Lauriel

v1 - initial release

v1.1 simplifies the region script, fixes scripts for long area names and checks a local variable (#LNoGo) before allowing the transfer

v2 - implemented Designated statements in the TP2 file and added the Pause Game component

v2.1 - fixed a typo in the TP2 and delayed a bit longer before attempting to pause the game for 2nd component

v2.2 - added pause for doppleganger, loupgar, and wolfwere changes

v2.3 - stops all scripts except Baldur from running during the delay prior to the game pause so mobs don't get free shots at the party before they can react. The pausing script needed to be moved out of the player's script and placed into the world script.

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V1.0 Entrances

 

Offset	Size (data type)	Description
0x0000	32 (char array)	Name
0x0020	2 (word)	X coordinate
0x0022	2 (word)	Y coordinate
0x0024	2 (word)	Orientation
0x0026	66 (bytes)	Unused

EraseJournalEntry(227047)  // A Hidden Base in the Cloakwood Things grow darker here, darker than I thought possible. In Tazok's tent, I came across a prisoner named Ender Sai. If he speaks true, and I suspect the documents in Tazok's chest that he mentioned will show he does, the bandits are being played as pawns by a power group called, tellingly enough, the Iron Throne. They meddle in the affairs of nations as if they were gods, pushing Amn and Baldur's Gate to the brink of war in order to line their pockets. They apparently maintain a base within the Cloakwood, and I have little doubt that it is there that I must journey next if I wish to peel back the next layer of this mystery. Something still seems very wrong in this, however. It haunts me, dancing endlessly in the shadows, never coming into the light. What it is, however, I know not.
        EraseJournalEntry(227046)  // A Hidden Base in the Cloakwood Things grow darker here, darker than I thought possible. In Tazok's tent, I came across a prisoner named Ender Sai. If he speaks true, and I suspect the documents in Tazok's chest that he mentioned will show he does, the bandits are being played as pawns by a power group called, tellingly enough, the Iron Throne. Tazok's orders are coming from some base of theirs within the Cloakwood, and I have little doubt that it is there that I must journey next if I wish to peel back the next layer of this mystery. Something still seems very wrong in this. It haunts me, dancing endlessly along the periphery of my thoughts. What it is, however, I know not.
        EraseJournalEntry(227060)  // A Hidden Base in the Cloakwood We have agreed to help Faldorn against the people who have been polluting the Cloakwood forest. These people, apparently agents of the Iron Throne, dwell in a fort to the east.
        EraseJournalEntry(227059)  // A Hidden Base in the Cloakwood A girl named Faldorn has told me that the Iron Throne's base is located to the east.
        EraseJournalEntry(226829)  // A Hidden Base in the Cloakwood The Iron Throne base lies north and then east of the druid grove.
        EraseJournalEntry(227455)  // A Hidden Base in the Cloakwood A druid named Takiyah has told me to find Faldorn. Faldorn is on a crusade against a group that "poisons" the forest. These people dwell to the east.
        EraseJournalEntry(227173)  // A Hidden Base in the Cloakwood One of the Iron Throne soldiers told us that the entrance to the mine was in the bailey to the east.
        EraseJournalEntry(227470)  // A Hidden Base? Tazok plans to visit the site of a mine, where he might be reporting to the real bandit leader.

