But! All is far from lost!


Why aren't these kennels clean?


Act as though you're being watched at all times - because you are.


Yes, child! Face her will!


Alas, Madeline has fled, and not even my powers can force her to return. I no longer require you.


Hostium munera!<br>v2


I thought we would be able to help her. I thought we would be able to keep her safe.


Heads it is!


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


A <i>kith'rak </i>demanded my death. <i>He'd deny us a cure.</i>


You at least still recall the title of your better. Good. Perhaps you can be brought to heel yet.


*You offer a generous amount, but not enough. All you've bought is a bed in the cells.*


*As the General's attention shifts to you, a memory stirs - a memory of this room, and his voice raised in anger.*


Always room for more.


How precious. The little pupster's found his bark.


Demento te!<br>v2


The Absolute has shown me your face, <i>villain</i>. I will beat it into a more pleasing shape.


Nature might've provided for it. Too late now.


Oh that's a familiar feeling. Darkness and loss.


So, I've been travelling with a vampire? One that feeds on his friends, no less.


Half-breed you might be, but my thanks are yours.


Certain... <i>events </i>transpired, and I found myself a guest of a noble drow house for a time. Well, something between guest, prisoner, and consort, perhaps.


We'll give Rolan the send off he deserves - when we're both safe.


Hells, what if there is? Ol' Rummy swore he was cursed 'til the day that Tarrasque stepped on him.


Oh my gods. It's really happening. It's been so <i>long. </i>I'll be back as soon as I've got the goods in tow.


No... upriver... too far...


In a manner of speaking, yes. I was lost in prayer of all things.


All right, but don't take too long. You're not the only tasty morsel around here.


Dying


Oh HI! I didn't see you there! I was deep in meditation, see.


No fooling you, is there? All right, get walking. Leave some room for the chumps, huh?


Wait. This looks familiar.


Demon's teeth, look at those fires. The Absolute's own personal horde - best steer clear.


Same here. I feel... cold.


Where are my smelling salts?


Don't let them escape! Harpers!


Huh. Someone fulfilled our contract for us.


Not by choice.


Morbidus!


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!


Impossible. Thy party is full.


I don't care how <i>brilliant</i> you are - cut it out. If they keep writing about you, there'll never be space for my puzzles.


Best to stay out of its way.


On your feet.


Dying Freezing to Death


I know what you are - one of Nere's cult-goons. Sailed right in.


Peri!


Might be other survivors.


Hells. I think I woke something up.


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


<i>I'm proud of you.</i>


<i>There's too many of them, we need to get to the brain - now!</i>


I didn't think twice when the moment came, but now I can't get it off my mind.


Not to worry! I'll set 'em straight. Bit of music never hurt anyone, eh?


I can be subtle sometimes.


When you find the lordling, tell him Orin is watching.


I am her child no more. I have been born anew in Gith's son, my saviour.


No, that wasn't right. Need to try a different combination...


I notice now, your gaze settles on something, or <i>someone</i>, much closer.


Well, that's a little dramatic, don't you think?


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


Up, now. Your moment's over.


Tuuch! Tuuch! Tuuch!


Quiet.


*Offer your pain to Shar's embrace. Hear the Nightsong.*


*The Nightsong is a priceless ruby from a realm beyond our own.*


It's over. He's too far gone.


But... ngh... that cure did the trick. Quick-sharp, too.


Finally. I can <i>think</i> again.


Stories! Stories! Get them right here!


Let me make it easy for you.


Voco flagella!<br>v3


Because you know who you are, now - what you can do.


What's that down there? A temple? A palace? What a pity it's so hopelessly out of reach...


Here, take it - all of it, I don't care! You'll never see me again, I promise!


Crusty rogue.


Mother of Lusts - gone again!


A ritual circle. Seems to be infernal in nature.


I have no idea what this will do.


*Unfortunately, your admission doesn't absolve you of your crimes. Only time in the cells will do that.*


A dragon and elf, apparently befriended. One day I'll share such a bond with a dragon of my own.


Vlaakith will not have your head today. But have it, she will.


Aye, they speak true. Found the <i>hoon</i> sailing Gekh's skiff.


Ah well. Least you can get an eyeful of the General, while he's holding court.


Ngh!


Dead. Looks like Father Lorgan wasn't much help after all.<br>


Lady Shar's presence. I felt her too - we're right where we need to be, under her gaze. This is the right path - let's continue.


Not now, sorry. I have to comfort these little warriors.


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


*Jaheira, left to die out in the shadow-lands. No different than murder, to a mind like Minsc's.*


Remember: stay in the light or you're done for.


Come on, stop slacking.


My Agnes should be dancing in the market, flowers in her hair. Not here. Not like this.


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


Curious.


A lava elemental. So you're what has this place all stirred up.


Recovered <br>V4


Today, you have my gratitude. But I'm not ready to... <i>nngh</i>...


In the name of the Spider Queen - we fly!


I didn't think I'd live to see the day when you turned your back on your queen, but all things considered... good for you.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


That's no fire. What are you hiding?


Then be free. You are an eagle, the most divine of messengers, soaring above the peak of Mount Sundabar.


