<i>I admire the ambition. The thought did cross my mind.</i>


You asked what I did for Lord Gortash, you paid the fee, and I answered you. Our pact is complete. Would you like to make another transaction?


Don't mind if I do.


May your leadership usher in a new era of dark wonders, my lady.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


He's gone... you were right, he's gone. His scent is growing fainter.


Nope. Maybe there's some other way to open it.


My consort, we are so close to our triumph, I can almost taste it.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Amo sanguinem!<br>v3


But I'd rather talk about <i>you. </i>If I'm to write an account of the battle, I'll need details while they're still sticky.


<i>Cold?</i>


Don't worry - you won't come to harm. I'll protect you.


A sweet thought, but if he approaches a half-empty camp, he'll know something's wrong and bolt.


<i>The hostages are placed throughout this prison. You must stretch your resources thin if you want to secure them all. </i>


*Come in from the cold.*


I found a paralytic poison on one of his wounds. Lorgan was alive while they took the hand, he just couldn't scream. It's <i>sick</i>.


Just handing him over like that... I don't know. I hope we made the right choice.


I'm sure you would. Don't sound so eager.


A pair of wings.


Nobody does. But I've seen <i>Kith'rak </i>Therezzyn's wolves chewing on the leftovers. So keep quiet.


*But you are now your own master. The world is yours for the taking. A world of countless possibilities.*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


'The Necromancy of Thay'? I bet Gale could use this.


Happy to assist a friend.


Up for debate.


I did not ask for counsel. The devil remains until the rite is complete!


Magic - from that chest. I can feel it.


*You manage to calm the situation down. Though next time, it may not be so simple.*


Well done.


<i>Ghaik.</i> Your head will make a fine trophy for my queen!


Be at ease.


*If the <i>ghaik</i> empire should rise - if the Grand Design were to transpire - it could be the doom of your people.*


If it's bad, you'll know. Disciple Z'rell ain't shy about handing out pain.


Sine metu!


One killing secures your rebirth as an Unholy Assassin of Bhaal - the slaughter of a celestial being.


Pleasure doing business.


If I must.<br>


As thou wishest.


Forgive me... <i>mistress. </i>I would of course be honoured to pass my research onto you.


*Mizora sounds entirely too pleased with herself. She's keeping something from you.*


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Onward.<br>


Then your answer decides his fate as well as your own - so make it good.


Venustior!


The city needs you. I overheard these pigs talking - there's a Bhaal temple deep within the old Undercity that the cult is using.


Open, says-a-Minsc!


And you should bugger off. Now.


The reference to a 'hot hammer' is rather puzzling though. Whoever wrote these papers must have been rather delirious.


This mirror is ancient - all the way back to the time of Gorothir. Almost like a window to the Shadowfell.


My favourite spot. Many times, evening turned to night and back to daybreak once more while I sat here, lost in words.


<i>Behold, </i>the fool of fools.


*To take the god-weapon - to humiliate divinity - would be satisfying. But it would risk <i>disastrous ruin</i>.*


Hey. Hey you - come closer...


<i>What...? </i>How? Why?! Explain yourself at once!


Remember when we could just go down to the tavern and enjoy a few hands of cards? Now, all we do is worry.


Tell me. Am I beautiful?


Gorging on food and drink before killing in honour of Shar - disgusting.


No need of that. Every Harper is a bard unto themselves, I'm afraid.


Damned fool. The wretched cannot sway the divine!


<i>Hilarious</i>. You belong on stage - perhaps the bloodstained sort, with a hooded man standing by, axe in hand.


Fight's gotten stale, little rabbit. Stop embarrassing yourself - let me end this.


You've the skin of a beast. If only your heart was so bold.


Come here to me...


True. You wouldn't have the grit.


Greater horrors await us in Baldur's Gate. Best sharpen your fangs.


Volo's fate changes oh-so-fast...


Poison. Sure.


This is no common bauble - this is royal jewellery from the elf city of Suldanessellar. Curious, to find it here...


These souls clawed their way back from the Fugue Plane for vengeance.


<i>Lakrissa.</i>


You sweet, sweet thing. I want what's best for you too, of course.


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


By telling you where he is, in direct defiance of my guildmaster's orders?


Did the goblins suffer? Rabble like that don't deserve mercy.


What do you say?


I <i>know</i> the story.


In my name.


AND YOU'RE MORE OF A HATSTAND THAN A HERO


A passphrase, 'Sicarius', and a location... We should find this 'Candulhallow' place.


Something to look forward to. Bit morbid, but true all the same.


Dying Deep Exhale


<i>Ssssshhh.</i>


Frange! v2


Attack<br>var 4


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


See? All that bloodshed, and not a Stone Lord to be seen. I reckon Tut made him up.


<i>But </i>if you happened to take things into your own hands first, well - I couldn't stop you.


These roles sure are restrictive, aren't they? Maybe the adventuring life's just not for me.


Your pain, my pleasure.


But Lae'zel is still here. Will you not join them?


We'll have to keep an eye out for more.


Risky. But - erm - safe!


This Nightsong sounds like the source of Ketheric's immortality. Maybe I can use it against him?


Urgh. You're boooring. Come on Ra'jak, let's show her how to have some FUN.


Against all odds, thou hast survived. Wilt thou reflect with me upon thy triumph?


He's <i>what? </i>Pardon... I won't miss him. But Brem was about as reasonable as these thugs get.


That's the symbol of Myrkul.


We need to get out of here - <i>now.</i>


Ought to take this.


No time for dallying.<br>


I-I mean... I didn't mean that.


You deal with her then. I need to find my parents.


One of the adventurers had a clue to help find it - a dwarf called Brian. It might still be found on his corpse, wherever the goblins left it.


This is it - keep the enemy away until the brain is completely subdued!


Voco nubes!<br>v2


Maybe not the best time.<br>


<i>A rift! Move! Destroy it from within! </i>


Looks like all those moon plates can be turned.


Depends - did you drink the pink?


Mother of Lusts - gone again!


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


I see tracks there - or footprints. That's worth a look.


Proud o' yourself? Beating a drunk man. What a hero.


I ain't fighting him. Not a chance.


I will name you Baldur's Gate's newest Grand Duke of the Council. You will be hailed Heart of the Gate.


Placing a crèche somewhere so unassuming could be strategic.


Frange! v2


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


Fine. But I'll be keeping an eye on you, all the same.


I hope your friend sees sense soon. They don't have much time left.


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


Horns made to look like they came from a war devil... I think.


Sine metu!<br>v3


That so? Then your head should do nicely. <i>Zavagh!</i>


It won't budge.


I survived the beating. Let that be the end of it, and don't make things worse.


Mask seems to ward them off.


*'The Induction'. A red-haired man is depicted in hushed conversation with a dark-haired woman.*


The mask doesn't make your brain itch? It did for Kled.


Even Estra's column has been lacking sauce of late... It's a real shame.


Kill the villains. Kill them all. Break them beneath my boots, no matter how they squeal for mercy.


Ye gods! Can it be... I'm... I'm...


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


No, don't fall asleep!


*She seeks the artefact you carry - the artefact now nestled in your pocket, that doesn't want to be relinquished.*


I bet Lae'zel is absolutely lethal with that sword.


Scratchings, of no account.


Hmph.


I just wish I wasn't the only one...


Now if you don't mind, I've got some edits to make.


Still not going to get Emen's ball. Bet it's <i>real</i> damp by now.


You'll be stronger than ever.


Step out of the way. Protect him and Umberlee will swallow you whole.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Silvanus calls on me to shield the circle, balance be damned.


Mushrooms - poisonous, if memory serves.


You<i> need</i> me - get me outta here, and I'll tell 'em what a good friend you are.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


Tibi do pennas!


I have power enough to share.


We will not be their prey. They will be ours!


*There is so little of you left.*


*A whisper. The <i>Absolute's </i>voice, twisting the petty Guild thieves before you into snarling, savage beasts - feeding on the weak of your city.*


A turtle on its back has more heart.


Invoco te


There's no escape. No escape for us and no escape for you, Astarion!


Effort v10


Desperation<br>var 6


Dying Deep Exhale


Go on - lads were gathered near the windmill last I looked.


Gods, do you think they're going to chop them up and sell them? I bloody hope not.


Enough. Speak only to me while you are in my presence. The hunt must begin soon.


Remember, Zhentarim - whatever you can take is yours!


A challenger. My lord tests me.


Spoilsport.


I love <i>you.</i>


Death is death. To look for meaning in it is foolishness, boy. Childish, storybook nonsense.


Only an illithid can dominate the brain. It's time to use the parasite the Emperor gave us!


The stone said to come here, but - but it's just water? Maybe over here?


A fine opportunity.


Victory<br>


Veni et iuva me!


What is this made of? Tiamat's cursed spit?


Victory v2


What in the hells, Astarion? You bit me!


*The wolf bares his teeth; he doesn't take orders from you. He would chase you down, if not for his master.*


Voco flagella!


A wine bottle? A scholar with good taste, perhaps.


Dying under this monastery would've been a shame.


Burrows? The work of a bulette, I believe. A land shark.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


Looks like the ritual worked. The whole grove is walled in.


Dragon claws. Amazing.


Do it for Minsc!


What - what happened? Where am I?


A thousand wounds inflicted, and you couldn't resist opening this last one.


Someone is striking through a list. But what for?


Gith hunters. That must be why that device sounded out.


You will die for me, won't you?


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


Auntie will be awake soon. She'll be so angry.


Darling, I thought you'd never ask. I'll see you tonight.


There's only one thing I need to know. One thing I <i>have </i>to know. Then I can be all right.


Dying Panic Fall


Victory<br>


You listening?


I cannot hear your voice, master. Please, answer me!


A natural impulse to try and shield one's loved ones from danger, especially when you feel a moral compunction to run head-first towards it.


But my fate is a paradise, compared to the one Father has in store for you.


Citius!


*You feel your parasite stir.*


Well that's that! I've but one last battle in me.


Oh, he pretended to be cross. But there was no hiding the sly grin that crept on his face.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


<i>Signing the deviil's contract was an impulsive error. Do not seek to correct one mistake with another.</i>


Come.<br>


Promised... better life... given only death...


Ketheric's army. I suppose I could end them all with a bang, but my target is the Absolute itself.<br>


I had hoped my eyes were deceiving me... but no. You were with her, weren't you?


Well, I suppose I'm not going anywhere. But don't trouble yourself for me, really.


Fresh water. There must be a settlement somewhere nearby.


But thank you for your concern. It was touching.


Please, not a step closer! I, uh, lost a ring in the mud here and I don't want you to step on it and bury it.


You think you can stand against me?


That was tough, this can't have been used in a while.


You will offer your services to Zevlor, guide the outlanders out of the grove.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Very well. I have mushrooms to catalogue.


Recovered <br>V3


Effort v8


*...but perhaps he knows something useful? Your head aches as rage fights against reason.*


Fancy amulet like this is probably enchanted. Gale, take a look.


