The summoning channel Mystra has provided is for me alone. No one else is permitted to enter it, no matter how talented a user of the Weave they are.


I figured this abominable alliance at an end. But I fear we may have no choice.


I was raised better than this.


You should've seen the cheese festival last year.


There's an air about you. Something - alien.


I'm glad to see her letting it out - she <i>deserves</i> that much. She'll cheer up. Probably just tired, like she said.


Hey!


Lunkbug! Better now that I'm with you.


These pages practically hum with magic. Agh - it stings!


Doors can be unsealed. Do you have the key?


Well well, what have we here.


Attack


I always knew you were destined for greatness, my lady. It is my great shame that I never voiced it sooner.


The Stone Lord plans to rob the Counting House - and Nine-Fingers means to trap him there.


I'm glad you still think we have the luxury of being picky. Let's just hope another option presents itself...


Alexander...


Let's do this thing.


No opening this with that lock still on it.


Was in another family right up 'til mum stole it. But it's mine now - all I have.


I just want to go home - but I can't. Not yet.


It's proven it can save our lives. Again. But sure, cut that safety rope. What's the worst that could happen?


I won't go on without you.


<i>Did</i> I drink the pink? Shit...


But on the other hand - the one in which Boo sits, and pleads your case - at the time of our last meeting, <i>Minsc </i>was the evil one.


Thou roach-mocked jester.


Not the most thrilling of prospects. But it's a fate that can be avoided if you and I come to an understanding.


Have to keep going.


But... she's been dead for years. That thing got into our heads - drove us <i>mad.</i>


Movin' it.


Now is the time for us to take care of each other. Already, people are gathering to depart. The promise of a new life inspires great haste.


Nowhere's safe from this damned Absolute.


Aridissimus!


I'm sorry, I don't know if anyone has told you, but you look <i>just</i> like one of those gorgeous adventurers in the papers! That's so funny.


On my way.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


Impero te!


There's only one place I'm finding a sussur tree: the Underdark.


If we fall, the Absolute wins!


My friend. Yes. He'll always be my friend, won't he? And I - I believe I'll think of him every day.


Remember to show respect. Anyone here could be a True Soul.


As for you, True Soul...


It's lovely...


Dream in red.


I've never been called a <i>scourge </i>before, you flirt. But sweet words won't get you out of this one!


We hammer Orpheus free from his chains at our first chance. <i>Orpheus tavki na'zin!</i>


<i>Bombs away!</i>


*You try to connect, but your legs give out. You slump against him, helpless.*


We can lay down later.


They name us outcasts. Hellspawn. <i>Foulblood.</i>


We've met. They warned me about Marcus - just before the attack.


Arms down. Plan's changed.


It says there's a cellar here somewhere.


Plue!


Tch. <i>BAAAA. </i>


See? Now -


On your feet!


There's creeps in cloaks creeping around down in the sewers.


Lapis root? Saffa? These do not grow in such a wet climate.


Barrelstalks. Poisonous - and under the myconids' control. Best be careful.<br>


You'll bring him the Nightsong, won't you? He'll be so very pleased, so very <i>happy</i>, if his plans materialise.


And yet, even now, more than I fear losing my own self and soul, I fear losing my command of her art.


It's not for the master, it's for me. I spent one hundred years eating rats and dogs, but soon I'll be able to feast.


You don't solve a murder by talk. While you're talking, the killer is out there, killing again.


Is this it? Seems a little underwhelming for a holy relic.


Oh, petal. If you think your precious little god holds any power here, you're in for a surprise.


Stop. Stay your hand, for it slaps where it should stroke. We can hardly hear the patient's sighs of solace.


You see at last.


Just wait till you see Baldur's Gate. You'll never want to leave.


Keeping my eye on <i>everybody</i>.


This 'treasure' is a pile of junk.


You should! We can talk in the morning.


You have poisoned the very hearts and minds of these good, kind, gentle citizens, with your lies. Your delusions. Your conspiracies.


Something's blocking it from the other side.<br>


We're not skiving! We're just waiting for our lesson to start...


Oak Father preserve us. Could it truly have been so, all this time?


I cannot wait until your next act of shameless barbarity.


I see how you slip-slither closer, belly dragging in the filth. Father is <i>laughing</i> at you.


So imagine how stupid I felt when I started to genuinely feel something for you.


The child Shadowheart can be irritating and naive, but what do you hope to gain by handing her to DeVir?


Hells. Torchlight won't last long here.


I never sweat, even when the summertide sun shines upon me. Who am I?


I wonder how she did it. I mean, Cerys was always filthy. Like us.


Without the fungal infestations, I hope.


I wonder what happened to that drow.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Fine. Enjoy your night with whatever beast will have you.


A whole fleet of nautiloids. Enough for an army of True Souls.


You'd regret it. I snore, and kill in my sleep.


What happened in the grove was a horror - one I won't ignore. But nor will I let a devil roam the Coast unchallenged.


*You feel your patron bristle with a thousand briars at the rejection. It places some barbed words on your tongue - a weapon, should you need it.*


I can only  thank you for choosing us over the devil. Tyr's blessings upon you.


Yes, but who knows what's inside? It could be worth more than any purse she'll offer.


Undead trampled to dust. Their dusk is as eternal as Lathander's dawn.


Better take a closer look.


What does this do?


They will turn on you, in time. When you hear the whispers, and see the blades drawn, remember my face.


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


This darkness is suffocating. I - I can barely catch my breath. We need light...


We can dance if you want to.


Malleus! v2


Wait! Don't spook the gods-damn snake!


Blasted <i>sunlight</i>. Why did the mushrooms lead us here?


Relinquish the stones, and you place your fate in the hands of a creature whose trustworthiness is hardly guaranteed.


BreathRecovery<br>ver 1


Wait - why did my collar just vibrate?


Easier said than done, perhaps.


Intelligenti pauca!


Simply be still, dear one.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


*Incomprehensible gith runes adorn the artefact. It lifts the pain from you, pushing the voice away.*


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 3


These chests are empty...


The toys from the barn - this must be where they were crafted.


Go on.


Up!


Yeeearghh! You broke my thumb! Why?!


Here goes nothing.


Loitering's what you were doing. Loitering with <i>intent</i>, I shouldn't wonder.


Forget the smokepowder - they'd kill Phil on the spot. I won't let you do it.


Ore and mould - but they still need the lava to bind them.<br>


Hello, you must be one of Master's <i>other </i>servants.


The Stone Lord's fate is sealed. We have a bigger war to fight. I'd rather turn our talk to that, but if you need a moment, Jaheira...


Closed Mouth Effort v3


We've got to do it all at once. Like... this!<br>


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Perhaps. But that's certainly a fight I won't soon forget.


Come again soon!


You owe me.


You! Outsider! You poisoned us!


More writings on Orpheus, the Prince of the Comet.


Sine metu!<br>v2


Perhaps if we kill this orthon <i>extra bloody</i>, he'll invite us for tea and brandy back in his House.


I suppose there's worse things to drown in.


Half it is.


We'll try this.


The Duke's life is not all that's at stake.


Yay! Playtime! My favourite!


I'll never understand people who don't want to be famous. The more the people like you, the more you can get away with.


Ah, saer, be very welcome to the family home of the soon-sworn Archduke, Enver Gortash!


A real fiend's skull... By the size, I'm guessing a ghargatula.


*Suddenly you see what she sees. Feel what she feels. Distrust. Hostility. Because you are gith.*


<i>Straj</i>. My skull is splintering.


Let's make the most of this.


You coulda told me who you woz!


*The Urge, the deplorably brutal Urge sickens within you. When you level the world over, that dead world must be yours alone.*


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


<i>Why won't she leave? I need to warn the others... and find Remira, if she's still alive.</i>


This is no common spear... It must be the one that Shadowheart is supposed to find.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Y-yes, it should be here somewhere. They said there was a hidden passage underneath this temple.


This way! Come, come!


Ketheric's vulnerable now. All we have to do is strike.


Quite. It seems we are destined to doomed romances, are we not?


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


Breath_Fast<br>Var 2


You <i>will </i>live.


But very well. You are clearly too closed-minded for the ways of Loviatar.


You are a wise enough man to know that one should not expect kindness from the gods, Gale.


Et alibi!<br>v3


You let thousands of vampire spawn go free? How many will die because you could not do what needed to be done?


And it would take one wizard to unleash a cataclysm powerful enough to tear apart the brain's very being. We have no choice but to consider using the orb.


My time will come. With or without you.


Well. I can trust it'll get done.


There's a horde coming for us all. Do you really think I care about your threats?


Oi, I know you! Do <i>not </i>listen to this ancient fuck. Free me at once.


Keeping my head down.


An early sketch, though. No mention of sussur bark.


We need somewhere to bunker down - somewhere safe. You mentioned a place, Last Light was it?


Parchment-pallored villain.


Dissolve!


Long ride down. Is this... the Underdark?


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v4


This must be where he was making them - there's no shortage of evidence.<br>


Diminuo te!<br>v2


Falling


Feel its power, the Butcher is hungry. You, me - all meat.


That's no surprise. It looks <i>powerful</i>.


Hmm... what's that?


Effort v9


Hells. You look like you've seen a ghost.


So much senseless blood...


'Here lies Connor - beloved husband, and a tasty little morsel to boot.'


I knew you would do my bidding - even though you pretended otherwise.


Oh, you're filthy. I bet she still drank every drop.


That's a little too much blood, even for me.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


Elf jewellery. <i>Royal </i>jewellery in fact, from Suldanessellar, I believe. A curious find.


No - Minsc! You can't die, not now!


The General is inside. I've never seen him so near. It's all happening...


Tormentum!


Look, I don't have time to talk to you, <i>istik </i>- this place isn't going to clean itself.


With enough drink to make the eyes float, aye. But it's the pounding heads after I'm thinking of.


Still breathing, despite everything.<br>


Fine, fine, I'll turn a deaf ear to the clarion calls with which my scorned stomach beseeches me. Graver matters are at hand.


What do I have to lose?<br>


Two pumpkin stews, my good man. And two glasses of...


<i>Very well. Since you will not work with me, you work against me. </i>


Ready for this?


*Your attempt at bribery only inflames the matter further. Things could turn ugly, very rapidly.*


Well yeah. If you were a <i>proper </i>vampire, you wouldn't be trudging through the mud with muggins over here.


Scorch marks. And it's not me this time.


Do they know what they're doing?


*At the mention of the word 'meat', his stance softens.*


Forget the goblins. Come, let's interrogate the locals. One might have seen other githyanki.


Very good.


What have we got here?


More monstrosities - there, on the cliff.


Rotten food and dried blood. A wild party, or something more sinister?


The Dark Lady, defaced by some foul mark.


You read my mind.


Not just with the pain, but with the knowledge that every time we felt it, your true self was being punished, for trying to break through their indoctrination.


He is fickle. Changeable. His devotion is shallow but violent.


Why are you speaking, meat?


The Dark Lady's presence - she is here!


Well. I won't lie, this is a terrible problem. But do you know who's a dab hand at solving terrible problems? Brilliant wizards.


Hurt Critical


BreathRecovery<br>ver 1


Find the damn key!


