Fate is written, and I have read it... you shall know soon enough.


We should cut off his head. Would make a nice trophy.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


I see you're still lost for words about the whole thing. No matter - what can I do for you?


Hope your soul is in good hands.


I can't tell you. I <i>won't</i> tell you.


I'd hate to get between the gith and her trophy. No, I think we'll end this evening as friends.


Watch the beak!


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


An eerily chilling scene, this. I suspect many a spectre was present at this blighted feast.


You won't feel a thing.


Like <i>what? </i>Listen, we need to get out of here - these people are nuts.


Enjoy yourself, soldier. You deserve it.


Not for me, thanks. I've seen more appetising fare strewn across the floor of a goblin abattoir.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


Yer flesh is marked!


Let us have words.


Of course.


Not without its mother by its side. What now?


Might fit that chest.


They won't be needing this place again.


The Absolute fairly ripped your hand off. That's no way to tempt us into a meeting.


I know that face - you're the one from the gazette!


Ah! Right as - what were you saying?


Duh-dum-dum, duh-dum-dum, round and round...


Give it a decade, or ten - then you'll know it like the back of your hand.


'Aggression'.


Withers! Be a good skeleton and fetch that ball.<br>


Victory v2


An interloper receives the Majesty's blessing before us?


Do as I do. We'll be fine as long as we show the <i>ch'r'ai</i> respect.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Seco!


A pity. I thought your bond a mighty oak. Instead, it is kindling - a brush of fire shall make it crumble.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


There's a line. <i>Order.</i> If we can't keep that much, then we deserve to fall to some cult army.


Some parts of the city are off-limits, mate. This is one of 'em.


Ugh.


That disc is moving - might be useful to navigate this place.


Well done, soldier. Solidarity keeps the troop together.


So cold... there's something coming. I can feel it in the shadows...


Te video!


That's it - you're done for now.


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 2


Well. Maybe not <i>elderly.</i>


Well, that's... not great?


Flagello!


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


I did not. Although I suspect you knew that much already.


Red dragon! Take cover!


Dying


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Gods. Such a vicious attack, and I slept through her cries.


They won't be back here any time soon, thanks to us.


Mind flayer machinery. Better watch what I touch.


You're truly unpleasant sometimes, you know? Don't know why I bother.


While they're distracted.


Thou necrotic stump!


I hope it means 'escape'. Unlikely, though.


But have it your way. I'm happy to entertain myself.


*You see only darkness. Her voice shines through it, warmer than sun yet cooler than night.*


Is that Arabella's mother she's tending? Our little idol thief has some terrible luck.


Purification is your duty. The pain is hardly relevant.


Morio!


I've got your back!<br>


Pigeon feathers, although there is a distinct lack of pigeon.


It's evil in here. Let's get in and get out fast.


*Sniff.* Such a juicy customer.


Thanks for spending time with the kids. I just wish... well. Thanks.


We go and have a little chat with Nestor. Well, <i>you</i> do.


Thulla... we can't... we can't <i>leave</i> her like this.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


... you were so close. <i>So close </i>to walking out of this alive.


Is this what it has come to?


Nearly two hundred years and I never came back. Not since the night I woke up down there.


Drop the blade, duergar. You shall have your coin.


I'll wait. You'll be back.


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


*This damned soul has sense enough left to realise you're an imposter in the hells, and is about to raise the alarm.*


The heart of a saviour hath overshadowed the mind of a murderer.


*Your face - the Stone Lord's face - mirrored in bloodied steel. In the heat of burning buildings, you hold your blade high above pale, frightened faces.*


Do <i>not</i> scratch at your stitches. Just ask Boo to do it.


Danger! Danger! 'Evil Adventurers Put City in Danger'! What will the Flaming Fist do about it?


Auribus teneo lupum!


That disguised journal spoke of this Adamantine Forge as well. Interesting.


This place has been used to make slaves of those who should be masters.


But I will attend to the Prism's occupant, in time. Perhaps your mission can still be fulfilled... but it will not come at the cost of mine.


Listen up! In Baldur's Gate, you <i>do not </i>mouth off to the Flaming Fist!


Hells - his brew's turned to poison.


Wulbren's dead? <i>Gh'rack!</i> Now what do we do?


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Victory v4


Damned gnolls are everywhere.


Absolutely worthless.


Now - I must inform you of my news.


Do you know, I've quite heard my fill of threats today. They are weak currency, quite devalued.


A pick-me-up, if you will.


I don't want to leave.


As you like. Thank you, for spending this time with me. If only there was more.


Help! Get me out of this thing before the whole building collapses!


Duke Ravengard! Don't worry, Duke - I'm getting out of there.


I don't know exactly what lies ahead for me, but at least now I can choose my own path. With you at my side, if you wish.


Maybe if I squint?


I'll save you, I swear it!


*A terrible idea, surely. He barely tolerates you as it is - the chances that he'll show understanding are vanishingly slim.*


*The door with the red script remains locked. It may open only to a password.*


Why does a man like him do anything? Power - spite - some kind of twisted, personal morality.


Not now! Not when Cazador's finally mine.


A trail - small footprints. They lead to that cave.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


We ought to head out now - burn everything between here and the city.


Yes it is. I'm her mother - I'm supposed to keep her safe.


I agree. But we can't leave our posts, not with all the patriars meeting in Wyrm's Rock for the coronation.


All right, then.


Don't blame you for trying, but I gotta eat. Give me the amulet, I pay you fair, and we're square.


She gave 'em a dagger each, and told 'em to press it against their stomachs.


No trespassing, got it?


I'd believe you if you said one plus one is seven.


In a moment. I need to think.


Killers and thieves, far as the eye can see.


Sorry, mate, no time to chat - just here to make an offering then leave. In and out, yeah?


Treme!


Cora... My darling... No...


This might sting. Whatever.


Perhaps it needs a magic word? Try 'please'. Or 'sledgehammer'.


I'll drop it when you're dead.


Don't need you to dismiss me. Just remember what I said.


Damn. Too broken to help us through the shadows.


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


Perhaps I am. For two hundred years, the sun would have turned me to cinders. Now I stand here like it's nothing.


Get the bottle, hand me the bottle - it's not hard.


Your head's empty as a debtor's purse.


Only when the occasion suits.


Stupefacio!


You fought well. And so did these creatures, thanks to our leadership.


Their eyes are made for darkness. Strike with fire - or light.


Word to the wise, friend. You <i>do not </i>want to be looking for work around these parts.


Minsc believes in you! And not just because his hamster told him to.


This is nothing but junk!


Malleus!


It vexes me to know of you.


<i>These deathless dreams hold memories of a mortal life once-forgotten. Of the boy I was, the man I became, the monster that will not end.</i>


It could be a good thing though, right? The only way we'll find out is by trying it out.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Backstabbing <i>swine</i>. Absolute'll be stronger once you're dead.


Tired, I take it?


Let's get this over with.


I've never seen this language before. Who was worshipped here?


Bloody <i>cold </i>down here.


His former master destroyed, thousands of souls sacrificed, and his place as the Vampire Ascendant secured. His parties alone are worthy of ballads and legends.


There's not much escapes her sights, that's for certain. But she can hardly have told you this herself. Why so sure?


...Of course! Forgive me, you have your own business to attend to, I'm sure.


Hells - his brew's turned to poison.


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


Someone cut these men to pieces. I doubt they had time to scream.


But I confess, that doesn't explain all your symptoms. Some of the things you told me, why, I've never heard of a parasite doing that! This is <i>serious.</i>


Someone got to her first. Damn it.


GaspSurprised<br>var 1


Mors animae!


By Vlaakith - we may not forsake it, nor it us.


You could send an elf to sleep!


The Nightsong is silenced. You have done well, Shadowheart.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


Sharess' Caress? The Mamzell's brainchild. 'Wet your tongue, soak your skin, scratch your itch.'


We can't wait any longer, I'm <i>sorry.</i>


Take it. One motion. Across the neck.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


<i>I would offer it as a gift, but in truth, the ring is priceless. Is there anything you could offer me in turn?</i>


Tactful as ever. But now it is only your candour I require.


Let's have a look.


That door is like a cork. Pop it and we'll be served a firestorm.


<b><i>Murder incarnate</i>. </b>


I'm not. I'm glad they can celebrate before we've even got to the Gate.


Shout


Damn it all. I should've known better than to stray so close.


Voco spicae!


Fine. Half it is.


Won't last much longer.


Those runes - this object must hold great power. It will not yield to our hands alone.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Diminuo te!


Dost thou require a resurrection?


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Te exsecror!<br>v3


CoughIll<br>var 2


You didn't have to do that.


And of course the dead pixies were just a lovely touch.


They might be a bandit.


A fine pair of gauntlets that allow the wearer to twist the head from even the most resilient malingerer.


Leave. Before I get hungry again.


Thank. You.


An unnatural death. There's no coming back from that.


What're you waitin' for?


It felt like a quake fit to topple Ramazith's Tower.


*A happy, faded memory comes to you. A woman walking along a beach, holding hands with her husband-to-be.*


I am... excited. And fortunate to work on such a momentous project.


I... see you're wearing some of my brother's handiwork. It suits your colouring. If you're interested in something to complement the look, welcome to Carm's Garms!


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


That thing doesn't look too happy to be free.


<i>And yet, here you are, exactly as I instructed. That is all I needed.</i>


I am. I knew him rash, but this is... unspeakable. Speak to him - help him see sense. <i>Someone</i> has to.


I know Astarion has a hold on your heart. No doubt he quickens your pulse far more than I. What's a humble archmage in the face of such rakeish charms?


They don't like it when we think too much - we might question their authority.


All but you. Do this for us and we will leave you alone.


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


If you release those ravenous starvelings, the city's poorer quarters will be their feasthall.


Oh? And bring him where, exactly?


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


He must have returned to the grove.


<i>Let's move on to more important things. </i>


The master is dead. Dead. I feel lost. Who am I if master is dead?


Closed Mouth Effort


All right, Dame Aylin! Time to tear these rats a new one.


*The potion is poisoned, but your virtuous resolve is stronger than the toxins.*


Heh. Coward!


GaspFrightened<br>var 2


My dearest boy. The Hells have touched you. But you've come to me - just as Gortash said you would. A True Soul no less.


Kindly keep your fur and faeces to yourself.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v3


I'm no stranger to the infernal. Better to slay a devil before her fires burn common folk to ash.


Just because he's not my pet doesn't mean you're not useful.


If you want to remember, you will have to face your abductors in their very lair, in Baldur's Gate.


You sniffing where you ain't oughta be, friend. Might have to take that nose.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Their name matters not, merely their demise.


Something's burrowed in there - something big.


Quick and easy.


Wel... Welcome back, masterrrr!


First <i>ghaik</i>. Now this monstrosity.


If the latter, you are tardy. I've done all the work myself. Just go and fetch our honoured Bhaalspawn.