A frightful message, written in blood and garnished with corpses.


You took the words right out of my mouth.


If I have to cut you down to get to them - so be it.


You have my support!


Peek-a-Boo, Boo.


Looks like a Nightfall feast. A Sharran party right before ritual murder.


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


We have been through a lot, but this? This is too much.


I've slept beside a Bhaalspawn before. I know the signs - the dreams, the urges... the <i>power.</i>


You've no flair for insults. Let's go, before I'm tempted to give you a lesson.


Nothing will stand in my way.


*With a shriek, the squirrel flees.*


Resisto venenum!


You'll look good with a few arrows sticking out of your gut!


Er... let's hope it don't come to that, yer honour.


They can, and did. Avernus changed things - best we get used to that.


Someday I'll be the best chef in the city - if the others all leave or die. Ha!


To threaten the life of a child... truly, Orin will stop at nothing.


I know someone of your background would fit right in in that heart of horrors, but for others of us it's quite a frightening prospect.


No sense in making her suffer more. Not after what she's been through.


Prime spot for an ambush.


*You're sure you can feel the parasite tickling your skull. How long before your limbs start to twist and knot? How long before tentacles erupt from your face?*


Fulgur!


Now Waterdeep is worth visiting. So many people with deep, deep pockets.


You will give us the weapon. Then you will bend your head for the sword.


GruntAngry<br>var 1


Have you back on your feet soon.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


The Lord of Murder has returned.


Make-do graves. Someone was in a hurry to bury their dead.


Let's.


You mean before or after you thundered into my home like a wounded umber hulk? Make no mistake - you're here because I allow it.


You still have the wits to recognise your betters. Good.


Incredible. Every rock, every jewel tells a story.


We must find a way to the House of Hope and take the Orphic Hammer.


That's what I got!


I don't know what transpired exactly, but the ship broke into pieces and I suddenly found myself in freefall.


I am indomitable, Karlach. Nothing can stop me - least of all your hot-blooded self.


Mould and metal... but something's still missing.


Away, you pox'd nun!


Oh, this should work perfectly.


I didn't realise we had time to read childrens' stories.


I am not opposed to killing an ally who has outlasted their use, but Astarion had become a formidable weapon.


It won't budge.


*Sudden exhaustion washes over you.*


Flesh inside is quiet - flesh inside is dead. <i>Murderer.</i>


Free of the master? But the master is freedom. The master is everything.


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


Ya can always take a bite out of me!


More befooted fish-folk. Something stirs them from the water.


This key - the shapeshifter's corpse carried its twin. Perhaps it <i>too </i>is a shapeshifter... only tinier.


I'm glad to see his fears weren't as bad as he imagined.


I'll just have to try it out and see.


But I... maybe you're right. It was broken to begin with.


The underdark has a certain menacing beauty to it. Though I'd be happier admiring it from a safe distance.


Every gala, ball, and brunch has been cancelled due to that nuisance of a cult! It's a disaster.


What're you at? Lads - this'n's trying to scramble me head!


Hmm?


Lice-ridden cur!


I can't wait to get outta this dump and never come back. Grab what you can before we scarper, yeah?


It's our future that I'm thinking of - we can't rely on anyone else to do it for us.


SmileOpen<br>var 3


Brace yourself!


Why d'ya think I'm here? The hag petrified me. Only way to stop it.


The disc is moving. Better see where it leads.


You... Maybe it's the drink, but you don't look half bad. At all.


Damn these imps - I need to reach the transponder.


Oh ho!


Well, if you can't believe it - that makes it unexpected! Which is good, right?


You tempt me to break my oath, whelp.


No getting through that way, is there?


<i>On the contrary, Vlaakith is quite fallible. Not all githyanki eyes are so clouded as yours.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Invoco te


I did expect a bit more - spectacle, I suppose.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


Dying Burning<br>v3


Already feeling better.<br>


<i>Straj.</i>


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


I know better. I stood here a century ago, and watched this same ceremony unfold. I stand here again to show you how it ends:


A big name, that. Such information does not come cheap, High Harper. Not in normal times.


Excellent - now all I need is that lantern.


A strange place for a fisher's vessel.


<i>Magga cammara</i>. That's a hook horror.


Oof. Karlach and explosives, not a good mix.


Intellego!


'Lies! Gith made no such proclamation. Vlaakith seized the empire against the Mother's wishes.'


My father always told me, 'Kaet, commerce is like warfare. Fight for it like your life's at stake'.


*No doubt the githyanki will seek to reclaim that which is theirs.*


I'll never be able to fill the place by my side where you should be standing. And I'll never forget you. Not a single moment.


Non compos mentis!


A hag's staff has to be brimming with magic. Take a look, Gale.


I see.


I can barely see!


Supplies! New batch from Waukeen's Rest!


Oh, but you <i>do</i> love to tease.


End this. Now. We're all counting on you.


Welcome to the family. Don't get comfortable - that shipment's wanted in Baldur's Gate.


Very well.


That's not the look you have when you've been on a spending spree, Mr Dekarios. You look... guilty.


If there be teeth, Minsc will be upset...


There it is - a perfect strike!


Ah, I can tell Master's mind has experienced a bit of treacle since last we met.


This might unlock those controls next to the pod.


You must be tested, Child. It is Bhaal's will.


Must still be tired. Poor Scratch.


Stars and moons like that dwarf's poem said. And these plates can be turned.


<i>Protect them.</i>


Certainly, if it's all right with you. Let me have a listen.


Come, Voss - I need you!


BreathShortOpen<br>var 3


The faithful may be purified. This is Vlaakith's protocol!


Idle<br>var 3


Think you could stand back a ways, pal? I'm fishing for chumps here.


A little orange cat! And a house with a little door so it can come and go as it pleases.


Minsc? Then the great hero is here!


Such a strange disc. Are these githyanki markings? Lae'zel might know.


Lead the way. But try anything suspicious and I'll kill you, understand?


Ugh... sure.


Buff


You wouldn't just be some spawn - you're far more than that to me.


When you lie down for the night, I will come.


Urgh, it's full of dripping... goo? Slime? Whatever it is, it's coming from higher up the tower.


The elf sails away and leaves the city to the dragon. The wyrm in Wyrm's Crossing, I suppose.


<i>That was most of them - time to press on. </i>


Stay out of my business, and stay away from me.


My Thunderwave will make quick work of any goblin - just you wait.


Wherever you walk, so wet the trousers of evil!


Please. I've begging to do.


And yet I think of that first love, and... I hesitate. Likely I'm going mad.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 2


Victory v3


Ahem. My hamster has not given you leave to die.


Te curo!<br>v3


*You clench your eyes tighter and search for sleep in the darkness.*


She's still worked up - not even a nice 'thank you' grunt.


Grey feathers. From what?


I'm waitin'.


First I damn near die at the hands of goblins. Then I get sucker-punched by a bloody <i>elf</i>.


*Your destructive tendencies have landed you in trouble. It looks like the owner is about to summon the guards.*


I've never seen a tree like that. The bark must be a rarity.


Took you bloody long enough - you've <i>no </i>idea how wrinkles like mine get caught in chains like that.


Charms, offerings... and prayers. Put here by Harpers, before charging into battle.<br>


Necrotic as hell. Do not touch that thing, no matter what.


That was me. I did that. How...?


Now that you're back in town, you must come to ours. All of you. We'll have a good supper, catch up. You can meet Gregor. And the little one, in a few months.


Won't last much longer.


*Your mind connects with Lae'zel's, and together you envision the githyanki disc.*


No traps, please.


Look - there's something on the other side. No way through from here though.


My feet are planted deep 'til you return.


Turned to mist. The spawn share in some portion of their master's power.


I can smell it... Like rotted honey. Her <i>anticiaption</i>. Lady Orin awaits your presence.


Ut ventus!<br>v3


VO_SFX : Downed


Isobel - the cleric at Last Light?


Still - perhaps Irenicus' study will help you to work out some techniques for your own beastly form.


Pulchrior!


I never was scared of the shadows.


A lava elemental? That thing could melt armour and flesh alike.


Dying Deep Exhale


<i>You learned so much, applying your skills to these two. Now you can remember it all, whenever you look upon their faces.</i>


Lots of blood... Some pink stains, too.


Ah, but of course!


Dad, I am not a cow you can <i>sell on the market.</i>


No shadows here - something must be keeping it at bay.


*But amidst the cacophony of taunting, faceless wraiths is one clear figure. A young tiefling boy, short of horn and purple of hair.*


Sh... shit. Beat it, True-hole, before I start beating you.


And when hope has been whittled down to the very marrow of despair - that's when you'll come knocking on my door.


...As you say, then. My friend is saved, and we have another ally in the fight against the Absolute.


Infernal gems, straight from the heart of Minauros. Quite the rarity.


*As you dig, you slowly expose the skeletal remains of a large dog wearing a chunky leather collar.*


The very same. The one who comes to save the city.


You hurt Jaheira's family - you might as well strike at Minsc and Boo themselves!


Diminuo te!<br>v3


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 1


You. Tiefling. You would volunteer your life for the greater good. You would make the ultimate sacrifice. I thank you.


Don't group me with the likes of them!


Looks like a spider... man decapitating a mind flayer. Someone got creative.<br>


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min0:36-1:23<br>var 1


The heat coming off that door... opening it could spell trouble.


Such a beautiful house. Such a beautiful prison.


I suppose we'll need to find somewhere higher up.


And yet another. Hardly the warmest of welcomes.<br>


For a moment there, I thought you actually valued me as a person.


Gorgeous mail on that fist.


I have <i>such</i> a headache.


Looks like a Magic Mouth spell. That voice probably belongs to someone long gone.


Bet you need a hand.<br>


This way - hurry up!


Getting the occasional drink in the Blushing Mermaid is as close as I get to the old days.


What to choose?


Raphael is no foolish story-devil, his mind is <i>different</i>. Sneaky. Listen...


These boots have seen everything.


Let's get that patched up.


Stay away from me!


Hey. Thanks for stepping between me and the kid.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 3


Rolan - bring the fire. NOW!


Somehow I doubt these figures were made with hammer and chisel...


Repulsive little bears for repulsive little children.


Rath is... gone. Treefather forgive me, I acted a fool.


Grand Duke Ravengard could be inside! Don't just stand there - push!


One moment.


Effort v11


*Barely a breath of confusion, before he sees you through your borrowed guise.*


We should have a chat, you and I. But not here.


Voco potentia!<br>v2


Whatever magic Ketheric's using to control these tadpoles, it must be at Moonrise.


What happened, happened. Standing here arguing won't change it.


*A chill runs up your spine. You feel like you're being watched.*


Seems I need to find the platforms by memory alone if I'm to cross unscathed.


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


What comes now? I cannot remember the last time we did not have a grand purpose to work towards...


