I tried. I <i>tried</i>. But I don't think I can ever be good. Instead I'll be perfect.


The seed of tyranny begins with the want for power. Nurture it, let it grow, and we become the very despots we once despised.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v2


Recovered <br>V2


Very good, little Gondian.


If it helps, he won't feel any pain. It's the best death I can give him.


*From this seat, Ketheric defied gods and raised an army for the Absolute.*


Me too. But - noblestalk. You... you have it?


Or maybe a bit of a drinking problem.


Hurt Critical


How did they get here? What is Cazador doing with them? My brethren spoke nothing of this...


Wulbren will want to see you - we've been taking a beating, but he's ready to hit back.


Can you see with eye pieces? Can you cry? Can the jellied gouts be whole again? I want to know. I want to <i>see</i>.


Effort v11


It's the only way to Moonrise Towers. We have to push through.


The question is - where is the rest of him?


Change your mind.


I <i>want </i>to help - I just didn't think it would <i>feel </i>like this.


Of course, my friend. But <i>facts</i> belong to no one and everyone. Please: what happened here?


Rest where? I can't leave. The whispers won't let me leave.


Damn. That shade knocked me right back to the start.


Goodness, look at the time! I'm terribly sorry for keeping you, but the most <i>delightful </i>chat. Here - a little discount as a thank you.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 5


Wait - you're no underling of mine. Far too <i>intact </i>for my tastes. That means you're a trespasser.


Heard you helped us out. But I ain't helpin' you back.


Omnia mutantur!


That must have hurt.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Laughter Maniacal


Mithral added. But something is still missing...


Out of the shadows.


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


So we're travelling with a vampire, are we?


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


Sometimes I think you are quite mad. Other times I think you still hold on to a slim fragment of your sanity.


I owe you. Maybe I can repay you with some metalware - finest in the city, if you don't know where to look.


I mean, of course I'll support you. I'd just rather do it from a distance. Because of the... explosion.


Dry scales, clear eyes. You do not suffer - you <i>flourish.</i>


Ut ventus!<br>v2


There - in the cage!


For the queen!


No matter. Baretha! This one is no kin to us. Kill them. I will continue searching for the weapon.


Effort v6


My message is intended only for the paramour of Gale of Waterdeep. Please stand aside.


It's Shadowheart, isn't it? For one who guards her secrets so closely, she's made no attempt at hiding how much she wants you.


*Brave the Gauntlet of Lady Shar. Test body, mind, and spirit with Her trials. Glory awaits the few who succeed.*


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


Lead the way.


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


Effort v12


I can give this girl a life of power. The life of a <i>hag.</i> So leave well enough alone, petal.


Hurt


I may be able to help you find a more definitive solution to your problem.


I suspect we'll need it before the day is done. The fact is, we cannot withstand a siege.


What about what I want? Does that not matter?


I would sooner donate my body to the Netherbrain as a <i>ghaik</i> puppet than live some half-life as a tentacled castaway.


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


That doesn't sound terribly promising...<br>


Let's just say it had more in it than a few grapes.


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


This place is far too reminiscent of Ethel's swamp-hole for my liking...


Truly? A soft heart is not always a virtue. You have sought our help just in time.


Listen here.


But when Halsin departed... the shadows truly took root.


We get into a scrap, I bet they'll run off into the dark. Wastes of space.


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


As I suspected. Take a seat.


Ah, a kindred spirit.


Fog?!


My blade is ready.


<i>Hells</i> that was strong. Thought my skull was going to crack.


*Her stare must be due to your rather impressive and rare physique.*


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 2


Best move fast.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


*She will be executed three days hence.*


*Your pickpocketing has caused quite a stir. The alarm is being raised.*


Looks like this used to be a distillery.


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


Rise again, druid! You are too large for your beloved earth to swallow!


So much for the druids. Looks like all my sword training did some good.


What the hells is this place?


Selûne willing, we'll get the order to move soon. I don't like camping above a godsdamned illithid nest.


Morbidus!


They can't fly straight if they're disturbed.


Doing the rounds, are you? You'd better get some rest.


He's too dangerous to have around. We'd always be sleeping with one eye open.


I am free. Never to be captured again.


On with you. Unless you want to come back to a gaggle of shadow-cursed Harpers.


It's done, Karlach. By my living soul, you will forever <i>burn.</i>


Stupefacio!


*Your magic is gone, replaced by fury. You and your powers are one - this <i>will</i> be temporary.*


Halt. We do not know how you gained entry, but your trespass shall not be punished. Lord Gortash has been expecting you.


Strange... Do you feel that? It's as though the Weave itself is rushing past us...


Besides, Brilgor wouldn't know which end to hold the dagger. He's no killer.


Omnia mutantur!


A touch of magic will do the trick.


Gnolls erupting from corpses? I've not seen the likes of it.


Fear is a normal response when one feels one's magic slipping away. No need to lash out.


You took an unexpected route here.


The wife is out and the boys are sleepin' - Say, hey, for the pub!


Ide keeps asking to go treasure hunting, but I don't want to. Not anymore.


But it will not slay the creatures that emerge from the darkness. Be vigilant 'til the last.


*Destroy the Heart of the Absolute, and you may yet turn your greatest mistake into your greatest triumph.*


You think this can be settled with just words? No. Honour demands I take <i>something </i>from you.


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


Probably. But Baelen in his right mind wasn't worth half a half of noblestalk.


Ugh, better offer help.<br>


Until you.


Lady Mayrina will be all right. She's is strong, and smart, and amazing.


A memory shard. They hold their glow for years<i> </i>- and it's <i>fading. </i>


Careful. I've only got one good eye left!


Not very sturdy. I could punch right through it.


Goblin parties ain't for everyone... but I reckon you'll manage.


Kiai<br>Var 4


Angry little creature, isn't she?


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 2


How dare he speak my queen's name!  How dare he dishonour her child!


To break bread in Shar's name, then spill blood in her name. A sacred rite.


More Selûnite markings. No worshippers left though.


<i>Ah! </i>I'm sorry.


Lookit, Klaw! Supper's here!


Doesn't matter! It's spy candy, 'cause I'm a spy! I'm gonna violate <i>all </i>the protocols!


Believe me, I am not telling you half of what I know.


Obedi me!<br>v3


<i>First: defeat the Netherbrain. Then: live.</i>


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


*Sword Coast Couriers.*


'Til now, I've tossed you the Hells' scraps. Tonight, pup? Tonight, you binge.


The Blade of Frontiers - all pomp and empty oaths. The Sword Coast's most dashing fraud.


Now, do not be so foolish as to attack me. Unlike before, I am flesh and blood - but am very well protected.


I've got the plans and the sussur bark. Now I need somewhere to craft it all.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_lp10s<br>var 3


Oh <i>Vlaakith gha'g shkath zai</i>, I think it's starting to come off!


He would've followed us to camp and slit our throats in the night.


<i>Hells</i> that was strong. Thought my skull was going to crack.


While I've done some mad things, I've never fooled around with a dragon. Well, not yet anyway.


Can we hurry this up? I need a drink. <i>Now.</i>


Wait! I didn't mean to scare you off! Come back!


Green blouse, brown hair - that must be Miri.


I will not entertain madness. Only in Vlaakith's might am I free!


This item is warded by magic.


Effort v5


Intactilis sum!


Fine.


Phew. Thought Lae'zel and the walking fringe were gonna come to blows. Would've been entertaining, but I'm not ready to say goodbye to either one just yet.


Lice-ridden cur!


Listen, you!


Ha ha! I'm smarter than you-ou!


Halsin's dead. I need to check his corpse for anything important.


We're the Absolute's favourites, mate.


Dying Burning<br>v3


A little boost, with nature's blessing.


That's curious.


*You watch as he stalks off. Stronger. More confident. Ready to hunt.*


Let's hope the Lady of Loss is pleased.


What are those?


Argh, the poison. It's too much. It's too late...


Te absolvo!


This is hopeless!


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


And what do you see, exactly?


If that is where I am needed.


Minsc is normally the strong and violent type, but if you insist on hearing a sad tale, he can tell it.


I even keep secrets from myself - I had my memories suppressed, so that nothing I knew could be used against the Dark Lady. Once I prove myself, my memories will be restored.


Best help before it gets worse.


This could've been simple. Remember that!


We'd need an army of our own to escort us safely to Baldur's Gate, and while I don't doubt your abilities... you're no army.


Go away! There's nothing in here for you - for <i>any </i>of you.


*Rats have ki, like all living things. But it is not usually this frenetic. Or powerful.*


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


This soul remembers its invective, but remembers not its tongue.


This curse is powerful - the will of a god made manifest.


A key. Wonder what it opens?


Yes - this will do nicely.


Now... Barnabus, darling... NO!


Laugh all you want, dynamite. You're not coming out of this alive without him. Then again, <i>you</i> probably won't come out alive at all.


How did you do it?


Heyy!


Snore
zzZzz
v3


*It seems to be intrigued by you.*


Surely you have <i>something</i> better to do.


This shape feels deliberate, like it might have some sort of purpose.


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


I don't know. I never asked for a reading and it's not like I can just peek in a mirror to see.


Someone didn't want us intruding. Which means there's something worth <i>finding.</i>


Hold there! Didn't expect to see anyone with a pulse coming out of that dungeon.


Better save any rescue attempts until dawn. Darkness is no ally in the pursuit of such an enemy.


Tell me - are you the one in charge?


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


Effort v7


We're done down here. Can't believe I'm saying it, but I miss the damn sun.


Kobold drank once and lost his aim!<br>


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


I'm carrying these people.


It is not your time to speak.


*In spite of your reservations, he's telling the truth.*


Come on. We need to get up and out.


<i>We march to Baldur's Gate!</i>


Yet we came through for them. We saved their lives. Odd.


Vae victis!<br>v3


Ah! What the hells are you - wait, did you say Infernal?


Might be useful.


I ain't scared of some guard. Stick a dozen arrows in me, and Priestess Gut'd <i>still</i> patch me up.


To which we've added a low and craven chapter. I can see the greater good in it, should it lead us to Orin.


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


Hurt Critical


She did nothing of the sort.


What's done is done - but we should check the corpses for valuables.


Good. We'll put that little outburst down to the shock of the circumstances, and move swiftly on.


Have you back on your feet soon.


That's it.


I know all about your situation... your <i>condition</i>. My master has taken a personal interest.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 3


*You feel the barest of presences caress your mind - she's reading your thoughts.*


Now - steady your heart, and <i>do not move. </i>


Perhaps we'll be afforded the chance to avenge them.


Now every time I open it, the voices surge back into my mind. I can't reason with them - they exist to protect that book.


You again. Business?