IF
	Entered([PC])
	Dead("Davaeorn")  // Davaeorn
	Global("Chapter","GLOBAL",4)
THEN
	RESPONSE #100
		RevealAreaOnMap("BG0900")  // Wyrm's Crossing
		EraseJournalEntry(74951)  // I'm sorry. Piousness just... brings that out in me. It's a weakness.
		EraseJournalEntry(74952)  // No, there's a need to be concise and to the point. You bring the concise. Dorn's blade can handle the point. Where is Terpfen?
		EraseJournalEntry(74953)  // We'll see how you enjoy dancing on the end of my blade!
		EraseJournalEntry(74954)  // All right, your point is made. I'll tell you what you want to know.
		EraseJournalEntry(74955)  // Terpfen was assigned to escort a priest of Tyr to Trademeet a week ago. The priest received an omen and halted their progress, insisting on setting up a camp a day or two south of the city.
		EraseJournalEntry(74956)  // Thank you for your assistance, Telwyn. You've been very helpful. Dorn, let's go.
		EraseJournalEntry(74957)  // You'll find I'm a <PRO_MANWOMAN> of my word. Once you swear on your honor as a paladin of Helm this conversation will remain a private matter, I'll leave you in peace.
		EraseJournalEntry(74958)  // Your assistance has been invaluable, Telwyn. My associate here will ensure that remains the case.
		EraseJournalEntry(74959)  // Is this some jest, <CHARNAME>? You can't mean to leave this scuff-kneed wretch alive?
		EraseJournalEntry(74960)  // He's given us everything we need. Further bloodshed will only complicate matters.
		EraseJournalEntry(74961)  // You're right. If there's one thing I cannot, it's loose ends. "Can knot." Get it? Oh, lighten up, Dorn. We've got what we came here for, and now you get to kill an Everwatch Knight in the bargain!
		EraseJournalEntry(74962)  // Thanks a lot, Dorn. Now you've gone and spoiled my surprise.
		EraseJournalEntry(74963)  // I don't mind such... complications. But we'll do as you wish, for now.
		EraseJournalEntry(74964)  // Make peace with your worthless god, Everwatch Knight, for soon you shall meet him face to face!
		EraseJournalEntry(74965)  // I'm not telling you anything.
		EraseJournalEntry(74966)  // Oh, don't be that way, please. I despise bloodshed.
		EraseJournalEntry(74967)  // Your devotion to silence won't be nearly so noble after I cut your tongue from your mouth. Tell me what I wish to know!
		EraseJournalEntry(74968)  // I don't want you to tell me. I want you to tell him. Dorn...?
		EraseJournalEntry(74969)  // On my honor as Helm's loyal servant, I swear I'll tell no one!
		EraseJournalEntry(74970)  // Excellent. Fare you well, Guardian Telwyn.
		EraseJournalEntry(74971)  // Are you threatening me?
		EraseJournalEntry(74972)  // Maybe a little. Is it working?
		EraseJournalEntry(74973)  // Do you feel threatened?
		EraseJournalEntry(74974)  // Merely stating a series of facts it would do you well to be aware of. Now, where can we find Guardian Terpfen?
		EraseJournalEntry(74975)  // You should.
		EraseJournalEntry(74976)  // He's right. You should. Now if you'd be so kind as to tell us where we may find Guardian Terpfen, we'll be on our way.
		EraseJournalEntry(74977)  // I am a paladin of Helm. I have no fear of the likes of you.
		EraseJournalEntry(74978)  // Any day you learn something new is a good day. You, my friend, are about to learn the error of your ways. Unless you tell us what we want to know, of course.
		EraseJournalEntry(74979)  // All right then. I guess we do this the hard way.
		EraseJournalEntry(74980)  // Mercy! I'll tell you what you wish to know.
		EraseJournalEntry(74981)  // See? Who said Everwatch Knights were unreasonable? I seek Guardian Terpfen. Where is he?
		EraseJournalEntry(74982)  // Mercy, I beg of you! I'll tell you anything you want, just spare my life.
		EraseJournalEntry(74983)  // I said I despised bloodshed, and you still went and made us shed blood. I'd kill you for that if I didn't need to know where to find Terpfen.
		EraseJournalEntry(74984)  // You did hear me say I despise bloodshed, right? And yet you go and make us shed blood. It's just rude.
		EraseJournalEntry(74985)  // Forgive me, please. I just sought to protect my fellow knight.
		EraseJournalEntry(74986)  // An admirable position. All right, I'll forgive this lapse of etiquette if you tell me where we can find Terpfen.
		EraseJournalEntry(74987)  // I understand your position. But if there's one thing I cannot abide, it's rudeness.
		EraseJournalEntry(74988)  // Stay your hand, <CHARNAME>. We need him alive. At least long enough to reveal Terpfen's location.
		EraseJournalEntry(74989)  // Right! Terpfen. I'd almost forgot. Start talking, knight.
		EraseJournalEntry(74990)  // The blackguard tells me to stay my hand? Really?
		EraseJournalEntry(74991)  // We are here to get Terpfen's location. Once we have that, I'll gladly watch you slit this worm's throat—I'll even give you a blade with which to do the deed.
		EraseJournalEntry(74992)  // I don't think worms have throats, but I get your point. Start talking, Telwyn. Where can we find Terpfen?
		EraseJournalEntry(74993)  // A pleasure delayed is a pleasure enhanced, and killing this insect will be a pleasure. —Insect! I believe you were telling us where we can find Terpfen.
		EraseJournalEntry(74994)  // The Abyss take Terpfen! I want this knight's blood!
		EraseJournalEntry(74995)  // You think I don't? But Ur-Gothoz must be obeyed.
		EraseJournalEntry(74773)  // I knew it! Bad enough you steal my daughter's honor, but to see her special day spoiled by so dire a revelation? No church can heal the wounds you've inflicted, Colin Forthwith! Only your blood can satisfy my honor!
		EraseJournalEntry(74775)  // Sorry, Colin. We both knew it could only end badly.
		EraseJournalEntry(74777)  // Tell him who we are, Colin! Tell him we're lovers!
		EraseJournalEntry(74996)  // And you're happy with that arrangement?
		EraseJournalEntry(74997)  // Your weakness disgusts me, Dorn. But we'll play it your way... for now. Telwyn! Where is Guardian Terpfen?
		EraseJournalEntry(74784)  // Too much talking, not enough slaughter!
		IncrementChapter("Chptxt5")
		AddJournalEntry(215839,INFO)  // Chapter 5 I have dealt a great blow to the organization known as the Iron Throne, a defeat that I am certain will not be ignored. Now I must travel to the great city of Baldur's Gate, where I am certain to find the truth behind the strange plot that plagues the citizens of the Sword Coast.
END

IF
	Entered([PC])
THEN
	RESPONSE #100
		SmallWait(1)
END