My hamster has dined on god-flesh! You are but a tiny crumb!


What business is that of yours? Suffice to say, our queen wants it.


The elf is sailing away, leaving a dragon looking over Baldur's Gate. Do the histories make mention of it?


A dangerous place to stock goods, even for a Zhent.


... Baldur's Gate... Lady Jannath's own court...


Can't leave you stuck.


All right, then... Maybe if it happens again, try pinching yourself.


Hurt Critical


Because to a hag, we are but lambs to her slaughter. We are mere toys - to be used and broken.


I have just the thing.


*You've been caught breaking the rules. You have a horrible feeling the next thing broken might be your skull.*


Listen to sense, now. I don't want this to end badly for either of us.


She's in the audience chamber. Go on inside.


There's a time for talking and a time for killing. This, my friend, is the latter.


Jaheira's wisdom is plain to see. One of the greatest ways in which you can serve nature, is to surrrender your body back to it, when the time comes.


Caveat incantator!


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


I am. We all are.


Gah! Yes. Yes, <i>True Soul.</i>


I've always been the giving type, after all.


I want to learn a trick too. Something only I know.


Wait! That can't be. There has to be another way. Please!


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Looks like you need a hand.<br>


*You fall into fitful sleep, your dreams dominated by the blood-lakes of Hell and snarling <i>ghaik.</i>*


The toys from the barn - this is where he crafted those murderous little things.


It seems you've won Lady Orin's favour. Join us, in this act of slaughter. In Bhaal's name.


If this wizard, by your estimation, is a bungling buffoon, it may be best to let him tie himself in knots.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


Ring the alarm!


Just what I need.


Another quake. What's going on?


A fake devil head? A lot of effort for a piece of window dressing.


You carry the means of githyanki liberation. Do not fail us.


I didn't claw my way out of Avernus to go out in a pile of rubble.<br>


You're clearly a fool. Yet you saw fit to aid me?


*The spider seems poised to attack, but she hesitates, tapping her claws as if trying to communicate.*


Explosives hidden inside toys... murder disguised as innocence. Very cunning.


Infernal gems, straight from Minauros. Remarkable.


Meaningless.


You'd do well to reconsider your alliance with this animal. She destroys all she touches. Useful in the Blood War; frighteningly dangerous anywhere else.


Well? Tell me everything.


<i>He cannot be relied upon for so great a task. Not unless we have exhausted all other options, and we have not. </i>


Dead - for now. Carrion will return so long as he's anchored to this plane.


<i>You took our freedom.</i>


Now - let us hunt together, sister. In Her name.


Peri!


This should help.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


*The flavour is exquisite as spiced wine, terrible as rotting offal. It does not quench your lust - it only stokes it.*


Mirror mushrooms. Step on the wrong one - and plummet to your death.


You bastard! Give him back!


You all right?


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


To take without asking, to feel without doubting, and to kill without consequence.


*Would you be happy if you were freed from yourself?*


Tadpoles, smuggled into the city. Wonder how many are already here.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


And what comes next? Clearly you can't be trusted.


Always a pleasure to see old acquaintances. But you would be wise to not interfere in this matter.


Hold them back - the brain is almost under control!


I thought perhaps we could talk, but no. There is no common ground here.


Circulus mortis!


Won't shed tears over a goblin, but still - not a pretty scene.


I hope we learn from this. We have to.


You're the key to all of this.


I think Scratch is up north. Playing in a goat-farm in Icewind Dale, of course!


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


All of these statues - could they, too, be heroes all? Frozen in stone until the city has need of them?


Now go.


Hm. Maybe I need a hamster.


You louse, you mite!


What did I tell you? Shoo!


Well well, what have we here.


Might be I have use for someone with your skills.


*Your generous offer is graciously accepted. A pleasure doing business.*


I had no idea this was their mating season.


Um... baa?


Thou shalt return me, ho HO. Thou shalt have my blessing.


Adamantine... precious beyond measure...


The door's been infused with magic. Which school, I can't tell.<br>


True, but it's not too late to reconsider. This would all be over in mere moments, if I ascend alone.


Look, if your lot could look after themselves, we wouldn't need to be here.


'Nother pretty rock. I'm sensing a pattern.


It's a trap. And a nasty one at that.


Looks like we're in Elturgard. East of the city of Baldur's Gate.


This city is <i>mine</i>!


A most unwelcome surprise. But we shan't be caught out again.


This 'treasure' is a pile of junk.


It is done - my duty fulfilled, my people spared.


Best move fast.


This area's trapped. Careful.


This - this must be part of the show. Dribbles is going to pop up at any moment - you'll see.


Mind flayer's dead - the imps killed it.


WHAT? <i>Tsk'va!</i>


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


I shall not hesitate.


I hope you're here when the goblins make their move.


Impero te!


Stay ready. Something isn't right.


But - please. If what you said is true, Ravengard's not lost to us. Not yet.


I see your goodwill has limits. Far be it from me to stretch them.


The infected hear the voice of the Absolute, and believe it to be a god.


Almost there. I just need to insert the mould.


I do not pet him too - wait. You do <i>what</i>?


Bring me a goblin! I'm gonna gut it!<br>


That doesn't matter! I seek the guilty. The tormented. The <i>anguished.</i>


A Sharran structure, going by the design.


So. You did it. Cleared the tower. Killed the villain. Everything you said you'd do.


But let us not forget that we also have the Orphic Hammer. We could free Orpheus, let him wield the stones - if we can trust him.


Bone SPLIT. Flesh TORN. All for the Dread Lord!


My son, oh, my sweet boy...


Well what <i>would </i>impress you, then?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Dying Deep Exhale


This Zorru has encountered githyanki. I must find and question him.


A warhammer like this cracks your skull, and you won't ever be the same after.


I bring word of gnomes. Gnomes in the <i>sea</i>.


Interlocking circles with moons and stars. This must be the seal mentioned in that journal.


Halsin's strength and loyalty will bolster you in times of need.


A strange easel. There's some kind of mechanism attached.


Think again. Clause Z, Section Thirteen - the 'Lemure' clause. Could've <i>sworn</i> we covered this.


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


That door exudes magic. Touch it at your own risk.<br>


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


Not if I stop talking to you first!


And yet... you're more mind flayer than ever.


Devils are slippery creatures. They'd twist their tongues into knots to convince you a rockpile was mithril.


Slice and drain. Slaughter and spill.


So githyanki sleep in beds too. How conventional.


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


If you had nothing to do with it - and I want to believe you didn't - you have nothing to fear from me.


Look at this place. The evidence is clear enough.


That doesn't look comfortable.


Canto te!


Expensive imports, no doubt. A shame they have wilted.


We are closer to the Nightsinger here. Beneath the ground, far from the sun and moon.


Not much magic left, though - sun's too bright.


What's next?


I wonder what that did...


Enjoy the party.


*You examine what appears to be a test print of tomorrow's broadsheet. Numerous corrections are marked in red ink.*<br>


I failed you, Wulbren. I failed the Ironhands.


Someone - some<i>thing</i> - shed Flaming Fist armour like a second skin.


Chest's unlocked. My prayers are answered.


I hope you're a better fighter than you are a lover - I have a mission for you, direct from General Thorm.


Aw, come on.


The Elder stirs. Awakes!


Initiative v1


You're free... The Absolute must be keen to meet us.


We're okay. We're safe.


Don't just bloody stand there - find cover!


To the rescue.


Some of your species say knowledge is power. They are wrong. Knowledge is <i>everything</i>.


Damn thing could blot out the sun.


That's the plan, mister! We looted an entire inn - brought back enough booze to drown a dragon.


I can't stand here and do nothing.


<i>I believe that concludes this purchase order. We very much appreciate Lord Gortash's continued honouring of our humble establishment with his custom.</i>


Thank you!


Dying Burning<br>v4


More of those creatures. Not sure why they're attacking out in the open like this.


No - have you taken leave of your senses?!


Pallida mors!


Next, I take their life.


Slaughter this celestial being. Spill its blood into the void and through eradication of its goodness, be exalted.


Ellie May's ring? Guess I got there before him.


Spin a more fantastic fable. Entertain, engross, amuse me - or be amusement.


Huh. Where's Wyll?


Ha ha. Ahem. Most droll, Inquisitor. As you well know, the Crown of Karsus is lost.


<i>You are correct. I should be.</i>


Wyvern Whiskey, from Nimbral. Only the guild in Waterdeep imports this, I believe...


Hardly deserving of aid, but very well.


I'm sorry. It's the hunger... If you were to free us... there's no knowing what we'll do.


Good to see you again, even if you <i>have</i> put me out of pocket. The boss bet me five soul coins you'd reach the city in one piece.


We need to get out of here - before it's our turn.


Nonsense! They're tougher than they look. Plus, even if they lose a limb, they keep on going.


It's never been that simple before, I don't know why it would be now.


This 'blood' sounds important - could it still be here somewhere?


Refusal, er, refused! Scan will be initiated over protest. Hold still, citizen! Resistance will be punished.


I hope this proves to be worthwhile. We can hardly afford distractions.


This blade's wicked look matches its deeds - poor Father Lorgan.


I still hold your contract, and your presence here is a violation of Clause Fifteen, Subclause Four.


CoughIll<br>var 3


The printing block has never been so hot!


Go. You must awaken the wyrm.


Florrick - it's now or never!


Finish your business and be on your way.


*If thou readst this, trespasser: turn back, lest your life be forfeit.*


It won't be easy in Baldur's Gate, but I hope it'll be better than here, at least.


*Steel Watchers in operation during the coronation of Lord Gortash. Please refrain from criminal activity, and be courteous to the Flaming Fists.*


Damn thing's sozzled - might make for an unpredictable fight.


Oculus tempestatis!


Let's turn the tables.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


Armed scribes - but no sign of a struggle.


She told me when her cup ran dry, she'd come for the rest of me.


If you're looking for companionship, I hear they can cater to almost every taste in Sharess' Caress. I'm not on offer, unfortunately.


You couldn't have - not Formula Gruna. How... how could you?!


So, the Stone Lord is Minsc, Jaheira's old acquaintance? Painfully small world, at times.


I'm right behind you.


Up, weakling.


Your flesh will grow inside us. Better flesh, thinking flesh.


Spare me, please! PLEASE!


Nice thought, isn't it? This grass could be my mum's hair. The air in my lungs might be my dad telling me 'taters'. I like that.


Barbarian Idle Breaths


A scrying eye - or whatever's left of it.


Must have belonged to Lenore's dog.


Tsk'va. By Gith's honour, what was that?


Trigger the alarm, and Raphael will come swooping home on wings of malice to rip out your soul.


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Z'rell lacks faith.


Burned from the inside out. Whose work is this, I wonder?


Dying Deep Exhale


The strangest dream. A relief to wake from it...


I think that if a Gondian told me the sky was blue, I'd look outside and check.