Option two. I break your pact, and you are freed from your duty. Your father dies by his enemy's hand, and Baldur's Gate loses its greatest champion.


Better not be cursed.


A century ago... a Bhaalspawn ruled... the Iron Throne...


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


Minsc does the doing, Boo the reasoning why - and he need not explain our noble cause to you, smooth-skull.


Yes. Now you know all that is worth knowing. Let us put this behind us, for good.


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


Closed Mouth Effort


Ahem. <i>Ain't you hearin' me, prick-hole? Piss off to every last hell!</i>


Ahh, this makes more sense! Some relation to the Baldur who owns the gate perhaps, Boo?


I call the first hell my home. Avernus, my mistress Zariel's realm - a torrid battleground split by the bloody waters of the Styx.


I've got you.


Oi!


We have challenges to surmount, of course, but with you by my side, my heart stays strong.


Butchered. They didn't stand a chance.


Statues? Strange...


Skewered like a hog. They probably died like one too.


It's no small thing to ask, but... I've seen you fight. You're equal to the task.


I want to go back. Back to the way things were... What can I get you?


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Mmft! Mmmmmft! Hellllppp! HELP!


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


If I become a Dark Justiciar, I'll have Lady Shar's highest blessing, and her arsenal at my disposal. This will be good for all of us. Let's explore.


I'd like that. So would father, I bet. A nipper to bear his name, learn the pillars. Courage, insight, strategy, justice.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Go? So that this magus might send his jesters to harangue me night and day?


I'll be - a fresh face!


Well, look who's here. Shadowheart's new toy.


Yes, we risk turning into mind flayers. But purification will have to wait until we take control of the ship.


Death won't take me yet.


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


<i>Leave him to me. Connect the transponder!</i>


I was... performing... and then the lights went out. I'm waiting for the curtain call.<br>


Another shapeshifter - I wonder if the real Dribbles has better jokes?


Hold on, my love.


It is time to continue the hunt, True Soul. I hunger for battle.


It could be infinitely worse. We seem to be rather good at killing things.


Thank Lord Gortash. No doubt we'll be needing them again before too long. You be safe now.


Lunkbug, hush. We're being watched.


Of course Ethel is involved in this mess. Question is, where has she got to now?


I will not <i>shout</i>, but if it will appease you - a rather large and heavily armed fellow has taken Head Banker Glitterbeard below.


Get lost, ya sick hornface.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


It's broken, but not too badly.


My my, you've been busy.


Death greets us all - but not today.


It was an absolute <i>pleasure</i> doing business.


Were they heading to the druids' grove?


If anyone was gonna be able to pull off a few tentacles, it was going to be me. Let's do this.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Have a little faith, Lia. If anyone can get us out, they can.


MAYRINA? She did this to - BLEUGH.


For every song of Minsc the ranger, they sing ten of the <i>hamster</i> Boo. And not just because his name is easier for the rhyming.


Hells - I don't like the look of that. Run, damn it, run!


I heard a step upon the boards, as something wicked came toward.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


We should hurry to the Inquisitor.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


A prick-squeak like you should fit <i>right</i> in. That a problem for you?


You know monsters, right? Better than anyone. Look into my eyes. Can't you see I'm not what you think?


Poxy pissered pervert!


Right you are.


Really? Well, if you're sure...


Damn this. Damn them. Damn everything.


Yes. But be warned - I play to win.


These words of power should be more than helpful. Time to get to the archive.


Heretic. You should never have come here!


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Please, free from this cell and lead me out of this prison.


I have a lot on my mind.


Now I must report your reappearance. If you are intent on bringing matters to a head, then seek out the House of Grief, in the Lower City.


The risk will be well worth the gain - we need only to hold our nerve through these final tribulations, and the crown will be ours. <i>Everything</i> will be ours.


You alive?


Cheeky. We might be in a brothel, but I'm not that kind of gal. You should reconsider, though.


What do I really know about all these people?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


I didn't do this enough, when I had the chance.


My destiny lies in this city, with Lady Shar's church. They look to me now.


What's this, Cousin? Another Absolutist come to see what we did to poor old Sarin?


Looks like an ambush.


We must speak.


A circle of summoning. Our little diabolist is lonely - but for what manner of company?


This beast didn't go down without a fight.


YOU FAILED TO WIN THE GRAND PRIZE BUT FEAR NOT, GROTESQUE ONE. TRY AGAIN - BE VICTORIOUS!


Dying Freezing to Death


Wait. Perhaps we <i>shouldn't</i>. You're not the one I need to talk to, are you? Not really.


We're too poor to leave. But too scared to stay - like half the city.


Thank you, stranger. I take some solace knowing that he died in Ilmater's service.


<i>Well-deserved. You will find your dreams much changed, full of colours and shapes you do not yet recognise. But you will know them, in time.</i>


Dammit - if that story goes to print, we're in trouble.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


A dead Archduke is of no use to me. A living explorer - a mighty fighter, perhaps - is a different matter.


<i>Brains?</i>


Hurt


I think the others are asleep. <i>Hi.</i>


*You claim victory over the squirrel, though you're not sure why you were fighting to begin with.*


That bugbear keeps looking over, I'll feed him his own loincloth.


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


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


You speak frivolously. I do not believe you grasp the <i>cost</i> of what we're dealing with.


...You're bound for Baldur's Gate, then? Our paths align.


An elf seafarer alongside a dragon. Quite a pair.


I trust that you will do everything you can to free your father. But in case you don't find a way, I'll be heading to Baldur's Gate to seek reinforcements.


Dying Deep Exhale


No tadpoles in this brine pool.


Ludus non factum est!


*Nothing. The console remains dormant.*


Don't be such a <i>prude.</i>


We tracked you halfway across the Sword Coast, only to finally catch up with you here.


Whatever the outcome of what's just ahead, it will be the stuff of legends.


Mortalis!


Look - behind the crates. A hole.


True Soul? Absolute? What did they mean?


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


<i>I didn't get that impression. And my calculations are never wrong. </i>


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Oh, <i>hells</i>.


AKABI IS DELIGHTED YOU ENJOYED IT, REPUGNANT MORTAL. BEGONE - AKABI IS SICK OF YOU.


<i>Gods</i>... That's worrying. I knew this went deeper than Brilgor and Lorgan.


You have to do something - you have to save her. I have no one else. Please, help my little girl. <i>Please.</i>


<i>Lovers? </i>I think you must have me mistaken for someone with no taste.


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


Mors animae!<br>v2


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


Thou hast vanquished thine Urge.


Strange - they're leaving us be. Do they think we're one of them?


Can't live my life without you.


*For the first time in memory, you're without magic. You feel...*


Another mention of the Adamantine Forge. All that remains is to reach it.


Eh? Blood-thirsty idiots! Who'd they go after? Xanta? Damn it!


Is that... a human arm? Do I even want to know?


Bet you need a hand.<br>


But even when the last soul falls, Baldur's Gate will stand. For Baldur's Gate is more than just a city.


We... failed... goblins... so many... goblins...


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


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


Helm, forgive me - how could I have missed the signs?


I know you can, brother. Just being careful - don't want the young ones going all weird from eating mystical greens.


Someone's moving around in there.


And mine.


This is such a time. You've been trained in the ways of the great champions and proven to be one of them. The wyrm will answer your call. You must seek him out.


Oh, I see how it is.


No other incidents, sir.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


You'd be dying in vain. I don't need company to sacrifice myself.


Extra Recovered


It barely touched him! What am I missing?!


Laughter Maniacal


They do when I throw them.


What were you two talking about?


To the task.


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


A painter's easel - with a little something extra.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


Inside your every wound lives my obsession. Inside my every wound lives your passion.


*Nere's voice fades, but your head still tingles with his anger... and fear.*


Come on, soldier.


*What will a mind flayer say that could encourage them on the threshold of battle?*


Always saving the day - I knew there was a reason I liked you. Let's get out of this dump.


*...and visions consume you once more. A swarm of githyanki dragon-riders, silver blades held high.*


A poor investment.


It seems loyalty only stretches so far in this forsaken place.


Incredible. An elf and a bronze dragon - allies at sea.


Voco nubes!<br>v3


I'm Shadowheart - we were on the nautiloid together. We've both got the same problem... though only I might have the solution.


Hmmm.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


<i>Vagabonds and criminals frequent the Mermaid's exterior, dear readers.</i>


There's no hard feelings - genuinely. You deserve happiness, and I'm more than glad to remain with you to bear witness to it.


My good lady. I am Wyll Ravengard. I will not pay to enter my own city.


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


I say, every last soldier in this place has abandoned us. So much for duty.


Won't leave an ally in a bind.<br>


Hm, just thought of something.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Won't budge.


At this point, you've earned it. Just don't start any grand designs, and I'm sure we'll all stay friends.


The dawn was my torment. Rustling leaves, agony. I couldn't wait to escape this place. Now, I revel in it. I revel in you.


OPEN! No, that did not work. Perhaps there is another way.


Caught on to that, did you? Might be the wine talking.


No longer. Forget. Forget and rise.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


I hear shouting up ahead.


<i>Isobel, we're in need of your talents.</i>


Are you sure you want to do this, though? I mean... <i>this?</i>


Pallida mors!<br>v3


Fuck them. Fuck <i>Zariel</i>. I won't go back. I'm never going back.


Something's etched into this collar.


Need any advantage I can get.


We will be ready.


Listen - the psionic detector. Githyanki are lurking nearby.


We must find a way into the House of Hope and retrieve the hammer.


Take this key, too. It unlocks the ritual room upstairs. There's a blood circle already drawn. Don't ask whose blood.


Blood everywhere. Someone wasn't as fortunate in their choice of campsite as us.


Keep talking. Nothing to be gained in picking a fight with a fanatic.


What do we have here?


I think you are still dreaming if you see a dagger before you. She has a sword - two of them, in fact.


The brain must be close...


Dodge


Must have belonged to Lenore's dog.


What's inside?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


I'll kill you so badly!


Now, let's talk about you. I sense there's something you want to ask me.


Recovered <br>V2


S-sorry, True Soul. I'll open the cage for ya.


Githyanki writing. Every word a wheel, every letter a spoke.


Voco arvina!


Certainly.


Quod dico face!


Wine is to wit as meat is to... to... oh, I can't bloody remember it. There I go, then, proving your point.


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


Doesn't do anything.


We won. We bloody <i>won</i>.


Trapped behind bars. I'd hoped for a warmer welcome to the Gate.


Our touch has been that of sunlight. But now we must look beyond - to the uncertain. To the future.


That would only be the second-worst thing you've done to me - you lute breaking arsehole.


There's still life left in this old thing.


Oh, it's going to be like that? I love strong women.


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


Step on plate to enter code, observe lights, and then...