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


Your father trained you in the ways of the great champions. You are to use those lessons to wake the wyrm under the city. He is oathbound to answer your call and come to our aid.


It's time we left. We're not finished with the Absolute just yet. Only now, Shar's forces are mine to command, when the battle comes.


No customer of mine would ever settle for such parlour tricks. Nor would they pay for them.


Is that meant to be some consolation? She - <i>it</i> - was the key to my immortality.


Moonlight, guidance, <i>tides</i>... how fascinating. Consider me converted, Selûne.


<i>You saw for yourself what the Chosen are capable of. </i>


I felt honoured when I was chosen to participate. Now I feel guilty I didn't object.


Which worg upchucked you?


Demento te!<br>v2


Start with the big... metal... freaks...


Ah, my friend. What can I do for you?


I won't lie, pet - you drew a lousy hand. But folding's not an option when your soul's on the line.


Do you feel that? I've never felt so cold. And that's <i>me. </i>This place will swallow us whole if we let it. Stick close to Mama K.


Hah! This crockery has some backbone, Boo!


C'mon, blood-breath. Let's find you something to eat.


There's something missing, but... I can't grasp it. <i>Shite</i>.


A list of names... Father Lorgan's on here, crossed off. A target list, perhaps?


Looks like it. I didn't hear a sound, though.


Bhaal's Chosen... I am not worthy.


Move to the wall and face it, child.


Happened so bloody fast. We just got word to take arms. Surely Nine-Fingers made the first move...?


Ketheric Thorm won't go down so easily. Best we ready ourselves - we're about to have quite the fight on our hands.


A turn and tickle...


Looks like a military outpost - stay alert.


Right away.


Sorry - I had to lock the doors. Had to keep things <i>safe</i>.


<i>You are taking a HUGE risk!</i>


Stultissime!


Effort v4


Leave no trace.


See you in camp later, hmm?


Lovely. Brings out the colour in your eyes.


Am I here? Or am I there?


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


Or proof that you plan to fight on, rather than take the easier path.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


I can't waste any more time.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 4


<i>Huh.</i>


Delighted.


*Vlaakith does not welcome her finest young warriors into her royal city to reward them, but to consume their essence in her quest for godhood.*


Para bellum!<br>v2


Snore
zzZzz
v3


We need to make a decision - and you becoming a mind flayer seems like the least-worst option, unfortunately.


A tressym. Never seen one in the flesh before.


<i>The skull - come to the skull!</i>


They're not attacking. Must think I'm one of them.


They just keep coming.


The menacing githyanki machine and its jagged pincers held no cure at all. Who could've thought?


Not to you, maybe, but it's important to me.


*A mark you have carried for a long time, by the will of Lady Shar.*


No, Ethel did. I just let him go.


<i>Quulos! Quuthos!</i>


Breathe quiet, move with care.


Enough already.


Well... you may feel shitty, but you look pretty good from where I'm standing. Now - let's get some shut-eye before I say something I regret and lie awake in rictus horror all night.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


All Arabella wanted to do is help. But you and half the grove stood by and let her die - alone.


What sort of prayer?


<i>I am glad to have uncovered your weakness before facing the Netherbrain. </i>


Because it's always the Dead <i>bloody </i>Three - has-been half-gods who can't help but make their irrelevance everyone else's problem.


I appreciate the kindness friend, but I ain't getting the locket back. Not now.


Attack<br>var 2


Bene curatur!<br>v3


Unafraid of a fight - good. Perhaps we'll salvage your remains for a Steel Watcher.


I've picked your <b>poison</b>.


If it will be a comfort to you, then I shall speak to the gravekeeper.


*The veil of rage wavers. Your blood seems to cool in your veins.*


<i>Dame Aylin! Lend me your sword!</i>


Before my fame, my patron, there was... another woman. One I planned to spend my life with.


They did, didn't they? Oh-ho, curious. Curious <i>indeed</i>.


This'll help.


Hurt Critical


Wait. One more thing. There are doppelgangers among the cult - be on your guard.


Dodge
v2


Blood and bits of armour. Worrying.


OH! You magnificent bastard. You faced him and LIVED! You have to tell me how!


Keep it together.


I'd almost swear you're in league with the bloody beast.


<i>Thank you.</i> With you at our side, that hag won't know what hit her.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Ah - Scratch is still at the post house.


Don't make me use my magic - not even I know what will happen.


Hmmm... deep gnome make, but the design is anything but. What was this fort?


*It's too late - this man is far beyond anyone's help.*


A foul thing, to be bound.<br>


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


They're not for sale. These are courier dogs - trained to follow orders, read maps, and protect their deliveries with their lives.


*Though its posture is defensive, its eyes are soft - the beast is in <i>love</i>.*


Moonrise Towers at last. Make no mistake - I will have answers about these ghaik tadpoles.


With every breath, a purpose.


That's one shadow monster dead.


Ah! Of course.


There's nothing left.


Woo-hoo! Great shit, wizzos! Keep it up!


Shit. All that's left of the great wyrm is bone and ash.


Need a lot of propping up, don't you?


We're d-digging fast as we can, sir.


The shadows' forces have come. Guard that portal!


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


It returns to the hells - to the very point where it last stood before venturing to whichever devilforsaken plane it died on.


Good. There is still some discipline to be found in that head of yours. The artefact, indeed.


That's a big ask. You in good with the powers that be?


I've seen better.


The goblin Sazza spoke of the Absolute too.


AgreeClosed<br>var 3


Now that's not good.


PainPretend<br>var 2


<i>Mother.</i> You do not know what awaits you. Go - enter the Chamber of Loss and claim your prize. It may not be what you think.


Because you should all be changing - there should be a small army of mind flayers out there! But you're not. Weird powers aside, you seem perfectly normal.


I won't give in.


<i>Chk. </i>As if I'd let a few iron bars contain me.


Effort v4


Effort v7


So this was the wardevil who slaughtered Shar's faithful. At Raphael's urging, no less.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Don't get too close to the prisoners - they're desperate enough to try anything.


<i>Incredible.</i>


Te curo!<br>v3


The butcher calls.


Tsk. Pity about Wyll. He would've made a good ally. Tracked me down pretty handily - that takes skill.


Onward.


But listen. Listen close, Bone-killer...


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Have care, my lady. Those who smile to your face will sharpen blades behind your back.


*The deep rothé's agitation intensifies. It is primed to attack.*


A pair of wings.


Even one who had crossed a terrible threshold just prior; even one who had driven me to death.


I'll get you loose.


And you expect me to sacrifice a lifetime of faith? To forget ascension, to give up the very stuff I am made from?


You don't need nothing I've got.


You'll be free soon enough.


The Dark Lady's finest warriors arose from this place - and now <i>I'm </i>here.


But I still keep reliving everything that happened. Playing it over and over in my mind.


I'm going to ask for directions.


More importantly, the land west of here suffers under a terrible curse.


Very well. Until then, may Helm guide me.


The door's covered in - well, some sort of magic.


<i>Putridis explosio.</i>


*Some of your companions have left... perhaps forever.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Broken. Must have been here a while.


You're all right.


If you can get Halsin out of there, we can discover what he learned. And perhaps he can save your life. How's that sound?


Focus, children.


Shout


A poisoned blade... paralysis...


For the grove!


Hells - talk of battle's set my heart beating all over again.


When the time comes, you may call on the Ironhand Gnomes. We will fight with you to defend this city - it is ours, after all.


It would damage your reputation if the fearing public thought you a predator. After all, you're far worse than one of those base lusty spree-killers.


I'll tear your throat out!


We'll be right here.


So do I, I've never tried my hand at seducing a devil.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Not again.


Try to keep up.


Prisoners? What's been done to them?


Kneelickers threw explosives at the Steel Watch.


Something lingers there. Something that inspires terror among those cultists unfortunate enough to have glimpsed it while patrolling the area.


Get the hells away from me.


Kiai<br>var 2


My husband gave it to me. I should take him home.


Wonder what's past this.


*The beautiful broken heap smells oddly enticing. You find you can't resist inhaling her offals.*


You have been dealt a difficult hand, my friend. I'm sorry.


Thirteen castles, each encircled by thirteen fertile gardens. Platinum coins spill forth from thirteen-and-thirty coffers.


No, Boo. No boat rides today.


Para bellum!<br>v3


He's gone. Left this morning.


*You can smell the sweetness of their skin - hear the beat of their pulse...*


Wait, I know you! You're the reason some of us got here in one piece. Thanks!


Fully booked. And no, I don't care if your loved one was drowned, strangled, or butchered - I'm not making you a coffin.


Just small things, silly things... the sort you'd scarcely recall even if your memories were left intact.


Praise the Absolute, sister!


Seems it's all full up.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


We will stick to our existing story, and you're <i>fortunate </i>that's all.


Those boots look quite special. Something for Gale, maybe?


Wait! Wait! 'Dror Ragzlin, we... pray... we...'


Bet that will fit in my pack.


Effort v11


He seems to be taking his new, monstrous form pretty well. Maybe he is worthy to be the gith's prince.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 2


No doubt - but thick as I might be, I reckon this drow is likely twice as proud.


Whatever you might do to one cannot be worse than what the Chosen will unleash on all.


Illithid writings - they might as well daub their tentacles in paint, for all I can understand.


How many of her Faceless has Lady Orin sent out to walk among us?


As you say, my Queen.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


You're not the first to be scared of the eagles, there's no shame in admitting it.


Impenetrable. But why would we even bother?


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


...Or is it? Perhaps if you're a little faster, you may yet save the big ox.


Someone should really do something about these defective Steel Watchers.


If you're going to continue being this incompetent, please, do me a favour and delete me from the game files.


So you noticed. Yes, you caught my eye. You've caught someone else's, too.


Seco!


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


The Emperor did this. Planned this, somehow. What's it hiding?


You're lucky. We've no friends to turn to there. Just each other.


Then you must wound poor Karlach's heart. As if it were not broken enough already.


So what are we supposed to do now? Just wait for your next bout of the forgetsies?


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


Barrelstalks, full of poison - and under myconid control, no doubt.


That's right! THREE, TWO, ONE, <i>PUSH!</i>


Cosy, it is not.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


Back off and return to your homes. That's an order.


Here we go again.


Worth grabbing.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Locked - but there's no keyhole. Must be a switch or something nearby.


Intactilis sum!


Et alibi!<br>v3


For once.


Praise the Absolute.


Ale me!<br>v3


*And his name. Sebastian.*


Did not.


No use. It's blocked.


Those screams - someone's trapped in that mirror.


It's... It's just so hard! We're on our own, and Mol said she'd help us. She...


Siccut cattus!


What... what is this foul place?


*This guard would prefer you serve your time in silent contemplation.*


Resisto mortem!


Today's good news: 'Heroic Adventurers Arrive to Save City From Absolute'!


You're wrong, Karlach. I'm sorry you're still sore about how things ended between us, but that was ten years ago. We must look to the future.<br>


Let's turn the tables.