With grandiose delusions like that, you'll fit perfectly in the news business. Pleasure to meet you - and as for <i>me...</i>


Wait - why did my collar just vibrate?


What an odd emblem. Don't think I've seen it before.


Just be careful out there, all right? I can't handle anyone else dying.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


Left out in plain sight like that? No - the Harpers are too smart for that.


He served his purpose. And you have served yours.


I've got you, my sweet girl. Mummy is here.


These footprints started in the sewers.


The highest of their rank - the True Souls - carry a tadpole just like yours. It is how they receive their orders. It is what makes them <i>obey</i>.


I'm so sorry.


What did that do?


You've the right look. Shifty eyes. A bit pale. The kind that cleans up vermin for pay.


Time to explore <i>your</i> underdark.


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


Dying Burning<br>v5


There're more than trinkets in here - only a true diabolist keeps a collection like this.


The past is the past, Elminster. And the future is... well, still to be decided. By me, not by Mystra.


Once the Watchers see off the cultists, we'll recoup what we've lost, and then some.


Orin... where is she? Not dead by another's hand, I hope.


We can't! Our brains are melting!


Hmm, let's see.<br>


Strip away every power if you wish. It will not save you.


It's surprisingly heavy. How would you secure it?


How? It's not possible.


The city's grubbiest tavern, and I had to move next to it.


An ally could be useful, at least for now. And when he's no longer useful - well, we can dispose of him then.


Of course. It speaks to both sides of you. After all, you cannot cast a shadow without some light.


Let's see.


We... bleed... <i>bleedchokeburnmaim</i>... for the Chosen... for Bhaal.


All right, captain. Just these three, then.


Purge yourself of these intoxicants, and come back to me when you are capable of serving as you should.


Let's get that patched up.


*That smell again - fetid flesh and bone. This is another of Mystic Carrion's runaways.*


No, please -


No signs of magic - not even a sickly spark.


She's got all kinds of <i>booyahg</i>. Sickly tastin' stuff - might make your limbs grow back, but it's as sour as a bugbear's widdle.


Don't mind me. I'm just enjoying the show.


Another fight. Let's go.


If you have any strength left, bring it to the battlefield. You certainly do not have enough to share my bed anymore.


My head is pounding... <br>


Hang on!


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 5


She's mean. But dad says she'll toughen me up.


But she's done what so few are able for. She's created her own path. And now she's got her folks back, too. I love to see it.


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic.


A shame. I wanted to show you just how rewarding the embrace of darkness could be... but perhaps it is not meant for you. Good night.


We were on the river. We were afraid to come ashore, but then we heard... screaming.


Alas, I've nothing to fill it with.


Time for a discreet word.


Philomeen was a sapper, kept a smokepowder stash. Find it and blow that wall open, I'm begging you.


Canto te!<br>v2


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


This will do.


Yes! Thank you - you won't regret it!


*Lower City Cemetery. 'Do honour to the dead, for their strvings in life brought us to where we are.'*


Such faculties of observation you possess! I'm ready, whatever's coming...


I won't go easy, if that's what yeh think.


I can't help myself - you look so <i>delicious</i>.


Listen closely <i>istik: </i>There will be <i>ghaik</i> - mind flayers - ahead. If they speak, do as they say. We must not reveal our minds are our own.


Looks like the hag made a shortcut. Clever.


Stabilio!


Do not! It is only Her mercy that keeps us safe in the darkness.


If I could cast Wish right now, you'd be an ant forever.


I mean, damn right I can! I don't need you. I'll do it myself. <i>Hmph!</i>


Poor lad would have been harpy feed if it wasn't for you.


A ghost? Ha HA! I am sunlight on water, dew on grass.


No!


Looks like we're in Elturgard. Some distance from the city of Baldur's Gate.


Feisty little thing, that pixie. I respect the moxie.


Well, I never! Keep it, then, you <i>lout</i>.


I've got a long road ahead.<br>


You possess <i>some</i> aptitude in that regard, but I'm afraid you aren't of the calibre required to be one of my regular clients.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


I knew Lorroakan amassed knowledge like a dragon with its hoard, but never could I have imagined such <i>wealth</i>.


I think not.


This land remains cloaked by Lady Shar's power - good. A shame it cost us Halsin as a travelling companion though. He may have been misguided, but I liked looking at him.


Folliage - collected from the many planes for study by <i>ghaik</i>.


NO! NO! <i>Stop that!</i>


V-very sorry - I didn't know. I swear I didn't know!


Out, foul deformity!


Whatever her reasons for doing so, Jaheira's choice to keep the scroll shows that she is not ready to give up her fight.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


Of course. The city is wealthy. If you save us, I shall raise a tax in your name. And we shall erect a statue.


Recovered


<i>Chk</i> - locked by some kind of mechanism.


Virtus et scientia!


Glad that caught my eye.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


<i>We spoke of my relationship with Duke Belynne Stelmane - a story I have told no one else.</i>


How well you've come to know me.


Worth a try.


Yes - <i>give in to your bloodlust</i>.


Lava's not supposed to explode, I don't think. Something's igniting it.


<i>But that is your problem. I will not let you put our survival at risk. I have Orpheus well under control. Stay away from him.</i>


But to cut the puzzle section? The best bit of any broadsheet? Madness, I tell you.


Fascinating.


My queen will see the truth and know this was the way forward. She will greet me in Tu'narath as the Comet's destroyer, the prince's ruin.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Non movere!<br>v2


After this, Cap, we're taking to open water. Just you, me, and the sharks.


*The dread is quick to set in - this was a mistake.*


This'll be mean.


The hells are you doing? Attack!


You're making me feel really needy. Haha.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


At least hear him out - you'll be surprised by what he has to offer.


Look at 'im! You got 'im good.


Recovered <br>V3


A special surprise.


Take cover!


Don't worry - I'm motivated to help you. Scars often tell such wonderful stories - I think yours might be truly exquisite. I'll see you soon.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


One, two, three; one, two, three...


We must be ready to confront the elder brain. One presides over every <i>ghaik</i> colony.


Hope your soul is in good hands.


I have just the thing.


Are our people doomed to eternally suffer at the hands of the lich queen Vlaakith?


'Witness... believes themselves... to be... dragon... possibly... deluded...'


Impero te!<br>v2


No tadpoles in this brine pool.


I could come with you, once I've taken care of my parents. They'll understand; they've always had each other. They'd want us to be happy.


I'll help.


I thought I was.


It's a beautiful night. I think I'll stay up to enjoy it while I still can. Rest well.


'Course! Mol said we would.


Apologies - I got rather lost in the metaphor there. Allow me to provide a map -


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


Tunnels under the Open Hand Temple. The name 'Father Lorgan' is jotted down alongside them.


As for <i>that </i>thing - it will remain tame as long as it believes we are thralls. It may be of use in the fight to come.


Who's the <i>hoon</i>, Greymon - another slave for the dig?


Of course a hag is involved. This is just the sort of foul trickery they thrive on.


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


*A pattern of blank minds, newly born. They carry only a bare shred of memory, inherited from something older.*


Journey's over, <i>istik</i>. It'll be swift.


I would rather be allied with a warlock than the spoiled son of a noble who has more experience with diplomats than devils.


And so, if you're at all amenable to the idea, I thought I could, perhaps, stay. There might even be room for two Dekarioses in Baldur's Gate?


Listen.


*As the trance stabilises, your breath deepens. Be it cure or cage, something must be done about the tadpole.*<br>


*The goblin seems unsure whether to bow to you or attack.*


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


Mundus vult decipi!


A wooden mask. Not bad, but it's seen better days.


Amusing. I am not sure you have the strength to satisfy either of us, let alone both.


Left out in plain sight like that? No - the Harpers are too smart for that.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


Are you sure of this course? It is not one that can be reversed, I fear.


Right - let's keep moving.


<i>I'll drink you dry as a desert</i>.


Lead the way. But try anything suspicious and I'll kill you, understand?


This leads to Athkatla. Perhaps I'll see it for myself, some day.


So much blood... Must be where Father Lorgan was slaughtered.<br>


Dying


Even the ground's been ground away. How?


Shut your shitholes, both of yeh. You owe my crew a tenday's worth o' coin, Nere - and it's time you shell out.


Confusio!


I think we can go through here - with a bit of force.<br>


Don't bleed out on me.


Gith on the hunt. They know something...


Gremishkas? Better be careful with any magic - spells set them off.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Brace yourself.


<i>Now kill it.</i>


<i>Aylin. </i>We'll see you later.


Which worg upchucked you?


'Dear mother - saw my first gibbering mouther, and sorry I ever compared you.'<br>


A waste of good healing.


Baby steps though, right? We don't want to go diving head first into illithid magic.


Room's getting all spinny.


You placed the Crown upon me in the depths of Moonrise Towers, and there I was born.


What might be found?


The Dark Lady, befouled by the Absolute's mark.


She watches, in my atelier... She has come back...


Very well. I will mark your map.


A bold move. It's a gamble, but if we play this right, it could work well for us.


Mother of Cats! Feline of Felicity! The only deity one should ever swear fealty to in these nine lives!


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 3


Damned gnolls are everywhere.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Dying Burning


Resisto!


A toast! To our victory!


Sounds like something you'd say if you had no idea.


I apologise my lady, the key to the collections box has gone missing.


Look - the hag's staff. Perfect for Gale.


I lead the way.


PainTeeth<br>var 2


There's always one.


Gah! Yes. Yes, <i>True Soul.</i>


A god's idol has to have some magic lingering in it. Your sort of thing, Gale?


Lia, Cal, if you see this... I'm dead. It's nothing to get upset about - it's simply the way life is.


<i>Then I will do once more what must be done.</i>


I'll pass it up the chain of command - whatever good it'll do for the Grand Duke.


Too many have fallen, but our vengeance shall burn brighter than any pyre.


Thou quivering plague rat!


Quick and quiet.


Get in there!


Flagra!


I trust you'll treat whatever she had to say with the required lashings of salt. Better to keep your own wisdom than hers, Mr Dekarios. Or better yet, keep mine.


Dolor!


If what you've said is true, no one has anything to fear.


Silvanus, guide my blows.


Get 'em, Boo!


What is that symbol supposed to mean?


But she is not alone - with Karlach she descended unto Avernus and found a veritable feast of bloodshed, intrigue, and conquest to be had.


No! I mean, I'm just - I quit. Nothing wrong with quitting a job.


Besides, there's plenty of foes out there for you to vent your impulses on.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


Such a trek, for the sake of a <b>view</b>? I will drink to your iron knees.


Your pretty words may have swayed others, <i>ghaik</i>, but they will not sway me.


A vampire spawn turned into mist. Didn't know they could do that.


What idiot? Where? Where?


All right, let's talk. Who knows when we'll have another chance.


<i>Illusion is my language. Just as words and actions are yours.</i>


Bathe in blood and ruin.


