Date:		Uh, Final Product: 10/29/02
Created By:	John T. Ellis, Jr. {My Whole Name, Don't Type That Often, Wow That Is Rare.}
NickName:		Psionic Fox {You'll See Me Around, I Am Everywhere. And In Most Online Games!}
Sex:		Yeah, I like It... {Male}
Age:		21 Years On You're Little Blue Planet, But Before Then... Around 58,062.
From:		Little Blue Planet: Monore, LA	-	Before: Vixneon Gwarg 9
Social Security #:	Hahaha, Like You Are Going To Get That!



Zeit-Geist: n. German
The Characteristic Thought Or Feeling Of A Particular Period Of Time; Spirit Of The Age.
Zeit: Age Or Time - Geist: Spirit

In Laymans Terms: The Moment Of Thought As You Are Thinking It.



The Tale Of This Blade Starts Out Like Any Other Tale, In The Realms Of Faerun.

A Lowly, Poor Smithy Was Asleep One Night...
While Having A Very Long,  Deep, And Encompassing Dream.
So Much So, That He Woke From It, Pouring With Sweat.

The Dream Consisted Of Him Running Through A Thick Forrest,
Being Followed By Some Unkown Foe. He Finally Made It To A
Clearing And Lo, He Found Himself Surrounded By Enemies...
So Vast In Size, That It Was Overwhelming To Even Try To Guess
A Deffinitive Number. He Was About To Be Attacked By All The
Hostiles, When Just Then, They All Vanished!

Out Of The Complete Blackness Of Time And Space, Appearing Before Him,
Was A Celestial Being Of Immense Power. As He Stood There In A Shocked
Gasp, The Being Spoke! "This Is Your Fate, Ye Forgesmith! Ye Shall Have To
Take Up Arms, Against A Protruding Enemy, In The Not-To-Distant Future."

Silently The Man Stared & Listened To The Being.

"But Ye Shall Not Have The Support From Anyone In Thy Village.
All 'Brave' Men Shall Flee, At The Meer Sight Of Not Even Half Of
The Foe." You And Only You, Shall Be Forced To Fight Off These
Monsters, These Daemons, To Defend ALL Of Feerun!"

"Though, Thou's Is Not A Simple Task. The Higher Beings, Gods Ye
Call Them, Have All Agreed To Allow Ye To Forge The Most Powerful
Weapon Ever Created." Ye Shall Awake From Thy Dream, With The
Advanced Skills Needed, To Make The Weapon."

Not Too Long After Those Last Words Were Uttered By The Celestial
Being, He Awoke. He Thought That This Was Merely A Dream. Gasping
For Air, And Pouring Sweat, He Gazed Down Upon His Hand. Lying Within,
Was A Piece Of Parchment. He Slowly Rasied His Hand To Read And Lo,
Plans Written In An Unknown And Forgotten Tongue. But Mysteriously, He
Could Understand The Words Engraved On This Parchment.

He Decided To Get To Work, And Construct This Sword Of Immense Power.
Thinking It Would Not Be Wise To Slack Around, After Being Instructed By Gods.
As He Picked Up The Strongest Piece Of Iron He Had, It Suddenly Shifted Into
An Unknown Metal Alloy. He Had Never Seen Something So Strong, Yet
Light-Weight. It Seemed To Shimmer And Shine With An Awe Inspiring Glow.

He Lay It Upon His Block, And Raised A Hammer In The Other Hand.
He Hit The 'Metal' As Hard As He Could, And It Did Not So Much, As
To Scratch! He Didn't Have Any Way To Forge This 'Metal'. Just Then,
The Hammer Shifted Into An 'Alloy' That Was Capable Of Forging The
Mysterious Ore. He Began To Work, Vigerously Throught The Night.
Never Stopping For Even Food Nor Break, Until It Was Finally Finished.

He Gazed Upon The Beatuy Of This Shape, He Was Somehow Able To
Forge. He Had Gathered The Last Jewels He Had Saved This Long While,
To Provide Food For Himself. Gold, Silver, Ruby, Saphire. Non Were Too
Precious To Imbed Into This Wonderous Blade. When He Was Completed
With All His Work, Suddenly, Out Of The Very Gap Of Existance...
The Celestial Being Appeared Once More Before Him. This Time It Was No
Dream, He Was Wide Awake.

The Being Spoke To Him Again. "Though Have Done Good, However The
Blade Is Not Finished. It Can Not Handle Thou's Task Alone. It Shall Need
More Power." "I Shall Take My Final Resting Place, From Within The Blade.
I Have Been Instructed To Grant It, The Fullest Extent Of My Power!"

The Being Suddenly Floated Ever So Gentally Into The Sword... And Thus
An Overwhelming And Unthinkable Power Surged From The Sword! The
Smithy Could Barely Keep His Arm Straight, As His Body Was Now Filled
With The Power Of The Sword He Held Within In His Hand. He Felt Impervious
To Sickness And Diases. Immune To Poisons And Attack. Pain Or Suffering Would
Not Bother Him. He Somehow Was Transformed Into An Unstoppable Force.

Believing He Was Ready, He Tried To Lay The Sword Upon His Bedpost.
And Suddenly, He Came To The Realization That He Could Not Put The
Weapon Down! It Would Not Flee From His Grasp! And The Blade Spoke,
With A Thunderous Sound: "Ye Shall Not Release Me, EVER!" "For If Thy
Ever Could Put The Blade Down, Thy Would Surely Die" "Ye Hast Now
Great Power, That Would Flee From Thy Body And Leave Nothing But Bone."