Auribus teneo lupum!


Be at ease. None could ever replace you.


Glacies!


No ordinary creature did this. Redcaps ripped the place to pieces.


No, you weren't, so you and your poxy paintings stay away from me. We're done, Oskar. Over. Now let me rest in bloody peace.


A simple task.


What's that?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Ketheric awaits. What do you need from me?


Less rules, more doctrine. Hard to disobey such a stern mandate.


Do this, and I will cleanse you and your allies. Do this -


No more chatter.


Again? D'you <i>want </i>to become spider-food?


*Vlaakith's rein is too secure to be shaken by old legends. Orpheus is long dead, and the queen is unfaltering.*


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


That was a blast - thank you! I hope we get to play again sometime soon.


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


<i>Friend. We will go to the helm now.</i>


O-of course. I'd never!


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


Don't make me hold your hand now.


I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't know any of this was happening until it was much too late. I came to try put things right.


Now, it was a pleasure talking with you, but I really should be getting on. Shouldn't I? Yes, I think so...


<i>Such diverse flavours to be found in a mind - poetry, perversion and all in-between. This city will have much to offer.</i>


Glad to hear it. Z'rell will be too. The scrying eyes only see so much.


Cudo! v2


Whatever Marcus hid beneath, it isn't budging.


This isn't coin - it's <i>paper</i>.


Karlach... the Lady of Loss takes everything in the end, but I thought we'd have some more time yet. I'm sorry.


<i>Shael vuk.</i> Death is too good for him.


The <i>Adamantine Forge?</i>  If it had been found, the name would ring throughout the Underdark.


My thanks. We grieve those who left us, but celebrate them too. They died well.


Sleep, my child. It will be better when you wake.


Unlocked.


Oh that's grotesque. Don't stare - you'll only encourage it.


I will assist.


We need you, my friend.


Oh. Bye then.


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


Sewing rabbit-skin cloaks? That's all right for some, I guess, but not for our Gasper.


I do not take days off. I'd even forego sleep, if such a thing were feasible. The one advantage an elf holds over a githyanki.


Yes, I suppose I love him entirely.


What are these <i>for</i>?


Let's get this over with.


*Without a cure, you cannot restore your honour before your queen, Vlaakith.*


A gripping in the chest. As though I'd lost someone, something.


I'll be there soon, my lady.


Moradin's bloody beard... I'm not waiting around for that to happen to us.


So, they were gathering. And somehow doing so in a state of suspended ceremorphosis.


Assume nothing.


At least Gortash seemed to have a plan for what to do about these Absolute nuisances. <br>


If I had to guess, I'd say they're part of his ritual. But where in the hells did they come from?


*Your own contract is airtight. But you recall an old incantation from a children's story, said to void a devil's pact: <i>'Abi, diabole, et nunquam redi.'</i>*


Uh-oh. Are you trouble? We're not looking for troubles. Just bubbles! Ha ha!


Tonight, I wish to reduce the leader of your pack right down to a mewling cub. I like a challenge.


The Murder Lord will not be denied. Neither will I.


Gale might want that idol. Too bad it's under guard.


Agh. Well. Good feelings never last, I suppose.


*The lava elemental looks at you placidly, near unfathomable heat beating against you face.*


This will do. Take off your clothes.


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


It's done.


More or less the same - though news of some mad faction calling themselves 'Absolutists' is starting to trickle in.


The doctor, the Inquisitor - such heresy beggars belief. To the command centre. We might find a way to inform Vlaakith of their treason.


That thing's focused on <i>us </i>now! Let's get to the transponder and get out of here.


And he does so with his lover at his side. Their union grows ever stronger, the only argument between them - his insistence on bringing his books.


I was sober though, I swear. I stop in the 'Maid for a drink sometimes - but it was only a quick one!


But I will satisfy my war-lust soon, for there are greater challenges than Ketheric ahead of us.


She came dressed as a novice. Gave me three soul coins. Said I could sell 'em if I wanted, but if I kept 'em for your friend, she'd consider it a favour owed.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Intactilis sum!


Queen Vlaakith is lying to you and your people. You think she knows how mother Gith defeated the Illithid Empire.


Handy little spell I've been working on. 'Tara's Catflap of Displacement.' I haven't worked out all the kinks, but I'm starting to be able to find my way around.


Ah - a new face! Something to send? Don't be shy!


<i>This is a risk we cannot take. Your hubris drives you even now. You failed before, I cannot trust that you will not fail again.</i>


Amazing that the sword stayed sharp for so long.


A tip? Don't piss off the djinni. Oh, and if the kobold tries to sell you food? <i>Run. </i>Enjoy the circus!


That warrior was your father, Wyll. If you're to bear his legacy, you must release the wyrm.


The corpses probably do something extra for him, don't they?


Its powers could prove useful. Especially if turned against Ketheric himself.


You hear that, Buddy? We've got ourselves a Debbie Downer!


Reeks of mugwort. Tastes terrible, but makes some useful potions.


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.<br>


It can't be. It's not possible.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 4


Damn it! Get down here!


Te curo!


<i>These forces are just a distraction - I have to dominate the brain! </i>


*Tongues of psychic flame lap at the memory of the goblins dying by your hand.*


I wouldn't miss it for the world. Baldur's Gate is home now, and the Brats are my family. <i>Nobody</i> messes with my family.


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


Need any advantage I can get.


Don't leave us here, damn it!


On the Absolute's behalf? Now there's an alliance I'd have been quite happy without.


We must wrest control of the brain from the Chosen before that happens - we must take their stones.


The very plates of the earth have been shattered by the magic of the shadow curse. Utterly fascinating - unless you happened to be standing on it, of course.


Laughter Maniacal


Barrelstalks, full of poison. The myconids will release it if threatened.


I'm not sure there's a place that's far enough away for me to go. Lady Shar must be angry... but there's only silence.


Gale will want to take a look at this.


Chk. And here I thought ceremorphosis was the ultimate torment.


Couldn't find you for a while at the party. Was hoping we could regale our friends with a nice three-horned duet.


Minsc has thought how you might be a more virtuous vampire - feast on <i>fish instead</i>. They are made of naught but neck!


*You see the hag, eyes bright with glee, as she sets fire to the door.*


I need healing.


Para bellum!<br>v2


That was no ordinary bear... better investigate the corpse.


If that Selûnite amulet is really god-touched, Gale would want to see it.


Non fit injura!<br>v3


Over there - a shrine to Selûne. By Moonmaiden's grace.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


Done!


Macte virtute!<br>v3


Voco araneae!<br>v2


Bah - I'd sooner be severing heads than solving puzzles.


A job for the Blade, I'd say. Clean up the rabble, keep the Gate safe.


That sign above. This must be a brewery - or distillery.


A tidy slot, but no rune.


Looks like all those moon plates can be turned.


Just once.


Pick up a copy and read all about it!


Leave me alone, toad, or... or... just leave me alone!


Once begun, the treatment must be completed.


*Another watches your body, while it is possessed by the night. You do not dream alone.*


Exactly! Hear that, Lia? We're not helping anyone if we're corpses.


*The book radiates power, but the words you read in the Codex echo in your mind, guiding your eyes safely across the page.*


PainOpen<br>var 2


It's as subtle and elegant as everything the gith do.


I'm not in the mood. Leave me alone.


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


So that's how you win Mystra's forgiveness - self-sacrifice? I'm sorry, Gale. That can't be what you wanted to hear.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Now hurry. We must go to the ch'r'ai and inform him of the zaith'isk's tampering.


This is my fight. Don't you understand? I need to do this.


Looks like there's a little shrine over there.<br>


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 3


Gustas dulcis!


Obedi me!<br>v2


Shame about Marls. But the Absolute breaks those that don't truly believe, I suppose.


Thank you. Your help was... appreciated. We'll be leaving soon.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Look at that.


I've marched forward into my beautiful new future. It's a pity you couldn't keep up.


The more I find, the more curious I get.


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


StrugglingOpen<br>var 3


We need to keep pushing forward - I don't want to test how much punishment this ship can take.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


Te occludo oculos!


Still breathing, despite everything.<br>


I think you just want an excuse to drink.


The gaping abyss. You don't intend to jump - or do you?


I... yes, I'd like that. I don't know what to say.


*You recognise Kelemvor, the Lord of Death. The tiefling thinks he will die soon.*<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Nuh-uh.


Video veritatem!


What-cha... this guy's some <i>booyahg</i>! He's tryna magick me!


Mustn't let anyone see.


Feel free to relax yourself and have a cuppa, hm?


You're like them! Like the hungry ones in the castle's guts.


Within reach.


To seal away that which a person no longer needs is to lessen the Oak Father's bounty for all.


Listen, it's got private rooms, music, and all-round pleasant folks, from what I've heard.


*You feel Lae'zel's mind rip and rupture. Is this purification? Is <i>this</i> the cure?*


I think they've emptied half the 'Maid's cellars between them - absolute arse-mongrels.


Go on, get 'em moving.


<i>Thirrrsty.</i>


All right, the hero and I will stop teasing. For now.


A bronze dragon, to be precise, sleeping beneath us.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


What do you reckon, pal? You trust these Steel Watcher thingymajigs?


You won't regret this.


Attack<br>var 4


Myconids. Just as I thought.


Don't mind if I do.


Mol says if you like it, it means you're a grown-up.


Sounds like a fight. What's going on?


What's happening - are you hurt?


Oak Father, watch over your servant.


Dolor!


Gorgeous mail on that fist.


I did - but I was robbed. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?


You have not confessed it all, I think.


Falling


Do these fish smell, erm, <i>fishy</i> to you?


Yet more of the sea devils. Something must be driving them from the water.


Hostium munera!


When the flames roared loudest, you pulled me to safety. Most would have let me burn - I won't forget it.


<i>North.</i>


*Your companion's look is quizzical, but there's a smile underneath it. There's no question that they're happy for you.*


Away, fish-folk! Your salty flesh is BAD FOR BOO!


It is too great a cost. What salvation would that be, if paid for with the blood of our allies?


Treacherous <i>shka'keth</i>! Baretha - deal with this! I will continue the hunt elsewhere.


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


Killing one's parents can be an important rite of passage - a usurpation of their place in society.


There is no flesh I will not carve and no barrier I will not shatter to see it done.


Quite so. I was rather hoping you'd gathered all the rest of the adventuring paraphernalia yourself. You'll need every advantage.


A grisly corpse and the Lord of Murder. The perfect match, really.


You can't die - not like this!


Trust me, I'm feeling both anger <i>and </i>despair.


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


The mind flayer has fled. Who knows what chaos it may unleash in the city.


A scrying eye, just like the goblins had. Who's watching, I wonder.


I had hoped Wyll would join me on the Council - but the Blade's spirit is indomitable. He is destined for greatness.


Please. We have to free Beldron.


I'm not sure I care for the way that ox is looking at me...