I have a lot on my mind.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


*As a young warrior on K'liir, you devoted your life to your queen.*


It grants them access to a 'tribunal'. From what I could gather, it's some sort of rite of initiation for aspiring cultists to prove their worth.


Thou inglorious hog.


An ordinary lamp. Not a trace of magic on it.


I don't care about me, you jumped-up apprentice! I came here to save Cal and Lia!


What's going on with that rune? Looks unstable somehow.


Bone SPLIT. Flesh TORN. All for the Dread Lord!


Effort v2


How about we start by talking to them, hm?


What creatures live in waters this dark?


Still blocked. A little extra force should clear the way.


Really? Well, this does complicate things... but then again... well, never mind.


Effort v10


Let's GO!


Don't do this - your life...


I'll feel that one later.


Obedi me!


Mind flayer horticulture.


Worth examining.


What in the Nine Hells have I done?


Can't see a thing.


Hrrk.


Don't worry - if you find something, you will know it.


I'm not Ethel - I swear!


Better move in carefully.<br>


And when I looked up, there was a harpy, ready to tear me to shreds.


*Power that is now fully unleashed and yours to command. All you have to do is decide what you're doing with it.*


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


Video veritatem!


Claw marks and spells. Is this Halsin's doing? Did he return to the grove?


Rolan? I knew the tiefling was a fool, but this?


I can tell you where to find her, but she won't be very chatty, I'm afraid.


((*Be arisen*))


Not in the tower itself. There is more here than we see, but my mind only holds fragments of my time here.


You know, you sound less and less like a true believer with every word.


I never forget someone who's done me a good turn. Neither does Cap. Thanks, mate.


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


<i>Drugnin</i>' prick-holes. I should piss in their drinks.


I bet this idol's powerful enough for Gale to get something out of it.


Oh, I'm perfectly fine, but the mood is well and truly dead.


Auntie Ethel? Be a dear and help, won't you?


...I fight alongside fools.


*It chooses to die docile in animal form. Only after its eyes fade does it become the monster it once was.*


To seek power for personal glory alone is a farce. A shame he can't see it.


I've been trying to return here as long as I can remember... which admittedly doesn't amount to much.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Perhaps a particle of sentimentality remains in Ketheric, and he mourns for his family. I do not know.


Very well. Take your moment.


True enough. You didn't kill them - just left them to die in that godforsaken tower.


Oh, there's a 'priority' fee, but not all of us have the barrels of gold to spare. Arsehole.


I can't stand here and do nothing.


Just one...


Nice one, Shadowheart. That thing in your pocket seems powerful as hell.


They're <i>coming.</i>


T'lak'ma Stil<i> - Friend in Freedom. I welcome you to the fight.</i>


Veni et iuva me!


I'll sort it. I always do. Might even have a little fun bashing devil bootlickers along the way.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Saw the crash... came quick... try 'n help folk...


It means love.


Not now, Tusk.


A nautiloid? Could it be?


Another illusion - is anything real down here?


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


Where are your guts? Your brawn?


I'll get you fit as a fox.


Think you rule the world just cuz ya got a scary face? Hah!


At last, we find a beacon of light amongst the darkness. And not a moment too soon - I'm quite ready for some respite.


There's always a choice - but you made yours. Now I make mine.


The rotting ritual dregs of a Nightfall feast - a decadent display.


Look for a way out. I'm not about to be contained by a few iron bars.


<i>This is not the place. We must find somewhere higher up to begin the climb. </i>


Looks like that's going to bruise.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


All mine.


*The teeth of the predator are curved, pointed, and have sunk in deep - some sort of feline.*


The shadows won't be banished without a fight. Once I open the portal, they'll swarm like carrion birds and try to destroy it. You must not let that happen.


Boo! Do not listen! Our friend has lost their mind!


*A single image haunts your mind - a tiefling corpse, carelessly mauled in the so-called House of Healing.*


He cannot hide forever, though. I will catch him and return him to Baldur's Gate.


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


<i>Bibberbang</i>!


Get. Me. Out of here. <i>Now.</i>


Now, do me a favour. Make room for the chumps.


This next spell should be interesting.


If their killer's still around, it's not Shar's name I'm most interested in saving.


I might share a bowl of venison stew with Halsin, but never a partner in dance.


Another day, another fight.


Hm. A game for surface children.


It's absolutely <i>massive.</i>


That's what makes it so good.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


You sleep. I'll keep watch.


Don't bleed out on me.


There is violence afoot. Until it is resolved, I cannot in good conscience see any customers. Guard yourself, little one.


Quickly - or I'll find someone else to do it for me.


Erker.


You bit me...? You're a vampire?!


I shall have you free in a moment.


Does what happened in the grove bother you?


A cambion? The Absolute truly does ensnare all sorts under its foul banner.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 3


Stop wasting time!


Vos curo!<br>v2


On my way.


*Jaheira's false face, dead here at your feet. And no true Jaheira to name you friend.*


Be there in a blink.


Don't stop singing...


*Z'rell's mind is a steel trap, but you cautiously ease your way in. You just need to shift her focus a little...*


I've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire? You'd better keep those fangs to yourself.


I <i>thought </i>it was you - saving my skin again, I see. Never seen a shapeshifted ox before, but I'm glad you dealt with it before <i>it </i>dealt with <i>us.</i>


I'm more worried about this parasite than a few goblins. We need a healer.


*Alas, this child is a tell-tale. The grown-ups will love hearing this.*


Nice - she saved us the work of killing that goblin ourselves.


If everyone else minds their business, I'll be fine.


Well done getting that creep off Dame Aylin's tail. The last thing she needs is more trouble dogging her heels.


No choice? We could have fought, and would have if he'd led the way. We might have lost, but it was a chance. Surrendering was certain death.


These guys are armed to the teeth. Why?


Now why would you ask me a question like that?


Attack Critical<br>var2


Swit swoo, woman! Never thought I'd be so delighted at the sight of a forehead. You look amazing!


It's up to us to look after her now. If she needs a rest, we carry her. If she needs a hand, she has ours. If she needs ears, we've got four between us. Whatever she needs.


I don't fancy meeting any passing guard - we need to leave.


Imitation horns, but barely distinguishable from the real thing.


That is not what I meant.


*The music shifts - still melancholic, but now streaked with hope.*


That all ya got? Bein' soft ain't gonna make 'im talk.


Deadlier than ever.


Heya, soldier - about that tadpole.


I feel lighter, unburdened, as if the softest push could send me drifting away.


I would expect my kin to choose less... dilapidated surroundings.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 3


Wulbren is still missing, and there are gnomes trapped in Moonrise Towers.


I won't forget your charity, saer - gods bless you!


Looks like there's a chest buried in that hay.


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 3


Recovered <br>V4


Better a quick draught than ceremorphosis, nonetheless.


Those beasts are here for a reason.


Let's explore.


And now I have to look up kobold burial rituals.


Don't count on me, and assume no aid is coming. Work with Jaheira. That Harper's mind is as sharp as her blade. Follow her guidance.


<i>Lorroakan. </i>Wizard that owns that shop. Sent me on a wild goose chase into a hive of goblins for some relic. Said it would be an easy take.


A <i>ghaik</i> training dummy. Practically tore my wrist off practising on one of these as a child.


And it sounds like your arse wants for a lashing, the way you talk out of it.


...you don't look well. Are you all right?


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


Aqua pura!


Must be the tadpole.


This plane is a blister of corruption.


No, Boo! It was not <i>'something I ate'.</i>


Might fit that chest.


The drink - it's turned necrotic!


Fun fact - musical instruments can also be used to murder.


You wouldn't hurt a pregnant woman, would you?


Look's like the fun's over. C'mon, let's see who else we can snatch.


Hmph. Terrible aftertaste. Maybe if it was stuck in a bit of brine...


You certainly came out on top, didn't you? But I'm more than happy to take a slight loss on this particular transaction. I <i>like</i> you.


That was horrible.


In Menzoberranzan, romance is commonly a luxury enjoyed between women. Men are mostly present for propagation.


<i>What are you doing? Stop!</i>


Tonight, then. Be ready.


Don't mind if I do.


The dark will swallow us all, in the end. Best to bow to it now.


We'll prove him wrong.


On my way.<br>


Together, we are unstoppable.


Good and dead. A monster like her deserves no better.


I've got you.


Easy as.<br>


You haven't even attempted to peek. I'm a little offended.


Hells. The great wyrm is nothing but bone and memories.


Minthara would have been a bitter foe, but by your side and with her mind her own, she will make a remarkable ally.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


What would you have me do?


But off with you. This is your day! Have a dance. Enjoy the music.


O-of course. I'd never!


I'd be a fool to let you turn your back. Pledge me your talents, and I'll pledge you mine.


What do we have here?<br>


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


Choose your words carefully. There is a difference between what is true, and what is right.


Fetid rat. <i>You will not take this city.</i>


Direct your blade at the heretic, duergar. You shall have your coin.


In a sense - yes. But that's because I didn't know what you were capable of.


You ascend the tower as a True Soul, and return as something more.


I know. Just - just try to hold on, all right? My father will come soon.


Looks to be a powerful weapon. I wonder if it was used on the githyanki nearby.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Grib couldn't guard his nose from his fingers.


Fiat lux!<br>v3


The magic nearly oozes from this flask. Gale might be interested.


It says there's a cellar here somewhere.


<i>The rest is up to them. Someone else must rise within the ranks to lead the revolution against Vlaakith. </i>


I don't like it, but if it comes to that, I suppose... we have it as an option.


Mors tua, vita mea!


Wait. Where's Karlach?


I must not stop.


Who put you in charge? I'll trust my own judgement.


Very well.


You didn't need to be so hard on him.


That's wot the bloke who wrote this said! Proper impressed by my brain-smarts, he woz.


VO_SFX : Downed v3


Now? Really?


*Ketheric Thorm - a familiar name. Halsin mentioned his stronghold deep underground.*


You should have just left me alone!


What if something happened to him?


A gem. Looks like it might fit in the altar from before.<br>


*According to what you've read, you have but seven days to find a cure... or that's the end of you. Better get moving.*


I said thank you - what more do you want? I'm a busy man, you know.


It seems you have made up with Mystra, Gale. Congratulations. Lady Shar has no love for your goddess... but I am glad you have someone to turn to.


*Hiss!* BAAAA.


No! You monster! I - I won't let you!


I know you want me, Karlach. You don't want to want me, of course. Which makes the longing all the more agonising.


Let me give you a hand.


I tried to wrest you from Bhaal's grip once already. Seems I failed.


It can't be far. We should check Gortash's corpse.


*Whose company will you seek, at least for tonight?*


Dying Burning<br>v5


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Send in the one in charge - <i>alone</i>.


No! What are you doing?!


I feel like I'm missing something here... what am I supposed to do?


Hmm, a pixie. Not what I expected to run into in these parts.


Have you lost your senses? All we've been through, and you just give in to ceremorphosis now?!