Wanted us... to feel... what he felt. Powerless...


In fact, you're fortunate to have caught me just now. I've a rather special piece that's become unexpectedly available.


But if you say you're all right, I believe you.


No time to lose.


*Then you're lost in visions of demonic armies as you tear through a landscape of fire and blood.*


Whoa. That isn't good.


I spent two hundred years using my body to lure pretty things back for my Master. What I wanted, how I felt about what I was doing, it never mattered.


The Absolute demands their slaughter. Yet here you stand, in bold defiance.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


Recovered


Hells, I need to get out of here.


Indeed. These creatures are mightier than they look.


I sense another undead presence here. Powerful, but not malevolent.


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


*You're sinking - sinking into a starless void that has no end. The connection between mind and body draws thin and tight.*


<i>If </i>we find it. I doubt he's just left it lying around.<br>


Attack<br>var 3


Cazador sired seven spawn - me and my six 'brothers and sisters'.


*You recall that few of your grey cousins tend to drink, lest they kindle ancestral memories of mind flayer torture.*


Gods preserve us.


Caeco te!<br>v3


I'll save you, I swear it!


Never wanted the easy path.


...but a slave's a slave. Try not to fight too much. You've no use if you're damaged.


True, the spawn will need someone to lead them. Otherwise they'll just be a murderous, blood-sucking horde.


I know. I'm stubborn, I'm rude, I'm pushy. Maybe I always will be. But I'm also loyal and protective and ferocious.


The crown.


*Above*


You can help him, can't you? He deserves a life, after all he's been through.


I'd have appreciated your honesty a lot more had it been offered <i>prior</i> to us setting off on this adventure together.


Please, kind saer, can you spare a few coins to feed my son? He's sick and like to die!


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


Please, go ahead of us. My son is a little nervous.


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


What do you want?


What a terrible pity. It would've been so much better to see the potion's effects on a living specimen. But in this case... I suppose dead will do.


Why thank you, darling.


So run along, petal - and forget you ever saw me.


You'd give up her location, just like that? You're not actually considering betraying her, are you...?


I've got what you need.


Happy to help!


Who killed you, freak?


Someone's in trouble. We have to help!


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


<i>Even united, the Netherbrain was going to be an impossible enemy. But apart - we have no chance of survival. </i>


That doesn't look comfortable.


Bene curatur!<br>v2


Necklace has a Harper sigil. Why were they here?


Such a shame. And to think there's no way to save him.


I say, are you quite all right? You look a little peaky.


No, no. Like this:


Are you back to yourself...? Hells, Alfira didn't stand a chance...


On it.


As long as those spirits remember their mission, I doubt it. Keeping the book safe is all they know.


Don't - don't let me keep ya, boss. Lads were gathered by the windmill.


*A case of mistaken identity - you obviously aren't the criminal in question.*


Oh! What is <i>in</i> that?


The <i>Jhe'stil Kith'rak</i>?


Let's see what I can spirit away.


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


Too feeble by far. This needs muscle; the stronger, the better.


If you honestly believe that, maybe it's best you hide down here with the other children.


How utterly charming!


Bloody druids. Making more hassle for us over nothing.


Quod dico face!


I thought you were the cure - our salvation. I had hope.


NO! We were close, so close to being free!


By the hells, a lava elemental. No wonder the lake's so volatile.


I am - well, not 'happy' with how things turned out. But this does feel right.


It doesn't stop with Gortash - his people are everywhere, choking the life out of the city. If I stay here, they'll kill me.


Stand and deliver, you - wait, it's you!


Hold it! Not another step!


Ack. This one's already starting to rot.


Better get out of here. I don't relish the thought of explaining my part in all of this...


<i>More are coming - hurry! Or we will all become thralls!</i>


Both. Relevant words for times of strife - and for a dragon's underground trial, if we're lucky.


Haven't seen any Harpers come up. They still down there, frothing over battle-plans?


The prison in Wyrm's Rock conceals a path  to Ansur. Not sure what this 'spark' business means, though.


Oi, ugly!


((*I sang to Spaw for help. yet it cowered in the Grotto and let my people be slaughtered*))


Buff


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


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


This spell summons growth. But... something more, too.


Another broken trap. Who made these things?


When you don't return, he will realise he has nowhere else to go. He will come to me. And he will be mine.


GaspSurprised<br>var 2


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


Diminuo te!


*A mystical map glows before you, revealing a githyanki refuge inside a temple within the mountain pass.*


Looks like an ambush. A clumsy one.


Hence his bearded visitor. Even the githyanki have heard tell of Elminster, the Sage of Shadowdale. Some of his works have been translated to <i>tir'su</i>.


That's not mine to open.


<i>You heard the Chosen - the brain has gone to the city, and the army marches to follow. </i>


Fiat lux!


A pity. You pulled them from one death-trap only for me to land them in this one.


Rise, you dog! Retribution has come, and her sword is my sword!


The forge at the blacksmith's house should do.


Skarjall... herdmaster... rothé...


Unseen. Impressive, given my size.


Effort v2


Come, Voss - I need you!