You may know it as Stardock. An asteroid, one of the Tears of Selûne. It's tunnels are home to all manner of creatures to hunt.


Attack<br>var 2


Take the piggy bank bitch. Burn her! Roast her!


I believe you, <i>vin'iisk</i>. No one would lie about such a thing.


Let's see what I can do about that.<br>


<i>Veterans of the Hells - to arms! </i>


Eating and drinking your fill before a few wicked deeds to Shar... I've missed these.


I've got it covered.


Voco araneae!


Cower before the storm!


Must be tired from all that running around.


I'm not laughing at... yes, I am.


Now - you've got business in Moonrise to take care of.


You could feed an army with an egg that size... if you found an intact one.


Got to get away from here first.


Your fear of Vlaakith consumes you.


But - but how? The hag said there was no cure.


Some mistakes can't be resolved with an apology. Some mistakes, you have to carry with you, forever.


We need an army, not a hunter. There could be hundreds of them out there.


<i>The brain is feeling <b>intense </b>emotion.</i>


They're not fantasies. They're plans!


We paid the price for your thrills when the shadows surrounded us. If you must kill for the pleasure of it, select your targets more carefully.


Back to the dirt, druid.<br>


Flophouse... Dolor's secrets...


Maybe I need more pockets.


You desecrate my halls. Kill my faithful. What heresy twists inside you?!


Derryth! Must be worried rotten.


Efferve!


A campsite. Nobody's home, though.<br>


But if you don't trust me, then I guess even that's off the table.


What about... this.<br>


Curious little thing. I respect its pluck.


*Your kill of your poor friend can only mean one thing. The degraded Sceleritas will be back soon enough.*


Locked in. That's rarely good news.


Idle<br>var 2


Let every wicked magus, every vile murtherer, each slaver and misery-merchant see:


Please - rescue Ravengard from his drow captors. The Council will reward you for your effort.


HANG ON! Wait, stay there. You've reminded me of that word I was looking for... cor... cor... <i>corpusculent</i>. That's it. As you were.


A vampire. And a voracious one, judging by this little incident.


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


Shadowheart was a fine cleric, but if her obsession with Shar is more important than the task at hand, we are better off without her.


Nothing's happening... but it doesn't look broken.


This is Sarin's final resting place - and a killing ground for all who come to disturb her.


I d-don't like talking.


Oh. I saw a key earlier with those same markings.<br>


I assure you. I know <i>exactly</i> where I am. No assistance needed.


I - perhaps I should have. I'm not exactly used to asking for help and being met with, well... help.


Excuse me? This might be the first honest thing I've ever told you and you're 'not interested'?


'Rite of the Timeless Body'. An old druid ritual - I'd best ask Jaheira about it.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


I'm not made of magic, you know.


...It's all disgusting.


Paw prints? Where do they lead?<br>


I appreciate your editorial instincts, but Deneir himself does not get a peek at my early drafts.


Good - the Watchers are only a weapon.


Now, where'd he go?


Barbarian Roar<br>v3


Hmm. That book mentioned Lathander statues that could be moved...


Effort v7


Because my bath hasn't run yet, why do you think?


Don't make me burn you to a crisp.


Won't you help me? Set me free?


Though this suggests that Mystra has never tempted a <i>witch</i> into foolishness. Not that I would blaspheme by suggesting otherwise.


Es praedae mei!


<i>Show reverence before your deity and open your soul to their divine power.</i>


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


An ode for you? <i>Odour</i>, mayhaps.


When's the wizard gonna <i>do</i> something? Last master let me poison a well.


Looks like that hurt.


Grave's a mess. Rogue animals, maybe.


A bit player with dreams of a leading role, the way father told it. He had no use for Gortash, and even less for his 'advice'.


He... he is <i>destroyed. </i>Cazador. Gone! How were you able to do this?


It's a pretty bit of frippery that'll sit on a mantel gathering dust. But the pay for delivering it makes the risk worthwhile.


Can... can I have that, please, sir?


Hurt Critical


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


Tsk'va. The false prince is dead, his power taken to end the ghaik Grand Design.


Or perhaps more than you bargained for - full stop.


I know you nonetheless. Not by name, not by reputation.


*The awareness that floods you is nothing like the tadpole. It is tentative, and tinged with the loneliness of aeons.*


I'm certain Wulbren's never met a half-orc. He'd probably think you're a hallucination.


Moon rise. Something falls.


Use this to enter the Prism, or deny me. The choice is yours.


Morality? No. The lesson is rather more about <i>autonomy</i> - not some you zealous types know much of.


Victory<br>


Impero te!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


A remedy most potent.


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


We know that power has its source in a relic - the Nightsong - and we know that Balthazar was responsible for its creation.


... fishmonger...


So, it's a quest to free Shadowheart's parents, is it?


An Archduke of Baldur's Gate. Never thought I'd live to see the day.


Dodge


Frange! v2


It was.


I should follow. Lorroakan's about to meet his match.


Investigating... odd... records...


The kids have been really down - I figured a concert would cheer them up. Or distract them, at least. What do you say?


Every bit as disgusting as the first time.


This one's tryin' to poison us! Kill 'em!


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


Wish I bloody knew. This job's a six-hander - we can't do it without him.


*Nothing stands out to you.*


Go on, soldier. If anything goes wrong, I'll come in swinging.


*Be of good cheer, for Lathander the Morninglord blesses you with vigour and joy! 'In the dawn, the way is clear.'*


I hope Elminster's message has not left you feeling dejected, wizard. It is better for you to be free of Mystra.


I will only have words with the one you answer to - <i>alone</i>.


Enjoyin' your visit, yer ladyship?


Still, I can hardly blame a vampire for being true to its nature. You <i>are</i> a vampire, are you not?


No bleeding out on my watch.


You could start by standing on a ladder. So they can actually see you.


Here - you can keep that copy. The details are very much burned into my memory.


Spurious prune-tart.


I am the Blade. I will chase my prey until death takes me.


A little pick-me-up.


Why do you ask? Surely you feel the Absolute moving through me - just as I feel Her in you.


This is madness, Kagha. She's just a...


Odd things. Wonder what plane they're from.


The ogre must have moved on to new deals.


I like her. She looks like she could throw me over her shoulder and carry me to safety, should the need arise.


*Usually this is the point where the guard leaves you alone. But not today.*


Esto perpetua!


Nettie's your best bet, with Master Halsin gone. She should be with the others in the inner chambers.


That's not mine to open.


*If the dream visitor speaks true, then the entire Sword Coast is under threat. It will take a true hero to save it. But is that really you?*


Lucky for me, she felt the same way. But my father was sceptical. Aylin is immortal, after all.


A word.


From the dark to the... damp. An improvement, either way.


Dearest Rath. You deserved so much better.


You can't be here! This is our hideout!


*His fingertips sport calluses and toughened skin, as if from manual labour, or a playing a stringed instrument perhaps.*


<i>Reeducation</i>. As if this sect has not mangled poor Shadowheart's mind enough already.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Dodge
v2


Sharp, deep... and still fresh.


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


First in my heart.


*You are safe. You are nestled in the cup of Mystra's hand.*


You saved me back there. I may not have appreciated it at the time, but I do now. Thank you.


Just one more, Stug, and then we'll go. See you, stranger.


You just want me to die in a cursed cloud so you can take my boots. Finally, the plot revealed.


I bestow upon you the Amulet of Bhaal - the vestment of his most unholy servants.


<i>Tsk'va! </i>This 'tart' is disgusting.


Look at all this stuff...


Shame sits in the soul of all - to tame it, we must <i>name</i> it. Shadowheart - what is her deepest shame?


To think I ever worked for you. Proudly, too.


<i>I assure you that is quite impossible. I delivered it myself.</i>


Hope your soul is in good hands.


Sorry, I - I don't think I can talk right now.


Signum arcanum!


Traitors deserve no soft hands.


Whatever killed those gnolls might be nearby. Careful.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Child of Bhaal: do you not fear our Father's wrath? Why waste your time on discarded relics? With Bhaal's blood in your veins, you need them not.


Who will save us from certain destruction?


A little magic never hurt.


No. This cannot be - purification is my right! Treachery against my queen at every turn.


Huh. Where's Shadowheart?


Cultists, murderers, pickpockets - doesn't matter what you do. All you lot will end up swinging from here.


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


And yes, I'm sure there's someone out there for you. I saw the way Astarion's been stealing glances at you. Hungry in more ways than usual, maybe.


I figured. But no matter. We're going to make ourselves a new home in Baldur's Gate. You can too.


Drought, famine and warfare are threats to the world as well. Do you intend to eradicate them?


The road to Baldur's Gate is up ahead. No turning back, once we start down that road.


If the Rashemaar wants to work off a blood-debt, I won't turn him down. He scares my kingpins shitless.


You cannot withstand the Nightsinger's power!


Expello te!<br>v2


I just want a little look.


No use. He cannot be harmed, or freed.


Hm - those mushrooms are arranged in a circle. Is that normal?


Magic is the lifeblood of hags. And I'm one of the <i>best</i>.


It has never been the same with another... All the other victims who come here just meekly obey. You thrashed, you fought, you were <i>indomitable</i>.


Uh, hey. You here to trade or...


My heart was racing, but I didn't hurt you. I don't have to be afraid of myself anymore.


I don't know how exactly Orin managed to spirit away someone as big as Halsin, but we have to get him back - either via a rescue, or Gortash's death.


No twisting? Kin must have been in a hurry.


More of those wretched things.


Was that a click I heard? There's something about these plaques...


Remember how I told you I was in dire need of magical artefacts to absorb?


Hostium munera!


<i>No. This one will not aid our cause. Get rid of him. </i>


*Ragzlin's mind rages. You have asked what no True Soul would dare.*


I'm sure Mystra will summon me soon enough, but until then, I propose we celebrate our victory the mortal way - with a drink in our hands, and reckless abandon in our hearts.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Yeah, 'ow many were there? Four?


Next blow's gonna <i>hurt.</i>


Myconids. That explains the voices.


Just like the wayward Bhaalspawn who saved the Gate before...


First I rest. Then... the long journey home.


I guess we'd better get the day on. So much to do, so much to see... together! Wheyyy.


Incoming!


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


It's contraband, and I'm confiscating it.


A book of necromancy? <i>Interesting</i>.


What, Boo? Would you sooner I loot their corpse? Oh - you would?


I keep replaying it... over and over in my head.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


<i>Enough. </i>We know you have her.


Carrion's presence still lingers. He will return, unless his ties to this plane are severed.


Mors certa!<br>v2


Well - all right. But don't be long, Karlach.


If I could, I would be at my son's side in a <i>heartbeat</i>. I have known no greater pain than being forced to watch him fight alone.


Forgive me, but I must attend to my friend, she's most upset about... the post.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 1


Imagine forgetting how it feels to hold someone. All because of what some devil did to her.


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 3


Let it set the path before you.