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


That was wonderful. Perhaps you'll enjoy a drink in the bar before you brave the streets again.


I'd like to see him try, the little worm.


Fine. Just don't expect my confidence if I don't have yours.


Might help if you pay the inspection fee. I could take a look.


They will make fine prey.


<i>Your friendship, your constancy - when I fell to despair, they elated me. Thank you, my friend. </i>Sha va zai.


*Tentacles. Horror. Blood. Oblivion. Only some of those sound appealing.*


Venustior!


The Absolute brought you here for a reason - to throw open those gates so we can crush our enemies.


I wish I'd discovered you drinking yourself to death in a tavern with some bedfellows of negotiable virtue, and not <i>this </i>debacle.


Forget you saw anything. This never happened.


Seems as though the Absolute's attracting followers from all kinds of places.


This tomb lies open and empty. Did anyone say 'undead'?


Immortal, eh? Interesting. Won't be easy getting her back to the wizard, but if you don't do it, someone else will.


Monsters snuffling and stalking,
In the shade where we are walking.


Recovered


Now that's not good.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 1


But necromancy does not give life - it twists death. Whatever abomination you summon will <i>not </i>be your brother - I swear it.


So? It's just Mol's eyepatch. She's lost loads of them. That doesn't mean <i>anything</i>.


*Its laboured breaths resound like a death knell in your mind, tolling for the end of all hopes of survival, and freedom.*


Diminuo te!


There's worse ways to travel, I guess.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


A history told by Balduran himself, stretching a thousand years back. It is no fable - it is plain truth.


Now you're happy to leave if I'm uncomfortable? How novel.


It hurts! It hurts!


On my way.


If you run into Raphael while he has your contract, we'll both be dust and ash. I CAN HELP YOU


She's right. We should scram while we can.


Yeah but look at these mountains. The height of temptation.


He's not going to like that. And he's not going to find me standing next to you.


No! No, I don't know them.


You let Karlach Cliffgate slip through your fingers? Poor  thing.


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


Vae victis!<br>v2


<i>Tell me you turned him down?</i>


Dead, boom - just like that. What happened?


That symbol on the collar... Gale, is this one yours?


This forge again. That drow wizard's notes mentioned some kind of guardian.


It would be like swinging a sword by the wrong side. Painful - but it can be effective, too.


Quod dico face!<br>v3


DisagreeClosed<br>var 2


A butcher? Really?


Come then, Zhent - earn your pay!


I'm out of flasks! They're coming!


No. No. Wrong song.


Can't make anything out. What's down there, I wonder?


Well, now you can run away again, gith. Keep back!


Mama says Waterdeep will be safe, but papa will still be here. If you look out for papa, he'll be safe, won't he?


*Your tadpole squirms and shrinks away - inside the vat is a churning mass you can do nothing to quell.*


Broken. Must have been here a while.


Of course.


Yet I don't recall asking for a stranger's opinion. Be on your way.


Yes, yes - on my way.<br>


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


I don't know what I am.


Then you leave me no choice, sir. We settle this outside. Now!


Tell me, what brings one of such <i>power</i> into the presence of Mystic Carrion?


I simply wish a <i>scrap</i> of the Profane Lady's slaughter was left for us.


This is not for Minsc to use. Boo, he likes my face too much.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


More proof that outsiders must never be trusted.


No time to slow down.<br>


Dolor!


Not go up... not safe for clients...


*The cub clicks his beak weakly - more scared than afraid. He has no fight left in him.*


...The parasite. It's withered, dead along with the Netherbrain. I am cleansed! I will never be a filthy <i>ghaik</i>.


Impero tibi!<br>v3


Obedi me!


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


Great big druid strolled in, too. Halsin - reckon he'll want a word with you. When you're done...


*This being - the colony itself - burns to rage, to tear these impostors from its core. And instead it rests, like a docile pet.*


Since you're the only one in good form out here, I'll trust you to lead the way, Shadowheart.


And yet here you are, having made the same mistake. Find your contract, and undo it if you can.


I am Uktar, duly elected Guild bursar, and I will not have my time wasted.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


Effort v2


There's no getting through.


Gnolls. I wager they've infested the entire coast.


Vast world out there.


Serve me and I will ascend you. You will be no mere warrior, nor kith'rak. You will be Baht t'Vlaakith.


Farlin... from the Guild...


My lute. You got it back. How?


You'll find out for yourself if you get on the wrong side of them. The Zhentarim aren't much for subtlety.


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


From your ashes, Baldur's Gate will be reborn!


We're just... taking a breather. A short one.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Very good. Browse responsibly, now.


Least there's plenty of wood for the fire with the druids gone.


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


Little tyrant. Teach him some manners.


Strange. Why make a path from the Underdark to here?


I'll have to tidy this place.


KARLACH! I knew it was you, you arsehole. You had me thinking I was seeing visions.


'Only a Patriar's Loss can open this door.'


'Lae'zel.' Proud. Regal, even.


Open up.


Mors tua, vita mea!


The road to Baldur's Gate is west of the town. If we hurry, we'll arrive before the Absolute's forces.


Opportunism. My guard was down. It was the first time - it will be the last.


A slate marked with <i>tir'su</i>. Another Orpheus story, perhaps?


He's tottering. Another drink might knock him out.


Explosive blood? That might prove useful... once.


You might be ready to abandon Oskar, but I'm not.


Pallida mors!<br>v2


I need no further prompting.


Swit swoo, that is some jewellery.  Royal, is it? From Suldanessellar? Don't ask me how I know that.


Sharp little creature, aren't you? All right then - half.


Dodge


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


We will drink for Gale. Boo and I are banned from most of the inns in the city, but you may order for us.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Hmm, a pixie. Curious little thing.


Hopefully it comes no closer.


Illithid writing. Meaningless to me.


Oh, oh, you're all such good friends! I've had a wonderful time, but I have to go...


I'd hurry if I were you. In this heat, things tend to get ripe rather quickly... if you catch my meaning.


Effort v4


<i>It was their union that made them. </i>


Do you wish for death?


Now <i>that's </i>a story. And I'll tell it to you, too, but truth be told, we shouldn't stay here too long. See, these 'paladins' have -


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


I feel magic on this flask - Gale might find use for it.


A mephit?!


All I've got's the contract. It'll show you where we turned back, if you feel like dying.


Drunk <br>V2


Not like I was sleeping at night anyway. C'mon Locke. We're done.


Let's cut a purse.


Rich of you to talk about someone else's heart, Karlach.


This place is a blister of corruption.


Methinks we have to wake the sleeping Prince. But who shall do the smooching?


I was going to show leniency, but Kagha... a child is <i>dead </i>because of you.


Now - where should we start?


Up, or Boo shall have to go a-biting!


No time for mercy.


...I was forgetting who I was, but you lifted the fog. Thank you.


Prisoner's lost a lot of blood, yer ladyship. Still ain't talkin.


*Or not. Perhaps you are unique among illithid-kind. Perhaps you will retain enough of who you are to resist your nature.*


*Setting that trap has earned you a trip to the cells. This guard appears more than ready to escort you.*


I wish... to know more. There must be all sort of things you can tell me. Little things from my past, lost to Lady Shar's embrace.


More where this came from.


Chewy, bitter, putrid. Just like mum used to make.


Tensions were high - I am hardly surprised. The novices were lost without me to guide them.


<i>I can sense its fury, its greed. We're close.</i>


... that's a fair trade. Here. Take this soul back to the damned place it came from.


All the way from Thay. Jewels and gems, probably - one's still in there.<br>


Haven't seen Glitterbeard in a while. No complaints.


It's enough to put you off tentacles for life.


I've got one!


<i>Mum would've lived if we'd found a good enough healer who'd take our gold. Greedy bastards.</i>


I can take what I please.


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


Each one of these corpses has been arranged symmetrically - and purposefully.


Wait. Report to our <i>kith'rak</i> first, she may have use of you.


Esto perpetua!


A Guardian of Faith spell, and a remarkably long-lasting one at that.


*The longer you stare, the more uneasy you feel. There is a presence. You are <i>seen</i>.*


Curious.


Te video!<br>v2


I ought to knock some sense into you, but you know what? I'm too godsdamn tired.


*You recognise this as a trial, where initiates would prove themselves to Lady Shar. This one would test their ability to navigate her sacred darkness.*


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Footprints, I wager. I should look closer.


Get her, fellas!


I'll get you out of there.


So much for that.<br>


*Mordoc SeLanmere, the Pale Knight. The self-proclaimed king of vampires.*


But Alaundo did not see. He did not know. He did not <i>revel</i> in the glory of what is to come.


This... isn't meant for my sort of stomach. Bluh.


It's gone. Levelled to the ground.


Stultissime!


But what if I really enjoy being distracted from the task ahead?


Better keep an eye out for more.


*The inscription on this bust reads 'Mordoc SeLanmere'. One of Cazador's ancestors, perhaps?*


Prayers, charms, battle cries - the Harpers' work. They were primed for combat.


These footprints started in the sewers.


No. I'm taking it to camp. Zevlor will know what to do with it.


Oh look, a new friend's come to play.


I know you. I know everything about you. Your thoughts, your feelings, your weaknesses.


Mind the True Soul. She will - she - she...


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


Gale will want that Selûnite amulet. Let's bring it to him.


Light steps.


What's done is done - but we should check the corpses for valuables.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


I will ascend!


I led them here - to this.


You could have helped the people in the grove, but what then? The cultists' influence is growing by the day, and the road to Baldur's Gate is long.


You know for yourself how hard won such an item was, and it will be no easier when even more are required to assuage my hunger.


After all, you helped me attain perfection. I owe all of this to you, so... thank you.


They'll be tough to fight... but not impossible to beat.


Only what I can smell. And whatever engine burns within you is grinding to an inevitable explosion. Burning and fear - you <i>reek </i>with it.


Oh, boo-hoo, says Boo!


Recovered <br>V2


Struggling more with every moment.


Dolor!


Now I'm free of Raphael's blasted contract, I can return to the frontlines.


Necrotic energy. It sapped the life from me.


At the risk of being stereotyped, we could still drain Orpheus...


Basket is bored. Basket wants to MURDERISE.


Laridda. We're hardly overburdened with friends down here. Let's hear them out.


Not a friend, perhaps, but an ally. Or a servant. I saw within you - we share common purpose.


I'd know that symbol on the collar anywhere. Does this flying cat belong to you?


They won't expect this.


*Your dedication has already brought you far already. Who is to say what greatness awaits?*


You look drained, and I know it wasn't me. Is the plant bothering you?


Effort v3


I'd hoped the Gortash fluff pieces would stop once he went belly up. Turns out they just got <i>more</i> annoying.


Look here!


Does it matter? We managed to stop it.