Please, do not not dredge that up. My unhappiness has only just settled to the bottom.


You were the one who rescued those the Absolute had imprisoned. You were courageous to brave the depths of Ketheric's stronghold.


Time to get clear of this place.


The mind absorbs much while we believe ourselves dormant. To lie beside Gale of Waterdeep is positively educational.


Why are all the buildings on this plane so broken? What do they do with them?


Vivat crescat floreat!


Miss Alfira wants to write us a song about you fighting Ketheric - but I miss Mol.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


Attack Critical<br>var2


I'd welcome the company - but your leader should make the decision.


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


No, you're ruining it!


We'd make better strangers.


No, but I thought you might be keen to get away from <i>me</i>. We haven't always seen eye to eye, after all.


Cudo! v2


Dying Burning<br>v3


I hear you've been causing mother some trouble. Remember what I told you about causing mother trouble?


That can wait.


I hope whatever happened in the harbour will clear out those nasty sahuagin! I want to show off my cute new bathing wear. <br>


I don't answer to you, <i>prey</i>.


CoughIll<br>var 2


At last, we wash our weapons in Absolute blood.


Pigeon feathers. Maybe from one of the postmaster's birds.


I don't know. I don't know! Pass, then - and do NOT come BACK. This is Sarin's final resting place - and a killing ground for all who come to disturb her.


Indeed? And what else might you be willing to do...?


You done?


*There's a time and a place for smashing, but it appears this isn't it. You're getting locked up.*


But at least you got to pay your last respects.


Where's Shadowheart? I think she'll want a word.


I'd better not blush.


EffortMouthOpen<br>ver 1


Such a terrible place. I should leave.


Barbarian Idle Roars


Hurt<br>var 2


We'll be clearing out, soon enough. Empty-handed, of course.


That is not for us to know, brother. Any of devoted we speak to might be one of them - or the Lady Orin herself.


This one had the same problem as you. Attacked us in the woods together with some goblins.


It is not in a githyanki's nature to say 'thank you'.


Don't be coy - I can sense the imbalance in you. Now let me confirm it, so I can be certain of what we're dealing with...


*It stirs softly. Soon it will hunger, and when that time comes it <i>must </i>be fed. Starve it, and you risk triggering a cataclysmic explosion of raw, unfettered Weave.*


That doesn't sound promising...


Do it. Break the pact.


One needn't guess. Pigeon meat is my second-favourite.


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


*By Silvanus, the Old Oak, all death begets life.*


We need a way out. Now.


Begging your pardon.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Looks like the goblins found her little hideaway.


I bloody hope not - I see her enough in my dreams. No, Ethel is dead - thanks to you.


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


<i>Bah</i> - enough talk. I will be plain: I want to taste you. Perhaps tonight. Perhaps later. But I want it all the same.


Hm...


They tortured my kin at length - broke her, and learned what she knew of the Astral Prism.


Now, let's find that lantern, huh?


No - I won't hear of it. Not until we know there's absolutely no other way.


That flower isn't agreeing with you, is it? Doesn't sit well with me either.


Wait. This looks familiar.


Which means that's where we'll find the missing letters.


Maybe I have other reasons. Regardless, stay away from me.


Look. Just LOOK.


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


Hmm?


Nothing. It's not really the time for an ogre rampage, anyhow.


Good news for us. There could be some useful potions inside.


*The child is silent. There's no answer to give.*


Every enemy I slay strengthens not only myself, but the Githyanki Empire.


Been boozin'? If ya need to clear yer head, priestess can help.


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


All thumbs, rather, the way you've been stumbling about the place. But at least I can't say I'm not entertained.


I hope you plan to heed his advice. Carefully, though. He seemed rather fidgety when he delivered his message. Mystra will have both of you in her bad books before long.


The Dark Lady, defaced by some foul mark.


*You cannot pierce Lae'zel's thoughts.*


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


I call upon you, gracious patron, to rid me of this worm.


Yes - how laughable. You're <i>above</i> such things as the killing urge.


Doesn't matter how loud the horn's blown - dead ogres can't hear it.


Eyes to yourself.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v3


No. Lady Shar has chosen me to cleanse her ranks - you no longer have her blessing.


A trap... So much for the art of hospitality.<br>


A single mortal soul... tossed as the errant coin. So it shall be.


Too good to be true, my morsel. Now pay up.


*The gnoll's rump seemed to become his Temple's graven altar where you once led worship.*


Father and son, unstoppable generals. Together, we will usher in a new dawn.


A thing like that could swallow each of us whole - raw or incinerated.


Fine jewellery, lifted fresh from rich fat fingers!


Drunk humming the main theme of the game


Love to be taken for granted.


Allow me.


One the one hand, killing Gortash would be fun. On the other, Halsin can be very annoying.


Unfortunately. I stuck my nose in Ethel's business, and she hexed me in return.


Attack<br>var 4


Timmasks - known to cause confusion. Best not get too close.


That good? Ahh, you're lucky. I... I get excited just thinkin' 'bout it.


But before you go...


The door is bound by some charm. I cannot tell what kind.


Rest while you can - just not in the beds, unless your tadpole wants lice for company.


Hostium munera!


You're - you're a <i>True Soul</i>. Here - i-it were only a bit of fun. All yours.


If you say so. You're the one who nearly lost their neck over it.


Lae'zel, are you sure of the greeting we'll find at this crèche of yours?


Look good and walk well, friend. It's what Master Figaro would've wanted.


You did <i>what? </i>But - but you can't!


Boo hopes you are not of the ticklish type.


We need to run. <i>Now!</i>


What an odd gadget. What's it for, I wonder?


Boo and I know the sewers well. If you wish to purge the city of its wicked waste, you must sometimes crawl down into its bowels and <i>push.</i>


Back off, chump, you're too close. Do you want to lose your eyebrows?


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


Let's have a look.


GaspSurprised<br>var 1


Thank me by returning the favour, why don't you? Come on - I've sure you've got all sorts you could tell me.


Mephistar, home to hell's own library. Now wouldn't a Harper love to spy some of the secrets held <i>there</i>...


Look here!


And the city needs us.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


You and Lae'zel, huh? I can see it. She's made entirely of conviction. Enticing, on this trail of unknowns.


What did you make of him?


Fine.<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v9


PainTeeth<br>var 3


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Effort v6


You outsiders had your chance to leave. Now blood's going to be spilled.


What rotten Hell did this tart spring from? My stomach aches...


Some bloody help.


Kelemvor...


Just when you think a place can't get any more ominous. Charming.


I know you - I saw you in my dreams.


<i>Mate.</i> Just go and get a bloody vault pass.


That orb - it's a scrying eye. Someone's watching.


Best get going.<br>


Lower.


A Selûne prayer book? We should leave it, unless we need kindling for our campfire.


Knew this place would be the death of us.


No desire is 'peculiar', it is instinct - and instinct never lies.


Hells, I wouldn't want to get hit by that.


It is polyhedric in shape, and inscribed with the sacred runes of our people.


Oh, <i>do</i> spill, Carys!


I don't understand - what am I supposed to do?


Must be in one of these chests.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


You're right. There aren't many wizards who'd care to be mentioned in the same breath as him, or his folly.


Not giving an inch. Must be some way to unlock it.


*Touching the lamp seemed to satisfy a condition to the magic trapping the djinni. You realise what this must be.*


Laughter Maniacal


Then your last words will be a lie, will they? I'd expect no different from the likes of you.


Show us the truth of this murderer's intent, and let us judge him for his bloody service.


Timmask and torchstalks. Hell of a combination.


Halsin's proved himself a fine ally already. He'll be useful in battle, If those tree-trunk arms are an indication.


The Orphic Hammer is ours - which means we could free Orpheus, if we wish.


Mother Superior... Viconia DeVir.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Mould inserted. But the forge is useless without the proper ore.


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


So it is with the githyanki. Without the mlar's swords and ships, and the gardens of our g'lathk, the empire couldn't thrive.


Something good here, I hope.


Just... just let us go.


But you're gone. And this... <i>thing</i> isn't you. Not anymore.


<i>It is best I do not interfere further with events on the surface. I will return to my research - it has been neglected long enough.</i>


I smell a trap.


Such curiously grotesque things.


That tiefling's seen better days. Arabella's mother, I wager.


A welcome edge.


The dignity of the grove comes first. It cannot be tended to if its custodians are dead.


Uh, well done on that, though! I'm just focusing on getting the others ready to go.


<i>Drugnin' </i>Nere - glad you offed him. Ain't no one divides the clan and lives to tell the tale.


SFX_VO: I took a deep breath - and ROARED.*


<i>If I die - you die! </i>


Effort v6


Well, whatever you've heard - the reality might not be quite so rosy.


A cheap shot - to be expected from a drow. But you helped us, so instead of killing you, I'll just ask:


Oh, I do love when you lot get nasty. I've always appreciated your sharp edges.


You disobeyed the Murder Lord. He will be compensated.


*Within the recesses of your mind, another possibility sparks:*


There's no time to waste.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 1


This is the one who hid the spawn from you?


One more dragon blast, and this thing's falling straight into the Hells. Over my dead body.


It won't budge. Seems I'll have to fight my way out.


Looks like it would've made a powerful weapon.


Let's save the hate for those who deserve it. This isn't your fault.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


This isn't right. I feel like absolute shit in this darkness.


Obedi me!


What was that? Something's shifted - <i>somewhere </i>in this tower.


A little oversized as lanceboard sets go. Playing would amount to a test of mind <i>and </i>body.


Prime spot for an ambush.


Must save, must protect!


Piles of bodies - very old, by the looks of them.


Don't question it, Tilly. Just <i>GO</i>.


Holy Helm. I don't like the looks of this, Deepmine.


Twit, twat, twerp.


*Your tadpole <i>echoes</i>. Not with presence, but memory - tinged with loss.*


They fought well to the end.


But you did not listen. Thought my instructions could be ignored. I told you what to do, whelp worm, and you disobeyed.


I have access to Ramazith's notes, and I have the best chance of dealing with her before she wakes up and murders us both.


You're too cute to die.


Watch this.


Victory v4


There you are! I'd hoped you'd made it through, but when we didn't hear from you... well. I'm glad you're here now.


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


<i>A collective quest to eliminate the gith and enslave all other humanoids.</i>


Well, that can't be good.


Rolan! Rolan, thank the gods.


No TOUCH. No LOOK. No MORE!


I'll get you out of there.


<i>Dragons - overhead!</i> Stay low.


<i>They were our warships during the greatest eras of the Illithid Empire. We ruled the entire Astral Plane from their decks.</i>


*The hands retract immediately, all sense of presence disappearing with the darkness.*


I'm here on behalf of Mystra. The message and the charge I bring you are hers.


You might have mentioned you had githyanki <i>gish</i> roiling around in your pocket.


Right enough.


Let us speak plain.


In nocte consilium!


((*you may not. the spores hear only the Circle. they dance to no other harmony*))


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.


It isn't the smell that bothers me - it's the inefficiency. An entire underground wasted on waste that could simply be teleported to Wildspace.


It's a deal, so long as you watch my back.


A gremishka! Careful, these things <i>hate </i>magic.