I heard the Black Hand's favoured can command the room with a single word. And that he knows no fear.


Independent. Good.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 3


What's this? Feels like I've <i>lost </i>something...


Let's see what you're hiding.


Very well.


Let's make this quick. We need to reunite him with Thaniel.


Tempora mutantur!


Ahah. Ahah. Ahah. Quite the fitting token. Let it not be said that Lord Mammon's servant does not deal with paupers.


What do you think? Am I a good bard?


So many voices inside my mind, so many - but these ones are tricksters and thieves!


*Someone's Vintage Moonshae Zinfandel Collection. But it looks like a lot of the bottles have gone missing.*


Kill? No...


I don't know what that means.


Crusher. Strongest... of our tribe...


...why are you disguised as a gith, idiot? I could've killed you.


They run a tight ship. Must be a horrible place to grow up.


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


Effort v8


Corpses. These creatures did battle with duergar.


I'm just surprised to see such wretched-looking specimens - Cazador had a more refined palate than this.


A bunch of gibberish, as far as I can tell.


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


I hope that the glimpse you caught on my condition convinced you of the urgency in treating it. Can I count on you to give me the artefacts I need?


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


Breaking the rules. Get out. GET OUT.


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


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Wasn't sure we'd see light again.


It's Miri - it's got to be.


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


It draws power from a living host. Nothing in life is free, I suppose...


Falling<br>var 3


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


I'm sorry - me? Oh no, no I don't think so.


Let's turn someone inside out.


I wonder what was so subversive about their words that they commanded protection.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Mayrina! The redcap might have hurt her - she's just upstairs. Hurry!


Nearly had my eye out. Who, or what, threw that?


Please - this has gone on long enough.


Jaheira's godsend, in the flesh. Pleasure to have you.


I wonder if any of these rooms are available to rent?


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


Where did he go...?


Circulus mortis!


<i>Finally.</i>


Good work, kids. You're all heroes, each and every one of you.


Looks like any regular weapons I have work here too.


Thou necrotic stump!


A reminder that this isn't the Blushing Mermaid. Any roughhousing and you're OUT.


He needs to die slowly, PAINFULLY. So keep yer amateur hands off him, or you're next!


Victory v2


What path lies before me?


No! Get away!


Cudo! v2


It's - it's gone. All that power.


*The goblin's nostrils flare, as if trying to judge you through smell alone...*


Not a lick of magic in these pages.


Hold on, I shall aid you.


You know what? We're square. I'll tell the others to leave you alone too.


Odd - someone's cut a notch in the tree there.


Here I thought I'd take a little after-lunch nap, but one look at you and I've got indigestion.


Thou inglorious hog.


Can't let these things escape the wreckage.


You met her? Then you were subject to her lies.


Hunger... Hunger...


Silvanus taught us a lesson by letting an outsider save us.


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


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


Another gith disc. Lae'zel will have quite the collection.


It's a little obvious, frankly.


Ha! Oh, my dear. I'd like to see you try.


They will be avenged. I will face the brain alone if I have to.


But first, we'll need to survive the wilderness. I'd hoped there might be useful supplies through here.


You are mesmerised by Boo? Understandable - but time to move!


They - they were alive? All this time, they were just hidden under the palace?


Dolor!


Doesn't work.


More than anything. My old dwarven master used to beat me and feed me scraps - Raphael treats me right and feeds me well.


Weapon blueprints. They call for sussur bark...


A githyanki? Mm. Last one I serviced blessed me with a bruise and a smile.


That building has similar decorative flowers to the key we found.


Here you go.


*...while two others lie dead at Nere's feet, their flesh scorched by powerful magic.*


Because if you continue to get between me and what I want, I will have to find a way through you.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Still another githyanki disc. I'll see what Lae'zel has to say.


Isn't peace and quiet just the best?


<i>We've got this. We're nearly there.</i>


Make a wrong move, and Boss Ragzlin'll chew you up and spit out the chunks!


Can't use this right now.


'Cause I can climb the cliffs no problem.


Now you need my help.


I want to go, but if I don't let her majesty here see Dribbles for the <i>third </i>time, I'll never hear the end of it. Kids, right?


The glass feels... warm?


Zevlor - you are needed!


Out of sight, out of mind.<br>


Good luck, I suppose. Here's hoping we're still wearing the same skins when we next meet.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 2


Don't give up, I'm coming.<br>


Some act as though displaying bare flesh is a more heinous crime than murder and robbery.


But take a look out there, and tell me whose blood is staining the rocks.


Some folks have started breaking into places, too. Spotted a bunch of misfits sneaking into one of them boarded up houses. <i>Animals.</i>


I wouldn't expect an <i>istik</i> to understand. On this plane, inadequacy is expected.


A mephit?!


<i>It is what Blurg would have wanted.</i>


<i>Right. Always. Right?</i>


I can see why the Absolute might be hungry to dig deeper into that mind of yours. I certainly am.


Mephits? As if my hands weren't full already!


It'll suck to be you tomorrow, mate.


<i>Thank</i> you.


*What will you do next?*


That doesn't sound promising...


Fly, hamster!


This is the spot Rugan marked. Doesn't look like much.