I take it as a compliment either way. You don't get to be thirteen centuries old without becoming a sound judge of character. And cheese, apparently.


Ravengard is a charlatan. Like every last patriar of this wretched city.


*Your fate will be what you make of it. Now, you are your own master.*


He <i>is? </i>But why is he... why would you...


<i>SICARIUS!</i>


What just happened?


Ugh, I'm terrible at this. What should we do now?


How're you holding up?


No... you can't be here - it's not safe. <i>She </i>has my scent.


That's a 'no' to fun, then?


We endangered the crèche and its people - and to what end?


The sacrament of murder is to be devoured, <i>savoured</i>.


Crusher... no!<br>


NO! NO! YOU MUST PAY - YOU MUST PAY THE TOLL!


Now. Sp-eak.


*Mystra would no more forgive Elminster for defying her than she was willing to forgive you. His hands are tied. As, it seems, are yours.*


Grab a drink!


I see the mirthful chuckle of Garl Glittergold in those eyes of yours. Be welcome, cleric.


<i>Thaniel... Thaniel...</i>


We got you surrounded.


I know you're keen, Elin. Be patient - your chance will come.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


I've got nothing left to take, so you might as well shove off!


Balduran's sailing away - but the dragon stays behind.


Welcome back, True Soul. Z'rell is holding an audience with the General - deciding the fate of those who have failed the Absolute.


That's not helping!


A parasite grips my mind. <i>Kith'raki</i> betray their own queen. But I am gnawed by an even greater torment.


*Looking, it appears, is crime enough.*<br>


Come on. They'll know we've broken out by now.


A bronze dragon, yes. He sleeps beneath us even now, awaiting a hero to rouse him.


Dissera!


When I was held in the prison, I felt an overwhelming hunger, as if I were suspended above a great maw, eager to consume and absorb me.


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 2


Aridissimus!


*You spot explosives placed around the cavern. The Zhent are ready to bring the place down.*


I won't lie, it felt satisfying. But let's not forget we're here to find a healer.


One small world among the infinite.<br>


That music...


Nah, nah. Hold on until after training, then at least you'll get paid for dying. Or your next o' kin will, at least.


I see the art of eloquence is alive and well. I'm awed, impressed, and a little bit scared of you right now.


I wished to believe the Stone Lord's <i>evil</i> was the worm alone, a-tainting my thoughts with foul dung. But I see now - the dung was within Minsc all along.


I... owe you an explanation. Much more than that. But first, please...


You are kind, but I serve Helm - and failing to keep this hex from Mayrina is unforgivable in both his eyes and mine.


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


*There is something intangible which stops the blood from leaving you.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


That is why it must be stopped. Imagine, a whole century of life and love, denied the chance to ever take place.


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


A cook... like... mummy...


*You see a mother sitting by her child's bedside, listening to his sickly breathing as he sleeps.*


You know, for a while there, I wasn't sure you'd come back from Sharville. But look at you. You've done what few could ever do - created your own path.


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


Falling


Yeah, that's the problem! Sparky is TOO good at running.


Oi! Only the Absolute 'erself gets to do that!


Waste of a spell.


I... I think you're right. That's what Ethel always told me.


He was looking for the Nightsong inside the temple. We should return there and see what we can discover.


I had a feeling you'd be back.


I just want a little look.


Mors animae!<br>v3


*Your vision narrows. You sense myriad spectres of githyanki past. This is their fate. This is their anguish.*


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


Seven years. Seven years of hunting the monsters of the Sword Coast - and seven years of Mizora's tight leash.


You're alive! I woke up by the wreckage, surrounded by corpses. I was starting to think I was the only survivor.


Yes, sister. Together, we shall burn it to the ground.


There is a touch of the Moonmaiden to these sigils. An old attempt to bind Sharran power.


Sine metu!<br>v2


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


What is, dear? What is?


You know <i>exactl</i>y what's on my mind.


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


Effort v8


Ngh. My head...


Would hate to see you meet the same fate.


Hope you don't expect me to follow your lead in this.


Can't you just heal yourself?


*You've admitted being the criminal responsible. The guards will want to hear about this.*


It isn't true. It isn't!


Voco arvina!<br>v2


Hells. We're attracting too much attention!


*While your arrival appears unexpected, you are recognised and thus allowed to proceed.*


Caeco te!


No more prayers... only dust and silence.


It will when you've met the drow - they're <i>twins.</i>


You have my attention.


Must be some other way to open this.


I understand. It makes sense.


So much blood. The illithids take what's useful and discard the rest.


Descend to her.


No! I mean - it's nothing personal, lady.


I asked Her why She had chosen you, made you one of Her faithful, when you are so clearly broken. Beautiful, but broken.


What's your poison? I have - ah.


Oh gods, the whole building is collapsing...


Wait. Now that the goblins' leaders are dead, I could join you - help you find a cure. I just need to make arrangements back at the grove. Find me there, if you wish.


<i>Got to keep up appearances, you understand - until the time's right. Praise the Absolute.</i>


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


Could mean anything.


I am. Never again will my people suffer under illithid enslavement. <i>Zai, zai, zai!</i>


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


I'm not surprised. The water's been grimy as anything recently. Haven't had a clean catch in a tenday or more.


Perhaps you will prove yourself worthy of forgiveness. Perhaps not.


*It surges and twists, lashing out against that which would dare to intrude.*


Hold still, soldier!


You speak as though your life was not already forfeit. All that you are belongs to the Dark Lady, and in the end, she will take it all back. The only question is <i>when.</i>


<i>Fructus cordis...</i>


Ouch! Get it together.


A rescuer?! Oh, you've arrived in the nick of time, saintly adventurer - I've been trapped for so long, I daresay I'm half mad, ho-ho!


Hey. What's on your mind, Astarion? You seemed a million miles away just then.


<i>Keep pushing forward. There's no other choice.</i>


*Standing on the elevator's platform, you can feel a cold draught from below.*


Intruders! Up - UP!


In destroying the scroll, Jaheira has shown her readiness to give up the fight. We must not follow her example.


Deure!


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


I sense you, True Soul... come to me, come to Nere... the poison spreads.


There you are - come on out.


The truth. <i>Finally.</i>


<i>Damn slaves better survive the journey before the death-curse chokes 'em.</i>


Help underway.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


You did the right thing. Although they will need guidance.


After so long being cared for by someone else, it feels good to have repaid the favour. Not directly to Tara, but to those poor tieflings. I'm sure she would approve.


Good! Keep not dropping things.


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


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


I'm no fan of those devils either, but they're leaving.


I'll see what I can learn.


Urngh.


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


I - I -


I want to tell, but... I am confused. Which... which day is it?


A powerful asset. Just what are their intentions, I wonder?


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 2


You! Outsider! You poisoned us!


I'm grateful, but don't expect me to be your pawn just because you freed me.


An adamantine forge? Think of the masterworks that could be made there.


I can't stop you from taking it. But I can't join you - no matter how much you might mean to me.


Is that...? Hells - the shadows have taken Lae'zel.


What's this?


I told everyone you'll save us. I know you will.


The mind flayer won't like that. If we take that road, we'd better be very, very sure it's the right one.


To the task.


I was right to lay down my arms, Foehammer be praised.


Not much use anymore.


<i>Ngh</i>. Sights I've never known, joined by smells I could never have imagined.


There's too many to fight off - get that brain under control or we're done for!


Wonder who was inside...


Out, foul deformity!


How about we settle on the Gondians <i>and </i>Gortash invented them.


You! Trespasser! Get back.


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


This vessel is at thy disposal. Do what thou wilt.


We saw the crash from the river. We were too scared to move at first, but that thing... spoke to us.


You belong here. With me. I know I'm not a forever kind of investment, but right here, right now, you are it. You are everything.


Hey.


Later. Not now.


That thing looks mobile. Maybe it can bring us somewhere.


I did not consent to <i>questions</i>. But I suppose you have undergone a great deal to reach this place, and anything I tell you cannot compromise me now - for you will either leave on my terms, or not at all...


<i>I'm glad you think so. I did my best.</i>


Impossible - you are bound to it, and in death it will bind you to me.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


Hiding... running... hunted...


We should find him, maybe he can help?


Isobel. That's the name of the cleric at Last Light Inn, right?


Phew, that is some dark energy. Wonder if I can clear it.


Slippery thing.


Once I publish my paper proving that it's just hyena mite infections that make gnolls so angry, I'll be famous!


It's not the worst thing out there.


A movement above. We should investigate.<br>


There we are. Baseline established. Next question: How are you feeling <i>right now?</i>


That wasn't a bulette... was it?


There are too many foes to defeat - reaching the brain is the only hope!


No contract is ended without sacrifice. A cost must be paid.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


A necklace in honour of the Moonmaiden. Beautiful.


*She is still ravenous, her mind a hungry pit. The flesh of the survivors wasn't enough to satisfy her.*<br>


Where in the world did everyone go? Quite the fuss, but I'm not sure why. You'll - you'll follow up, keep things in hand, won't you? Of course you will.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


Her father Ketheric never did trust me. He did not fancy an immortal for his daughter's paramour.


You can beat them, can't you?


Your esteemedness returns! O joyous hour.


You'll have to face oblivion another time, it seems. I'm glad for you, if it's what you want.<br>


Reinforcements, huh? Let's see how long you last.


Oak Father, harden my heart.


Trust in yourself. Trust in the Weave. If you are willing, trust in Mystra. There is a conclusion yet to be written in this sorry tale, Gale of Waterdeep, and yours is the quill that will write it.


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 2


Present me well from gifts thine own,
Or I shall rend thy flesh from bone.


I thank you, my liberator, my saviour.


Be ready for anything at Moonrise - Ketheric won't go down easy.


Lost your footing, have you?


A powerful ally. Well-chosen, Shadowheart.


*And when you complete it, what will you do then?*


Please. I can handle myself. It's others that are the issue.


Take me with you!


Crescit eundo!<br>v2


We've been travelling with a vampire this whole time?


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


An unforgivable loss. He'd have made a fine ally.


Really, Astarion? You killed Alfira in our own camp?!


Whatever horrors lurk here, Orin will be their vile mistress.


I remember this place. We thought perhaps we might toast our victory here... but alas, it was not to be.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Obedi me!<br>v3


Minthara was dragged to the prison in Moonrise. If she's still there, this is our last chance to save her.


I won't keep you waiting.


Got it! Looks like it might belong to the Counting House...


Perure!


My forgiveness. Yes, I know - and I might yet grant it.


Gotta get this ship out of here before it's too late.


Still here? Hit the bricks, I'm not looking for company.


I want to die. Let me die.


Be there in a blink.


Fast asleep. That's what hard drinking will get you.


Something to turn the tide.