<i>Is </i>ya, now? Reckon I feel differently. Reckon the lads will, too.


Need a throat slitting?


Get to it then.


Proceeding.


Neverwinter, Jewel of the North. I wonder if the cult of the Absolute has influence there as well.


Words words, empty words.


Keep your steps light. They could be the nasty sort of drunks.


No harm will come to you.


Stuck? That's not good.


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


I'll spot my father too, with any luck.


Worried about your precious hides, the both of you.


With a flick of the wrist.


Lady Orin awaits you at the altar. Make haste.


If someone blows up, blame Akabi the djinni - that's what I do.


I had to! Kicked out of your own homes, <i>poor </i>things. How could I stay away?


Who the - we got company!


Te occludo oculos!


Y-yes, True Soul. I promise. Never again.


Adults are so rubbish. You never let us have any fun.


You might be a nuisance but at least neither of us got blown up, eh?


The Dark Lady rewards me.


<i>Ah. Easy as a blue morning. As you were, all in hand, and onward and onward again.</i>


I don't know - it's hardly practical, but when has that ever stopped someone from trying to please their god of choice? I would know.


Well, well, quite the scamp yourself, aren't you? Luckily they're more fins than fangs at that age.


Maybe they're hungry. Could fetch 'em some moss.


I'd be careful with Wyll.


Open, says-a-Minsc!


Blast, I can't lift this.


A sequinned adornment could bring a bit of a spark.


It's not easy, seeing the ravages of the shadow curse... but your camp is a most welcome solace.


It's huge.


I'll show you everything I know, and then some - I promise.


Where do I go from here?<br>


Pallida mors!<br>v3


*Especially if you have Shar's right hand on your side.*


On my way.


No. I already faced Lady Shar. I passed her trials, I wielded her spear, and now I am her mortal voice. I have been embraced by her in ways you could only dream of.


I value affection over fun, a lasting memory over a passing fancy. This is our story, not theirs.


Yes - of course.


Plue!


Detono!


Mors animae!


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Your past is revealed to us, Chosen of Bhaal. How does it feel, to know who you truly are?


I'd rather not jump down murky pits, if it's all the same.


An early sketch, though. No mention of sussur bark.


*He acts before you can intervene...*


Nimble would be happy we did it. I should be happy.


Aye, and you smell like that place down the docks where they dump out the fish guts.


I suspect any child of Jaheira's will share her self-destructive sense of justice, but at least her words give them pause for thought.


I will not. Your fate is your own to choose - however painful.


I know that feeling. My oath is forsaken once more.


An imposter in our ranks... if this is true, it could be anyone. You, me... well, not me - I know who I am.


Go. Serve our god as you must. But when your work is done, I will be waiting. Together, we will <i>burn</i> that place.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


*The laugh-urge fades. A quiet power spreads from hand to head, then down to your feet.*


Here we go.


Who am I? I do not know. Who was I? I can answer.


Very well.


We'll catch up once we've covered more pressing matters - Thorm's Netherstone, more to the point.


These webs are everywhere.<br>


They are but echoes, they recall not a manner of speech - thus I lent them my rhetoric.


A little more rest and I'll be ready to get out of here.


Step quick.


You - you did? Then what are you waiting for?


This one deserves the same chance.


Perhaps next time we shouldn't poke the mysterious ox.


Silvanus, banish all wounds.


My sister Gherva has talked me into joining her holy Helm order, but I got a job to finish first.


Oh. By all means, what's mine is yours. Mind it doesn't choke you.


Let's see.


If he is gone - well, pray that he is not.


Crusty rogue.


<i>One way or another, got to reach the top.</i>


Let's move.<br>


Well, that was easy. She'll deliver herself straight to Lorroakan.


<i>What?!</i>


Safer to keep her here than blundering around by herself - wouldn't want her accidentally leading the wrong sort of attention to us.


For so long, we have fought the Absolute... only to now learn you were once one of its masterminds? There is nothing we can take for granted.


I still have hot blood in my veins. Nature gifted us our desires, and the means to act on them. But we muddied its beautiful simplicity with rules, social strictures... <i>clothes</i>.


Right, that's it - off to the cells with you.


Is someone stuck?


I told you, petal - you can't hurt me without killing little Vanra. I have you beat - so do the heroic thing.


Tonitrus!


Auntie will be so happy when she sees my chores are done.


Too bad - you shall be the dessert to my main course. HAH!


You lot - keep patrollin'. I'm headin' back with this one.


A fine day for murder!


Oh, you've just earned yourself a <i>scathing</i> obituary.


Just let me keep the girl and her babe.


Such a book is for those who make only the shallowest ripples in death's dark pools. I inhabit the depths.


Won't leave you behind.


Hello you.


I don't like the look of that mushroom. I should stay clear.


<i>But we mustn't lose focus. We need to resume our journey. </i>


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


Don't leave us here - <i>please.</i>


So thanks for the rescue, but you're welcome to the bugbear's spoils, not mine.


Minimus!


I would rather fall on my blade than become a <i>ghaik</i>.


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


Very w-ell.


'Rite of the Timeless Body'. What's that about? I'd best ask Jaheira.<br>


That's no surprise. It looks <i>powerful</i>.


Combat Vocals - Dodge
Ha!
v2


I was so close to receiving Lady Shar's embrace, at last. One final test was all that remained - but you ruined that for me.


Rath thought me a danger. Seems I've proven him right.


Buff


*The bear whines, lonely and afraid.*


I think they're dragon marks. Better keep an eye out.


I need them to be <i>just</i> right. I wouldn't want to fail my new partner.


Crusty rogue.


He was at the House of Healing. But what did he find?


Resisto venenum!


A <i>doll</i>? This is hardly the time for childish games - either help Mayrina or leave.


The city is close now - my former peers will be watching, no doubt. Waiting for my return.


*Her words were carved in slate and her figure carved in granite. She was silver, she was iron, she was your reason for being.*


Ketheric's unstoppable so long as he feeds on the Nightsong - we must free her.


How bad was it? In Moonrise?


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


Moonmaiden's teachings. But why hidden back here? And what's this symbol?


Pigeon feathers. Maybe from one of the postmaster's birds.


This pit is making my skin crawl. Isn't it time to go?


With insight does the hero choose
Guidance born of ancient wisdom proven,
Peace, not strife - the undenied conclusion.


Aresce!


We've made a powerful ally today.


Odd. I feel... <i>better</i>.


I've thought of nothing but goblins and tieflings for so long, I stopped listening.


I shall see it done.


No lock, no handle. How does it open?


*Pain. Become its bedfellow, and you will know true pleasure.*


It was not easy. She was a fierce and independent cub - she did not think she needed mother-bear Minsc to protect her!


I'm talking.


As I would expect.


Perhaps we may see them this eve. Look above, to the Sea of Night.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Ribbons' crew lost the sewer tunnels - that'll be the third crew the Stone Lord's pushed out this tenday.


Don't you like my toys? Give them another try.


Crusty rogue.


That's not a blade made by humans. My kin must be nearby.


A tome of necromancy? Best keep that thing shut.


Talk to Severn at the bar.


Have they blinded you to truth? Outsiders bring only <i>chaos.</i>


Just lemme go.


Wield your new power well. I have a real thing for stopping evil in its tracks these days. And unlike you, I'm not afraid to die.


Ocior!


Stranger! With bones and blood, under your skin. <i>Gimme!</i>


It's nothing, I swear.


What's a fort like this doing in the Underdark?


*Beneath the resilient veneer, a touch of fragility. They need comfort.*


Say - is that Gale's tressym? I wonder what it's doing out here.


Te video!<br>v2


Yes?


More of these ungodly creatures!


You're needed in battle.


Who do we need to kill to get Scratch back?


A ghargatula skull? How do you even kill a fiend like that?


More for me.


Intactilis sum!


What in the hells - get back!


Seen the headlines? Bloody Lord Gortash's only gone and bit the big one!


Let me help.


Perhaps I am the last. My brothers could not survive alone...


In the name of Gith!


More owlbear eggs... already hatched. No point in taking these.


Tenebra!


*In taking control of the Crown, the Dead Three's Chosen enslaved an elder brain, infecting half the Sword Coast with tadpoles. And that was without a true understanding of Karsus' powers.*


Last Light fell because you could not control the violence in your heart. All those people perished because of what you did to Isobel. You must try harder. You must be better.


She gave me the power to delight with a thought - or to kill. So stay on my good side.


We have all the time in the world for that. But first, there's something I wanted to talk to you about.


I'm a bit busy at the moment. We'll talk later.


Light, yes. Something to burn the cursed shadows away.


I'll come with you, then. Just in case.


*You don't know the woman's name, but you recognise her face. You saw it in the firelight, twisted in rage and grief the night you stole her tribe's children.*


To the rescue.


I doubt you'll find much to sacrifice in this place. Let's keep focused.


Shout


<i>No clossser!</i>


Strange-looking staff. Is that something you'd want, Gale?


*Ketheric stiffens at the sight of you. He seems to recognise you.*


Slitting your own throat would be a kindness. HAH!


It'd take an age to hack through all this.


Something's wrong. I feel weak. <i>Drained</i>.


Yeah, if I have to choose between poison and tentacles, I'm going tentacles. Sorry!


This must be where Shadowheart used to tuck herself away as a child. Her own little burrow.


Now get to the canin', before I thrash <i>you</i> instead.


Poor man! That's no way to treat a stranger in need.


She's out there now, preying on the innocent. I don't kill her, she'll leave behind nothing but a trail of corpses.


Please.  I am trying to be stealthy.


You've made a grave mistake.


<i>From blood we came... To blood we shall return! </i>


Must be some other way to open this.


A house of healing, for all the good it does anyone now.


Attack<br>var 2


A kind touch. The dead may not care, but thank you all the same.


More writings on Orpheus, the so-called Prince of the Comet.


*Again, you feel her tadpole, but something's... off.*


*There is another way - the hammer that will free Orpheus. Perhaps the githyanki could help you succeed, where the mind flayer failed?*


I wager that devil I'm meant to rescue's somewhere near.


I can see that. But look, if we take care of my little problem, we can move on to <i>ours</i>. The tadpole.


Sorry, master. Didn't mean to get in your way.<br>


<i>The moment has come. End the Netherbrain.</i>


I have your back.


Not to you, perhaps - but those of actual taste might disagree.


Next, we identify all enemies within our walls and within our ranks.


<i>We</i>?<i> </i>Don't bring me into it - I know when to keep my mouth shut.


Dancer.


<i>Selûne</i>. As if mingling with a horde of goblins wasn't bad enough.


Tempestas!


But <i>no</i>. You've got to be a lord for the 'broadsheet of record' to care if you live or die.


You see? Father Murmath's time has passed. Come, brothers - follow me into Lolth's hairy embrace!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Temper on you, eh? Fine - keep yer goods. Our crowd own this town - we can take you any time we want.


So. What did Elminster have to say for himself?


Would've helped if they at least told us which direction the stripes are supposed to be in.


Maybe if we all survive this thing, we can go make amends. I'd hate to leave things on bad terms. Not with a legend like her.


I used to play in these very streets when I was young, myself. Nobody's got the right to deny a child their childhood.


Quiet as a shadow.