Refreshing.


I suppose such wicked killers deserve wicked ends.


Seen alleyways in Baldur's Gate that are plenty worse in their way.


You read my mind.


Step wise around the Disciple - I've seen her do some dark things in this room.


No - it can't be. <i>It can't</i>. This was my right!


Damn - the brew's acquired a spark!


Tell me what I need to know, or I swear you'll burn.


*A calm settles over you. The elder brain is a menace - but with the Blade of Avernus at your side, you know you can triumph.*


You are indebted to Elminster Aumar. I shall accept coin on his behalf.


No time for chit-chat, I'm afraid. Lord Gortash may be dead, but the news lives on!


Ketheric has her now. It's done.


Let me aid you, ,my heart.


Darkness shall triumph!


Oh look - backup's on its way. Again.


Dying Panic Fall


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


That fellow was infected, like us. Is this the mark of a True Soul?


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


The tadpole you harvested is not a curiosity to be pickled and studied - it is a weapon that can unlock the potential of our own parasites.


She would've! I had everything figured out.


It's red. The one I killed was red.


Talking statues are never a good sign.<br>


You! I knew you'd been mucking with our beer! You poisoned us!


<i>Sharess' Caress.</i>


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


Oh, fancy.


*Approaching the cells, you're met by hollow faces and eyes reluctant to meet your gaze. There's an almost physical stink of decay and neglect.*


We need to get rid of them and seek out the helm.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


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


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Let us see what a soldier of Crèche K'liir can do.


Get out of my face. Got nothing to say to you.


I don't know what to say! Except thank you. Thank you so much.


CoughIll<br>var 3


I understand you're angry, I really do, but I won't let you endanger these people.


<i>There's too many of them, we need to get to the brain - now!</i>


<i>What? No - I've had so little time!</i>


It's broken?! Argh, you've <i>got </i>to be kidding!


Sob<br>var 3


*This is the truth lost in your mangled memories. You are a spawn of Bhaal - his heir, his scion.*


I find that decidedly hard to believe.


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


Not on purpose. Or not with the intent to deceive. I've been trying to make sense of it all.


Safe up here. Safe in the light.


I'll give it a shot.


Cave circulum!


You aren't a stone mason by any chance? No, I suppose not.


Then you leave me no choice but to answer your folly with fury.


Pus-supping maggot.


Only we who seek your embrace remain, Nightsinger.


You can't die - not like this!


Another scrying eye, same as the goblins had. Someone's watching.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


This will bolster you.


See you around, Bhaalspawn. Stay alive for me, won't you?


Just so.


There's a breeze down here. Wonder where it's coming from.


Help me! Please! I can't feel my legs!


Old habits die hard, darling. Surely you know that.


<i>A newborn. Born new from this husk.</i>


Canto te!<br>v2


*A long, sleepless night awaits. But come dawn, you will have reclaimed a little piece of yourself.*


Voco arvina!<br>v2


Recovered <br>V4


<i>Is this not the outcome your queen wanted, Lae'zel? Her reward will be yours for the taking. </i>


Don't have anything to put here.


You got any idea what we're supposed to do different what with Lord Gortash getting murdered?


Crates and caravans. The town tollhouse, surely.


Impero tibi!<br>v3


Now that Grub is gone, I don't got anyone.


You are almost certain to fail. <i>Almost</i>. And so, there is a chance you might succeed.


<i>Chk</i>. I'll handle it.


You were lying this whole time, weren't you? Helped us out from under the heel of the druids so we could be slaves for your cult.


Attack<br>var 2


Phew! You really <i>are </i>burning up. Whoever put that engine together tried to house metallurgised demono-valves inside a ra-gnax alloy casement. <i>Very </i>risky.


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


Unleash your wrath! It only fuels my fury.


*The reddish symbol is vile and repellent, but you're not sure where you've seen it before.*


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


I had better watch your back then.


At least the cub has a fighting chance now.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Family or not, the master will be obeyed! You will not open that door.


Incommodum!


Stick with me. I'll show you around <i>and </i>square up if anyone bothers you.


My husband's still in the Outer City with the few cows we have left - how am I going to tell him we have to give them up?


Certainly not the lobster. I haven't seen one in hours!


Please enjoy responsibly! And nowhere near this establishment. Is there anything else I can do for you?


Help underway.


It needs to draw power from a host. How very illithid.


Shoo, then. For now. My friend.


You're either an excellent storyteller... or you've experienced something quite exceptional.


Voco arvina!<br>v3


But if this is the way to Moonrise Towers, then this is the only path I've got.


Agilius!


A doppelganger. Hideous creatures - they sow paranoia and mistrust.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


To Baldur's Gate. Voss will be waiting in this 'Sharess' Caress'.


The Spirits of the Fallen, be my witness: I will find the means of reaching the prince through his domed prison.


I follow the scents of blood and gold to all lands fertile, friend.


It wasn't my idea, it was Mol's! She...


Hells, I need to get out of here.


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


No, there's plenty of room for <i>me</i>.


What's in here?


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


A simple movement charm wouldn't be too hard to apply to such an object. I could conjure one up for you if you like?