Look, I did as you said - I quit being a bard. You were right - I wasn't any good. But it... left me in a bad way.


Holli... Dylford... I serve... Umberlee...


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


Another letter from Orin.


Thanks for your help. Stop by Bonecloak's if you're ever in Baldur's Gate.


Hells... that's quite a view. What happened here? I'm not sure I want to step in there.<br>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Looks like we're in Elturgard. Some distance from the city of Baldur's Gate.


Just like Nettie told you in the grove.


...Yeah, she's not coming back.


Maybe if I squint?


Away, if you please. I am here at the service of Lady Birch.


*Squeak.*


That's why nothing's going to happen to us. We'll tell them what happened, and we'll be home in no time.


<i>Ngh</i>... it hurts...


Another damn day in this cave.<br>


Risus abundat!<br>v2


This forms a ring, once reunited with the piece found earlier.


Looks like someone's not a fan of Shar. Smeared the Absolute's symbol all over her.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Time to fetch Scratch from the kennels, I suppose.


Every fibre, every sinew of your being is torn apart and reformed into the repugnant flesh of a <i>ghaik</i>, or 'illithid'. <i>That </i>is ceremorphosis.


For the best. Death is too good for it.


A goddess abandoning you needn't be the end, Gale. Trust me, I know.


Hold on! Halsin will be out soon... right?


Those refugees have been leeching on our city for too long. If we don't show them we mean business, they'll bleed us dry.


Please, oh, <i>please. </i>It would mean so much to me.


GruntDisgust<br>var 1


The hag's lair. Glad I don't have to deal with <i>her</i> again.


You're too late.


Seems like this 'Mystic Carrion' offered Oskar his help. Time to find out what exactly that entailed.


Arde!


Ohohoho... Ettvard was <i>fuming</i> this morn... What a grand jape. It's best we lie low for a while, though - don't want him figuring us out.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 3


A noble proclamation. It must have you made you quite thirsty.


No idea. The man was always a mystery.


SmileOpen<br>var 2


Oak Father shield you, my friend.


Incredible news. Drop it near the cave-in and set it alight!


That's exactly it. And I tell you, I took one look at her, and I just knew. She was it.


It was worth a shot. Could have been other dogs in the area.


Frankly, I'm surprised you're willing to help us. Your kind aren't known for their decency - particularly when a <i>Sharran curse </i>is our greatest obstacle.


Nere is not without mercy, True Soul. These overgrown rats have given you a chance to earn my favour.


Carrion's essence is still knocking around this place. He'll be back until we sever whatever's tying him here.


You're right, I don't understand. You have a choice, but it sounds like you're actually considering this.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 3


SmileOpen<br>var 4


Your confidence grows. I'd almost think you believed your own words.


Well of course it's a trap! But now we know it's a trap, and that's half the battle.


Need to find a way forward.


Sorry about the nest. You guys find anything good today?


Yeah. My whole tribe's fallen for this shite. Traitorous bastards.


I need you.


Water. Sleep. Food. <i>Please.</i>


*As you approach your camp, the raucous celebrations have already begun.*


<i>I do not have the privilege of knowing the answer, but the consequences are clear enough. </i>


My memories of this place are grim. The reality is worse.


Blood sacrifices to Shar were made here in the darkness. I wonder how many have died here?


If they want our heads, best we take theirs first.


Why is it <i>always </i>a mephit?


Perhaps in time, I can help direct your violence. Until then, I will watch my back.


A dead tongue. Whoever worshipped here must be long gone.


I'll get you moving again.


I don't have anything to give you. I'm just a hatchling.


Like the Foundry, the Neurocitor's exterior is near impossible to penetrate. However, its inner circuitry is highly unstable. I'm going to rain fire upon it - from the inside out.


Try to keep up.


It is <i>so </i>lovely to see more young folk around the place. Really is.


If you require treatment, take a seat, kin. Or do you have a question?


I talked an erinyes out of her favourite soul coin without blinking. And you're not half as scary as she was.


Indeed. These creatures are mightier than they look.


Please - whatever orders Gortash gave you, once the roof collapses, we'll <i>all</i> drown! Including you!


Nine-Fingers will be missed. Right up until every other bastard here tries to fill her chair, at least.


Tempestas!


Shout


I'm fine. You don't have to keep checking.


I will deliver to her the Prince of the Comet. She shall exalt me. The gish will record my great deed in slate!


Perhaps they had no choice but to hide.


Risus abundat!<br>v3


At this particular junction, perhaps that is not so far from the truth.


These rocks look ancient. Not sure I could break them if I tried.


*There's a criminal on the loose. You realise you're about to be accused...*


Inaccessus!


*You realise that the weapon Voss speaks of is the gith artefact you carry. You cannot let him discover it - no matter what.*


Weak


Damn, completely stuck. I wonder when it was used last.


I've the plans and the sussur bark. Now I just need a forge.


Quite a display that was - usually I'm the one providing the drama on nights such as these.


This is nothing but junk!


The Chosen of Myrkul is dead - permanently, this time.


A well-guarded laboratory. What were they hiding down here?


I regret this already.


It was for the best. The cub would've died anyway.


Let's make this quick.


Probably another of the hag's mind games. Nothing more.


I may not belong to this land, but now, it belongs to me.


*Destroy the crown without first destroying your contract with Raphael, and there will be hells to pay. The devil will make sure of that.*


I really thought you wouldn't.


Anyways, you gotta call before the flip. Heads or tails?


Mate, I've boarded ships with less. And so has <i>Lora.</i>


The treacherous dragon-spawn who would steal from our queen.


Well, at least they seem to use the... <i>everything</i>... of everything. Not a title for me, I think.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 2


No kissing it better.


Someone's diary. Might explain what happened here.


I expect it will live up to its legend.


A-allergic? You mean just the beer can kill us?! G-get out of my way. I need some fresh air.


Stumbled... upon... them... interrupted... training...


A simple wanderer and monster hunter. But I'm no witchdoctor or cut-throat.


Did you hear this was the best place to buy fish in the city as well? Seems they neglected to mention the sea devils!


*The magic around the sigil hisses like a cornered cat. Your only option now, is to grab the hand and pull.*


Can't blame anyone for reacting with fear - but it might do to keep our condition on a need-to-know basis.


Kiai<br>var 2


Don't mind if I do.


A little pain for a lot of gold. And...


Mutatis mutandis!


Te absolvo!<br>v3


This is Mol's eyepatch - what's become of her?


Such opportunity, such butchery awaits us - it is a blessed day for Bhaal and all his loyal slaughterers.


Somebody is collecting organs. Either a student of the anatomy, or a lunatic.


I believe Thorm draws his power not from a divine source, but an arcane one.


The cult watches through it. And we can't risk more Twat-Souls showing up.


But - I nearly have it!


Stop rushing me. I'll go back when I'm ready.


Whatever he's left carved in my flesh, it's a mystery to me.


Wonder if you would've caught me. Would we have figured it all out, come to terms, or would it have been a case of last lunkhead standing?


Which is which, I wonder?


I shall aid you.


How long will you be down here, anyway?


This hero and no other can save this city from destruction. Of this I am certain.


I think we must first be melting the brain-freeze. My friend? Would you like my hamster to sit on your head...?


*Uncertainty fills the air. You have reached a fork in your path. In which direction will you travel?*


Did you follow a word of that?


We can lay down later.


You're welcome to try. Otherwise, back off.


Leader might still be around here. Eyes up.


That's one way to end a party. Let's mop up the goblin leftovers and get some rest.


The dead drow spoke of a forge. Must be the same one.<br>


*In an instant, Shadowheart hides the box from view.*


StrugglingOpen<br>var 1


<i>You will transform into something superior - the full potential of your tadpole present in every sinew, every nerve. Pure thought, pure power. </i>


Bet you can find another one, though. This place has tonnes of tunnels and stuff.


Secondly - while you panicking about my Zethino is nothing shy of adorable, there is no need. She's likely off partying in the Feywild - lucky thing.


Non movere!


And you... the way you speak... you're worse than the Absolutists here. At least they live with the pretence of purpose.


Always comes to this.


Veni et iuva me!


You better be damn sure about that. And that 'need' better have a time limit.


Open the gate!


No more roof. Time to get down from here.


Effort v2


So why haven't you done it? You were supposed to get the young ones out of the city.


An honour, True Soul.


<i>The Chosen are my heart, and you my many hands.</i>


Get confused by one, blown up by the other.


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


This place is crawling with Harpers. If Marcus managed to get himself infected, we would've known the same minute.


Perhaps there's still a way to learn something from him - the dead can't deny their knowledge, if asked the right question.


We underestimated an enemy.


Minimus!


Selûne. Fit only for a rubbish pile.


Thou art now faithless - <i>godless</i> - and doomed to wander the Fugue Plane for eternity.


Shar's embrace is something that was forced upon you. It is not your true nature.


A religion. Or a cult. All influenced by their Absolute.


Now that that's settled, we can get to finding a healer.


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


His shadow falls across you. Go forth and reap.


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


*'What can silence the Nightsong?'*


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


You must agree this is ludicrous! How are we meant to survive without our livelihoods?


Holli, one of Umberlee's beloved waveservants.


Now that's a lock that screams 'pick me'.


Hm - what was that?


It is ill-mannered to bite off more than you can chew, my <i>Lord.</i>


Cal...


<i>What?</i>


It's locked - from the other side. Wonder where it leads?<br>


Crescit eundo!


Her death will be temporary, but her anger... that will be permanent.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Ah - a Continual Flame. There's no dousing fire like this.


I have just the thing.


Murderers wandering our streets!


Let's focus on escaping, all right?


I still have no idea how you took my ring. Mol won't say it, but she's impressed.


*The tangle of corpses gape at you lifelessly.*


Pull the other one, pisspot. You're coming with me, we'll see what Manip Nestor has to say about this.


That thing didn't look friendly, whatever it is.


Ha! Ketheric Thorm would sooner die than lay down his rank cause. Isn't that right, <i>General</i>?


At first I thought we should avoid these 'gifts', no matter what advantage we gain.


Best act fast.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


The clown's foot, I wager. I wonder if it was odorous when he was alive as it is now.


VO_SFX : Spit


A curse that desecrates the ground itself? Almost impressive.


A mouse couldn't squeeze through those vines.


Feel better? Or were you hoping I'd cry?


Some tasty elf, jus' fer you.


Lae'zel had better hope Vlaakith appreciates her loyalty. Otherwise, she achieved nothing but kill a potential ally.


These idiot townies just don't get it. When a leader like Gortash gets snuffed, you got to tighten down the screws. It's expected, like.


Lick your wounds, wizard. Write some rickety rhymes, and weep most manfully into your hamster's hide. Eh - your <i>cat's</i> hide.


On the double, one hoof quickly following the other!


Where am I? I don't like this dream!


Keeping pace.


Present company excluded, I hope.