*You see the gallery, its walls lined with the hag's victims - their bodies and minds twisted beyond ruin.*


No time for mercy.


Sergeant. If you are here, I presume Wyrm's Rock is secure, and preparations for my inauguration are complete?


Hunting.


Now, now - I'm dealing with your friend. I'll be just a moment.


Though... you know. If you wanted to meet up later, maybe we could... meet up. Later.


Eh! I could buy twelve pigeons with that much!


Mors animae!<br>v2


Well, hello. What can I do for you?


I <i>tried</i> already - but I've only got little legs! Say, you're tall. Maybe you'd have better luck.


Your fight is not over.


Leave. NOW. Or I fill you with holes. And more. HAHA.


Mm. Temptation knocks.


My, my. She really has you by the unmentionables, doesn't she?


Hurt


GruntDisgust<br>var 1


*Instinct tells you, you must protect yourself from you. Discover yourself, before it is too late.*


I can't read it with a mirror and it seems I can't read it with my hands either.


Hells, I need to get out of here.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


A voice... is that Shar herself, who speaks...?


Vos curo!<br>v2


You sully the ground you stand on!


SurpriseOh<br>var 2


Huh? Argh!


Don't be grumpy, Rolan. We'll get to the city soon.


*Join us at the famous Singing Lute basement bar. Good ale for good coin. All welcome.*


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Few survive long - those who do are transformed by the curse. It is not a place to venture into lightly.


Snore
zzZzz


Hold on! We're opening up!


Invoco te<br>v2


With me! Hail Lord Gortash! HAIL LORD GORTASH!


Gods - are you serious? That's... fucking terrifying. It's getting harder and harder to tell who we can trust.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


Watch yourself out there. Please.


Bodies, bodies, everywhere. Yet not a drop to drink.


Hmmm. I swear, you're still as <i>peaky</i> looking.


I'm sorry, but... we've enough mouths to feed.


Do something - she's going to kill him!


*The pain brings the world into focus. Whatever this place, you know Vlaakith's protocol: you must locate a githyanki crèche.*


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


Free from the curse, now - perhaps she'll find peace.


I hope that was a compliment.


Tummy rumbles... What to eat?


Sorry - just a little bit longer! Sorry! Please come back again!


Pay attention.


Effort v9


The Grand Duke to be. I'd follow you into battle, Wyll - but politics? I think I am perhaps too faint of heart.


Argh! It's screeching for help!


You possess a false heart - deceiving as easily others breathe. You hide the truth even from yourself. But your true self is nothing to fear. We can show you this.


*Your knowledge of Religion tells you nothing more about the worship of Helm.*


I have the strangest dreams. The worst nightmares.


Hells. I think I woke something up.


For the fallen!


Non fit injura!<br>v2


I regret straying from Mystra's instruction. All the suffering around us, it is our fault. I am reconsidering taking a more drastic approach.


More than skin, blood, hair and piss. They are <i>more</i>. They are <i>mine. </i>Now leave, before -


Ah!


Bye-bye, now! Come back to Popper soon!


That's a drastic solution to say the least... but what other choice do we have? Fight a losing fight? Trust the Emperor?


And I've learned other ways, too - the ways of affection and devotion. First, you were my wound; now, you are its cure.


Aw, precious baby. Loves to bleed you - yes. Turn your corpse into sponge. Lots of holes. <i>Yes.</i>


Your lust for blood is rare. Let us hope you know where to direct it.


I have a travelling companion. I hardly need another.


*The name means little to you, yet your heart pulses to its rhythm. <i>Thorm. Thorm.</i>*


We need to break him out.


Look mate, could you shove off? We're expecting a new ink shipment soon.


Open up.


A Selûne prayer book. As if I need this weighing me down.


I can't believe I lost it - I'm so <i>stupid. </i>


Hardly surprising - it looks <i>powerful</i>.


We came all too close to destruction today. I'm glad you were there to stop it.


<i>Complexum tuum, ab terra ortum, ad nos defer.</i>


Let's hope our fee isn't worth less than its contents.


*The rat squeaks excitedly - the chest is free from danger once again.*


Glowing eyes? I know a trap when I see one.


Here it is - the tomb of the amulet spirit's granddaughter. Time for a family reunion.


The captain's the one in charge; take your woes to her.


No warrior of worth would resist such tantalising prey.


Away, eye-watering stench!


If we can find it, perhaps we can use it to destroy him.


The key must be with the innkeep. Please - hurry!


Yes, lovely.<br>


*Your mind intertwines with Ravengard's, then disentangles.*


T'i n'uthrantha m'ahthra <i>Gale</i>.


Would you cast yourself from the tower-top?


A githyanki hunting party. Perhaps that device was trying to warn us, when it sounded out.


No bleeding out on my watch.


Oh, come on now - it happens to the best of us, from time to time.


CoughIll<br>var 1


Empty as a stare. Your father's a tadpole's puppet, Wyll. Nothing more.


I think you may be overestimating his willingness to share - he may seem like the carefree hedonist, but there's something fragile beneath the facade.


No. Not without a <i>fight</i>.


Whoever owns this place is up to something with these toys - we ought to find them.


I'm betting on all of us.


Spend your coin and be on your way. But be quick about it - we're blowing this place soon.


What the hell was that thing?


Ah man, lucky you. That's the dream. Maybe when this is all done, you can show me where you came from.


Snore
zzZzz


Consider me intrigued.


What about it?


Look out, saer! Move! Don't want to puke on your shoes. Wuurrgh...


Wonder what's past this.


Pulchrior!


See you later. I can't wait.


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


I don't.


How the <i>hells</i> did that happen?!


There, I told you what you wanted to know. Now will you let me go?


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Attack<br>var 4


*With your ill-gotten gains discarded, the accusation fizzles away.*


Yes, love?


Mourn, Boo - weep! The parasite has finally eaten our friend's brain!


Wildshape... that was no ordinary bear - that was a druid. Need to see the corpse.


Might as well throw the damn thing at the post house...


Yes, I trust him. Whatever you have to say, say it.


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


Fulgur!


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


House so quiet. Strange.


Minsc has been called less than sane, but <i>that</i> one... may silence bring him peace.


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


Fine. Gods know I've got enough worries plucking at my nerves.


You there. Need some coin? There's some vermin I need squashed.


Need any advantage I can get.


Fortunately for thee, Mystra was there to protect thee. When Raphael came knocking, she cast him straight back to the Hells.


Dum vita est, spes est!


ARGH! THAT HURT, YOU LITTLE SHIT!


Still your <i>istik</i> tongues, or I shall pull them from your heads.


So why do I feel so <i>bitter</i>?


VO_SFX : Downed v3


Drop to your knees and beg, <i>thrall</i>.


Don't bleed out on me.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Need a little boost?


Ugh. The aftertaste from the first bite was still lingering...


Hook horror. A worthy kill.


UnderstandAh<br>var 1


A usurper falls, another rot cleansed.


I shall find a breathable sack to wear on my noggin. But only after we escape.


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Ominous, but Gale might find it useful.


Glad we both made it out of Grymforge alive - and that I didn't have to use that runepowder to make a point.


You should have seen him. He was brave but also terrifying - in a good way.


Obedi me!


Tsk. That was pathetic - it really was. How said that shitty lie will be the last thing you say. Bye, Blade.


Absolute... is <i>god</i>-meat?


You're right, it does have a rather fabulous sheen. It's surprisingly beautiful.


And you seem like a useful person to know.


You want to spend your gold, find a merchant in the city. My weapons are not for sale!


Butchered. They didn't stand a chance.


Looks in order. Blessed day to you.


No ordinary jewels. From the elven court of Suldanessellar, I believe. Curious to find them here.


Some... but lower crypt locked...


Could just look the other way.


By all means, get...


Ketheric recognised me as a soldier, and took me into his army immediately.


It should not have to come to that. Perhaps the illithid can provide us with a better solution.


You can't blame a spawn for the sins of his master. Any good monster hunter should know that.


Remember our agreement - deliver Shadowheart to me, and you can count upon Lady Shar's warriors at your side, when the time comes.


Still, if this means we can take a shot at Ketheric, it may well be worth it.


Gorgeous mail on that fist.


Ut ventus!<br>v2


*What was it Mizora had said? Oh yes - 'Over your rotting corpse'.*


Might be facing Gortash sooner than we thought.


Some necromantic magic still lingers, as does Carrion. His hold on this plane is not yet broken.


That's locked for a reason. Let's not disturb it.


I see the Orphic Hammer has caught your eye. It really is a magnificent exhibit. Wholly unique.


I don't mind it - honestly.


Forgive me, <i>jhe'stil</i>. I wasn't complaining. I'm honoured to help search -


What do we have here?


We have solved the case of the missing letters, and the brutalised birds.


We need to prepare for battle. I will head out and seek more allies to help our cause.


Funny how these things go.


And a monster he'd become. A Myrkulite.


GruntAngry<br>var 1


Onward.<br>


Try not to waste it.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


*With a soft sucking sound, your hand pulls free. The flesh within the wall retreats.*


The Weave is a highly sensitive magical network threaded through all life on this plane. Any shift in magical energy, no matter how small, is akin to a beacon, alerting Mystra to its cause.


What torment it must have been, to see the duke's corpse rotting in the Iron Throne.


Kagha lied to us. She <i>betrayed</i> us.


Ugh. One more hurdle on my path to greatness: a conscience.


Worthless, every last one. Their failures must be punished.


Our work is not yet finished - not until Ketheric Thorm's last breath flees his corpse. Let us pursue him.


I didn't take these refugees for killers. Maybe I've misjudged them.


Best to stay clear, or be ready for a fight.


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


Recovered <br>V4


Malik?


If you're looking for another shot, I'm afraid you've missed it.


*The Flaming Fist's hungry eyes lock with yours. They burn with delirious heat.*


Quod dico face!


You will fight another day.


I suppose you can't be blamed. Sinewed muscles, sanguine flesh - I must be quite the temptation.


Well, there are two of us, aren't there? Use your imagination.


A pleasure to do business with you.


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


<i>Stalker of Gehenna's wastes... Take our zeal, take our blood! </i>


Teeth, claws. They want out. They want out of me!


Vincere est vivere!


Zarys' chest. Must be worth a good bit.


Still thinking about asking Rolan, Sundries' new owner, for a job. But what if he's as big a bastard as Lorroakan was?


Mors certa!<br>v3


Might be my last chance to find anything new, the way things are looking. Things in the city have become so... unpredictable.


Sounds like someone's in trouble.


For the Absolute!


*The winged serpent of the Zhentarim. It seems their pursuit of profit extends even here.*


I'll never say you saved me from him, but perhaps you saved me from myself...


Bah! It looks like a human, but it speaks like a beast.


A sword like this would certainly get Gale's attention.


That's no ordinary darkness. It feels powerful... and <i>familiar</i>. Stay on your guard.