Thingies, yokes, <i>and </i>mabobs.


Orin clearly takes comfort in such vile surrounds. Can't say I feel the same.


Ready or not...


Counter-offer. You fight with us, or you die with us.


Damn sight better than what Zevlor's got coming, after leaving us to die like that.


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


What in the Nine Hells...


I can feel the poison clearing - I'm cured!


I have a terribly familiar feeling. We're being watched...


You lie so easily. But I suppose it <i>is </i>easy for your kind. Tyr warned us not to believe a word out of your mouth, servant of Zariel.


Even now you're lying. Pathetic.


Either or both, so long as I get to spill blood.


There, on the rooftops. Fresh blood awaits.<br>


Beholder, but it's exceedingly rare to come by.


But hark! Something stirs...


If you need to go your own way, I respect that. But still... I'm asking.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


Don't worry, I'll make it better.


There is much we must discuss. Do you have a safe place to camp nearby?


You... You think so? What... what <i>does </i>it mean to be a warrior, then?


Take tonight to rest, recuperate - celebrate. Tomorrow, we can strike out.


You do realise these things grow, do you not? Teeth and talons first.


Well... it was nice while it lasted.


They can also make people more protective, guarded, paranoid, and jealous.


Remember - getting that chest to Baldur's Gate is your job. Then we share the profits.


That was an actual pixie! An adorable, furious pixie.


Omnia mutantur!


ONWARD


Ooh... Oh gods... Are they going to say it? What happens if they <i>don't </i>say it...


Facing that lot would be suicide... at least for now.


Barrelstalks. Poisonous stuff. Myconids must be using these for protection.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


*Alas, all you see is empty space. The mirror reflects nothing.*


The Blade always strikes true. There will be no 'Circle Glut'.


Father. Father is father.


<i>Orthon - with me!</i>


Locked tight.


The Disciple has returned upstairs but... perhaps she'll still see me.


Humble too? Imagine that.


Mr Dekarios. Gale. You are the finest mind - the finest wizard - I have ever had the pleasure to know.


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


This is incredible... are we inside the Prism?


Attack<br>var 2


Life's unfair. And you still need a vault pass.


Looks old. Spiders, squids - neat.


Don't bleed out on me.


Then get out of my sight - and don't come back until your pockets drag with gold.


There was a battle here once - a large one.


The magic's been dispelled from that book on flumphs. Let's see what's inside.


Let's get out of here before we stop to chat.


Out of sight, out of mind.<br>


*There is no telling what schemes Gortash could be planning.*


I'll rip your spine out your <i>arsehole</i>.


Minsc does not sneak, queen cutpurse. He follows a direct line from boot to butt.


<i>Chk. </i>A tadpole feasts on our skulls, and you're signing on to chase devils?


A dreadful misdeed - one she will never live down. But the grove still needs her passion.


Once I've eaten your heart, you as you know yourself will be gone.


Another damned mimic.


It was a good life. I only wish our Lady had not averted her gaze from us.


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


Attack


Closed Mouth Effort v4


I'd love to know the full story.


This is a Harper emblem. What was she doing <i>here?</i>


You have my people's thanks. There will be dark times ahead for us all, but we will stand with you as best we can.


Voco flagella!


I would have back everything I lost and a thousand times more. I would get what I <i>deserved</i>, one might argue.


Harpers nesting in your cellar tends to scare off business. So if you mean to sling some coin around, only Jaheira will complain.


It's me. I'm Jenevelle.


Your word's as good as mine, it seems. Very well.


Gortash is being named Archduke? Time to pay Wyrm's Rock a visit.


Silentium!


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


I'm sure you understand there's only room for one bard here, but I'll let you know if I need a day off, hm?


Tight fit. I barely got through.


((*<b>the Age of Glut begins</b>*))


These <i>Chosen</i> have reason to fear you - and I would like to be at your side when you confront them.


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


But they were the ones hunting us. Things were quiet - until we started to ask about the Rashemaar.


Oh, my friend. There are far more interesting folk to speak to here.


Help's on the way.


Is this my fate - to be freed from Gortash's hell only to be trapped in yours?


Would you listen to sense? This doesn't have to end badly - for either of us.


Heroes come and go, but the Guild has always been here, protecting the city. Until the Stone Lord came to break us.


I thought maybe we could just do it ourselves?


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


POPPER HATES SNEAKY LITTLE THIEFS - EVEN SUPER COOL SCALY SCALES!


Shadowheart... fulfilling your parents' wishes took courage beyond measure. I hope true peace finds its way to you swiftly.


If there be a devil on his shoulder, then Minsc and Boo will sit astride the other! He will not be long in coming back to himself, I think.


That's the symbol of the Absolute. Marked in blood.


That's terrible. If we can help them, we will.


O-of course. I'd never!


Bah - I had the most <i>unwelcome</i> dream...


Recovered


A couple turns should do it.


This was the clown's leg, I think.


Halsin... First Druid...


Why did you leave, Master?


*But where, oh where could that monster have come from? If only you knew yourself better.*


Yes. It's a good thing we were here.