Where are my smelling salts?


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


... b-but they ambushed us. I didn't think a pack of goblins could be so... so efficient.


That doesn't look comfortable.


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 3


Broken bones - must have fallen.


Handy to have in the event of a fire, though. I'd say 'all the best' but we don't know each other that well, do we? All the <i>most middling</i>. Ta.


Mentioned... Figaro's Cosmetics...


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


Me too. Didn't realise how nice it'd feel to come say hello.


At least... he got... to live.


<i>We knew each other once - long ago.</i>


If you insist on this, I'm going to call for your supervisor.


I can tell you're almost done cooking. You know you could turn - just like that.


To perform there... to sing... for Lihala...


Non movere!<br>v2


What in the <i>hells</i> was that?


Speak the word at the door... Bring proof of two sacrifices...


Well, you're here, aren't you? You can help them if you want.


A gith in my armoury? I don't think so. Clear off.


Ale me!


Dying Burning<br>v3


So he was at the House of Healing? Wonder what he found.


*You've crossed the wrong threshold. The guards will deal with you.*


Maledicte es!


Oh, stop with the sweet talk. Here. Take the end of the batch. Just in case.


Victory v2


Gods spare me, why did I think eating a second one was a good idea?


I hope we chose the right ally.


So, the bard's dead. Slaughtered, even.


<i>Tuuch! Tuuch! Tuuch!</i>


Shapeshifter assassins? Makes it hard to trust anyone.


But I thought you had something... more with Gale?


Good. I was just starting to miss the sound of your voice.


Ut ventus!<br>v2


Survival is all that matters.


Going on the sly.


Yes. We must move, and quickly.


This vessel's service lies with those of great import. Thou art not.


Intelligenti pauca!


That's what I figured. I... nngh...


<i>We are going to the helm. My friend and I are going to the helm.</i>


Our greed nearly brought Crèche Y'llek to ruin.


I've put them to use scavenging supplies for the journey.


Won't ask again - what's your business?


A servant of Zariel, if I'm not mistaken. I'd know the reek of her infernal machinery anywhere.


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


Thank Tyr the Manip found those explosive toys. Who knows what could've happened...


Et alibi!<br>v2


I feel it, though. My very being, draining out of me.


Te exsecror!


*A pile of crushed bones of varying shapes, sizes, and... creatures.*


Scalpel. First cut. <i>Make the cut.</i>


Should you ever need it, you have family in Baldur's Gate.


I was belly-hollow - close to death.


Cudo! v2


Snore
zzZzz
v2


<i>In Bhaal's name.</i>


A brain in a jar...


Don't move.


I shall draw my twin scimitars - Twinkle and Icingdeath - and <i>I shall slash twice</i>.


Best help before it gets worse.


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


Soldier, my heart feels like a live grenade - gonna blow any minute. You still have a life to live. I don't.


She's worth talking to, at least.


Excellent.


Easy! He helped us out in the shadows.


I don't think so. You've seen my nest. You've seen my cub.


It feels so good. Freedom - true freedom. <i>Finally</i>.


You'd turn on me to save this ignorant whelp. Do I mean so little to you?


Would you <i>keep it down</i>? Or do you want to get us both killed?


<i>Urk. The world's spinnin'... Heh. His horns look like snakes, all wriggly. Damn, this is some good beer.</i>


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


See that your parents' sacrifices are not in vain: allow the Moonmaiden to guide you at last.


Feculent beast!


Well, you've certainly piqued the interest of the Absolute. Though I can think of at least a dozen gods I'd rather meet.


She rushed off this morning. Wouldn't say why.


Tell me - you have a son, correct? Would he like to attend the death rites?


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


We shall prevail.


Do you see the pity in my hamster's eyes?


We're in the belly of the beast now. Try not to do anything too heroic.


Effort v2


I never mentioned any cargo, and I don't care for people poking around in my head.


A good mason turns up for work. Tamrin ain't a good mason.


Thank you, by the way. This is... well, it's something.


Wasteful. Very wasteful. What's done is - that is - it's done.


Fulgur!


*The <i>tir'su </i>engraved on the disc are ancient, but you recognise most of the symbols thanks to your rigorous studies on Crèche K'liir.*


Covered.


*You feel her presence in your head again. She grips your mind, squeezing until your vision blurs with pain.*


They must've been trying to hide.


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


I don't think I'll ever look at an ox quite the same.


Free... finally free...


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


You turned my eyes to the truth. Vlaakith's forsaken me - and there's no going back.


One question asked. Four still remain.


A word.


Awaken the wyrm... drive the Absolute from the city...


And be careful. There are goblin traps <i>everywhere</i>.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


You're lucky I'm such an open-minded person.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


Wait, how did Lorroakan acquire the tower from Ramazith in the first place? Was there a proper transfer of deed? There could be opportunities here.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


They <i>do</i> seem a bit short-handed.


We will test you. To assess whether you deserve reward or punishment.


Maybe the Mouth will finally interview some regular people once in a while! Gortash was taking up a lot of column space.


Hey now, hang on to that thing. We might need it.<br>


I thought you'd grown past this. I thought you had a heart. I was wrong.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


*SAMPLE TOMBSTONE. Premium edition. With optional engraving of iconography.*


Enough. Whatever your petty squabbles, let them rot with these corpses.


When we cast out the rest, she may join them.


Fiat voluntas dei!


...<i>Agh!</i> No, you were on the ship, captive. I can feel the parasite in your head.


Already feeling better.


Violence doesn't fix everything, you know. Music can help in ways a <i>silly blade </i>can't.


Looks like that hurt.


A petrification ray... someone addled that spectator.


*You are rotted with joy, sick with pleasure. This isn't true happiness - it's an illusion.*


Option one. I raise your father from the dead. And you pledge your soul to me and the archdevil Zariel in a pact eternal.


Not 'til our enemies are vanquished.


Te exsecror!<br>v3


Dying gurgle 2


*Your groin feels strangely warm.*


*Suspicion floods Ragzlin's mind. Your brain <i>howls</i> as you consider your final question.*


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


Te exsecror!<br>v2


Hold on there.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


Your friend is special, ingrate, and you should consider yourself the luckiest wretch in the realms to travel with them.


It should be no surprise to you, that Harpers like to hold their secrets close. Whether there is sense in it or not.


What does 'e think we'll do? Kill 'im?


Effort


Mooooother! The plucked one! It speaks to me! Help!


Time to push my luck again.


Bah! Useless.


Oh come now, you cannot be spent already?


He crossed blades with a githyanki. Few survive the ordeal. Fewer still claim victory.


No one back home will ever believe this.<br>


Your absent-mindedness pains me more than your clumsy snooping in my home.


Any threat to the Steel Watch is a threat to Lord Gortash himself. Please report to the Steel Watch Foundry for immediate dismantling.


We led our worship by killing the weakest of our own line, writing kin-slaying into the canon.


Timmask and torchstalks. Great.


There's no time to waste.<br>


<i>Let's do this. Remember: Ketheric wants her </i>alive<i>.</i>


My name's Ulma, my people are monster hunters. But the vampire Cazador made us his prey.


Forward. You know what's required.


You gave up your freedom to save your father? I will never understand you, Ravengard.


If you can give him the solace that I'm convinced he desperately needs, then it would just be cruel for me to try and elbow in - liable to end in tears, or blood, or both.


Then we'll keep it our little secret, hand to beating heart.


Horribilissimus!


You probably would've told me to kick rocks, but <i>I'd </i>have a good time.


All denied to us because of what Zariel did to you.


Please, leave me be. I said I was busy.


Murder. Murder most ugly. Now - can I interest you in any clothes?


The wizard who defied a goddess.


Aha, step back, civilian. Setting up a wine festival can be dangerous.


But after I've found some inner peace, who knows? I'll keep myself easy to find, if you wish to track me down.


Minsc shall be your shadow, as Boo is his.


First we lose our children, then Gandrel, and now this?


Go poke around in the barn, then - isn't that what you wanted?


You may speak to the Varsh if you wish, but stay away from the egg. There will be no second warning.


That thing is <i>small</i>, and I am not.


Silvanus strengthen your hand.


Rooted to the spot.


Was I? I just...


The mind flayers weren't my first kidnapping. A long time ago, I crossed Cazador - a powerful man in Baldur's Gate.


Get to the Crown, and cast the spell. We'll see off the enemies!


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


Then you've come to the right place. The hybridisation among fungi in this circle is truly unique.


More faithful of the Absolute. She needs a guide to the Tower, same as us.


It's just a ring, lady. I know it's nothing special.


Dying Burning


A dragon-rider. My kin are hunting - blood will be spilled.


You are lucky that we share common purpose. In most other cases, this revelation would put us on opposite sides of the battlefield.


Set...


<i>Some of your people still revere him, in defiance of their teachings. Vlaakith was safe as long as you believed him dead. But as you can see, he is very much alive. </i>


A casting mould. Could put this to use at the forge.


Another scrying eye. Best to keep my distance.


You did what was right, knowing you stood to suffer for it. In so doing, you proved what it means to be a hero.


So we're travelling with a vampire, are we? Of course we are.


Karlach is an archdevil's soldier I swore on my good eye to kill.


Are you so blind to what's at stake?


Shout


These bones are ancient. I wonder who they were.


*A faint, acrid smell clings to the corpse - like the memory of a storm.*


Let's move.<br>


I've come up with a ballad about you  - it's called the  'Festering Worm'


I'll give you what I have if you get me out of here - please!


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 2


Hmm. It won't move.


Let's do it.


Fear not - remember the terms of our little agreement? Turn this wayward child over to me, and you shall go free, with Lady Shar's faithful as your allies.


Hm - must be the tree from the note to Kagha. What's that cleft there?


Zenovia - why are you just standing there? Do what I'm paying you for!


Right tool will do the trick.<br>


Good thing for you you're so godsdamned charming.


I feel it too. Here if you need a pick-me-up.


You promise? You murdered Alfira in cold blood. Forgive me if I'm not confident in your word.


My loss? Oh, gosh, no! I must watch my turns of phrase. My Cora isn't <i>dead</i>, she's simply unwell.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


ClosedMouth Effort v2


I've got you.


Good night. Yes. Good night.


Let's see how well he suffers the burn.


You new 'ere? You look new. Muscly... muscle-like. For a goblin. 'S why you don't know, right?


<i>Praise the Absolute.</i>


No! Don't shake me again!


*The penitent blinks - you think. You are dismissed.*


I wouldn't have, if not for the lantern-bearer. To think the Absolute graces such a creature as that...


This curse shrouds everything in shadow - you will not find life, light or anything natural there.


Keep those fangs sheathed and we should be all right.


That's curious.


*Useless - you can't stop thinking of Shar's sacred mission.*


*'Vlaakith, show us truth. Vlaakith, make me pure. Vlaakith, I seek entry. <i>Vlaakith, I am reborn</i>.'*


I hope that defeating Ketheric will give us the answers we seek.


I believe... that is...


Just keep out of the way, thrall. I'm in the midst of a sensitive task.


Welcome to the House of Grief... or perhaps 'welcome' is the wrong word, Shadowheart.


The truth is revealed. In all its stinking glory.


I've got what you need.