Demento te!


Oho! How wonderful - young folk seldom attend these shindigs. It's a shame my Cora isn't here - she'd be delighted.


A what, Rath? A thief? A poison? A threat?


To speak to him, face-to-face? The very thought sends chills up my spine.


A curious spear - and perhaps an important one, for it to be hidden like so.


Risus abundat!


Oh, <i>hells</i>.


Perhaps she took some pride in her work, forming me to Shar's liking. She certainly relished wielding the rod..


BreathRecovery<br>var 2


Vlaakith's gift.


Served you against the druids, didn't it?


Aaaahhh!


Be patient, citizen. Make no sudden moves.


Recovered <br>V4


Of course... That is your right.


Shortcut to the hag's house. Guess Ethel liked to spare herself a few steps.


It's been days since I last consumed an artefact - since before we were abducted. It's only a matter of time before my craving returns.


Spoken like the <i>cook</i> you are. I'll never make a chef of you.


If you believe that, then why are you helping him?


Effort v9


BreathShortOpen<br>var 2


I... I got lost. And then when I found mummy and daddy again, they wouldn't get up...


Managed to keep out of the worst of the fighting. Now just need to keep from sobering up.


You heard him - search every corpse!


Gigans!


Gustas dulcis!


One time Illy reads it. Eats his fingers like sausages. Heh. Boney sausages. Crunch crunch crunch.


Let's go.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


BreathRecovery<br>ver 1


I'm coming Garret, just hang on.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


*Fear pierces your mind like knives of ice. The parasite digs deeper, as if it means to hollow out your skull.*


Send more... Legions... In time...


I am, aren't I? And I most certainly shouldn't spend my days dusting scrolls I'm not allowed to read.


For Connor... yes.


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


You're remembering the past pretty fondly, Vistra. Bit <i>too</i> fondly.


Nah, he captured him. Right?


He adores you so blindly. Like a pup. Don't you find it sickening?


-BRAIN--
 -now-- -speaks--
 -to-YOU--
 -through--
 -EVERY-- -steelwatcher--


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


But I ought to warn you, Halsin. Much as it shames me - it is not the curse I come to cleanse, but the cult.


We look for talent in new hires, my friend - something you clearly lack. Next!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Then we have reached the end of our negotiations.


That might be worth a look.


I was younger, then. My ambitions were more self-defeating.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


A single shield could never withstand a red dragon's breath.


*The goblin king bows, obedient. The flesh of his tribe becomes the flesh of the Absolute.*


Te adstringo linguam!


It's all right, at least we're safe.


Looks like we're good to go. I'm glad.


Please - don't spread word of this. Sharess' Caress lives or dies by its reputation.


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


The whole village is falling to pieces. These goblins aren't exactly house-proud, as occupiers go...


You think yourself capable of it? Come then, let us put your ambition to the test.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


I wish I could tell you what happened out there, but those adventurers were the only witnesses. And they're long gone.


*The voices of the dead cry out as one. The <i>zaith'isk</i> collects memories from the infected - and executes them. It is not for curing. It's for killing.*


<i>You're</i> Guild too, aren't you?


You and me both. That's what I get for filching a baldy - the nutcase made me dig my own grave!


Ssh. Ssh. Quiet, dear depraved one. We wouldn't want to wake the others. They would be so jealous.


It's close. Ready yourself.


Wait, this is a <i>merregon's </i>mask. Warriors of the Nine Hells.


Dying Deep Exhale


Ah, yes, and a fine melody it is too. Its verses fail to mention however, the sheer weight of that monstrous lance.


The elder brain was already a formidable foe, but the Netherbrain is on the cusp of achieving a godhood of its own.


And it means we could install secret tunnels, spy holes, maybe even a murder pit. Everything we'd need to rule from the shadows.


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.


I serve you, my lady. Forgive any past slights, please. Honest zeal, nothing more.


No cure. Killer. <i>No cure.</i>


Ahem.


That must have hurt.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 3


An owlbear's pissed in your porridge, from the sounds of it. Just remember: I'm not your enemy here.


Mundus vult decipi!


Tsk'va<i>. The Emperor is down.</i>


Hey! Whatcha doin'? I knew there was something off 'bout you! Get 'em!


Esto perpetua!


What if something happened to him?


You bettin' on the game too, majesty?


Baldur's... Gate... Flaming Fist... reserve...


I will endure 'til you find me. Hope always does. And when you do find me -


By the living gods - no more visions, no more lies. I expect answers. <i>Now.</i>


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


I'll say it a little more clearly - bugger off.


If Elturel has taught me one thing, it's that there's always a way out. Thank you - for everything.


Please, my darling. Give me one final chance?


Something's guarding that forge - and it's weak to this 'hot hammer'.


I may be trapped here, but I'm not without friends. If you break your word, they'll hunt you down and make your final moments a symphony of agony.


Sine metu!<br>v2


It's full.


*The cat pays you little attention, so focused is it on the hunt.*


Parchment-pallored villain.


The disc is moving. Maybe it'll lead to the next step - or the end.


He is a good man - I will not hesitate to say so. But I had hoped I was a good man also. And a worthy one.


You! You poisoned us!


'How' is such an overrated question. It's the who and the why that matter, darling.


You've made your choice, Zhentarim. Now die for it.


Finally, Baldur's Gate is free of those bloodsuckers. You made the right choice.


Here is Balduran surveying Baldur's Gate, with the dragon as his comrade.


Ketheric waits above. We had best be ready to greet him.


Mouthier than an arse, twice as full o' shite.


...These hands... this mind... treasure enough for a king...


Do not speak so abruptly to the mate of Dame Aylin, daughter of the Moonmaiden, paladin of -


That is where I am needed.


They choose the instruments of their will with great precision. Sometimes the single drops we think we are do not realise what waves we are building up to be.


Es praedae mei!


Where'd I put that oat bucket?


I do enjoy a good bargain, if anything in my private collection is to your liking.


You defile the grove for the sake of 'harmony'.


Be ready. Whoever - or whatever - did this could be close.


It seems your report was good, W'wargaz. Glad you could join us, Lae'zel.


<i>So you wormed your way into the devil's lair.</i>


Dying Burning<br>v5


((*the sickness can't be left to fester*))


*You take control, but it is a struggle - your body freezes as the parasite fights back.*


Gods, imagine if a kid had gotten hold of one of those bears...


If you are his ally, ste-p forward and declare it.


Odd necklace. Might sell for a few coppers.


If I'm seen speaking with an <i>istik</i>, Captain Therezzyn will never let me join the patrol.


Absolutely.


But you're right.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Attack Critical<br>var3


<i>Far from it. I have long sought the allyship of others - it is the only way to succeed.</i>


Hells. This place is a sight to behold.


<i>Irae Inferni!</i>


They floundered, even as they tried to rise above us. We will not, <i>can</i> not make that mistake if we come together in trust.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


Looks like that idol is enchanted. Might be worth getting a hold of for Gale.


If you can't afford it, stop wasting my time.


*This man takes orders from General Thorm, helping him may be just what you need to gain deeper access to the cult.*


Archduke? Lord Gortash is a trifle young for that, don't you think? Not that anyone cares what you think, or me, for that matter.


The most powerful texts are engraved in slate - some so ancient, only the most erudite <i>gish</i> can read them.


Meat ain't ready yet - dwarves take an <i>age</i> to roast.


Hope your soul is in good hands.


You haven't seen anything yet, lady!


Aqua pura!<br>v2


You don't know who you're messin with. I'll kill you and eat you like that dwarf!


You're very kind, but I can tell that you're humouring me. Everyone's always humouring me. *Sigh.*


Bloody fool. I hope those monsters tear you to shreds!


Urgh... argh...


Ignore it. Deny it. This is nothing but a disease. And every use will sicken us further.


By Vlaakith's touch, what is this?


I'm sorry, too. Sorry we ever let these heretics into our midst.


*Your glory, bought with the blood of others. It <i>was </i>worth it, was it not...?*


Looks like you need a hand.<br>


Everything I did, I did for Baldur's Gate. I did for you.


Enough of that.


Te curo!<br>v3


Yes - I must read it at once. Purification may be at hand!


Don't fancy getting my hands dirty. I need a shovel.


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


Magnificent.


I know the look is meant to be very 'murder' heavy, but it's a bit much. Even for me.


Leave. I have killed greater lovers for smaller betrayals than this.


I'll get you moving again.


Butchered. They didn't stand a chance.


That ought to do it.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Ngh! <i>Vlaakith tavki na'zin. Vlaakith tavki na'zin!</i>


Deadlier than ever.


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


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


Hold your tongue for now. It is the Nightsong I need to speak with, not you.


Told yeh halflings have no spine.


Inexpugnabilis!


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


Hm - dead as door hinge.


Xargrim... argument... summoned spectator...


I need to get out of here!


Expello te!<br>v3


Search the bodies. We might find a way to the crèche.


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


You'll find the druids at the heart of the grove. Please - make them see sense.


The spell is cast - what's done is done.


In Bhaal's name.


Odd.


No. He deserves a proper burial. He deserves some rest. And he won't get that here.


Attack Critical<br>


Yes. But I'm afraid I forgot to bring any food...


I wasn't going to hurt you, I swear. I just needed - well, blood.


True - anywhere is better than here.


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


I'm sick as shit of looking at your mug. The sooner we march, the better.


*...but it seems the touch is enough, and for a moment the undead beast is just another dog happily wagging its tail.*


Of course they did. Why would anything go our way?


...Boo? Does our friend know another Minsc? One that they might be courting, perhaps?


Into the shadows.


<i>It holds far more power than it should. For the larva to react to my manipulations in such a way is beyond my ken.</i>


Not just yet, citizen. The whole place is a crime scene.


Victory<br>


Seco!


Looks like you need a little help.


'Chaos will be sewn from their passage.'


No, it can't be...


Sliced and burned. Dashed and diced. They will be offerings to Your splendour.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


All right, time to see what new horror's waiting for us.


He's so pale.


She does look a little... <i>vacant</i>, sister.


Oh, fancy.


Good. Not another word then.


You're not looking well.


Indeed. One whose secrets are not for your ears. Be on your way.


What path doth await her now is yet untold. The world entire is hers to venture into, and perhaps hers to claim.


*All your education, your knack for your spells is only present as some distant instinct.*


Noble Gur, heed my hamster's call!


I'm just a soldier. Which, speaking of... I'd best go report my man missing. If you'll excuse me...


Those claws look deadly. Best be on my guard.


Infernal currency - each one is inscribed with a soul. Usually an evil soul, but... not always.


A tressym. Never seen one in the flesh before.


'Scuse me. The other drow are inside. Planning an' such.


Naturally, I always ask first. I'm civilised, unlike you.