Damn thing is jammed shut. Won't turn like this.<br>


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v3


Here we go.


Oh, <i>hells</i>.


Laughter


This ain't a show. Go make yourself useful or get lost.


The smell getting to you, Lae'zel?


I won't go easy, if that's what yeh think.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


--firestormer--
     -ground-razer---
--MINE--


Excuse me madam. Hello?


So they kept the 'Blood of Lathander' here? No wonder it was looted.


Wait, I know this head. It belongs to Dribbles the clown!


Ale me!<br>v2


<i>Antagonistic to the very end. </i>


Impero tibi!


Hells' hallows - the ceremony's gone on for days, seems like.


Darkness take you!


I'm going to scavenge what supplies I can to make sure my people are fed on the road.


Rolan...? Is he looking to get himself killed?


MHMMMM. MHM!


That odd staff might be of interest to Gale.


Those beasts are here for a reason.


<i>Behold, </i>the fool of fools.<i></i>


Nobody's gonna lay a finger on me. Not this time!


It seems I need to put you in your place one last time. Then you're the master's.


Well! Perhaps Wulbren is right. Perhaps I ought to return to Baldur's Gate.


I'm going to keep an eye on this thing - just in case it decides to rise and shine.


Your eyeball is staying in your head - although it would look <i>delightful </i>on a necklace.


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


Eltan. I am my father's son. Will you really trust the word of a devil over mine?


<i>You must bear proof of the Dread Lord's favour - or pay His toll of blood. </i>


I have nothing to lose anymore. I'm burning up - burning out. But this is something I can still do - this is how I can help save the city I love.


Beating thee would soil my hands.


I hope the kids liked it...


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


'Companion'? Ohhh, I <i>see.</i> Sale of the flesh is an admirable trade - I'm sure you'll find another benefactor!


As glad as I am to be free, Avernus is in me still. Less of a <i>garden </i>and more of a... I don't know, a <i>pit</i>. But when I try to look inside, I can't feel anything.


*The <i>zaith'isk</i>. This unnatural device offers your best chance of purification.*


Surrender? A disgusting notion.


Now you need my help.


Myconids... made me... hurt myself...


*The endlessness of everything and nothing. Black stones, grey cliffs, and the condemned held in cages. A place to lose yourself for a blissful eternity.*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Gentlemen - contain yourselves. This quarrel sours our feast. Besides - taste like pork!


By Gond's hammer, I'll have this done in record time - I swear it.


If Scratch won't pick it up, I guess I will.


<i>Stare at me. Study me. This Harper's face bores me - perhaps I'll steal yours next.</i>


Do I? But you look just like her. Minus one horn.


If you must.


This next spell should be interesting.


A duergar? Tell me, Sazza, did your misadventures take you to the Underdark?


I think cooking is really my main talent.


Make this count.


I think I'm going to be sick...<br>


I hope I'll find a bard in the city. The kids would love a little show, I'm sure of it!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 2


I assure you, when I tell someone they're wonderful - I mean it. And you are wonderful.


May I test that theory?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


The goblins are gone, but so is our idol. We are exposed without it.


Let the goblins kill them. At least they'll enjoy it.


This sensation - these flowers are absorbing all the magic in the air.


What exactly have I left to squander?


My kin wield their spears formidably. It would be foolish to provoke battle with them now.


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


Careful! Hurts!


A weapon is only an asset for as long as it isn't pointed at you.


Oh, but do enjoy yourself this night. I intend to, myself. Gale looks particularly tempting.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Hang on, we need to find a way out of this chamber as well!


If it will help.<br>


AAARGH!


Kill him. Make it swift and clean.


I'm so glad I found - wait!


At your command.


Child of Gith. I've not come to kill you. I've come to aid you.


Care to share any of Minthara's weaknesses? Or would it take too long to go through them all?


This must be where they harvest the tadpoles. We're close to the source of the infections.


I see you lost your manners, along with the greatest of your gifts.


Goblins. Gnolls. Even elves that look like you.


Halsin will guide us forward, and Kagha's heart will heal. I have full faith in that.


You are taking the fight to the very Hells themselves, Wyll? I can think of none more capable.


Looking at something?


What...? You... you're one of <i>them </i>- the ones who were attacking the ship.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 5


I have already broken my oath. I'll happily break you as well.


I let my guard down. It won't happen again.


Try to find me now, brat!


<i>Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith.</i> We will not waste a second.


Spot anything?


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


That's not an answer!


First, you must bring me Thrumbo's body.


I'll remain by your side, but as an ally and nothing more. Keep testing my patience, and I'll leave for good, tadpole be damned.


I saw in your mind, when we spoke above. Quite an adventure has brought you to this point - illithids, kidnapping, infection, the Hells, hunted by cultists and githyanki alike... and of course, the artefact.


Neither was I. Not until I sank the dagger into Cazador's chest and the light went out of his eyes.


SmileOpen<br>var 3


Snore
zzZzz


Buff


No prayers needed. On my way.


What is needed?


Barely got away. Those githyanki aren't so lucky.


Scab-licking vagrant!


*Jubilation rises across the city. Baldur's Gate will live to fight another day, and it's all because of you.*


*You feel a chuckle coming on - but it soon fades.*


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 2


Greetings.


There are others... I couldn't help them, but you - please. You've got to help. Save as many as you can!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


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


Ugh, take it. Now begone, you vulture.


Vlaakith's words have set Lae'zel's mind, it seems. I would not wish to be the one that the Lich Queen unleashes her upon.


Ha ha, you spotted it! It's spy candy, 'cause I'm a spy for the Absolute! Whee!


And go where? I don't think I quite know how to be anywhere else but here anymore.


Your suffering will be eternal.


Dying


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


Ellie May's ring? Guess I got there before him.


I wouldn't be standing here if you were allowed to pass.


I'm here.


I don't mind sharing the rewards.


Resarcio!


...Aye.


Ah! My finger.


Oh, gods damn it!


((*cure the Rot. <b>end it</b>*))


Victory v3


The hells are you doing in here?


Kozakuran. The same tongue was scribed on the door.


She does not make such a gesture lightly. The hourglass measuring our time for such alternatives has but a few grains remaining.


*He doesn't finish the thought. It slides away as the light fades from his eyes.*


Argh, that's hot!


Not working.


*It shudders, twisted by your brutal honesty.*


Dead bird. The curse must've gotten to it.


Damn knots...


There is a vile necromantic energy emenating from this jar.


But he won't have him for long. Come morning, those vamps are mine.<br>


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


GruntDisgust<br>var 3


So when I saw there was nobody on the beach, I snuck over.


They would've killed me if I refused to rig the toys - and they're definitely going to kill me now!


In Vlaakith's name!


*You've been here before, and you'll be here again. The clown is sizing you up, getting your measure.*


We'll need a cover story...


Nothing. Perhaps it needs to be activated somehow.<br>


Please, just let us go and we'll be out of your way.


I don't care how many they make. Machines won't ever replace the Fist.


This... isn't meant for my sort of stomach. Bluh.


Of course. We look after our own.


Some General up there giving the orders, the way Nere told it.


My... training... must get to... Lorroakan.


You did what you could, Zor. I'm sure you did.


Closed Mouth Effort


Vae victis!<br>v3


More words, more prattle. You always adored the sound of your own voice. It's why the others hated you so.


My place is with you.


No more than anyone else. Well. Maybe slightly more. But that's the past now. I'm free. More free than I've ever been, now.


I've got something special for you.


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


The Blade of Frontiers, ever at your service - and ever in awe of your skill.


Park's no place for a stroll anymore - more like to find a mugging than a picnic these days.


She must pay for her crimes. If you capture her, you will have served Tyr where we could not.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Nothing I didn't already know.


*Mayhaps that child was already a murderer.*


Yes, everything's gonna be fine... once I get there...


Are there no flowers in Tu'narath?


There's an adamantine forge back there, <i>jargh. </i>And I'm not the sharing type.


Gonna <i>dress</i> you in your own innards - how's that?


The way to Ansur is in Wyrm's Rock Prison. Torches are locks - and a spark is the key.


*You've been caught red-handed. Hopefully you're a better fighter than you are a pickpocket.*


Laughter


I wonder where we'll go first? Waterdeep? Neverwinter?


Away, <i>insect.</i>


Cunning, am I? Ah, you see me as a schemer, an exploiter. You've pegged me wrong, Wyll.


That's rather a broad topic - we get all sorts here. But there is one frequent visitor whose very presence offends me.


Quite right, it's - wait, what do you mean 'again'?


If everyone else minds their business, I'll be fine.


Really? Good gods.


They just keep coming - we can't keep fighting them forever!


*Your voice draws their attention. They are suspicious, then curious, and finally at peace.*


Weak


I suppose it is on me for not being more specific. But Madeline suffered, that is all that matters.


Oh hells, why not? All hail MAHKLOOMPAH!


BreathShortOpen<br>var 2


Don't give me trouble now.<br>


That's that settled.


Come here. Let's have a look at you.


What a tragic loss! Now how will my theory be proven? Woe and alas!


Heartening words - if only they came from the lips of another. This is no time for delusion - we are not close, you and I.


Frustrating, that.


Once we're patched up, we're gone.


Now, well - I'd be lying if I said I'd never thought about my mother. What life would've been like if she'd lived.


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


Good find.


Tight fit. I barely got through.


Amo sanguinem!


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


I wager that blade has a mighty enchantment. Gale could tell me more.


What now?


You were lucky that you only lost an eye. You could have lost much more.


I won't leave you behind.


The plan is simple - draw them close with your tadpole, we attack from above, and you collect the lantern once they're dead.


Victory v4


The device siphons power from whomever lies in that cradle. I can think of a few worthy candidates...


An infernal mechanic could do it - and quickly. I'm hanging on, but just by my fingertips.


I need to get off this building before that thing explodes!


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


The price of insubordination. You could have been blissfully ignorant if you stayed in my embrace. But you strayed. And now you choose.


Silvanus strengthen your hand.


Got to concentrate.<br>


Seemed to work.<br>


Is there anything you need? Act fast if you do - the ritual will be complete before too long.


Hush. You have already taken the first difficult step. Now you merely have to sit here a while and talk to me.


Let us see...


So yes, I do worry about facing him. But if we can get his attention, finding the ritual's location will be much easier, and that could give me the edge I need.


Illithid writing. Meaningless to me.


Doesn't he have family who could look after him? The fellow's a few haystalks short of a stack.


Get back!


The Prince of the Comet has come!


Disgusting. I'll be damned if that's in store for <i>us.</i>


I have to do everything.


It's far from the fate you deserve for the scale of your sacrifice, but I understand why you feel the need to do it.


Gods damn it all - fine. Here - take it and go.


These big dopes could guard the place themselves. Let us off the hook.


Let's use this.


Thou inglorious hog.


Not happening. Damays - now!


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Effort v8


Descend to her.