Don't be. They're free now, as am I. And part of them is still here with me.


Look, yer lordship. Priestess Gut burned me <i>good</i>.


His partner travelled with him and delighted to see his home, though being a more adventurous sort, it is yet to be determined how long books will satisfy their appetite.


Go, get to the Crown and cast the spell. Dominate the Netherbrain. Let me take care of this!


Excuse you, Mr Dekarios!


For the best. The <i>ghaik</i> earned its fate.


We're not exactly special. There's a lot of bored elves and curious humans out there.


I really wish I could cast a Hold spell on <i>you</i>.


If I were to guess, the things they put in our eyes.


I bet that hostel lady wouldn't make you clean the dishes.


That chest. I can <i>feel </i>its magic. <br>


Crusty rogue.


Pity Gale isn't here. This is just his sort of place.


Keep your wits about you. Things are tense with the druids here.


Grab a drink afore you see the priestess, mucker. The brandin' stings sumfin' proper.


He's down. Time to hit him with all I've got.


Ugh. I suppose I should.


Obedi me!


Look at that.


What was that?!


In such circumstances, people crave strong leaders. Leaders that bring law, order, and protection. Leaders like me, Bane's unyielding hand, author of justice.


That is your choice. I will be here, should you reconsider.


But trying to discuss such subtleties with these creatures is simply...


Hm. Funny book. I don't like it.


SmileClosed<br>var 2


Just because you found that somewhere spooky doesn't mean she's dead - you'll see!


Victory v4


Irretio in sphaera!


Attack<br>var 2


No matter. I built this place from nothing - I can always start anew once you've been dealt with.


How terrible... I think he knocked over some bottles in the fray.


Her fate is mine to seal. Let me handle this.


We're in this together.


Hells, not these again!


There is nothing you can do to me I would not enjoy.


What is your n-ame?


Unless they get me first, I suppose.


Bloody headache, whatever <i>that </i>was. Glad he's dead.


Whatever your motives, my home is still standing - because of you. I'll always be grateful for that.


Te video!<br>v3


One beast's broken away - and it won't be returning alone.


No. Please, mercy! Please!


Nice to meet a Guildy - put in a good word for me, yeah?


The runt of the litter now wishes to be the leader of the pack. Impressive.


Voco murus!<br>v2


Job's all yours, if you got a death wish.


Cooking as fast as I can. Those Fist have got bottomless bellies, I swear.


Eiecto te!<br>v2


Time to get going.


I suppose you know about Ketheric, then. His invincibility. That we'll never cleanse this place until he's made to bleed.


A Sharran crossbow. As magnificent as the Dark Lady herself.


Another trick up my sleeve.


Dissera!


Tsk. I really hoped it wouldn't come to this. Poor thing.


There - in the cage!


Is being a mind flayer so bad?


Balduran sails away and leaves the dragon to watch over his city. Do the histories make mention of this?


Let us see if it can guide your spirit through the realms of the dead.


No obvious keyhole or mechanism. There must be some other way to unlock this.


The River Chionthar. I'd know those clear waters anywhere.


So many of us have served the Dark Lady well, for years. Yet you are blessed? Disgraceful.


Go forth! Many nights with your partner await you! Our work is done, and we must attend to other clients.


Zhentarim! To arms!


Let's get this over with.


I understand, and I still cherish our relationship.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


You killed not only Cazador, but also his wretched creations. I expected less.


Ketheric's Dark Justiciars from a bygone era.


Looks like that Crown could use some Netherstones. If these things were ever going to work, it's now.<br>


No hesitation - these people are long dead.


Then I expect you to fight to the last in defence of the city.


I've said my piece. Good night.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


Hah! Good luck with that. But don't you fret, petal - I'm sure you'll make a very pretty mind flayer.


Yes, darling, it's very... leather-like.


I don't understand - who are these people?


I'm used to a crypt's gloom. This is something else.


Could just look the other way.


Yaga-Shura, who carried the blood of Bhaal and fire giants both. It ran just as red as his brethren's.


I was worried when you didn't kill the silly bard I sent for you to play with, but forgive my lack of faith - I only had your best interests at heart.


*You try to dodge her blow, but she catches you, scratching your hand.*


*The pattern swirls before you, runes hacked crudely into his flesh. You can't read it, but you recognise the letters: Infernal, the language of the Hells.*


The curse is too strong - my torch won't stay lit.


Hostium munera!<br>v3


Orpheus, rotten seed of great Mother Gith, shame of the Empire.


A clown's arm. It's thrown its last custard pie, by the look of it.


What a shame to refuse the power of a god.


Don't touch <i>anything</i>.


Then... very well. This chapter is at an end. I can only hope you have many more, each filled with happiness.


((*then you reap no reward. this will be the way*))


Anything for a friend.


You need some support.


Bloody deep rothé. All the hassle of getting them up here. Now they won't work!


These insects understand the honour of hunters better than you ever will, trickster.


Pick up your Gazette today to find out how to stay <i>safe</i>.


You insolent little-


Of course. Whatever you wish.


RAGH!


Just out of view.


Eurgh... I think I'm fermenting from the inside out.


<i>Get away.</i>


<i>Shka'keth! </i>First, you cut me clean open. Then, you set my carcass aflame.


Oh - oh my. Must be what's left of that would-be extortionist.<br>


If it ain't the friendly drow. Thought you were with the goblins when you showed up at the gate.


I hear something. Voices.


A tressym. I am blessed to see one outside of books.


Move.


*You are kicked from the Watcher as it drives a fist through the dwarf, ripping his spinal cord out with ease.*


I came just in time. You are transforming.


In another lifetime, I might have stood on the other side of that fight. We can call it a lesser evil, but it did not feel like one.


Better be worth it.


We were ambushed by cultists, yes. And then I heard... <i>Her. </i>Their false god, whispering promises in my mind.


That drow cowl might have bits of magic lingering inside it. Something for Gale.


Now enough about me. Haven't you seen the way Gale's been stealing looks at you? Go on, see if he wants something, or <i>someone</i>...


<i>Some wisdom at last.</i>


Bring Shadowheart back here.


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


I have <i>nothing, </i>all right?


Not at first. But if the experiment proves successful, it must be repeated. Only then will we know if the findings are to be trusted.


Spare me the gory details - I know you're still in there. Hold fast.


Soft head, more like. If I were smart, I'd be back in Baldur's Gate with my feet up.


Not <i>so</i> risky. Drow are cunning buggers, aye - but proud too, the way I hear it.


Vis medicatrix!


The druid's poison is spreading. I need a cure, fast.


GaspSurprised<br>var 2


Yes, but I imagine it is not the way thee believe.


You <i>rabid dog</i>. Murderer! Those were the servants of Silvanus - nature's guardians!


We share an enemy, we share a cause. The foe we face is formidable.


Cal, answer me. Where is Lia?


On my life, I wouldn't go near magic so vile.


Githyanki write symphonies, craft liquors, paint frescos. When they aren't in fierce battle with <i>ghaik</i>, of course.


You're only making it worse for yourself!


Beyond lies the grand wyrm deep in slumber,
Awaiting a true hero's advent,
Should my domain drown in torment.


Dying


Non movere!


Kill! Kill! Kill again!


Victory v3


Explain - preparing the cadaver's brain.


Ever since I was a young girl I have dreamt of being bitten by a vampire.


You've got a chance at salvation in front of you. Don't be a fool. <i>Take it</i>.


Idle Peace 01<br>v2


Claws out.


A death ritual, I wager. Necromancers love that sort of thing.


Hah! It is the heart of a berserker that beats in your chest! Shar thinks this pain is a punishment? No!


Choose your words carefully, spawn. I would happily see you burn for your sins.


Cheers.


Effort v5


A dragon-rider. My kin are hunting - blood will be spilled.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


I hear shouting. Someone needs help.


*Ragzlin frowns at a question he would never have asked.*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


If you can't control yourself, you're nothing but a liability.


It refers to a night on the road with my teacher, Lihala. I was fast asleep when I heard a noise.


I'd be lying if I said it wouldn't take some getting used to, but what can a few extra tentacles do to a bond as strong as ours?


Sentries! Intruder spotted - <i>htak'a</i>!


It's time - the Ascension is here.


Voco nubes!


Resisto mortem!


I'm not for sale. My time's not for sale. My affection's not for sale. I'm here on <i>other</i> business.


Someone shed Flaming Fist armour - and blood.


Perhaps. But if the darkness is really going to swallow everything, as you Sharrans say, it should at least have to work for its supper.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


Use your tadpole. Erase me - and I will pass my technique onto you.


Barbarian Roar<br>v2


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


<i>Argh.</i>


No time to rest.<br>


Dad, you're picking a <i>husband </i>for me, not a new dress!


Are you drunk?! Chase the bloody thing!


Here I go.


So there were assassins under the temple working with the real killer? If only we could prove that to Valeria...


Ugh.


Bah. We've no time to offer aid to every whimpering pup.


Never again, until next time.


That's one shadow monster dead.


Looks like he was investigating the House of Healing. In search of what, I wonder.


Prisoners. I doubt they'll last long in here.


Gone. Although her stench remains.


Hmm, perhaps it was Hagrin. Wonderful craftspeople, but truly terrible dealmakers...


The Absolute's got room for everyone long as you don't defy Her. And nobody's that stupid.


We worked it out, right?<br>


Voco nubes!<br>v2


Cheese from the Dalelands. Or what's left of it.


I better get a 'thank you'.


That didn't work out the way you imagined, I reckon.


I hear you were spotted being 'normal' in the Singing Lute, Karlach. Are you feeling all right?


Can't say I blame you. But we did have a deal.


Yes. But the orders are oddly erratic. As if the Absolute cannot make up its mind. I don't fully understand.


Bless us, Dark Lady. We have cleansed your church.


Dodge


The brew's been chilled!


Is this just for decoration? Useless.<br>


Careful! Those are meenlocks.


Darkness is no time to mount a rescue. I can set out for Cazador's lair come dawn.


I'll help you.


Non movere!


Tampered or not, we need to get these things out of our heads. Let's find another way.


*The Orphic Hammer.*


I'm not a bad person, all right? I just wanted to see what would happen...


I tricked the first, devoured the second - all in pursuit of the third. Godhood.


A pity - but let it be said that we tried to be reasonable. Dame Aylin, if you will not go quietly, then you'll go kicking and screaming.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


Well, my sister, for one. She can be a real piece of work - no doubt jealous of my success. But it seems too elaborate for her, I must say...


Mol's probably already at Baldur's Gate - she'll tell you where to stick that eyepatch when you get there.


*Your divine power focuses on the beggar - revealing the magic that sustains him. This man is a corpse - a <i>zombie.*</i>


Those two must have history.


My friend, I am engaged in celebration in its purest form - <i>commemoration. </i>


That's it? A few pious words and the magic's dispelled?<br>


*You embody a heartbroken heiress, desperate to forget an unrequited love. The sadness flees from you... along with a string of numbers. A safe combination?*


One of many worlds.<br>


Recovered <br>V4


This certainly casts the butchery of Alfira in a new light... but we'll find a solution for this, you and I.


Too scared to face me?


Oh for goodness' sake.


Everyone hates you.