Odd.


But I'm ready, if that's the word you need to hear. If you call on me, I will not let you down.


Urgh. That body's so ripe, I'd need to drink the blood with a fork.


My life's bleeding away. This curse, it's - it's too much.


Enter freely and leave something of the happiness you bring.


Ethel will be dead soon, I know it. And then you'll be all better, I know it.


From transforming into a mind flayer, yes. But that is not the only thing these parasites can do.


*With Gortash dead, Orin awaits you in the Temple's nauseating sanctum.*


Surely you realise, there is an exchange to be made. You scratch my back, I scratch your parasite.


Obedi me!


If only I knew where to find some.


It's full.


*Yes, you'd rather like to see what else the world has to offer.*


You did the right thing. All those deaths would have weighed you down.


I know, dear one. That was my favourite part. <br>


This ruin's dedicated to Selûne. Vile moon witch...


You will not stop this ritual. Nothing will stop this ritual.


(<i>Godsdammit.</i> Fine.)


You have cleared every obstacle in your path. Done everything that could be asked of you, without fear or favour. And without any regard for the cost.


*Your head is about to burst. The memory consumes your mind, corrupting the trance.*


What is this place? The extent of the corruption here is... almost impressive. I'm not sure I want to step in there.<br>


Ugh... sure.


We'd have to find it, first of all. Doesn't sound easy.


Hope you found what you were looking for.


Ngh...


You should try to get some rest. Hard to save the world if you're stifling yawns.


Still nothing.


Then she handed me three soul coins. Said I could sell 'em if I wanted, but if I kept 'em for you, she'd consider it a favour owed.


Listening to stories - I think you're a little old for them. Or are you looking for a place to hide when the end comes?


I won't let a friend down.


If I must.


*A criminal act is being investigated. You might want to explain the extent of your involvement.*


Canto te!


*This individual is rather put out by your companion's sudden disappearance.*


You'll die before you reach my lord. Perhaps then you will be <i>obedient.</i>


Dying Burning<br>v2


You know, I could've used a few friends. Pity that won't be any of you.


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


Our thieves come forth, Baretha. Did you imagine such fortune?


Funny tastin' healin' potion.


Your mother's right, Jen. We're here for you.


Since I made you a devil, the heat of Avernus burns ever hotter in you.


Our guide suffered a harder landing than we did.


Oh, thank the stars. When I saw Alfira disappear into the darkness, my heart just about stopped.


Efferve!


Astarion was a useful weapon in our arsenal. His loss will require some adaptations.


If you'd just hear me out -


Of course, they <i>are</i> siblings - but judging from the throngs of clients they draw, most of the city is as disgusting as they are.


I pity them. They've missed out on the true intimacies of pain...


Ah - in that case, home is in my pocket, nestled on soft bed of flesh and fluff.


Githyanki. Part of the Sharrans' preparations to seize the Astral Prism, no doubt.


Now's the time, Counsellor Florrick!


You won't die - so long as I am swift.


May you wake with your lungs full of water!


Do not provoke her. I am her master - all others are a potential meal.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


Come on, open up.


Attack Critical<br>var3


You won't find my faith lacking, True Soul. I'll do anything for Her.


Be warned - my presence could make things more difficult... I can only restrain my bear form so much. I won't be able to help but attack goblins.


What is this?


Closed Mouth Effort


For a moment, I thought this bottle had a toxic scent, but it may just be what passes for fine wine in Baldur's Gate.


Barrels of parasites. Are they trying to infect the whole city?


Come, Voss - I need you!


...Boo...


<i>You killed the aasimar Nightsong. You didn't have to.</i>


Hag's curse, I guess.


No farther, or you'll find yourself sporting a new hole in your torso.


Let it stay forgotten.


Not tonight.


That might be worth a look.


I should not relish its reacquaintance. Let's leave it at that.


Well done. The world's better off without it.


A steady hand is needed.


Can we not find a more pleasant amusement? Gouging out our own eyeballs, perhaps?


The queen demands your sacrifice.


What do you think I'm doing? Brace, parry, swing - UGH!


As for those that break through, you've proven more than capable of bleeding them yourself.


Do not cost us this battle.


Siccut cattus!


Good. Now our roots can deepen - together.


Aye. Might be we'll pay 'em a visit in return. That'll be some <i>real </i>fun.


Note this trunk of lies.


Footprints. There may be even more that survived the crash.


Every part of your perfect body whispers temptation - it's as if the Gods made you just to ruin me.


And just like <i>that</i>, it's gone.


I just want to make it to Baldur's Gate. We've come this far, right? Just a little longer yet.


But that was the past. I must turn my attention to future days.


'Only a Patriar's Loss can open this door.'


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


Orin sends us more of her scratchings. What does our epistolary enemy have to say now?


What in the hells - <i>that's </i>what was in the flask?


If you'd prefer me to follow my own course from here, I understand. I've no desire to put you, or what's left of this city at risk.


<i>The very thing that has been amplifying the Netherbrain's power, and the very place that we will be able to dominate it.</i>


Drow wants to know exactly where those adventurers came from.


Might, eh... might be best if you left it alone. Beggin' pardon.


This disc is marked with <i>tir'su</i> - but I can't decipher them. Maybe Lae'zel can.


Sniff<br>var 1


A sovereign with no subjects. Glut won't be mourned.


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


Are you ready to go now, brother? Have you been rejected enough?


May the gods take you first.


Fungal spores... Remain vigilant. We cannot be distracted.


At least things have stayed interesting.<br>


An inquisitor can do far, far more than that. You'll see.


Our gaze will remain upon you. You have great... <i>potential</i>.


How's the barricade coming along?


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


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


We needn't fight <i>every </i>time, you know. There's this wild notion called choosing your battles!


Disturbing, you mean.


I told ya we shouldn't be drinkin' the foam. It ain't right.


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


Sneaking into MY ALLEY?! Nobody sneaks into MY ALLEY!


The gloomed soul who thieved from our queen.


Pissed up the wall then forgot his name!


One that feeds on his friends, no less.


We need a way out. Now.


Teleported right into the Underdark. Lovely.


Did she now? Enter - I will see if I have any use for you.


The brew's been chilled!


Falling<br>ver 1


You said it's a drow in charge, yeah? They ain't stupid, so I hear - but they <i>are</i> proud.


We must use every advantage, love.


Sweet mercies, thank you.


Hostium munera!<br>v2


Hm. One of the things I like about Jaheira - for all her Harper wiles, she's not much of a liar. You're a <i>little</i> better.


Why map what is already known? Beside me is an ungrateful heart, a conniving heart, a <i>shadow </i>heart.


Only with unwavering hand can we show our subject mercy.


Worthless. You'd find more value in an adolescent boy's spent handkerchief.


It's no use. Can't reach him like this.


You've acquired a pet - how charming.


Maybe I need more pockets.


*She offers you only the chance, the hope of redemption. Would you really give your life on such flimsy promises?*


Your devil's a sly little wretch, I'll give her that.


Para bellum!<br>v2


I'll help protect you, I promise. Seems I'll need to, just to keep myself safe.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


Cave circulum!<br>v2


I Wish you to end.


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


'Tadpole' the furless ones call them. But the name matters not, merely their demise.


Yes. I... stole a purse from the evidence room. It was stupid, and I swore to Blaze Portyr I'd never do it again!<i> Ever.</i>


A rune. But for what?


I sense turmoil in you, even if you cannot bring yourself to admit it.


This might sting. Whatever.


An interesting proposition.


There's something I've been trying to tell you - I have a condition that requires me to consume potent magical artefacts.


Step on a plate, trigger a light above that door. A code.


This guest's concern has earned you another chance, Bailey. I'm sure you're grateful.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


My little girl is gonna get a proper burial - all because of you. I can't thank you enough.


Varsh Ko'kuu designed this hatchery to be the perfect birthing place for our warriors: impenetrable to our enemies.


*You notice a pin on the woman's chest, identical to the one you found in Grymforge. She is a Harper.*


Eh, not now. Perhaps Boo can hold it for you?


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


This is a sign to nowhere now. Only scorched earth ahead.


You would ally with the seditious prince? <i>Tsk'va!</i>


I don't know about you, but I won't shed a tear for those druids. They hated us from the get go.


Yeah? Got business to conduct, so if you ain't helping you can toddle off.


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


You destroyed a githyanki crèche.


Treacherous bloody mind flayers! I need to get to that transponder.


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


Thank you, ra'stil. Raz'erai'ka tavkim krash'ht.


Karlach? Speak to me, please.


I should've taken charge of that damn boat - we'd be out of here by now.


You're the first person in this city to have our backs. Thank you. Really.


Cutting to the chase.


*The punishment for tampering with the idol a second time is simple: Death.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


If he does, he isn't saying.


You came back! Please, tell me you found a way to destroy Mystic Carrion?


Stop it! You're not going to find the antidote.


*All you know for sure is, given time, it will turn you into one of them.*


Someone who wants to take you for a drink.


I believe you, the Battle Lord help me.


Time to get going.


It's all that gruel he's been getting. He's hungrier than a farm ox after ploughing.


The shadows won't harm you, so long as you know your place in the Absolute's design.


Dying


That very power will be the end of Vlaakith's tyranny. The Prism's tenant must be let loose.


I break people into the Hells. That's my thing.


<i>Resist! You cannot let it do the same to you! </i>


That's... that, I suppose.


'Welcome to Waukeen's Rest.<br>West - Baldur's Gate. East - Elturel.'


Don't be so sour. I like a good time as much as anyone.


This guy's tryin' to poison us! Kill him!


Careful! Even the mushrooms down here can't be trusted.


Without delay.


Yeah, yeah, one crisis at a time, hm?


Hee hee. Thou must endure!


I heard it happened right here in the Elfsong. Sliced clean through Stelmane's neck.


The toys from the barn - he must have made them here.


To the task.


Hurt


If I knew that, I wouldn't be back <i>here </i>with half my crew gone.


Help's on the way.


A splendid notion! Please, after you.


The spell is cast - what's done is done.


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


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


It's a trick - some glamour or spell. True power only comes from the master, and it will be ours soon.


My love.


Absolute praise us!


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


I'd love to. To be among the minds of the madmen first-hand... But there's not a chance I'd pass.


I think I've had my fill of underwater misadventures. Let's get back to the surface world before any more perils seek us out.


Oi!


Omeluum tells me I have you to thank for its safe return.


Are those prisoners? What's been done to them?


A nautiloid? Could it be?


Imagine upending someone's life in the name of bureaucracy. People are out of touch here.


*Breaking into other people's property is a crime. You're being reported.*


*A bloodthirsty screech erupts from the owlbear's throat.*


Father Ketheric created. Father Ketheric sustains.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Erm, p-pardon, madam. Didn't mean to doubt you. I know my place.