What in the Hells was that?


O-okay. Let's do that, please.


Suppose I should get you back up.


So, this Mystic Carrion may know what went so wrong for poor Oskar.


*A thousand years of humanoid history - elves, dwarves, humans and more - flash behind your eyes.*


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


Te adstringo linguam!


*Crooks and swindlers beware - steal from the Devil's Fee, and it won't be the Flaming Fist who come knocking.*


No more tadpoles in here. Wonder what happened to them?


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


*The circle is broken. Nothing but scuff marks on rotted wood.*


I remain unshown.


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


Unlocked somewhere else.


Besides, it's better than another fluff piece about the Gate's nobility.


When the order to transform is given, it will not be a matter of days - they will be mind flayers in an instant.


A Sharran idol? It's beautifully crafted.


You've come from the shadows and wasted no time accusing one of our companions of treason. It's all a little... odd.


The engravings on the ring match the language on that strange door. I still can't read it, though.


To new horizons.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!


Moonlight, guidance, <i>tides</i>... how fascinating. Consider me converted, Selûne.


I'll be ready. Whatever you have to say had better be worth your life.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale


Aren't you the bloke who exposed the bloody bastard? Access gods-damned <i>granted</i>.


It is not my fault they died. I was only upholding father's code. Even he was not strong enough to follow it.


Another mention of this forge. Seems a few drow were searching for it.


If we find it, maybe we can turn it against him?


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


By the hells, what <i>is </i>that?


You're not sun-scum. You should know not to make that much noise.


No. It cannot be. CANNOT!


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


A mystery, even to me.


*The past becomes present, and Wyll's thoughts are laid bare. Ravengard sees Wyll partnering with Mizora to defeat Tiamat's cultists before they could lay siege to Baldur's Gate.*


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


*Lady Shar's symbol. Her face etched in stone. Robed figures, with faces you know you <i>should </i>know. All of it linked by the pain. All of it linked to Lady Shar.*


The shadows are draining me - I can't just walk through them like before.


Rion said she'd make you sorry you taught me that. She's inside.


Her Guild is disorganised. Undisciplined. The cult broke them in a matter of days, while my Zhentarim still stand strong.


Nice boat - I wonder what it's doing here?


Let's not linger long. I have no desire to avail ourselves of a vampire lord's hospitality.


Non fit injura!<br>v3


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


If you prefer the kinder type, I'll sweetly slurp your guts like tripe!


Whatever door this key opens, it's a heavy one. One in the Counting House's vaults, perhaps.


<i>Damn it!  Dunno why Minthara hasn't killed us yet, but it ain't gonna last.</i>


<i>My old wardrobe - the home of all my disguises. We are what we appear to be, and so appearances matter.</i>


<i>Htak'a!</i>


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Won't budge.


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


You're a vampire! I can't believe I trusted you - let you share my camp.


I won't let you suffer.


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


Don't be shy. This armour can't keep you alive if it's sitting here with me.


EffortMouthOpen<br>ver 1


What to do?<br>


GaspFrightened<br>var 1


These little markings look like goblins and gnolls - right in our path.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


That's just rude.


Ugh! What is that? Rotting flesh?


Gone already. Perhaps the amulet can offer some insight.


*She speaks your mother dialect - 'the best knife is the unseen one'. A curious sentiment for such a place.*


If only all our enemies could be convinced to take themselves out.


Jan Jansen. I admired his respect for growing things. Less so, his disregard for his own ripe smell.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


*You stop resisting, your arm bending with the movement of the flesh. And suddenly, an opening appears.*


What's this? The skull is vibrating...


You're suffering - I see it. Perhaps the shadow curse still lingers? No. You are more than cursed. You are <i>taken</i>.


Anything but. I don't fight to be flattered, Lae'zel. I fight to save lives.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


I had no intention of following thee. We will find one another regardless.


Mind flayer horticulture.


Burned from the inside out. Whose work is this, I wonder?


I'm really worried about Umi.


This Mystic Carrion offered answers to Oskar. Perhaps he will do the same for us.


Attack Critical<br>


Dodge
v2


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Relinquishing the stone to him makes us servants, not allies. We should keep what we have earned.


I have something to ask.


I'd be a fool to go after Cazador before sunrise. For now, I should rest.


Please, just try it. I promise it's good.


Yeah?


Happy. Another job - just a little light finger-work this time.


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


*Steel Watch Foundry - Entry Prohibited! By order of Lord Gortash.*


<i>Behold, </i>the fool of fools.<i></i>


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


Out of sight, out of mind.


<i>You took the devil's deal. And lied to me.</i>


Bloody hells, who were that lot? And the captain - she's dead!


For what? If we hadn't stayed in the grove, if we hadn't listened to you, Rolan might be alive.


This is the same forge the memory shard showed us, surely?


I know your kind. You see only victims and villains.


I see a warrior. A fighter. I see who I was born to be.


Perhaps if I threw Boo, Scratch would come running... do not think I missed that hungry look, hound.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 4


I thought your faith in Vlaakith was unshakeable, Lae'zel. Perhaps Voss will prove to be a more worthy ally.


We drow are sensitive to psionic power. And this place throbs with mental power such as I have never known.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 3


Bring us news, my friend. Bring us hope.


Risum teneatis?


You persevere, though you struggled in my trials. Admirable, perhaps.


How much longer will this take?<br>


Wonder what's past this.


Flowering meadows and fecund soil have softened their minds and muscles.


You're bleeding. Again.


Signum arcanum!


Listen, uh, I got me some business over on the other side of yonder mountain. See you never, yeah?


Did I say interesting? I meant terrible, of course. A terrible strategy...


Someone I miss and... lost, I suppose.


Really? She's more interesting than I gave her credit for.


If I've counted my footsteps correctly, this door leads to the Foundry's depths - and the Neurocitor.


*A vandal's been damaging property around here. You have a feeling you're under suspicion.*


Death becomes you.


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


Glacies!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Arfur was responsible for the explosive toys. A cowardly way to cull the refugees.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


I'm sorry. Not the sort of thing you want to hear, I'm sure.


Strike hard. Strike fast.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Use the <i>zaith'isk</i>... remove the parasite...


His hands are empty as a hole - will have to send him back out soon enough.


I could just feel it. Evil, radiating out of every bloody apple.


They're seeking a weapon. I wonder if they mean that odd artefact...


Of course, my darling. I completely understand.


Intactilis sum!


Honoured Spawn, have you come to peruse the instruments once more?


Tanks, but no tanks.


Every step into the darkness leads us away from the crèche. Cleansing awaits - do not lose sight of our prize.


There's no stopping you, is there?


That may be, but General Thorm wanted one of them returned to Moonrise <i>alive</i>. The Cleric Isobel.


I'll keep an eye for other True Souls and then head to camp. Can't get out of here fast enough.


I will be feared, this much is true. As a monster? No. As a champion? Most certainly.


Heh. Seen 'er carve more folk than she's cured. Still, she's a Chosen o' the Absolute now.


Hells - as if the targets on our backs weren't already plain enough.


... think they've locked 'im in the cells already.


Who's the stubborn one now?


The Blood War. But believe me, my friend, the fighting wasn't even the worst part.<br>


Hello hello, and all that.


A Harper must sometimes invite herself in.


What's that symbol I spy?


Lady Shar has spoken. I live to serve her chosen vessel.


*The corpse remains silent.*


I just want a little look.


I've figured it out. Exactly what I want to do with you.


Hostium munera!<br>v2


The point is - I have hope. Each new sunrise may yet be the one to coax our budding bond to blossom. But I think it's fair to say -  it won't be today's.


I have vanquished your foes.


I told you to leave that alone!


Ugh, that stench. Body must have been here a good while.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


I ought to leave this to Shadowheart. She needs answers.


I have marshalled the best the Flaming Fist has to offer. We will fight to the last.


Our dead fought well. They died well. I hope I can live up to their example.


Now get the hells out of my city.


*With their help, you have uncovered the cult for what it really is - a plan of conquest orchestrated by the gods of death themselves.*


Dying Deep Exhale


Another scrying eye. Best to keep my distance.


*'The Heart of the Absolute'... You will find it where it beats, and learn <i>exactly </i>what she's afraid of.*


Ugh. The General has led many soldiers - and your form is by <i>far</i> the sloppiest.


We're burnin' Her name across the face o' the world, we are.


Tremendous news. She proves as loyal to you as she is to me.


Risum teneatis?


Back to your revelry, then - when I have crafted your legend for you, no doubt you shall hear of it.


Those two must have history.


Non movere!<br>v3


Oh, well, er, one of the missing letters is my own correspondence.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


You will do your duty - or be githyanki no longer.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


When will I get to train the dogs again, Miss Mar'hyah?


Effort v3


Dying


Its actors dwell there still, mired in the languor of their long-tired scenes.


'Lies! Gith made no such proclamation. Vlaakith seized the empire against the Mother's wishes.'


A wise choice.


She was just a <i>child.</i>


<i>Warning. System failure. Warning.</i>


If my suspicions are correct, the crown currently perched atop the elder brain may be one of Karsus' design. And now we hold the very tome that could confirm it.


<i>Zevlor! War summons you once again. Show me how you answer.</i>


*Your bribe only reveals the truth: you're the criminal, and criminals belong in a cell.*


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


You'd turn into an illithid before you know it.


Are you serious? Thanks so much! I've gotta tell Mol.


Be there in a blink.


So cold... there's something coming. I can feel it in the shadows...


I hate it had to end like this. A torturous fate by any measure.


Listen to reason, for once in your life. I'm sorry you feel wronged about how things ended between us, but that was ten years ago. We must look to the future.


These are Sharran weapons. I would recognise the Nightsinger's blades anywhere.


I can picture you getting mixed up in some outrageous shit. Giants, beholders, Thayans, the works.


The city - yes, that's top priority. Wulbren's affairs need to be... organised.


*You're weighing up your prospects when a faint noise jerks you alert. There's someone in the dark...*


Gods, I hope Mol is all right.


*It reminds you of the symbol people say has been seen at recent ritual murder sites. You should investigate those serial killings.*


But don't tarry. The greater the opportunity, the shorter its visit.


I can't see any way to disarm it.


Danse macabre.


The mark of the Absolute. I guess there can be only one.


And did young Wyll ever catch anything?


You're <i>welcome.</i>


Hells - what did that mind flayer do to me?


The runt's <i>ours</i>. You should've taken a wide path around us.


Now if only words would flow out of him.


I used to like this neighbourhood. It was quieter than inside the walls - darker too.


Feisty little darling, isn't she?


You are not just your fear and your doubts. You are your bravery and your valour, your skill and your strength. Let those voices drown out the others.


Time to bite, my owlbear friend!


Watch it - the acid's altered his brew.


A hag? Now that's an ugly and glorious song.


Cudo! v2


I've got a long road ahead.<br>


*What comes next for Lae'zel of K'liir?*