Spurious prune-tart.


Eiecto te!<br>v3


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


Yes, yes.


You know, this has been a surprisingly delightful conversation.


Save your tears for the Ethereal Plane...


I don't want to do chores anymore.


Gah. Whatever. I was gettin' thirsty anyway.


Drip. Drip. Drip. Gods, I am bloody bored.


Trust me - I won't be far behind.


Locke, it's not true. Locke!


Surprised this hay hasn't gone up in flames yet.


Demonic creatures. They're like vermin.


Look at you, soldier! Are my eyes lying, or is there a bit of colour in those cheeks?


Drow. And worse... What were they doing here?


It's planting animating spores. It means to raise the dead.


It sounds like the city's trying to get back on its feet already. Normal life is returning... which means things are about to become decidedly more difficult for you.


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


Such fury. I do not envy the dragon's prey.


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


Dying Burning<br>v6


We're allies - for now - and we have a mission far greater than your... predilections. Stay sane long enough for us to save the city. Then we'll see where we stand.


Beggar... vagrant... scum... my name was Taron...


Friend of ghaik - you will be cleansed!


We let you in and you go trashin' our stuff? Just bad manners, that.


It will relieve you of the specimen lodged in your cerebral cortex. What else?


It's not too much to ask a leader to lead. When the crisis came, he failed us.


Vivat crescat floreat!


Slippery thing. Need to get a hold of it.


No demons, thank the gods. Just gith.


Pfft. That <i>hag </i>doesn't tell us what to do.


But my love, I did it for <i>us</i>. How else was I to put her behind me?


*The presence deep in your mind is awake, unblinking. This is it. A single word pervades your consciousness: 'Soon'.*


You just rang Raphael's dinner bell, and you're the <i>entire</i> menu.


But you - you led me away from the edge.


Let us talk.


<i>A minor inconvenience. I'll find a way to get it removed.</i>


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


I can't wait to hit the road. Where will we go? Neverwinter? Oh! Can we go to Waterdeep?


Old undisturbed crypt. Nice.


You're... you're a True Soul. Edowin, our brother - he was chosen. Like you.


Perhaps you are more useful to me alive.


Flowers in bloom where nothing else grows...? That is a sign of Thaniel's power - it must be.


Hmm. Didn't work.<br>


Leave the corpses be, let the maggots feast. Our betrayers deserve no better.


*You feel your mind slip into Shadowheart's - but you are not the only one present. There is another - ancient, commanding, rendered from purest darkness. Shar.*


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Very pragmatic. But very boring.


*Your minds fuse, lusting for something that is... gone.*


<i>We </i>are not in trouble, sister.


That didn't work out the way you imagined, I reckon.


Hero's work.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


Wonder what's past this.


VO_SFX : Downed v3


A war drum. One of those can summon fighters far and wide.


Effort v12


Blink and you'll miss me.


Then leave me to it.


Okay, that's funny. You're funny.


Dodge
v2


A Flaming Fist? Someone beat her to a pulp.


So, <i>not </i>an elf? Okay.


Well chosen. Never dive into unknown waters without dipping a toe.


That may explain why most gnomes possess such short fuses.


Hey! That's mine!


Face the wall, and let us begin, dear one.


Pulso!


Ouch. Well-earned.


It is not me you need to speak to. Ulma will see you.


That was not Minsc. That was the <i>Stone Lord</i>.


But we've seen, what? Five True Souls sent for an audience?


The druid Halsin had some kind of mind flayer specimen in a jar in his quarters. A replica, no doubt, but truly fascinating to see up close.


To stand this close to Her power... I never thought I'd make it.


A Selûnite shrine. It would've made my blood boil, once, just to look upon this...


<i>Save your strength for the brain. You will need it. </i>


How could someone... <i>do</i> such a thing?


*The masterful painting she depicts of the massacre awakens you hungrily.*


Effort


Don't worry - we'll go. May Torm split open that hard, blackened heart of yours some day.


<i>There's no time to waste.</i>


Are you here to be saved, or sacrificed? Both can be arranged.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Gah! Tadpole or no, that was none too gentle.


I'll move Cal and Lia in immediately. Lorroakan refused to let them stay here. They are going to <i>love </i>the tower.


Then our interests barely intersect.


Bene curatur!<br>v2


Ironhand keep us safe.


That is <i>vile</i>. My tongue may never be the same!


As with Raphael's, I shall add your body to my glamour. I will gain great pleasure from you, <i>as</i> you.


I know what you did. Spilled my grandfather's crimson... He was mine. He showed me the way, how to slice and slit. He guides my daggers still.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v2


See to your preparations and then sound the horn. Let's have this done.


This may be my last night alive. I wanted it to be under a canopy of beauty and wonder...


Here it comes...


Feel free to return, so long as you can afford it.


Can't you feel it, pet? Where my lips scorched your skin? How your soul's frozen over?


Kled feels brave and happy. It's a good feeling.


A tyrant's nothing without lackeys. And the Gondians are the perfect lackeys. Dangerously intelligent, pathetically submissive.


Vos curo!


*The Counting House.*


Warded no more. Let's see what this door has to hide.


You saw the truth. I may be an effective soldier, but I never wanted to serve Zariel. Legged it <i>away </i>from her the first chance I got.


So this is the shadow curse. The scale of the corruption here is... impressive.


As if you could handle it. Slow Spout'll drop a poon like you in a blink.


Calm yourself. They're survivors, not soldiers.


Our guide is dead - and so are we if they take the lantern!


What is this?


It's ready to go. Time to get to work.


This is a ritual killing. And the murderer wanted it found.


Ugh. Not my type. He's not been near a razor in months.


So Lae'zel remains loyal to her queen? She's consistent, I'll give her that...


Allow me.


The Counting House. That is where Nine-Fingers means to end the Stone Lord.


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


Snore
zzZzz
v3


What're you hanging about for? Head into the city - before they shut the gates for good.


She's at the Guildhall in the Lower City - you can't miss her.


Thou latrine-loving leper!


Let's chat.


This grave is a mess - probably an animal's doing.


One can only hope that by tomorrow everyone stops talking about Lorroakan's end. So tedious.


You are a powderkeg - and Shadowheart was the spark.


Effort v10


It is amusing to hear that the Legendary Ranger has become as much a terror in his own city as he is in the Underdark.


The hag is dead, isn't she? Tell Kled the truth.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


You <i>do </i>still need that bath, though...


Mind-magic? <i>Seriously?</i>


When I speak, you listen.


You can't die - not like this!


A pinch of this, a dash of that. Like baking a cake.


You're exactly the type of person the Steel Watchers were built to deal with.


But - but we walked clear from Amn. There's nowhere else to go. Please -


Please. Only be a taste, I swear. I'll be well, you'll be fine, and everything can go back to normal.


THAT SOUNDS LIKE A LOT MORE BLOOD. A LOT MORE MESS. <i>GOOD.</i>


A tidy slot, but no rune.


A spell - but not one I'm familiar with.


Shadowheart... it can't be.<br>


Did she now? You'll find her inside, although she may not be disposed to welcome you.


Effort v6


Husband... brothers... gone... all gone...


Those mushrooms have a curious symmetry.


SmileOpen<br>var 4


Why not? That's what her kind did to Kanon.


I'm so hungry, father. I've never been so hungry.


Help!


Are you a better man now that you are loved, Astarion? Did they mend your ways?


It's stopped now, whatever it is. Let's just carry on.


Then let's begin.


Someone escaped. One of the adventurers? Did they go back to the grove?


After all, I'm quite certain I once saw one expire from the strain of spelling his own name.


Vincit qui patitur!


Well said. This dream figure is no friend to us.


Always read the fine print.


For the best. Death is too good for it.


I will hunt from the shadows.<br>


...Yes. Yes. Take - only One song remains.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


All of this, sitting beneath Moonrise. For how long? And how deep does it go?


*But only if you can find a cure first. The tadpole must be evicted - be it by blade, magic, or any other means you can find.*


*Sunlight. Your first instinct is to flinch from it and hide in the safety of shadows. But to your astonishment, there is no pain.*


Forward.


Looks powerful - perhaps they were wise to take extreme measures.


*You were in the pod a long, long while, but it seems you have no recollection of ever entering the nautiloid.*


Argh - die already, maggot face!


Oh is  that what you're doing? And I suppose you were testing my reflexes when you thumped me over the head.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


We must make for the crèche.


Frange! v3


What was it like in there?


Vivat crescat floreat!


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


No look. No touch. No more<i> warning.</i>


What just happened? Where <i>am</i> I?


Now hurry. We must go to the <i>ch'r'ai</i> and inform him of the doctor's sedition.


Don't get distracted now.


Unlikely. But it costs me nothing to spare your sorry life.


Erh... s'pose it's best to save our strength for a <i>real</i> threat.


Touch me and you'll regret it.


Prisoners will come 'round eventually. Advisor Balthazar is damned persuasive.


That's all?


If that story goes to print, we're burnt toast.


Effort v11


They were tracking you instead, evidently. Doppelgangers.


<i>Time to bite, my owlbear friend!</i>


I miss her too.


<i>I'm sure you will learn how to do it more gracefully with time. </i>


Wait - I'm sorry. You caught me by surprise, that's all.


Who knows what he may have up his rotten sleeve.


Bet that will fit in my pack.


GaspFrightened<br>var 2


My past isn't exactly a happy story.


And without the druid, Thaniel is trapped - and the curse can never be lifted.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Tempting, but this might not be the time or the place.


Consider your debt paid. I will leave your flesh unbroken.


I can do that.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Hells - his brew's turned to poison.


EffortMouthOpen<br>ver 1


It's gone - the entire crèche is destroyed.


Seek out the drider. Crush it like the vermin it is, and let the way to Moonrise open.


Some sort of magic blocking the way.


Enchanted? Nice.


I'm not interested.


Another broken trap. Who made these things?


Ha-mmer, ha-mmer, ha-mmer!


*Every day this abomination is in your head, you put others at risk.*


The curse caused the ground to give way... such power.


What are these grey feathers?


No point spreading honey on dung - he's dead. Godsdammit, Asharak.


Stay close to me out there.


Effort v2


By making everything <i>worse</i>?


When you're recovered from our little skirmish, join me up there, my friend. I believe we've a debt to settle.


Just avoid big words.


I've got more immediate concerns.


Go on. You seem like you've something pent up.


Disciple Z'rell has given you a chance to earn that honour.


That cage won't last!


Circus clothes? What an end for Dribbles the clown.<br>


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


I hope you've come to make a lodgement. A city-sized one.


Finally! You must clear... rubble. Filling... poison!


That so? Heard that was a traitor, myself.


But I can protect you. A wretched creature in my service can guide you through the curse.<br>


<i>Ghaik </i>parasites thrive in this secretion. Disgusting.


The Adamantine Forge - that blowhard Dhourn was searching for it.


If only I knew where to find some.


Heh, funny. That's what our birdie wanted.


First step is the hardest.


Eh? Then you got business needs seeing to, don't ya?


Sniff<br>var 3


Pulchrior!


Ubi es?<br>v2


How do you know?


You're working for Zarys? Didn't expect that black-hearted vixen to send help. Bloody grateful, mind.