WELL, PRIEST? BOOOAL WANTS A SACRIFICE! BOOOAL WANTS <i>BLOOD.</i>


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


No matter what I say, it doesn't matter. Not if you get what you want.


Needless paranoia. Had you opened with that, I'd have known you for a Harper straight off.


What the hells have you <i>done</i>?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


But be careful. Once you take the Hammer, the fire will come. And Raphael. You must run run run run.


As far as I'm concerned, it's proven it knows more than we do. We ought to hear it out.


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


You'll be stronger than ever.


Long after our bones are dust and ash, the walls of its prison will still be burning.


Just an old prayer.


Extende!


It's funny, I was reading the most awful things in the paper the other day, about these scoundrels running amok, and you remind me... Oh dear.


So you string your mewlings along with falsehoods. Such sweet, bloody betrayal you offer them.


Siege weapons. Looks like they haven't been touched in a hundred years.


Looks like that dragon destroyed the road.


Feel free to poke around this place if it'll help you pick up the Stone Lord's scent. Me - I've got ledgers to amend.


On cat's paws.<br>


Here we go again.


Wounds'll soon be forgotten.


Seems odd that the gith set up base in an abandoned monastery.


Lend me your ear.


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


Yonas? Yonas!


A pity, then, that her faith was so inadequate.


When Elturel fell into Avernus, I was drafted into an infernal forge. Learned a few techniques for making a lot out of a little.


Allow me to demonstrate.


This was no game. My word was my bond.


That's good enough for me.


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


We must find a suitable artefact urgently.


<i>Shit. </i>Cut off - this way?


Priestess'll sort you out. Only thing she likes more than prayin' is burnin' folk...


Hah! I'd pay good money to see you try. They're cute but deadly. Like the Realms' most terrifying bunny rabbits.


GaspFrightened<br>var 2


*The sounds stop. Whatever just happened, it's too late to intervene now.*


*Hurk* - I'm going to be sick.


Risus abundat!<br>v2


My mum lives in the Lower City. If those freaks hurt her, I'll turn them inside out.


There's nothing left.


By Graz'zt's cock, it's about time you came.


Thank you. I normally wouldn't speak so harshly, but these are rather unique circumstances.


I'm here looking for my next angle, but it's all the same - oppression, famine, death. I need something new. Someone like you.


The artefact is... protecting us? And not a moment too soon.


Or are you just keeping me alive to win that bet?


Take it from someone with experience - hearts are built to break. They do it over the smallest things.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Shit, he escaped... Going to his next victim, no doubt.


The Steel Watch. They're a threat to you, me - and every man, woman and child in the city.


Now that's... dedication?


The Adamantine Forge - the wizard Dhourn was set on finding it.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Nothing but brains. Food for mind flayers, I suppose.


That will give me little but a bad taste in the mouth.


An abomination grows within you, yet you would refuse purification?


You're asking me? Oh, darling, I don't know - flip a coin if you need to.


But if you are who I think you are, I'd be a fool to reject your help. The True Soul with... well, a soul. Imagine.


Her eyes upon us all.


The gith sleeps.


Not that you need me to tell you that.


A ritual circle. Seems to be infernal in nature.


*Lae'zel hardly thinks highly of you. The truth could further damage your alliance.*


Unfortunately.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


These flowers - they're creating anti-magic fields!


Silvanus' blessings.


A few.


Do you think me so sheltered?


Not me, soldier. Not ever.


None shall die today but those who annoy us.


Duergar corpses. What is this beast doing to them?


How fortunate for you that I'm a practical woman.


Pay attention when spoken to. Lord Gortash's passing necessitates a tightening of city security. Follow orders and no one need get hurt.


Vos curo!<br>v3


I've got something special for you.


Only a fool would resist such power.


Disturbing, you mean.


More like my father, with each passing day.


...Shit.


*You realise why the name rings familiar: House Oblodra was purged a century ago by an alliance of rival drow houses.*


What a scene. Whoever did this had no rhyme or reason - just viciousness.


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


Might be useful.


In either case, I will remain by your side for whatever you need of me. Until the very end.


Loosen the bonds, sweet meat. Bhaal does not crave the taste of bait on his altar.


<i>Jableeda.</i>


That dead bird's been corrupted by the shadows. Would be wise to leave it alone...


Drunk <br>V3


Dunno. I don't repay 'em, as a rule.


I've heard rumours about Lorroakan's 'teaching'. Or lack of it. His students are no more than glorified shopkeeps.


Attack<br>var 2


This creature again. Just how much ground can one ox cover?


Good work. Thought we had a fight on our hands.


Drunk <br>V2


I guess you need this.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v2


Attack<br>var 4


So. A vampire spawn and a monster hunter in the same group. We're not going to have trouble, are we?


Murderers wandering our streets!


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


Don't lecture me about goodness. You don't know the first thing about it.


You are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.


They fought. Loud and nasty. Xargrim summoned the spectator and ran.


I could get used to all these raids... an' especially all this meat.


You could strangle them by accident, use too much rope and break their legs... and if it goes really badly, you could wrench their heads right off.


Fine. Minsc will listen. But Boo will <i>watch.</i>


I better help.


This is our only chance to be free, to end centuries of slavery. You will not ruin it, Astarion!


Tenebra!


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


The more I learn of this plane, Astarion, the more I believe 'love' is its greatest disease.


Shout


EffortMouthOpen
var 4


Aha! Jaheira has left you some tasks while she was away, Jord?


Isobel... isn't that the name of the Last Light's cleric protector?


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Kill many other monsters and stay safe - yes.


Make it hurt.


In a hurry, are we?


My eyes!


Easy, Cap.


Children... look away... look at me...


An invitation from Gortash himself. Looks like finding him won't be so difficult after all...


What are you saying? Or rather, what are you not saying?


When the day comes, my hammer will find your skulls - and crack them <i>wide open</i>. Ironhands - move out.


Let me smooth the path a little.


Are we so faithless? As you wish - while we watch over you, Boo shall be watching over us.


*There is a darkness to these warriors that endures even now, long after their lives were spent. But who did they serve?*


Another one of those githyanki discs. I should talk to Lae'zel.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


Missing - 'Zola'. 'Rascal'. Why do those names sounds familiar? Oh - the blood-stained collars...


I know that much. I saw the whole horrible story in your memories.


Step away. And banish this mace from your mind.


Tailors' mannequins? I never figured Shar for a follower of fashion.


Minsc is Minsc. Minsc was <i>once</i> this Lord of Stone - but he got better.


I still lack the necessary sussur bark.


My condition's only getting worse.


Full privacy when you're down there, right? No guards poking about, and walls thick enough to drown a banshee's wail.


Their duty was survival. You'd have done the same - do <i>not</i> pretend otherwise.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 1


People are fickle beasts. What makes you think they'll welcome you as their protector?


If I succeed, maybe I'll be allowed a pet... ugh, stop being silly.


We'll need a cover story...


Effort v11


Who knows what he may have up his rotten sleeve.


That book there radiates dark magic. Gale might want to see it.


And you...


Ha! Olak got you wearin' our colours, did he?


<i>Bow.</i>


I will miss the heat from those scales, though.


Exiled... lost everything...


Hey, you!


What? His rotten heart was inside me this whole time?


It's so hard to hear from back here.


Nonsense. Any power freely given is a power well-received. And this is a valuable power indeed.


Relax, we're just talking.


They're a clan of artificers in Baldur's Gate. I won't speak ill of their skills, but their politics are another matter entirely.


<i>You have resisted such a fate so far. And this would be a complete evolution. </i>


Harper... infiltrated the Guild...


And 'e was just about to scream. Get out. Out!


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


Mind flayers and civilians side by side...


But waiting's all I can do. Please - find her.


A Selûnite amulet. Better in Gale's hands than mine.


*Scoff.* I need someone with a little more know-how.


Since when can vampire spawn turn into mist?


Heh. Poo suits you.


Better to act swiftly than stand around and wonder.


They won't let us in. And I asked real nice, too.


... all you'd best take is this warning, yeah? Step lightly around here - you're outnumbered.


Free, finally. That djinni will regret such trickery.


Should step in before it gets worse.


The second question. What is your unspoken desire?


I can't believe it. Thank you, Dammon. Thank you so much.


Esto perpetua!


A jar that grants immortality, hidden inside a zombie. Clever? Mad? Is there even a difference?


We're not like those wretches, brother. We've spent lifetimes controlling our hunger - they're all but feral.


You found my stash? Please - don't tell anyone. I just needed some quick gold!


Ketheric's been studying something called the Apostle... but of which god?


<i>It seems no commemorative events for Lord Gortash are planned at the Mermaid. </i>


All this has been to bring me to this point, and now I'm finally here - thanks in no small part to you.


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


First step is the hardest.<br>


<i>Agh! </i>This thing won't yield its contents easily...


Yes!


Hell is wherever I take it. I just call it Hope, remember?


Para bellum!


You are useful - for now. And we may yet find a way to loose the Comet and see him fly free.


An evil sight. All of Father Lorgan's help was for naught, Boo.


Prosperous day to you, saer.


*Burial site of Garret Dortmell. May you finally find your rest.*


Quite a spear. Why hide it away...?


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


Because he has the same weakness as the Gondians - pride. He's simply more honest about it. And more brutal.


She's not breathing.


A pity. You would know such sweet relief at my hands.


Dying Burning<br>v6


To not being poisoned - how about that?


Jaheira will see us through this matter. She always does.


Few of our kin understand that wars can be fought with science, as well as swords.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


'The Legend of Ansur.' An epic poem, from the looks of it.


<i>They're going to call for help! Stop them!</i>


Lady Jannath is a dedicated patron of the arts. She doesn't care for status or wealth, human or dragonborn - if you have talent, she'll nurture it.


*Pain surges from the wound on your hand... but no memory comes with it - no lesson. Just agony.*


Points for style, but certainly not for comfort.


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


Let's remedy that, shall we?


Halsin sounds like the best chance of finding a cure.


Are you a devil? Don't swallow me! I taste like crap!


Let's be up with the lark - find a healer before the wee one gets hungry.


The gith! The gith!


Perhaps it is time for my homecoming. An exile from Lolth and her mind flayer consort, leading a conquering horde on Menzoberranzan.


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


PainTeeth<br>var 1


I won't keep you waiting.


I hope this is important. For your sake.


No? I want to hear every sordid detail.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Attack Critical<br>var3


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


Flagra!


Help! Get me out of this thing before the whole building collapses!


*Groan.*


I was hoping you'd be able to help with something more important - but you're only fit to muck out the jail cells.


Feed if you must, Astarion.


*You're being reported for theft. Time to get your explanation in order...*


Agh. Tadpole or no - this force is like to... split the skull.


What did I tell you? A momentous occasion, I'm sure you agree.


Caeco te!


Stay on your toes - more cultists might still pass.


Should this inner fiend seek battle again, I'll give it one. Let it taste the edge of the Blade.