Well Days Past And Turned To Months, Then Years. Finally The Day Had Come
To Use The Sword. Daemons Have Arrived, Screaming A Voice In The Distance.
The Young Warrior Fleed In Terror. As Did The Rest Of The Village, All But One
Remained: The Forgesmith! He Stood Unwavering From The Place. One Daemon
Approached Him. He Smelled Of Rotting Flesh And Was 9 Foot In Height.

"Why You Not Run, Why You Stand In Our Path?" "What Is Your Name, Little
Man." The Daemon Said. "I Am Kaixen Zilx, A Lowly Smithy, I Shall Not Be
Moved From My Home. Not By Goblins Or Gnolls, And Exspecially Not Daemons!

The Daemon Was Quite Enraged And Started To Lunge At Kaixen...
Needless To Say, Kaixen Won The Battle And All Battles That Followed Thereafter.
Stories Formed Into Legends After The Years, And No One Even Knew If Kaixen
Was A Human, Never Was It Told How He Managed To Defeat Thousands
Single-Handedly. But Many Believed It To Be The Sword He Used. For Centuries
Warriors Searched For The Blade And None Succeeded In Finding It. Even After
Kaixen Had Long Died Off, At The Ripe Old Age Of 14,002.

It Is A Wonder YOU Have Found This Blade, Thou You Have No Idea How.
It Just Appeared In Your Hand, After One Of Those Strange Dreams.
You Suppose You Are In Need Of The Sword, For The Dark Voice Said In The
Dream, "You Will Learn". You Presume That You Are To Confront That Voice,
The Voice Of Gorions Murderer... And You Shall Need The Power Of The
Blade: Zeit-Geist!



Zeit-Geist Is Capable Of Killing Any Being:
Living	Un-Living
Breathing	Un-Breathing
This Sword Just Does Not Care, As Long As It Is EVIL... It Will Kill It.

There Are Only Two Known 'Problems' With This Sword.
#01: It Can Not Be Put Down, It May NOT Leave You're Hand.
#02: Because It Is Alive, It Chooses It's Weilder, It's Master.

You Need A Lore Of 100 {Or A Store, Or The Scroll of Identify} To Use It.

But, Trust Me... YOU WILL LOVE THIS.
It Brings A New Meaning To OverKILL!

Only Use This Sword, If You Don't Wan't To Have A Normal Challenge From The Game.
I Designed It For A Second Play Through. It Is Not For A FIRST Game.

I Don't Suggest Using This On Party Members, Because Thats Not Nice.

Ok, Ok, Tiax Can Be Slaughtered! Damn Prick...
You DO Know, He Will Someday Rule ALL, Don't You?



STATISTICS:
Damage: 1d6+10282
THACO:  +90
Damage Type: Slashing
Weight:  0
Speed:  1
AC Bonus: +10
Proficiency Type: Large Sword
Type: 2-handed
Gives Following:
Haste
Free Action
Neutralize Poison
Regenerate 10HP/sec
100% Resistance To: Fire/Cold/Lightning

Protection From:
Normal Weapons
Magical Weapons
Poison
Instant Death
Slow
Hold
Web
Entangle
Petrification
Grease
Stun
Horror
Blindness
Disease
Anything/Undead
Spells
Confusion/Rigid Thinking/Fear
Feeblemindedness

Basically, You Will Take NO DAMAGE, & By Some Ungodly Reason You Do,
You'll Regain The Health INSTANTLY. SOME Things CAN Hurt You... Such As
Melf's Acid Arrow I Think, But This Is Meaningless, You'll Regain Health Instantly.

Note: For Some Strange & Unknown Weird Bizzare Reason, While Equipped In My Game...
My Characters Did NOT GET TIRED! Yep, You Read Correctly. No Annoying Naps To Take,
No Whining From Party Members That You Are A Slaver... You Don't Need To Rest At All.
{Unless You Enter A New Chapter, Always Rest To Get Your Special Skill.}

Because Of All This, It Is Only Usable By: Lawful Good - Neutral Good



By All Acounts, It Should Work Just FINE.
Just Drag This Sucker Into Your Override Folder:

C:\Program Files\Black Isle\Baldur's Gate\Override

To Get This Psycho Blade Into Your Game,
Use: CLUAConsole:CreateItem("ZG")

If You Don't Know What That Is, Then You Haven't The Use For This Sword.
Matter Of Fact, How Did You Get To This Web Site? Didn't You Read Thier
Section On The Almighty CLUA? This Is A Cheating Weapon! Why Did You DL It
Without Knowing How To Use It? Geez, What A Smart Move That Was.



Infinity Engine Editor Pro Of:	TeamBG @:	http://www.teambg.com/
Used To Forge: Zeit-Geist. The Ultimate Tool Of Destruction!

Vixneon Gwarg 9 Of:		The Galatic Space Orginization Of Realms, Universes, And Planets.
Just Where I Am From, Home Is So Far Away...

This Weapon Is Copywrited, Don't Even Bother To Claim It As Yours.
Since This Is Merely A Copy Of The Original, You Can't Lay Claims
To It Anyways. Yep Its Registered To My Small Humble Company As Well.

Maybe You Have Heared Of Us?

Death Nation Conclave.

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