The blood of Selûne? I was expecting we'd find this Nightsong relic, not some sacrifice.


We cannot, the master forbids it. None are to enter, none are to leave.


<i>While my body was within the Prism's bounds, my mind was free. I could resist the elder brain, the Chosen. Better yet, I could plan to overthrow them.</i>


Recovered <br>V2


I knew I smelled the stink of cowardice.


This gal's tryin' to poison us! Kill her!


I serve the Absolute.


Quickly now.


Huh. Didn't fry your tiny brain hole? Damn.


A mephit?!


Let's talk.


I know this design - Shar's faithful wield crossbows like these.


Oh. That's a little sad, isn't it?


Goodbye, <i>zhak vo'n'fynh duj.</i> You will not be forgotten.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 2


Now <i>this </i>will hurt.


<i>An old container for brains. Empty - shame. It would have been nice to find one to sustain me now. </i>


Well. That's different, at least.


Won't budge.


Looks like the booze got the better of them. They're practically unconscious.<br>


Some conflicts are best resolved quietly. The people are cattle: obedient until panicked.


<i>Prostrate before your Throne of Blood... Heed our prayer, heed your call! </i>


Mummy, mummy!


*She sniffs the air hungrily as you approach, then prepares to strike.*


Every enemy of nature must fall.


I wonder how many times she's been killed down here.


Unlock this cell and escort me out of Wyrm's Rock.


Only one way to find out. Unless we plan to ask the Zhentarim for a shipping manifest.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


Weak


I've seen her myself, tearing through the Hells on behalf of her mistress, Zariel.


Deadlier than ever.


Hells - not a lick of damage! What am I missing?


I know that symbol on its collar - you don't belong to Gale, do you?


You would have carried out that part of the plan, at least, had Orin not ruined your hard work.


True. I don't exactly trust it, but it might be the only hope we have.


Hells' teeth. All right. I'll tell you where the antidote is, but there's a condition.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Grggg - gng - nng...


I - I know that corpse. Arabella's father.


Here's hoping.


Break the bone... Feel it... the crunch and tear... <i>Yes...</i>


The latter I learned only after the engagement, when I told her I was still in love with someone else.


Where did he go...?


But of course. I could never allow such a festering pustule of a city to die - it's an object lesson in mortal excess.


He's dead. And so is any chance of lifting this curse.


Shadowheart was no true child of Shar - merely a captive. She must have her vengeance.


I-I-I didn't realise. Very sorry, sir. <i>Very </i>sorry.


Marked with tunnels under the Open Hand Temple. And a name, too - Father Lorgan.


It's as I feared. You've lost your senses.


This belonged to a merregon - one of Hell's footsoldiers.


Let's move. The smell of blood will draw trouble.


Dead drow and some skeletons. I wonder what happened.


Time to get this thing fired up.


My Lady Shar tasked me with a mission of such secrecy that I surrended great swathes of my memory in order to safeguard the knowledge of it.


I thought you witless, gutless, unimpressively bland.


Voco spicae!
v3


And we'll have a dog, right?


Not demons then, but githyanki.


As I must.


*A feast fit for an ogre. You notice a peculiar dagger protruding from the tough, leathery meat.*


Don't be so hard on yourself. I'm sure you carefully weighed the pros and cons.


A body without a brain attached. Minsc has been called such before, but I do not know what it has to do with the Steel Watch.


But I still feel his presence. Something about that helm...


Oh, I promise on every treasure I own... you've <i>never</i> dealt with a devil like me before.


One wrong move and I'd have been a statue, imprisoned for eternity...<br>


There was a lady. O-Orin.


Maybe I need more pockets.


Effort v8


I was the first. The first to swear. The first to fall.


But I'll leave that to Aylin. I'm sure she will enjoy dealing with you herself.


Pretty, but it doesn't do much.


Perhaps I erred... No, my victims were all from the list. I am right. I am <i>owed</i>.


Try to keep up.


How did you get so close to it? What if we're making it angry?


A prisoner? Then I must be a welcome sight indeed.


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


That drow's seen better days.


I'm not getting through this way.


((*why. <i>why</i>*))


What happened here? It's hard to make any sense of this mess.


I heard what took place at Selûne's shrine, Shadowheart. Was such defilement truly necessary?


I want to see her. So much.


Wait - why did my collar just vibrate?


That could have been worse.


*Prisoner 3046. Commended to Jergal's ledger.*


We druids will be safe. As for those that took refuge here... well, may Silvanus guard them as they continue their travels.


The toymaker's letter mentioned tampered-with toys. Let's be careful.


Horribilissimus!


Corpses - arranged with some intent.


Looks like you need a hand.


Ah... avert your eyes, Boo. You have seen enough necromantic rituals for one little life.


I might, except Gladiss would <i>kill </i>me.


MY HEART IS SINKING LIKE A STORM-TOSSED SHIP


Thank you, saer. Come on, kids - grab your bags. Hurry!


Boom! Here I go.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Monster. Monster!


It's bloated with poison. Better leave it be.<br>


You are no True Soul - <i>you </i>are a <i>champion</i>. Kill the madman. I fight at your side.


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Clear off and don't come back. Tell your mummy how the nasty goblins made you wet your britches.


Shout


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Noble crowd, fancy dress. It's just theatre to them.


A githyanki who might turn on us for being infected? That is not someone I'm eager to pin my hopes on.


Hey, you!


You act a fighter, but a fool's a fool.


You know I can set you, and possibly myself, on fire, right?


Eh. Think it's just <i>yellow.</i>


Obedi me!<br>v3


Look, thank you for returning it, but just - just leave me alone.


Go! I don't want to look at you anymore! Go on!


I'm done for. I will hold her off as long as I'm able.  Run, while you still can! Don't even think about fighting her. This foe is too powerful.


Ito! Help me!<br>


Hurt Critical<br>var 3


Research on the nature of the shadow curse. Good to know.<br>


Intactilis sum!


The prettiest words hide the damndest lies.


Zhentarim thugs passed through here. Oathless curs, the lot of them.


I want it back. Want it back now.


You'll not find any fearmongering here. We're an honest publication.


A stronghold built in Lady Shar's honour. Quite a sight.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


If you can stand, you can carry on.


*Your heart skips a beat. What treasures might this night bestow?*


Ma'am - you have the powder? My Beldron will die back there. Blow up that wall, I'm begging you.


You were on the right path - to Moonrise Towers. Return to it.


I'll look after them, Jaheira. You should check on the others.


*Your father, once the Grand Duke, now a pawn in the Absolute's game. Your infected minds smoulder in each others' presence.*


<i>Yes! </i>You did it!


<i>Won't be long before those Watchers are hulking around here again, nosin' in on my affairs. </i><br>


Beating thee would soil my hands.


Moonmaiden's grace! It's open!


*The book's style was not particularly gripping, and as such, its contents are tough to remember.*


Believe it or not, but I know that stuffed bear. Darkmaw the Wicked.


Vlaakith's crown - what <i>was</i> that?


Astarion, we need to talk. I know you're a vampire - it's kind of obvious.


My name's Estra Stir. Journalist. I speak to the people of Baldur's Gate so our readers don't have to.


Now, if you cared to spare some coins in exchange, well. That would ease the discomforts of the road some.


No hesitation.


*An artefact. A crown. Positively reeking of Netherese magic. More than you ever felt before. More than you ever dreamed was possible.*


There's a task afoot. Not sure what's needed of me, unfortunately.


The good constable may have had the wherewithal to stop us. It brings me great pleasure to speak of her in the past tense.


She overcame her fears to return from whence she came - and live, perhaps not the life she wanted, but the life she chose.


Impero te!


Blech, this place reeks of death.


*Decaying cities, cinder forests. All that was once whole has collapsed into memories. Your body and mind dissolve into fragments, each as pure as the next. You are the perfection of form.*


Undying or not, she was <i>very</i> loud.


Oskar, my sweet love. What have you done to him?


<i>Perhaps, but I couldn't take the risk. An elder brain leaves no room for error. </i>


In mere moments, all that you have dreaded will come to pass.


Oh, I want to live. Just not in a world with you in it.


Ugh... that <i>thing</i> is burrowing through my brain.


What little herb-lore I have.


So - Shadowheart has attracted your attention. Are you not worried that the little amnesiac will forget you by morning?


Must've found some booze among the supplies. Idiot.


Moonmaiden's teachings. But why hidden back here? And what's this symbol?


I've got you.


Let's do this.


*Your father grows silent. Whatever needs saying will have to wait.*


As soon as I figure out what kind of adventurer I'm going to be... What do you think? Could I be a fighter?


Effort v12


You think you can just walk back in here with some stupid quip? On the eve of the master's ascension?


<i>Stinking pile of ogre afterbirth! </i>The quakes herald the shadows - they've found me!


Odd. I feel... <i>better</i>.


I accept your explanation. We remain allies - for now. But I suggest you find a new subject for your... tests.


ARGH. YOU COST ME A FRESH YOUNG HAG! I'M GOING TO PAINT THE WALL WITH YOUR GUTS YOU LITTLE SHITSTAIN.


Nothing  but a forgery.


Hold on - we need an exit from this chamber as well.


It's stopped... but it'll happen again. It <i>keeps</i> happening! The shivering-shaking-quaking! Don't you feel it?


But you are right - you had no choice. I failed her, long before you arrived.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


Give no quarter. The time for that's passed.


Many... wanted... dead...


Goblins ahead!


Blasted <i>chains - </i>keep the bastards off me!


*You've stood afore this very throne before, in demand, not supplication.*


But - if Karlach wants to go make these last moments count, then don't hold her back.


No staying down on my watch.


Ore and mould - but they still need the lava to bind them.<br>


And yet another. Hardly the warmest of welcomes.<br>


Best get going.<br>


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Begone, putrid boil!


Battle first, thingy later.


You've a love-struck look about you, Karlach. Just do not let it distract you from the task ahead.


A cave beneath the tavern. I wonder how deep it runs...


*You feel the barest hint of life from within the door.*


It'd be madness to attack a vampire stronghold at night. Better just rest and wait for sunrise.


What's that? Something's glittering down there.


...as I listen.


What's rude, dear, is strolling into a place like <i>this </i>looking like <i>that</i>.


Thing's an illusion! We could get through here.


Our tadpoles have competition for the most vile parasite, clearly.


Devella Fountainhead... Constable of... the Flaming Fist...


'Aggression'.


Still though, I won't leave. There's a good person in there somewhere.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


A sword like this would certainly get Gale's attention.


<i>I'm here. But I can't speak. I can't act. I'm trapped.</i>


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


*There's something amiss, but exactly what eludes you.*


A private word would be nice.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Be careful, though. He'll know you did it, and he'll be <i>really</i> angry.


<i>The Blade of Frontiers, nothing but a cold-blooded killer. I will make him and his allies pay for his father's death.</i>


*Yet it is a dream of hope. You may be countless miles away, but it isn't an impossible journey.*


*You watch through the creature's eyes as it curses the star-born slaves.*


- my duty is first and foremost to the city and its people. There's something I must ask of you.


Your mission is more urgent than ever. I can hardly fathom what Ketheric has become. Free the immortal - and stop him. <i>Please.</i>


The machine - it's going to blow!