Don't worry - I am truly glad she found you, and I have scant energy to play the stern father.


Gods... This is it. The proof that I was right!


Cultists. Not even the Absolute's faithful are immune.


Though you did save my life. So - thanks.


I will take word to the Order of Soul Spiders. They must know of the Absolute threat.


Ah, I see. You will find her deeper in the caves.


Now you need my help.


You fought, and you prevailed. Your future will be what you make of it.


Enjoy the fiddling? Throw a few coins our way, and let us play on into the night!


Hardly going to be much use in a battle, am I?


Deure!


We're missing someone. Did that hunter get Astarion?


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


You spherical git.


Secreti umbrarum!


You point, I punch.


I think it's outrageous that Fists should harass people in a nice neighbourhood!


That was easy.


Praise the Absolute! She will reward us well for this exquisite carnage.


Halt! By orders of Lord Gortash, refugees are no longer allowed in the city. Turn around.


Effort v2


This isn't over, Astarion.


If it's Uktar you're after, he's in with the guildmaster. Not even Nine-Fingers Keene can escape the great balancing of Guild books.


A bit tired, maybe. But we're all a bit tired.


*The creature gulps the food down - it seems he hasn't eaten in some time.*


I - look, lady, it's nothing personal.


Locked in. Uh oh.<br>


Not what I'd call 'fun', or 'interesting', but sweet.


No, your actions in the grove were most heroic, but I am afraid this a matter of style, not <i>sentiment.</i>


Feculent beast!


Aye. Feels like something down here has them excited... or scared.


But today I'm offering work, not looking for it.


These days, I'm making the impossible look easy.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


There can't be much of him left to find. Come on.


Don't mind me.


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


You know what it means, you lute-breaking arsehole.


I'll help you.


I am, if you're looking where I'm looking.


This 'Adamantine Forge' - the duergar spoke of it as well.<br>


Thanks. Me and the boy will do what we can to help - we've still got some fight in us.


Dame Aylin! Lend me your sword!


Stop that - <i>now</i>!


Non movere!


How I'm free of Cazador. How I have a whole new life stretching out in front of me, and you... you won't be able to join me, will you?


*The device searches too. You sense its hunger, its craving. It wants the tadpole, but maybe something more...*


My darling Isobel says we will stay allied at your side. I am pleased to hear it.


*The creature coos happily - he feels safe.*


The end comes.


Ubi es?<br>v3


That corpse she's tending must be Arabella's mother.


*Only a few people wear such a ring. Cazador and Godey, your old kennel master.*


Why would he write a poem in Infernal? Why would he write anything in Infernal?


No! Stop! Go away!


Hmph.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Restrain yourself, <i>k'chakhi!</i>


Not as alone as we'd like.


Listen, worm.


Let's get on with it.<br>


<i>Such an outcome was not in my calculations. There is more to this being than mere stasis.</i>


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


No splitting up, ever again, you hear?


Yes ma'am!


We're still alive, Bran. That's worth a cheer, at the very least.


Dying Deep Exhale


Hm! A chest of transformation.<br>


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


I need to examine him back at the camp.


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


PainTeeth<br>var 2


A reward is most assuredly in order.


At this rate, there won't be anything left of him.


You fought them all, didn't you? Whoa.


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


You again? That's enough creepin' around. Lads - attack!


It is! This adventurer has an illithid tadpole inside her head. But she hasn't turned.


Well you've already won that debate. Until the Steel Watch is done away with, Gortash can't be touched.


Not if Shadowheart doesn't wish for it. She may not remember, but we shared a lot together once. Good times, hard times... I will not turn on her. Even if it angers Lady Shar.


Caat? Taake flesh from <i>caaat</i>?


And <i>that's </i>a promise.


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


Mmm. Delicious gruel.


An alliance? Don't be -


Let's hope the Lady of Loss is pleased.


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


Danthelon's is up those stairs. And he's hung blooms beside the door - so the Harpers are waiting, too.


We want ya dead, ya dumpknuckle. Not dead an' <i>heroic</i>.


Still - when the time comes, call for the Blade. I won't be long to answer.


... male...


That symbol on its throat - this mewling abomination is Gale's?


I like you. Rest assured, whatever happens, I'll make the right choice.


<i>Harpers - now is the time!</i>


*Curiosity conquers his suspicions. You suck in a breath of relief...*


Tell me, what curiosities have you and your companions discovered within the walls of this esteemed emporium?


Is it me? Am I ticking?


*The hope in his voice is sincere, fervent even. But in spite of your desire to believe him, you know the truth. You are <i>ghaik</i>. You will not be welcome in the Astral Sea, and nor will he.*


Not now, perhaps.


<i>Argh.</i>


Stay with me.<br>


Voco spicae!


An illithid ally... it would be most unorthodox... but advantageous...


*Your murderous impulses have caught this guard's attention. It seems your sentence is about to get cut short. As are you.*


Voco potentia!


Watch how you go - there's a trap.


Here is your compensation.


Voco flagella!<br>v3


Some bloody help.


We're ready.


Can't say you weren't warned - steel it is.


Gods alive! <i>Why?!</i>


You still look like a customer to me, mate. Talk to Mr Sonshal.


I have just the thing.


Auntie cannot die.


Another mask.


What's that? Something's glittering down there.


Odd - I'd expect a Flaming Fist or four to be stationed nearby.


Don't want to think about why my eye is itching.


Do not let your guard down - one misstep, and we're dead.


Scratch really gave that ball life.


Thy path is clear. You must save Baldur's Gate.


It's now or never, druid! Get back here!


And yes, I'm sure there's someone out there for you. You should go see who'd like to spend the night with the saviour of the grove...


Don't tell anyone I called Archduke Gortash a pipsqueak, all right? Thanks.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


I suppose you didn't mean to keep this blood-sucking habit a secret, either? Just slipped your mind, I suppose?


Auribus teneo lupum!


Hardly a welcoming sight.


Huh. Molten. Hot. Heavy. I saw such a beast in my latrine. A <b>fierce foe</b>.


... you were so <i>very</i> close. If only you had just a little less cheek, I might have let you live.


<i>Tsk'va! </i>This cannot - <i>must </i>not - be our fate.


But for you to even speak of this to me shows that if there is a madness in you, it does not own you yet.


There's a little spot I know in town. Out of the way, but the view of the city is <i>incredible</i>.


Thou declared them soulless.


Then explore your way out of my personal space. No business, no entry.


Still, I've a feeling you'll change your mind. Before it's changed for you...


Look, I'm just glad no one got hurt.


Here goes nothing.<br>


Try something else.


Astarion's fate depends on us. Given our resounding failure to protect him in the first place, I'm not sure I fancy his chances.


But a certain someone showed me that hags aren't invincible. So let's find this damn doll, and prove that we won't be so easily beaten.


Eiecto te!<br>v3


And you saw this boy yourself? That can't be a coincidence - but we need to be sure.


Not on my life.


No idea if it's good or not. A lot of people like to promise pretty things, but it's empty air.


Yoo-hoo! Hellooooooo? Guess he can't hear me.


That explains the unfinished statues. The impaled skeletons, not so much.


I'm done. I can't wait to sleep.


There must be some way to get this open.


Deure!


... Mirileth... farmer...


Every last bloodsucker needs to be wiped from this plane.


Don't burn yourself.


Baaa. <i>Argh. </i>BAAA.


I've had enough tragedy in my day. You have too. But Shar's got you in a chokehold.


You will regret such mockery.


Stop being such a pain in the scales.


Cave circulum!<br>v3


The spell is cast - what's done is done.


Yes.


The <i>kith'rak </i>is consumed by his hunt. He'd have taken my life, given the chance.


I didn't realise you had such a soft streak. Now it'll cost you. And the city as well, perhaps...


Everything is clear.


Wrong place, wrong time. Hope they died quickly, at least.


Congratulations, petal - you've got a hag on your side. And if that doesn't save your arse, nothing can.


*The pod lies empty, echoing - no mind to draw on within.*


Balthazar, a necromancer lap dog of Ketheric Thorm's.


I got powers. But pulling coins from the sky ain't one.


Or maybe a bit of a drinking problem.


Where do you hail from, brother?


I've got you.


Torre!


You must have killed me <i>hundreds </i>of times since you were a youngling. I hope there will be hundreds more...


It seems your cruelty was uninspired in the end.


She'll be here. Any second. Maybe she's sneaking.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


Let's get this over with.


<i>Just a little more to go... Come on...</i>


Again! The Grand Design must not come to pass!


Don't want to draw any attention.


She was defiant for a caged beast. Moonrise will break her.


All comfortable, I hope?


If you'd be so kind!


By the Exile - gone again!


Father, they will die for you.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Attack<br>var 4


This trunk's rotten; shouldn't put too much weight on it.


Siege weapons like this have been out of use for a hundred years - maybe more.<br>


So fight. That's what all you heroes and Harpers are for, isn't it?


Perhaps if I manage to break the curse... perhaps then I can show you just how grateful I am.


Maybe. But keep on your guard.


Allow me to introduce myself.


And I will leave behind this wretched realm to stand at my queen's right hand.


Come find me, if you dare...


Twit, twat, twerp.


No matter. I'll breathe easier once we're clear of this place.


Eh. No, it's fine, I think? Friends nibble their friends.


Like watching a lemure eat porridge. Messy and unsettling.


If the Dark Justiciar's letter was right, there should be a stash here somewhere.


Better not disturb these webs. Whatever wove them would be much too large for my liking.


A Selûnite shrine over there. Left to rot by the looks of it - good.


Boo is just deciding which of your corpses would be best to loot.


Kind words do not always come easily to me...


Enjoy the party.


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


Better take a closer look.


But by the night orchid's bloom, her mind doth wander to old friends and old loves - Karlach. She stayed with her as she promised, to the very end, 'til all light was gone.


Magic that drains life? Oh dear, someone's out of luck.


Yonas should be here with us.


Charge too much, people hit you harder. Then they take the gold back.


Another ruined temple, full of foul-smelling beasts, spoiling for a fight.


I'm not going to say it's fine, because it's not. But thank you.


It's - you! What are the odds? So glad you're all right. Well - as all right as any of us.


There's something wrong with this wine. It'll paralyse anyone who drinks it.


Let's have a look.


But... I've not missed my walk in forty three -


No. I <i>saw </i>it. You're covered in blood and gore - vomiting. And then... your skull splits open.


<i>Tread carefully now.</i>


*You shiver at the thought of a radiant future. Goblin and tiefling may reap slaughter upon one another until none remain, if you guide them true.*


To arms - we've got trouble!


Attack<br>var 3


Heh. Lakrissa would approve.


Anything for a friend.


But what does it mean?


*Murder, bloody murder. Who else but Bhaal would these symbols honour?*


Hey - you never said you were friends with a skellie!


Preparing to march, I wager.


Moonrise Towers lies ahead. We're nearing the Heart of the Absolute, I'm certain of it.