Quod dico face!<br>v3


Well yes, of course. But first things first.


They tortured the githyanki to learn about the Astral Prism. Look like it went on for <i>days...</i>


My family home's long gone, but I'll show you my favourite chowhall in the city, if it's still standing.


Sticky. I hope that is blood.


OUT! The shop is closed. You and everyone else can go to hell - WITHOUT my help.


M'name's Gribbo<i>. </i>Idiot.


Chains bind the boat. I will free it.


I tried to save you - when Bhaal came for you before, I stood by you.


I suppose you want thanks. I'm sure the tieflings have plenty.


It is but a sprouting acorn for now, but given time and care, it could grow tall and mighty - and offer shelter to all who need it.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


<i>Agh</i>... killed by a bloody dwarf healer. Pathetic.


Don't mind if I do.


Wish I'd known that little melee was coming. Could've laid down a bet.


Te absolvo!


When the tentacles sprout from your lips, will you still cry that I was <i>cold?</i>


True Soul? Absolute? What were they raving on about?


No, no, no. Does it really need to be said?<br>


We should leave this untouched and get out of here.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 3


Each raider I fell will bring me closer to my queen.


The goblins left me behind. I'm a bad hyena.


Get up!


'The histories tell us that Commander Voss, <i>Jhe'stil Kith'rak</i>, pierced Prince Orpheus clean through with his sword of silver. That his flesh was torn and fed to the great red dragon Ephelomon.'


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


I barely opened it when they started whispering from the shadows.


Seven thousand souls, each bearing the scar of the one who brought them to me, stand ready to be sacrificed.


Your pace has slowed. Are you unwell?


*A raging pain tears through your head as thoughts and instincts do battle within it. Then - silence. Your mind opens, and all resistance evaporates...*


Steady, lads. Steady!


No!


Voco spicae!


What the... this stuff is everywhere.


YOU <i>NEVER</i> TAKE. ONLY BRING.


Yet I know what can - a strange lantern, used by a cultist convoy that oft passes.


You've brought me back from the grey shores of death.


*You were no Myrkul cultist, that much is sure. You sense in your soul you were something far greater.*


Unclaimed, I'm sure...


Just something to think about.


Victory v3


A wizard doesn't reach Elminster's age without enjoying their home comforts. Those who seek danger over cheese don't tend to live as long.


Dunno - never repaid anything. But you been square with me, true.


Try on your new jimjams! They're a present from Father, it would be rude not to.


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


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


You idiot. Don't you do this to me!


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.


I will come to collect. If you refuse to give me the Crown, I collect your souls instead.


You will? Oh, thank goodness for that.


The wrinkled orb is correct! Boo remembers the stench of the temple still.


An adamantine forge? Curious.


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


Hm. Nice.


'Perfect'.


<i>Ghaik </i>prison.


You know, Astarion, I'm not sure I can trust you anymore. You're... different. A bit scary, to be honest.


Your devilish patron is a delight, Wyll. Have you ever lain with her?


Keep that bird away from the merchandise!


Something's always catching us.


No. Free me.


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


Darkness protect me.


I'm <i>way</i> too big.


I feel cold. Empty. What are those flowers doing to me?


Demento te!<br>v2


Of course they need help.


Yet I'm afraid I've but one last battle in me. Shall we renew our contract once more?


What are you doing? STOP... NO... ARGH!


I've got you.


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


Most willingly, forsooth. Their passions doth run deep for what hath been wrought upon them.


You! Can't be here. No one in. No one out.


Turn us into - ha. Hahaha!


Thank you again, but I need to rest. The curse has left me weak.


What beautiful music...


Congratulations, True Soul. You'll surely be granted an audience - with <i>Her.</i>


I will follow in their path. I will succeed.


Seems simple enough.


I share thine enthusiasm. In mine own manner.


Venustior!


We made our choice; there's no going back. Onward - the Netherbrain awaits.


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


Mors animae!<br>v3


If I ever get out of here, you'll wish you'd DIED when you were bitten!


This might sting. Whatever.


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


Steel, spell, or sweaty embrace - Minsc has you now!


<i>Argh.</i> You were supposed to make her suffer! Not <i>forgive </i>her.


I can't lose you.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


This will come in handy.


Aren't you the one who exposed the bloody bastard? Access godsdamned <i>granted</i>.


A little discourse.


Ouch! Get it together.


Converts, pilgrims, mercenaries. They all seek power, but will find only death.


Vis medicatrix!


Buff


Me too, soldier. Gods! Me too. For every knock we take, I feel like I get a little treat just to keep me going.


*There are dozens and dozens of wounds on the corpse. The killer did not stop savaging it, even when she was long gone.*


Cazador's healing in his coffin. This is the moment - he's mine.


But I appreciate the effort.


Step one of starting a conversation: think before you speak.


*The worm in your head might not even have an appetite for undead meat.*


*Do not think of what you have lost, do not dwell on your debts. Set your mind on higher things - set your mind on me.*


I did it. I got out.


There isn't.


The Lady's Court. Did you ever... <i>socialise</i> with any of them?


A stitch in time saves... well. You know.


