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Ultimate Character Combos (may contain traces of spoilers)

Okay, basically you pick two (or more) NPC characters and combine them together to create a new, ultimate character! You can also include why you chose to mix those two...

For example:

Minsc + Nalia = Nalinsc!!!

Boo says evil will never harm the needy!!!

lol! I have a sneaking suspicion this thread could end up moved to SYM, or something like that. but anyway....


Jan+Aerie = Janrie = "Did I ever tell you about the time I nearly invented new wings with turnips and fairy dust.. Now of course... Great Uncle Scratchy insisted on adding........"

Nalia + Korgan = Korlia: "For the greedy!"

Valygar + Edwin = Valydin "Why must I be bothered while trying to be silent?"

Be sure to check out Grim Squeaker's Horrifying Children at the Gibberlings Three website.

Jan + Mazzy = Jazzy "For Avoreen, die turnip hating scum"

Mazzy + Sarevok = Mazevok "Feel Avoreen's unholy wrath"

Cernd + Nalia = Cerlia "Nature strikes the needy"

Nalia + Yoshimo = Nalimo

'I can dance on the head of a pin for the needy!'

Nalia + Jahera = Jalia

I just love the idea of the innocent/*****y woman this would make!!!

'that man is, well he's a fool who will fall to feed the earth'

'what do you want o 'glorious leader'? And how will it aid the less fortunate?'

Haer' Dalis and Gaylen Bayle--- the Eagles--- Coo! my birds, let's jump off the bridge and try to fly!

[QUOTE=Lasher]Haer' Dalis and Gaylen Bayle--- the Eagles--- Coo! my birds, let's jump off the bridge and try to fly! [/QUOTE]

ROFL!


Anomen+Imoen = Amoen

to female protagonist:
"Ready and willing...for the Order!"

Jahera + Jan = Janera

'what is it o omnipresent authority turnip?'

[QUOTE=Coot]Nalia + Korgan = Korlia: "For the greedy!"[/QUOTE]
I like this one

Yoshimo + Nalia = Nalimo
"We must be wary in places suchs as this I'm sure all manner of poor people await our toes in the dark"

Minsc + Ogre = Minoger
"You mess with me, you mess with boo!"

Lilacor + Nalia = Nalacor "I love the smell of the needy in the morning"

Sorry, but I couldn't resist... hope its not too bad...

Cespenar and Demogorgan--
A wet something clumsily caresses its way across your cheek, both mischievous and mind-numbing... a sigh or giggle so faint you're not even sure you heard it... images and impressions trek through your mind's eye: a fiend from some far stretch of the abyss, trapped, lonely, and longing to..... polish. Its tragic plight wrenches your heart, and you sense a quickening of the being you've been sent to imprison. You emphatically free yourself from the spell its forged throughout your brain, only to sense this presence, eating the cookie shaped pieces of wood you use as kindling. Dazed and confused, you hesitantly speak, "What manner of beast are you? That you could bind me in such ways and let me free?" At first you think your ears decieve you, but the more you think on it, the more you become aware of a soft, off-key song is being hummed, and further perusal of your pack, you're sure, is underway. Seemingly helpless to harm the fiend, and resolute not to shirk your promised duty, you look around, in hope of finding something, anything, to further your cause. And lo, there in a darkened cranny you see a pointed tail, rather scalely swishing in attempted time with the lullaby. You go still, and, after an evaluation of the situation, slowly pull out one of the grenade-like objects sold to you by an eccentric gnome a few days back. you draw your sword, heavy in one hand, and prepare yourself for your charge. After a quick prayer to an unresponding god, you roll the flash-bang, with all the finesse and dexterity you can muster, torwards the apparently unsuspecting monster. After a split second count, you charge in, eyes closed and sword high, and, as expected, the scream of anguish, although slightly high-pitched. You open your eyes and bring your blade crashing down in one instant, and split a crying imp in two. The presence in your nap-sack is instantly withdrawn, only to form into an unseen tenticle, wrapped tightly around your neck. Your brain is racing, and vision blurring; the imp is lying, halved, on the ground, and you hear a barely audible voice, sounding like it was trying to manuever through a mouthfull of saliva whisper, "...no......more.......shiny ones......."
The tenticle starts to ease, and, with another prayer to an unresponding god, you gasp for all the air you can. You lie there, leaned into the imp's corner, and wonder, "what the hell just happened?" As you piece things together, you develop a sneaking suspicion that those knights that hired you cruelly tricked you into service here, and that the visit that you'll pay them, that they surely aren't expecting, is not going to end well for them. You slowly rise, find your way to the exit portal, making a mental note to buy more of those grenades...

An excerpt from
"The Life and Times of Philidor, Godchild"

yoshimo + Jahera = Yoshera

'all these buildings, it would have been better to let the land grow wild, while I dance on the head of a pin....'

Imoen + Edwin = *Imwin* "Why must I be bothered by these stupid fools who I love so much"

Minsc & Yoshimo

Minsc + Yoshimo = Minimo

If you stand around too long he'll say, "HI-YAH, Boo is biting us all in hard to reach places!"

Boo + Yoshimo + Booshimo!!!

'He is a giant space traitor ninja, but you suspect he is just a rodent...'

Minsc + Edwin=Mindwin

"Boo says WHAATT you insufferable fools!"

Viconia+Imoen= Viconoen!

I love all of my flaccid, pathetic, do-gooder, low life friends!