A bronze dragon - greeting Balduran, the city's founder.


It looks so small from here.


Where are the others? I'm calling for backup!


Balduran and his winged ally admiring the fruits of their labour - the city itself.


Attack<br>var 3


What?


I felt it. It didn't want to stay with me... I failed...


*... nothing but darkness.*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Ignorance is alive and well, it seems! Deep gnomes aren't restricted to the Underdark, you know - I've lived in Baldur's Gate for years.


Gigans!


Relics are wasted on bones. We can make much better use of them.


Limp-witted slick-licker.


<i>We will need to rethink our plan.</i>


This is gonna be a rush.


Every bit as disgusting as the first time.


Massacre. A spectacle of slaughter. And I participated.


But make no mistake - I will slay the Prism's occupant, as Vlaakith's commanded. Perhaps your mission can still be fulfilled... but it will not come at the cost of mine.


Very well.


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


Ugh. That potion... did not go down well.


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


Our next step is to get me to him.


Dying Burning<br>v3


We... We...


Slaughter your line. Become the last of your name.


Gustas dulcis!


His blessings - our blessings - to thank you.


You'd stand by and let an innocent face my blades? <i>Good</i>.


Don't seek him, brother, please. He was so angry when you left.


Or perhaps to lead this would-be Justiciar's blade directly to my heart?


A flower-shaped key. The corpse in the tunnels held one just like it.


Terrible shame what happened to that halfling couple... Did you chat to them? They were lovely.


Watching gods - Parliament has nothing on the power struggles down here.


*And half-hidden at the centre of her desire, you discover something unexpected - fear.*


Maledicte es!<br>v3


What? No!


I'll drink to that. I drink to everything, but especially to that. <b>Bravo.</b>


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


Hmmm. Wear this and you'll only ever be a knight in rusted armour.


You and I... our time together has been very dear to me. I had hoped maybe there might be more to come.


Brava! Lovely work. I see I was right to make you the offer I did.


You look like you could drink an entire water elemental in one go!


The devil might just be the last


Voco spicae!


Cresceat scientia!


Ensuring Nessa's loyalty is as important as having sharpened blades and an oiled crossbow.


Now the Guild can become a Zhent operation - and we'll have your back when the battle-horns start blowing. I'm as good as my word.


Fine.


Hail, friend. Fine day, isn't it?


Rider - my time is short. Lead me to...


Thank you. For you. I will misuse you well.


Punished? Florrick must be locked up somewhere - assuming she's still alive.


You know monsters, right? Better than anyone. Look into my eyes. Can't you see I'm not what you think?


I wouldn't quite say that... but no, that's not what I mean.


Speak. Quickly.


<i>By Gond's grace... </i>Prayer might be our only shot of making it in time.


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


Perhaps we ought to practise our juggling on something else.


Torre!


This is a Harper rune. There must be a stockpile nearby.


I'll do what I can - but that scrying eye's still peeping!


I think we're done here. I'll certainly be glad to see the back of it, anyway...


<i>'My Life, Part 12, The Boring Opponent...'</i>


Efforts


*Something in the air grows colder. Sharper. Mystra's patience is extensive, but not infinite. She will not wait forever.*


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


Of all the pains in my arse the Absolute has delivered, one in particular keeps growing. A new gang boss who calls himself the Stone Lord.


Effort v5


Brave enough to take on our new chicken? It's a big'un, but that's just more for the chasin'.


When the call comes, I'll be ready.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Hurt


Easy enough.


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


Soul coins, huh? Those could come in handy.


And Shadowheart too may wish to join us perhaps, once she's helped you put down this 'Absolute' threat.


Perhaps.


I've got you.


A Gur? A monster-hunting vagabond. His people are the reason I'm like this.


And by the looks of it, its riches have gone unplundered.


Frange!


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


And from a wizard, too. I shoulda known. The gold probably turns to lead the moment you leave Baldur's Gate.


Yes, we are familiar with Astarion.


Within it lies the seed of Vlaakith's demise. And I intend to help you bring it to fruition.


Signum arcanum!


This curse subverts all that is good in nature.


Looks like footprints from the sewers.


The key did the trick. Let's see what's in there.


Well, there'd be risk in such an endeavor, but only proportionate to the reward.


You offed Nere, and I'm still waitin' for pay. <i>Drugnin' </i>waste.


Thank you - the redcap proved that I'm no match for a hag. Much to my shame.


No brain - just a husk, a puppet. Behold, the pilots of the Steel Watch.


Interlocking circles with moons and stars. This is the seal mentioned in that Selûnite's journal.


What is this bright tower? Strange.


Tools and a climbing rope. This must have been that gnome's escape route.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


You draw a false conclusion.


There are survivors! Back this way!


Wife, daughter... plague. Nothing left.


I'm not even sure they <i>drink</i> liquor.


Delicate brushstrokes, exquisite use of colour. This is no amateur work.


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


That <i>thing</i> came from below. We need to find out where it took Ketheric.


This next spell should be interesting.


<i>Keep pushing forward. There's no other choice.</i>


Apologise for partaking in one of nature's most solemn rites? That squirrel should be glad to bear witness.


Did he just...?


Alas. I will live my life for us both.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Moving.


Te occludo oculos!


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


Gond - let your hammer be my courage, your furnace my heart.


Remember our vow to keep one another safe? When the music stops, you and I - we will continue dancing.


Gimme.


*Your reasoning is hard to argue with. You're free to speak to the prisoners.*


I won't stop you. But time is running out, so don't stay away for long.


Hag's curse, I guess.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 1


Make it fast. And don't even think of venturing far without me, or it'll be your last bad decision.


Already turned quite the profit today, so I'm feeling generous.


I shouldn't have let that lute out of my sight. I'm an <i>idiot</i>.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Too close for comfort - but thanks to some quick thinking, the githyanki crèche is still standing.


Nature can provide for the cub. Perhaps it'll live.


Who the hells are you, giving me orders? I'll cut ya!


*But even in reverie, doubt gnaws at you like a tadpole at its host.*


I knew you were a graceful man, Wyll, but I hear you're quite the dancer too.


Traitor - heretic!


I pray they can resist the urges of their new nature. But we shall see.


A fallen warrior of my people. A crèche must be close.


Monster. Death is too good for it.


Greasepaint. This is Dribbles' hand, no doubt.


Oh, look - one of ya found the stones to talk to me rather than cryin' an' moanin' about yer dead mates.


Shh...


Dissolve!


What do you think I should do?


I've had a solution in mind for a while now, it just took me some time to... set it in motion.


But if you crave it for yourself...? You would not just be failing her, you would be <i>challenging </i>her. Choose wisely, Gale. Do not trade one calamity for another.


'Geoffrey' it is.


No. I will accept a gift from you instead. <i>Raw materials.</i>


Ugh... sure.


No, auntie...


Hey!


And as you're my consort, that makes us the most powerful people in the world.


An unfortunate coincidence. I hope never to meet the wicked man who haemorrhaged shadows over this peaceful village.


Those screams - someone's trapped in that mirror.


Indeed you will, my love. Indeed you will.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


That tome proved to be even more valuable than I ever could have imagined. For both of us.


It's a good job I ran into you!


An open tomb. What could be horrifying about that?


I wouldn't say no. But really I was thinking... how <i>old</i> is he, Minsc?


Nothing thou dost not already know.


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


To think I nearly thought my anguish done. To think I nigh believed you weren't one of Shar's footmen.


Well... there might have been another dog around?


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


Oh - you meant me. Haha, good one!


BreathLongClosed<br>var 3


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Looks like someone wanted to bury their secrets.


It is always thrilling to know that something you own is desired by another.


I've got this.


*Your refusal has done you few favours. The guards are being summoned.*


Let's get this over with.


A little magic never hurt.


Silvanus' blessing upon you. And my gratitude as well.


The woods! Do you think they could use an event planner there?


Best keep to the shadows while we can.


Stupid of 'em, if you ask me - it's much safer this side of the city walls.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Listen, mate. I'm already doing you a favour. I'm sure you can figure it out yourself.


My confidant.


Mm-mm.


Why of course, my good man! Storytelling with my particular panache is a calling one cannot ignore.


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


To learn more about the search for the Nightsong, say 'NIGHTSONG'. To learn more about Master Lorroakan, say 'LORROAKAN'. To learn more about my good self, say 'PROJECTION'.


Careful! She's about to lash out.


Shadowheart needs to speak to her more than I do. Better wait until she is free.


Oh, yes - long ruined, I'm afraid. No chance of a frothing pitcher awaiting us there, but still - at least your thirst for <i>knowledge</i> is quenched.


What's that? Keep it up? That's what <i>she </i>said.


If our children are truly gone, then we ask for blood. I know you can understand that, spawn.


Onward - we cannot let the Nightsong do battle alone!


Don't look at me like that, Jacob - I didn't say it.


I must continue to investigate the curse - this may be my last chance. I shall await your return when you are ready to continue.


There is a terrible curse surrounding Moonrise Towers - a shadow curse that drains away all light and life.


Hide, Astarion! I do not think you are going to tan!


Patience. I can't just snap my fingers... but I know where the solution almost certainly lies.


Huh. Looks abandoned.


No. NO!


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


Lookin' good, ye <i>dunger!</i>


Dammit - if that story goes to print, we're in trouble.


Hells, I need to get out of here.


Only bones and armour left. Must've been part of the original raiding party.


Oh! Sorry, I'm just... I'm just listening.


You swore to protect life itself. To serve the natural order. To protect those who value life, and vanquish those who would destroy it.


Shit.


*This man is definitely lying - and he's really hoping you don't pry any further.*


Right. An' I'm a knobbly green dragon. We ain't stupid, ya know.


Enough lying about.


Let them come...


To arms - we've got trouble!


Plenty left to see.


Argh, that's hot!


Para bellum!<br>v2


You thievin' mudsucker! I hope a cave-in breaks every bone in your carcass!


Keep up, will you?


*Rashemaar - a native of Rashemen, the far eastern land known for its wild inhabitants and the witches who rule them.*


Undead crushed underfoot. The Dawnlord certainly knows how to make space for new life.


Nulla salus!


If we sacrifice a whole city, we'd be little more than villains ourselves. There must be another way.


You're tense as a bowstring.


*Even faith is no shield when it's your own goddess who would shatter you.*


Victory v2


Toril, and whatever lies beyond the stars.


Wait until morning, True Soul. All will be revealed.


Thank you.


Gods be with you.


Mephistar, home to the archdevil Mephistopheles. Raphael's bold indeed if he ever visits uninvited.


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


Fine, but you're carrying it yourself.