You have no control of yourself - worse than a beast. And I will put you down like one.


Oi, ugly!


Barely. I made mince of their ugly mind matter, and if they dare return, I will strip out their offal.


Ugh - not now!


An earthquake, maybe. I don't remember one ever shaking the city.


Effort


Revenge sounds so sweet until you've taken it. Then all you have is... no one left to blame.


You're not wrong, but do we need to tell every stranger we meet our business?


Everyone wants to marry me now. It's wonderful.


Bloody thing is chained up<i>, </i>hang on.


You can't even count to a hundred.


Giant mushrooms. They're like nothing I've ever seen.


They likely have a camp nearby. I'd expect more raiders eventually.


<i>I am the Blade of Frontiers!</i>


<i>Dame Aylin? It's your time to shine!</i>


The Gazette never prints anything that'll affect us regular folk. S'all a distraction.


Neither would you, if you'd been dragged here by this self-important arsehole.


Easy, the danger's passed. Let's just be more careful about which strays we bring home, all right?


And yet you will <i>live. </i>A <i>ghaik</i> thrall wearing the skin of his masters at long last.


Lae'zel has a dangerous look in her eyes - let's just hope she reserves those impulses for any common foes.


But you're far from the most eccentric drinking companion I've had. I'd like to know more. Cheers.


Stop right there, stranger.


Victory<br>


The woman with the relic - Shadowheart. No signs of struggle that I can see. Curious.


My name's Astarion, and I've spent a century stalking the night, hunting for pretty morsels just like you.


Curious mask. What's it doing here?


Your point being?


Why, because I'm not sharpening steel or strutting on the wall?


Well, this isn't enlightening.


The rot of death. <i>Delightful.</i>


It is. Courtesy of my mother, the inimitable, dare I say it sometimes <i>unavoidable</i>, Morena Dekarios.


You were to receive Selûne's guidance in those woods. You were to come of age. Instead, Shar's followers snatched you. They must have been watching you for a long time.


Hells - seems that book on flumphs was not all it appeared to be.


I can see your scars... all of them. I know what it's like to suffer like that, only I bear fewer reminders on my skin.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Gotta be another way in.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 2


He isn't very good with anyone<i>. </i>He yelled at me just because I told him not to drink anymore.


Oh, hello. I remember you, sort of. Thanks, I think? Bye!


Look at that.


Oi! I dress well. For my budget.


<i>(Sorcerous Sundries is an institution of this city, one I am proud to serve, even if it passes through some rather loathsome hands from time to time.)</i>


In today's papers - 'Steel Watchers Save City from Deep Gnome Assault'!


*Several other children are huddled behind the one receiving the apple, hands outstretched.*


Hark! A dung golem!


*So choose well, choose wisely - to your own nature be true.*


There's something else you should know. Something I can no longer ignore.


Open your peepers, freak. It's time.


You <i>bastard</i>.


I don't know how much longer I can resist it.


Gods - I wager the dead elf is Halsin. He won't be helping us now.


*This is no mere story. You have seen the truth unfold before your eyes. Orpheus will rise and guide the githyanki to freedom.*


Bite! KILL!


We make it to the city or we die - it's that simple.


Hi. Hello.


Never again...


A fascinating question, one that boils down to which criteria we choose to apply. Are we speaking about the physiological? Theological? Etymological?


Dying Burning<br>v6


If only he had gone further...


I have heard them whisper, I have seen the way they look at me. They begin to see you in the same light.


Where are you going?! We must reach the transponder - now!


Whatever brought you to the city, you won't get anywhere while the Gondians' metal monsters are patrolling the streets.


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


It's opened. I wonder what's back there.


Marcus - is that you? What's happened to you?


Not going to happen, but I do like your spunk.


Damn knots...


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


Though I must admit - all the clankery from the Flaming Fists dampens the mood somewhat.


When they see you on the walls, they might just turn and run the other way, eh?


I am tempted to leave you.<br>


Just empty shells. Best to just keep the unhatched one.


You're supposed to be looking out for us, not the bloody skies.


WOOOOO!


Hurt


<i>No...</i>


Make them hurt, yeah?


Already dead.


I hope they <i>throttle</i> you with yer beard. Now piss off!


Don't say that.


You know your choices.


*Though you stand alone, it is almost as if the air itself is undressing you.*


Come to greet death early? You'll be a lovely spectacle.


Coming for you!


Piss-addled pontificator.


To a Harper - a signal that there are shapechangers in our midst.


Each door is named for a famed wizard. If I had to guess, Karsus' Annals wait behind the one bearing his name.


Mors certa!<br>v3


A moment, my friend. Minsc needs to think.


What in the Hells was that?


Look here!


I can close that up fast.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


We will cleanse you.


Guess not. I just feel what I feel. No sense hiding it.


No time to lose.


Diminue!


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


Looks like the hag made a shortcut. Clever.


Exactly! And look: we're not on our own, are we? Not anymore.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Breathe - you have to clean up. You have to get rid of the bodies.


My father told me all about how... how you struck down the mad cleric Bassilus, how -


Would you like to be more than a common murderer? To become an <i>avatar </i>of slaughter?