N-no! What are you doing?


There's no getting through.


Slower'n usual, today. You might be better off sticking your coin under the mattress.


Life is simple, and so is Minsc.


Still in one piece. What did that thing <i>do</i> to me?


That is not what it seems. I see you, shapeshifter.


For now, take what rest you can - I will watch over you this night.<br>


*All he has to do is reach for it...*


But we should move. We've got a big day ahead of us, and I can't spend it all chatting to you.


*You feel the presence waver - one moment a god of awesome power, the next... a common redcap.*


*The clink of gold into a welcoming palm. The sound of repercussions deftly avoided.*


We did what we did. Let's just see this through to the end.


Sob<br>var 3


Feel that tingle? That chest practically oozes magic.<br>


*The skull waits, patiently. It has but one purpose - for you to witness its memories.*


It's planting animating spores. It means to raise the dead.


Gods, I can't wait to kill you.


((*seek me. seek the Sovereign*))


I can barely see!


'Ere to see yer friend, have ya? Come an' join 'im, if ya like.


This isn't what you want <i>yet</i>. I'm sure you'll come around in your own good time.


No time to slow down!


Cazador has his leash 'round Astarion's throat once more.


Oof. That looked like it hurt.


Could mean anything.


I'm not really keen on fighting <i>or</i> praying.


Expello te!


My tadpole is restless. It senses something... significant.


It shall be mine.


Kozakuran letters. Same as on that door.


Protect the palace! Protect the master's sanctuary!


Orin thinks Minthara's abduction is an ultimatum to kill Gortash.


Hey you.


Gems from Thay. Or <i>gem</i>, rather...


Poxy pissered pervert!


I'm not through with you yet.<br>


I want to help, but I can't. Not until I know she'll take the wyvern poison if she starts to change.


Tempora mutantur!


May the lives of your enemies be snuffed out like guttering candles.


His territory ran from the Wood of Sharp Teeth to Cloakwood. It took half an army to drive him out. How did he end up here?


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


Ad lapidem!


And for that I am sorry. I will commit all future atrocities for my own gain - and yours, should we stand together.


<i>Consensual</i> bruises? Those can be negotiated.


Have you?


What the hells could do that...?


Hm. These pictographs were described in the dwarf's poem.<br>


<i>You are impatient. Even in this, you remind me of her, of Belynne Stelmane. </i>


Pleasure doing business with you, saer. Frankly, I did hate to see the family split up like that.


Did you help to construct this metal monstrosity, gnome? Help us disable it.


You 'think' you killed her? You will need to do a lot better than that.


Lady Orin misjudged the weight of Bhaal's favour. She slipped, and it crushed her. Tread carefully, Chosen.


A dragon-rider. My kin are hunting - blood will be spilled.


That you wouldn't figure a way out of it. My clever friend never leaves a knot knotted. This parasite is one more knot, so get to tugging threads.


<i>Me</i>, darling. And you can have your turn, too, if you learn some manners.


Haha...


But I thought you had something... more with Shadowheart?


It's true, then - you turned your back on Lady Shar. Disgrace.


Huh. Where's Wyll?


Jaheira's wisdom will be an asset to you on the journey ahead. Her Harpers, too.


The Absolute's called us to Moonrise Towers. And we're not gonna keep Her waiting.


I suppose you think we're working for the Absolute too?


Dying


Lice-ridden cur!


Punge!


Hmm - it won't go out. Must be some trick to it.


Finally - someone with steel in their spine! Come on up!


Hah. As usual, getting ahead of myself. Enjoy your night, then!


Hm...


Never.


Beating thee would soil my hands.


Be swift - we've been lucky so far. I don't wish to push Gond's favour any further.


Violation, violation! Whoop, whoop! Absolute spy detected!


If I turn into a mind flayer tomorrow, I'll at least have gone out on a high note.


An unnatural death. There's no coming back from that.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Nature might've provided for it. Too late now.


Perhaps, but if I don't confront him some day, I know I'll spend the rest of my life running from him.


Intactilis sum!


You. Up.


Useful little mushrooms. This is a swift way to the Underdark.


We have to find it first. I doubt he's just left it lying around.


<i>I am glad to see that you lack neither, and did what had to be done. </i>


Yes. <i>Yes</i>. Mother Gith battled for liberty - but it was only here that I learned what it meant to be free.


Stop that - gerrout of my head!


I am loathe to turn tail when our enemy is close, but perhaps we should heed the Emperor's warning.<br>


Join us, and we'll take that convoy down. It's the only way to survive the curse.<br>


Walk in the footsteps of murder, Child of Bhaal. Our Father is impatient for the blood-gifts of your slaughter.


You're a vile blister - I shall prick thee.


Thank you. For the dance, for your understanding, and making a fantasy become reality - even if just for a moment.


Let's make the most of this.


Don't mind if I do.


We've a marvel on our hands, after all. You've brought Ketheric to his knees and made Orin grovel.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


It is you who holds the key to defeating Ketheric, not I. Do what you must. If it rids us of this cult, we'll consider the price well-paid.


WORST NEWS RAPHAEL IS ON HIS WAY HOME AND OH BOY OH BOY HE IS SPITTING MAD


From the Underdark to the swamp. Lovely.


Could you at least <i>try </i>to stand up straight.


Falling<br>var 2


But at what cost, who might say? Ho-ho-HO!


Hngh...


What-cha... this guy's some <i>booyahg</i>! He's tryna magick me!


A noble chant, is it not? Hail Wyll, Blade of Avernus!


Don't forget to visit the Velveteen Elixir! Us <i>adventurers </i>have to be keep stocked up.


Light on my feet.


Gith warriors? Some must have fallen to the curse.


*You push once more into darkness.*


You have shown us the colour of your blood. Boo wonders if we had been wiser to spill it on the ground.


We're saving up for a better hideout when we get to Baldur's Gate.


Shut it, devil - I know your kind. A heart darker than a shadow's nightmares. You'd cut a child's throat just to taste the blood.


I... forget I said anything, all right?


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Video veritatem!


Fierce in battle, maybe a bit naive in... everything else.


This was a hospital? Feels more like a prison.


You learn fast.


Down the hatch.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


Mah... Marrr... Stir... <i>Welcome! </i>Rrrrrrrrr...


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


Father Lorgan's name is written just there, next to those tunnels.


You wot? I ain't explainin' how babies get made. Gross.


Would you hand her over to have her wings pulled off by this self-inflated wretch?


*The water elemental appears to turn towards you, showering everything with a bracing mist.*


Experiment with being <i>dead</i>, 'father'!


The mad assassin herself. Strike her down, bug - let her syndicate fall. The brain won't be too far beyond.


Effort v3


The road to Baldur's Gate is up ahead. No turning back, once we start down that road.


What have you done?! Her fate was mine to decide!


Weapon diagrams. Some blacksmith's passion project from the looks of it.


If you find it, bring it to me. I'll make something <i>incredible.</i>


Back again, are you? What do you want with us now?


Proper stylish, ain't they? Nicked 'em off this dwarf we're cookin'.


*Tortured to death, or starved? In any case, definitely dead.*


<i>Yes. Rest. Sleep. Peace. Ugh, I don't want to sleep! I want to be alive!</i>


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


It's no use.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


He should've known. Better to die a thousand deaths than let Zariel into your life.


Enchanted? Nice.


*But something inside you stirs, and the cold fades.*


Reckon we've said all there is to say, eh? But don't worry - the Network'll be in touch soon.


Toasty, isn't it?


The state of this cart - what were they thinking?!


Easy - and effective.<br>


Dodge


Drowcraft armour. No magic left, though - sun's too bright.


Offal in some manner of... display?


How thoughtful. Too much to hope he's decided to surrender?


If that snake kills another it's on you - I hope you know that.


Obedi me!<br>v3


We'll need all three Netherstones before we can face the brain.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


You'll pay for this, you meddling reject!


Stuck in place, I see.


Was't your father a flounder?


Drab attire, lacklustre skin - my darling, you <i>need</i> my gems. They'll brighten even a ghoul like yourself!


Then hurry up an' do it. My tribe ain't as friendly as I am.


You can't be serious. What's wrong with you?


Hardy but graceful - a fine crossbow. Made by Sharran hands, if my teachings keep true.


Do come again.


Don't think you're gonna get to Baldur's Gate before us - not with me at the helm.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 5


Gods help us all...


Clag-bottomed coward!


Deadlier than ever.


I founds it by the clown man's tent. Fought a rat for it and everythings. Hueh.


Now is not the time for idle chatter - we need to find the doll!


There used to be five of us. My friend Talus... he couldn't take it anymore. One day I saw him drive a coffin nail right through Carrion's skull. Then another. And another...


Indeed. Our time with them was... certainly bracing. Takes me back to some youthful misadventures in the Underdark.


*There's been an attack nearby. It looks like you're suspected of being involved.*


<i>Ghaik</i> aren't the only abominations here, it seems.


Or it'll come back to haunt us.


You're already crying!


Locked up in Wyrm's Rock. Hardly the homecoming I expected.


*Your humble purse won't cover this. Perhaps your golden tongue can help instead.*


My old bracers went missing - the ones Oloril sold me.


I'm sure you've met my mother. You've seen her pale face in the night sky - Selûne, the Moonmaiden.


DON'T


Now hold the left arm across your face - and jab with the right.


We need to get that kid out of there!


He left with the adventurers. They went treasure hunting in an old temple near here.


A <i>kith'rak </i>demanded my head. <i>He'd deny me a cure.</i>


The house was on fire. We were rescuing people.


<i>Stalker of Gehenna's wastes... Take our zeal, take our blood! </i>


No wonder the lake is so treacherous, with a lava elemental fanning the flames.<br>


Expello te!


...like we <i>inside</i> meat. Mig eat meat... or meat eat Mig...?


It's you, it must be. You've done something to anger Her.


We have every part of that rancid clown. We should return him to the ringmaster, though I prefer him disassembled.


He won't. Someone wrong-footed him about me, and I'm betting we'll find out who before long.


These gith are formidable - but not infallible. We can take them in battle, should it come to that.


The weapon stopped glowing. How odd.


Do not fear - there is time yet. For our touch has been light, but now we must dig deep - deeper than any other.


Hm. Nice.


So, the rot of heresy <i>has </i>gripped you. So be it.


Take what? You don't have it!


No hope of clearing this without a shovel.


I'm glad your prince is taking his fate so well. I'd be devastated if I was that ugly.


Away, eye-watering stench!


Ugh - heh.


An unusual parasite, here. It's - it's reaching out to me.


The chest's clearly worth a lot to the Zhentarim, <i>if </i>it's returned unopened.


I do not understand.


Damn it. Having that stashed away would have made life a lot easier.


Yes - there it is. Exactly as described. The inquisition will finally come to an end.


It shouldn't have been you. I should have been chosen for that mission. I should be the one basking in the Dark Lady's graces.


*Sigh.*


Maybe I need more pockets.


'The Wizard Wonder!' Or how about, 'The Master of the Weave'?


We need all three stones before we can face the brain.


Amateurs. You don't get scars on your fingertips like this unless you've been baiting hooks for twenty years.