There are memories of this time that Minsc does not remember. And Boo suggests that, just as he helps with tricksome itches in awkward places...


Agh!


Dead goblins, dead travellers.


Jara, what's going on? Who's this person?


Hm. A place like this must hide all manner of secrets.


Keep calm, I beg you. If we do battle, my father will perish at our own hands.


Some of our people are missing - more importantly, so is their cargo. They were in a caravan coming from the east.


Until then, you will be my ecstasy.


Let's waste a spell - why not?


Gods, we should have just kept going - this place isn't any safer than the last.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


I feel a breeze - I wonder what's down there.


Why... The risk almost seems worth it when there's such <i>pretty</i> coins involved.


It makes me feel better, at least. If that makes me selfish, then I suppose I am selfish.


<i>In my name.</i>


*The Blade of Frontiers is dead. You will be Wyll Ravengard, son of Ulder, proud Duke of Baldur's Gate.*


Pallida mors!


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


This isn't coin - it's <i>paper</i>.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


I hope this Ethel is waiting for you when you walk through that door. But I suspect you'll find something else.


Brine. That's what they use for those... those <i>parasites</i>.


No, he only sold his soul to one.


Help underway!


Oi! Stop!


I do what is necessary, and no worse than our enemies would do.


*Your tadpole resonates with your father's, and a flash of recognition sets in. The devil standing before him is his own son.*


Mizora - <i>I've had enough</i>. You promised my freedom. Time to end the pact.


Ohhh, I told him I'd retired from the bounty hunting. I haven't killed a goblinoid in <i>years</i>.


More where this came from.


Citizen. You are being accompanied by a malfunctioning Steel Watcher. Please stand back.


I think I could go another round.


And a <i>Sharran </i>one at that.


I can still move fast, when I need to.


He was spinning a tale, and you were falling for it. Vampires? Sacred missions? Honestly.


I'm sure such an outcome is possible, but why risk it? If we ascend there, and try to fight the good fight... well, there're no guarantees.


Where are my smelling salts?


Victory v3


Couldn't have said it better myself.


I doubt a bear this size went down without a fight.


Ad lapidem!


Then we'd best win, wizard. If we cannot... well, this is quite the view.


Talking statues are never a good sign.<br>


Only funnin'. Got word from Moonrise?


Better not die on me.


Flaming Fist letting Zhent run free? The situation must be grim.


Ugh. That corpse is riper than a Minauros bog.


You want to be stronger? Tougher? Smarter? Done! Anything is possible. (Ability Score +1)


<i>Shit.</i>


You want a chat, go prop up the bugbear's bar.


No one's stopped me yet.<br>


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


<i>We're very close now.</i>


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


Hey now - what's that?


<i>Honour </i>their suffering? Please.


Don't stop singing...


I was able to wiggle a toe earlier - I guess that potion is finally wearing off. Terrible timing, as usual.


Korrilla - tell our unwelcome guest about your role in their tragic downfall.


Is that so? I suppose it explains why they allowed a tyrannical servant of Bane to take control of their city.


Recovered <br>V3


Closed Mouth Effort v11


On I go.<br>


Eh. Heh. Now that's an idea. Should've thought of that myself!


You heard them. More goblins could be on their way.


The bark is in place. Now what?


The Iron Throne. Named for the sordid cabal of warmongers it was once headquarters to. No wonder Gortash feels at home.


I am needed.


Dodge
v2


Told yeh elves have no spine.


... god... everything... the future...


I'll let Gale deal with that particular problem.


*The rat cautiously sniffs you. With a squeak, she visibly relaxes.*


Bring death, embrace death, <i>become</i> death.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


We'll be leaving soon. Make sure you stock up.


Strange. This torch really doesn't want to be snuffed out.


Perhaps, perhaps not. Let the <i>istik </i>with you speak, and I will decide what respect you are owed.


It's done, Shadowheart.


Don't talk of my clan like you understand.


Efferve!


I'll get you right in no time.


Well, boys - we did what we were paid for. Let's leave this lot to their misery.


I hear shouting up ahead.


I wish Nickels was here. Wulbren said his sacrifice was necessary, but... I miss him. And his rocks.


Hope this ends well.


This button must have had a use once, but was it worth reaching so far down for?<br>


Should it be doing that? I don't think it should be doing that.


<i>Zech</i>... Something's there. Show yourself, <i>is'tark! </i>


I wasn't hungry anymore. And I couldn't feel that scab I got from that gnoll at all.


True Soul? Absolute? What were they raving on about?


<i>(They're locked away here for their and our customers' safety. Our finest reserve includes the 'Tharchiate Codex', 'The Annals of Karsus: A Netherese Folly', 'Sights of the Seelie', and 'The Curriculum of Strategy'. Do any of those interest you?)</i>


Come back. Strong. Show you!


Oi, ugly!


No more prayers... only silence and dust.


Ugh - he's about to belch!


I've no doubt she will satisfy your tastes for the mundane.


About the third time I knocked her on her arse.


No bleeding out on my watch.


Intactilis sum!


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


Attack<br>var 4


*That memory of the woods, nearly dying, being saved... it's all you have of your childhood. Lady Shar guards the rest.*


*You are distracted by an errant thought and lose the thread of Vellioth's lesson.*<br>


What is this place?


Lae'zel's faith in her queen is unshakeable, it seems. I just hope Vlaakith recognises that.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


She promised me a bit of milk. But do you see any milk? Do you? Nor do I. Disgraceful.


Under Gortash, the two will conquer the cult army and preserve our city and our heritage.


It's a floatin' <i>eye</i>, mate. Yer bosses at Moonrise enjoy spyin' on us.


Victory is mine. The guardian's fallen!


Thank you - for saving him when I couldn't. I can rest now... finally.


Barrelstalks, full of poison. The myconids will release it if threatened.


I've seen some dark shit at the 'Maid - but I ain't never seen anything like them monsters. Thank you for taking 'em down.


What the - you're the one who killed me! Why did you bring me back?


Effort v4


One brine pool, countless parasites. Disgusting things.


*The box is inscribed with glyphs similar to those used by the githyanki.*


The devilspawn imperilled my brood. I bared my fangs to defend it. Choice. Consequence.


What of your oath, paladin? Are you true to it?


Now leave, outcast. You are not welcome here.


Florrick.


In trouble? Small wonder.


Better move it - that thing's going to blow!


I've never heard something so beautiful...


I don't envy your choice, truly. But this is the hand fate's dealt you.


You can't want to die like this, Karlach. Not when you could still go back to the Hells. Not when you could still live.


I've got what you need.


Let's have a look.


Effort v12


Still nothing.


GaspFrightenedBreathLongOpen<br>var 3


Effort v7


Have... nothing... looking for... weapon...


Here to yell at me, I presume?


So much blood... what the hells has been happening here?


I've never seen these symbols before. So how in the hells can I understand them?


What? But that doesn't make a lick of sense. Unless...


Please, mercy! We are here to serve you, master.


Hidden... inside... couldn't find...


Come on, stop slacking.


No doubt she needs a moment alone with her thoughts. Who wouldn't, after all she's been through?


The psionic detector alerted us to the githyanki attack. Looks like Voss was good for his word.


Don't let that awful hag hurt me!


I need labour, not bloody advice. If I don't get this rubble clear and free the True Soul, it'll be my head.


Pitiful. Pathetic. Risking its life for a maggot wriggling on the hook.


A scrying eye, just like the goblins had. No telling who's looking through it.


Heehee. I like to peep through the keyhole. There's so much to see, so much to see...


Of all the things to forget... spyglass, idiot. <i>Spyglass</i>.


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


Voco spicae!<br>v2


Are we really safe?


Need to find a way forward.<br>


Be at ease.


The Dark Lady's presence - she is here!


Karlach's got the brawn of a warrior and the wiles of a survivor.


Poor old boat. Must have a leak or something.


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


<i>It's not over - come to the skull!</i>


I will join your camp, that we may discuss what must needs be discussed.


You've shown your loyalty to the Absolute, but to gain an audience with it, you must prove yourself to Ketheric Thorm.


Purge the outsiders! Take back our grove!


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


Oh, but you must! There's nobody else available.


Stop that.


Whatever plans the General is making, we'll be ready.


I admire those who challenge authority, but Viconia fled from her troubles rather than facing them.


Worth a shot.


Better get to it.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Cough_Ill<br>Var 2


Yes. Yes I am.


I know I need to sell it. I know that.


I heard the pisspot - you're a True Soul, same as Nere.


<i>Hshar'lak! </i>Guards, a betrayer!


Mm - I smell elderberry and almond. This wine's been tainted with a paralytic.


Won't budge.


He's just serious about his work.


It's all up to you now. Ketheric awaits.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


I think Shadowheart would like a word.


Worked alone... better that way...


Hurt, but still kicking - I can feel it scrabbling from here. Watch yourself.


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


These writers sure do have a lot to say. The amount of trees they must have cut down to print all these papers...


It's hard to tell. We were alone in the darkness one moment, surrounded the next.


Breaking news! The Mouth said it first!


That was incredible - I'm actually impressed! You have a wicked little mind.


Baldur's Gate has been our prison, but we could go to the Underdark. Perhaps that could be a home.


Agilius!


Looks like there was a struggle here.


Kiai<br>Var 3


*You can feel tendrils of magic snaking through your veins, locking you in place.*


This might unlock those controls next to the pod.


For you, oh horned cheek.


No use digging here.


Great - another newcomer. The Elfsong Tavern is down the road, yeah?


All those locked cells. A girl could cause all sorts of mischief with skilled fingers and a hairpin...


Balthazar - I should have expected his <i>weakness</i>.


Another sale! I think I'm getting the hang of this.


Always.


The shape is odd, feels strangely familiar...


I think Gortash is more concerned about the economy than he is your parties, my lady.


Dying Deep Exhale


You forget yourself, Gondian. Your quota is now doubled.


Insert the artefact into the planecaster. I don't know about you, but I'm ready to see who - or what - is inside it.


Wouldn't want that to scar.


That sounded like a threat. I like threats.


Without those stones, we are worse than doomed. Do not lose them!


A shame they've wilted, these must have cost a fortune.


Sebastian.


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


*This imposing portrait depicts a powerful githyanki warrior, undeniably regal in her mien.*


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 3


That's fair. I assumed it was Zariel, but he seemed to hate devils as much as I do.


Eyes open, mouth shut.


Attack<br>var 2


Another moment won't kill them, I suppose... Well, it might, but let's take that risk.


Later on, when we are at rest, I will eat you right up. Just enough to give me strength, and just enough to leave you wishing for more.


First, the pick. Then the boot.


Oh, I almost forgot you.<br>


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


Ugh, the <i>people</i>. They could have been our subjects if we had only seized power when we had the chance.


There's no time to waste.


Ow! That damned kobold...


Don't worry, I've no interest in prizing that artefact from your grip. Your secrets are yours to keep.