would seem that the flood does have some will, and took offense to your enjoying the ride."


 * ''"You close your eyes tonight, and visions of Candlekeep swim into view. As you pass through the gates of the citadel, there is a flash of memory, and you are a child of only a few seasons once more. At your side is Gorion, gray-haired even all those years ago. How old must he have been to age so little in the time since?"
 * ''"Aged as he ever was, you still have to run to keep up with him. He has an important meeting with Ulraunt, the Keeper of Tomes: an important meeting about you. Funny, you don't remember it."
 * ''"As you stand outside the doors of the inner keep, you can hear the shouting from within. Gorion seldom raised his voice, though you did not care to listen to the "discussions" at your previous stops either."
 * ''"As you trace patterns in the water of a fountain, a reflection distracts you from the argument. A large raven has perched atop a stone wall, and stares directly at you with huge black eyes. You stare back through the mirror of the water, and are suddenly afraid to meet the bird's gaze any other way. It has claws for feet, you think to yourself: little skeletal claws."
 * ''"The doors of the keep suddenly swing open, and Ulraunt storms out. He glances at you for a moment, but looks away as he speaks. 'You both can stay,' he sneers, 'but mark my words. That child will be the death of you.'"
 * ''"A flash of memory once more, and Gorion walks out of the keep as he is today: dead. You drop your gaze back to the water so as not to see. The raven is gone, but your own image remains. Your eyes are black, like those of a bird."
 * ''"'Like father, like child,' the reflection says."
 * ''"You wake with a yell, predictably unrested."


 * ''"Tonight you sleep hunted by all, and wake in a dream hunted by one."
 * ''"Tonight you are the monster everyone claims you are: the kobold scorned like a rodent; the ogre that children fear comes in the night. The mobs and their torches now come for you, counting you among the creatures you once did hunt. Or so someone would have you believe."
 * ''"Once again you hear the voice; a voice that now makes no secret of its origins. It speaks of destiny and nature, and of evils bred in the bone. It says you will never be free of the mob; that they will hunt you for what you are. Murder and death run through your heart, and accepting that will supposedly give you power. The essense of Bhaal within you cannot be ignored."
 * ''"But you have not ignored it. You realize that from the first you have fought the very blood in your veins, fought dagger and claw for each victory, and ultimately you have triumphed. With righteous will, you have turned the dark forces within you to good purpose. Whatever the foundation of your being, you have remade yourself in your own image."
 * ''"Amidst threats it does not yet know are emtpy, the voice tries to play upon your doubts, but finds none. As you stare unwavering, the presence grows weaker and weaker. As it fades from your mind, one warning does stand out amidst the din. It speaks of others that will listen where you have not, others that will embrace what you have rejected, and others that will be your death. This describes but one man, and you know of no other it could be. He who orchestrated your fall, deceived your comrades, and deserves all that your justice shall mete upon him. Sarevok."
 * ''"His is a debt that must be paid to the whole of the Sword Coast. You awake sure of your cause, and of what must be done."

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