But he turned them to spawn. He turned every last one so he'd have souls for this cursed ritual.


Maledicte es!


The wizard might have warded his treasures better.


Nice and quiet now.


<i>Two of us safe 'til the end.</i>


NO NO <i>NO</i>! You are so deep in the Absolute's power, you do not even know it yourself. Just like Sarin!


Can we talk?


No more roof. Time to get down from here.


This one could work. For another season.


This is terrible - the circus is supposed to be a safe place. For us performers at least.


Maybe I should... no, this is good.


*Another trial, to judge the mettle of Lady Shar's initiates. This one would test their ability to navigate her sacred darkness.*


And then the Absolute answered my prayers - sent a True Soul to save me!


Poor beast. It probably only wanted a cuddle.


Hmm. I'm still missing the sussur bark.


Cleric might know. I should ask.


A dragon is clearly not to be trifled with.


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


On my way.<br>


Pallida mors!<br>v3


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


As for the Blade of Frontiers - you fashion yourself a hero, but you lie down with dogs like this. That's just pathetic.


Tonight he ascends. Tonight we shall see his true form.


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


*The chicken's head bobs, eyes darting around at the leering goblin faces. She's terrified.*


Pathetic creatures - made for the sole purpose of slaughtering.


It's the thought that counts?


What would you like him to do?


Hey, you!


Can't risk being in open view.


The cult could raze this place to the ground and those upper city folks wouldn't even <i>blink.</i>


Be right there.<br>


Something's burrowed in there - something big.


<i>Hrast, </i>another one! Keep back, flatface - I know how to handle myself!


This will help you.


Survival is all that matters.


I'll get you right in no time.<br>


<i>I trust that you will continue to remember who is really on your side.</i>


Aye. The cult kept us for slave-hands, but Wulbren was our leader. He... knows things.


The Duke's counsellor!


They - they're dead!


Something's waiting up ahead.


Then we best keep our blades sharp and our torches alight.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Dodge
v2


Our Lady of Silver. Hear me!
She Who Guides, the Moonmaiden Selûne -
MOTHER OF THE SO-CALLED NIGHTSONG.
THE NIGHTSONG IS NO MORE!


Do vampires actually usually drink blood out of goblets like in the storybooks? Doesn't seem very fresh.


I should return with the amulet  - the mad monk will wish to see this.


The darkness is encroaching. Can't linger here - not like before.


It sounded like you really meant it. You really want to take control of the Karsite Weave.


Feel that? Necromantic energy coming out of this one.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


Pizzled rancour!


Swift as my feet can carry me.


Right away.


I remember the other initiates used to tease you about your name - the one you chose to honour Lady Shar. But I never found it funny...


<i>Tread carefully. Remember, you must do what it takes to survive. Even if it means striking a deal with the enemy. </i>


Sharp, deep... and still fresh.


Well, that's interesting.<br>


Allow me.


Wouldn't you know - the barrier's already down.


Someone else got out.


We have vanquished the jar. A great victory indeed.


Aw, did someone pet you a bit too hard, pup? I thought you liked it!<br>


I can barely see!


What in the... is that noise coming from that gadget the gith knight carried?


I'm watchin' ya. Spike promised that any meat that falls off is mine.


Lady Jannath keeps some of her finest works up there. Ready for a <i>private</i> viewing, if you catch my meaning. But you never heard it from me.


To Baldur's Gate. If we're to be free of this parasite, we must slay these Chosen and their captive brain.


Unholy Chosen, of course you are above needing to prove yourself to the Tribunal.


That doesn't look good.<br>


I haven't seen anywhere for something like this to fit...


Have no fear.


Hah! Well I am certainly no innocent, paladin - so I'll bind you with vines a moment longer, if you do not mind.


Stuck from this side - I should look around.


Effort v5


You've done more than I'd have hoped for. I should never have doubted.


Falling<br>Var 2


Invoco te<br>v2


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


You could send an elf to sleep!


Sounds like more your thing than mine.


So they kept the 'Blood of Lathander' here? Easy pickings.


Careful. One wrong move and we'll be behind bars with them.


What's the word? Can we stay?


As a favour.


Will we? How... sweet.


Dying


So, we've picked up a wizard who managed to get stuck in his own portal? Hardly a promising introduction.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Strange. Why make a path from the Underdark to here?


It seems... cruel, when you say it like that.


A scrying eye. Wonder who's looking through it.


I'm almost sorry to hear it - I hoped to have the pleasure myself.


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


This isn't Elturel and I'm not responsible for every damn tiefling in the world!


If nothing else, I hope it was a mercifully short one.


Rest in peace, Astarion. You may have been a blood-thirsty murderer, but I liked you all the same.


Part of One Mind. <i>Us. </i>Even if... wrong.


This crossbow is too well designed to be made by duergar.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


You still don't remember, do you, blood kin?


Scrying eye's down? Time Nere got his due!


As if I would be found in such a place. No, I am destined for greater things.


Must still be tired. Poor Scratch.


There will be much trading of threats and insults, no doubt. But Minsc will be ready when it is time for boot to meet butt.


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


For as long as I can remember, I've been used by others. Controlled and puppeted for someone else's pleasure. But not anymore.


*The button's symbol means nothing to you.*


Hardly the line of work I expected to end up in, but I can say one thing for them - they understand the value of art.


Oh no, not on the carpet!


Too much talking. Too much noise. <i>Glath, glath.</i> You die now!


Thank you. I will grieve when I can, but for now, I must find another way to serve nature - by helping you.


Then we have an understanding. I look forward to our next meeting.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


Go.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


<i>Hmph.</i>


This will salve you.


Damned gnolls are everywhere.


Nocturnus!


Carefully, now...


If it will help. Only remember:


I shall handle this.


Always makes my day better.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


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


Now what...


Laughter


They'll be tough to fight... but not impossible to beat.


BreathRecovery<br>var 3


Hush, hush. Orin will take care of you. And your little pet.


Wait! I know them. They saved me from Auntie Eh- Eh- <i>Ethel</i>.


The Nine Hells will sooner freeze over. But we'll try.


Surprise.


We were only talking about what you already know. About the weapon. The one the <i>kith'rak</i> can't find.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


If you're looking for Ilmater's charity, you're out of luck. They've turned their backs on us - like everyone else.


The city is gonna be nothing but ghosts at this rate.


The slowest one of you lot is gettin' tossed to a rothé in heat!


My ring lit up... Must have been linked to that button.


She gave me three soul coins. Said I could sell 'em if I wanted, but if I kept 'em for you, she'd consider it a favour owed.


Must be what that kid was talking about.


*Straight from field to plate - eat local, and support your community.*


<i>Hurry! I can't hold them back alone!</i>


The Stone Lord will really be breathing down our necks now.


But you won't get rid of me so easily, my love. Death isn't always the end of life - that much I know for certain.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


No. NO. Can'tstop. Can't -


That portrait - it's been warded with necrotic magic.


You clearly need some help.


Nice name. Wonder if it's a music box or something.


Be a dear and strike me deaf. Our guests are especially sobby today.


Barcus tends to make more of it than it is.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 1


Demento te!<br>v2


Did I ask you, mate? No. And neither you nor mother hen here are going to stop me from the simple pleasure of a date.


We will find a way to help you. To control this.


Never much time for lords, myself - but from what I read Gortash was a stand-up bloke.


Would you rather be stabbed in the gut or decapitated?


What was... hm. Never mind.


Without light to guide you, or darkness to consume, you will remain adrift. Powerless.


Ah, saer, you've chosen a special day to visit the family home of Archduke Enver Gortash.


Uh.


I've never seen anything like it.


I won't go on without you.


A well-equipped laboratory. This is a place for rigorous study, though I hesitate to ask of what.


Looks like you need a hand.<br>


Jaheira - I'll save you, I swear!<br>


What is this?


Hells - what did that mind flayer do to me?


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


Resisto frigus!


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


Brethren in blood - kill them!


Shh. Let me speak.


I spent years researching the curse, trying to put an end to it. Nothing has worked - yet.


Was that an ordinary raid? Seemed a fool's errand.


It is said that only a true champion of Baldur's Gate can awaken the wyrm.


We've exhausted all reinforcements - we are the final stand. <i>Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith!</i>


Dunno about wands, but <i>everything</i> Master Gyldro forges is magic! He's a master craftsman - see for yourself!


There must be a way to get them out. Someone else find a way out of here!


Dead. They're only good for kindling now.


Goblins ahead!


Most foolish. Wanton violence against your dear Gale? After all, the man has a budding apocalypse tucked beside his heart - you would <i>provoke </i>it?


No hurt Scratch! Never!


There she devoted herself once more to the cleansing of the ranks.


It was a massacre. Drow and goblins slaughtered the lot. My poor Jacek never stood a chance.


An invitation to speak with the <i>ch'r'ai</i>? You are honoured.


And for this, you will need Boo. He has tasted Bhaalspawn flesh before - and he would not mind another bite.


Clustered fires and tents - the Absolute's army is camped here. Better not press my luck.


Yeah, well, this time they weren't feeling polite. They really put the boot in me.


What was in that tart? My stomach's doing somersaults...


What will Voss have to show for himself when we catch up with him, I wonder?


I'm awake! Mostly.


Sure, take it.


And not even a <i>whisker </i>light. Gods, you're a boring bastard. A beautiful bastard! <i>Sir.</i>


*He whines, but remains rooted by the corpse's side.*


A sacrifice is not a sacrifice if it has no meaning. This is the final step - snuff out the last embers of your old life, so that you can finally be who you were meant to be.


You do not know Sceleritas. I get killed for fun.


Kill 'im!


Attack


Not sure what you did to piss off Mol. Don't want to know. Keep walking, scab.


A casting mould. Which means there's a forge nearby.


Mors animae!


The road to the city lies west of the town. We might outpace the army yet, if we do not dally.


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


Do as I say, not as I do, right? Got a lot of that from Zev too, and he was a walking pile of imp shite at the end of the day.


Let's consider the subject closed, shall we? Now - is there anything more to discuss?


Get out. I'm short-handed, in case you've forgotten.


A terrible pity, but if you find yourself in the Lower City, you're most certainly invited.


There's still life left in this old thing.


Let's not die yet.


Halt. Who are you, pretty dead thing, that interrupts this consecration of the undying?


Ugh! What is that? Rotting flesh?


Vlaakith's crown - what <i>was</i> that?


You're a sight for sore eyes, even now. Did you want something?


Strolling these streets together would have been quite magical, in other circumstances. This is all a tad apocalyptic for my liking.


Voco murus!<br>v2


Lux in tenebra!<br>v2


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


Report to the infirmary at once. Step carefully, <i>istik, </i>Crèche Y'llek watches you.


GaspFrightened<br>var 2