Loot? Does This Count?

Bhaal's children had a peculiar ability: when one Bhaalspawn died, any other Bhaalspawn nearby would seize the divinity he had inherited from their father. Of course, killing him yourself made the theft more effective.

Bhaal, the god of murder, intended for his children to slaughter one another this way. The sole survivor would gather all his divinity, allowing him to resurrect within that descendant's body.

In more Eastern terms, it was called "Body Snatching."

Would this great villain eventually succeed in resurrecting himself? If so, which child's body would he take? Those questions lay far in the future, beyond anything Pan Long needed to consider now.

What mattered to them was that Sarevok's share of Bhaal's divinity had been divided between Charname and Imoen. That meant the powerful bald man really was dead.

At the sight, Pan Long finally relaxed.

"It's all right," he said. "That light coming off him is strange, but in my experience, people who glow after dying are usually dead for good."

Imoen laughed. "Have you seen someone get beaten up like that, burned afterward, and still not die?"

Pan Long thought for a moment and decided to make something up on the spot.

He quickly found a suitable source of inspiration—or rather, something to copy. "I haven't encountered one myself," he said, "but I read about one in an elder's notes."

"Really?!" Even Charname looked at him in surprise.

Pan Long gathered his thoughts and chose his words. "That elder was a Patrol Team captain. One day, he came across a burly man fleeing with a woman and a child, so he stepped in to help. Their pursuer was a strange young man. He looked perfectly refined, but his body could break apart and come back together at will. Swords, arrows, crossbow bolts—it didn't matter