Abandoned, by the look of it. Perhaps it no longer keeps afloat.


We'll talk later, hmm?


Welcome back to Sorcerous Sundries! How can I help you?


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Get a move on, civilian. We've no time to waste here.


On your feet - that's an order.


Astarion, how is the rat diet going?


No ordinary curio. Such an item would only be found in the collection of a true diabolist.


Hurt Critical


Vae victis!


Must be what that kid was talking about.


Florrick, where in the hells are you?


The master said you might offer to come willing, but his orders were very specific.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


Oh - Barcus. Perhaps later.


Besides. Why kill him, when we can torture him with the death of his beloved prince?


GruntAngry<br>var 3


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


The Blade of Frontiers has deserted his post? So much for legends.


Then I'll teach you to conjure those vines.


Huh. That's a solid tip. Could work out for a gentle kid like Korson.


Take word to your crèche. You are to join our search.


We sent you here on a mission of mercy, and what do we find?


Tempestas!


Raphael knows how we can free Orpheus. We must see him at once. <i>Orpheus tavki na'zin!</i>


We're dead if we don't get out of here. I can't believe Zevlor wanted us to go with these zealots.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 2


Pallida mors!<br>v2


They're seeking a weapon. I wonder if they mean that odd artefact...


Good on ya - don't matter to me if it's Shar, Gond, or my boy Maglubiyet; it's about tradition.


Kobolds are a festering plague on these hallowed grounds - to disturb the dead is to invite divinity's wrath. Thank you for dealing with them.


Ex Textura!


Stuck? That's not good.


You did? Please - she'd want her sister to have it.


'Withers'? I'm not going to remember that! I'm calling you 'Bone Man'.


<i>Zhentarim! To arms!</i>


The reins to a thousand dragons and the helms of a thousand spelljammer vessels.


Feculent beast!


Did you see all those people? They... they <i>changed</i>! Hold on, Cora! CORA!


Maybe I could write my own song about him...


Cough it up!


Unnoticed. Good.


Maybe I should stay crouched forever.


Whatever Marcus hid beneath, it isn't budging.


Only way to raise awareness is that bloody Baldur's Mouth Gazette, though.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 3


I wish you hadn't said <i>anything</i>.


<i>Ghaik</i> machinery. I can make no sense of it.


I shouldn't linger.


A scrying eye - closed forever.


Voss waits at Sharess' Caress. I will retrieve the key that binds Orpheus - and then cleave him from brain to belly.


Wolves can sense your fear, Shadowheart. It only makes them hungrier.<br>


This <i>must </i>be the place. We have to get inside.


C'mon, Fringe, back up with you!<br>


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


It's not right, not right. I'm so sorry...


...Somebody there?


Ugh... sure.


*Whine.*


No trespassing. You want access, see the gauntlet.


Clumsy - what good are they without their limbs?


Shadowheart needs to speak to her more than I do. Better wait until she is free.


I'll go this way.


Anything of use?


Ancient bones, but their equipment looks as sturdy as ever.


Of course.


You worry too much, hen. Now, let's finish our drinks, yeah? I don't want to be late.


Browse responsibly now!


Argh. How do you do that? Always making sense when I least want you to.


Voco glacies!<br>v3


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


But now the song has stopped - the contract is fulfilled. I suppose you showing up at the same time is no coincidence...


A mighty river. There's bound to be settlements along its shores.


Where's our dream guardian?


And it's easy as that.


As you wish, then. We take our leave. I hope you have mastered yourself, when next we meet. If not, we will do what we must.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


Dying Burning<br>v5


Don't get me wrong, I'd ride him to the Feywild and back if I had the chance, but I wouldn't let my guard down around him.


That's what I'm here for.<br>


Lae'zel, no!


Not that I'd necessarily object.


Dodge
v2


<i>Thank you.</i>


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


Look at all those tads. Enough to make an army of Absolutists.


Boo!


This kitchen needs sweeping. Where's that lazy Falten got to?


Let's go go go!


And how about that handsome Rolan at Sorcerous Sundries?


If you see her, tell her Yenna's looking for her. It's really scary when you're alone without your mum.


A fearsome hunter, reduced to this...


Victory v2


Sol Invictus!


To be... paladin again... protect... my people...


We get along quite well, I think.


Of course - but Master Lorroakan has yet to share the fruits of <i>our</i> labour with me. Apparently I'm 'not ready'.


<i>Normally I would find your people's lust for pleasantries amusing.</i>


He's too quick for me! You've only got little legs too, I bet you couldn't catch him either.


Damn it all - Halsin's gone.


We're wasting our time - we can't beat an endless horde.


I've got your back!


The ring changed colour. I wonder why.


Parchment-pallored villain.


Well. You... did it!


I did not think it possible. Thank you - my spirit smiles for the first time in a century.


I have just the thing.


That was due to your insipid conversation, half-elf.


Of course they did! No doubt it was my training gave them the discipline and resolve to stay in the fight!


*So much promised... but what is sought in return?*


These Selûnite words do nothing.


Agreed - the sooner we get out of here, the better.


Are you sure he's coming back? The others look like they've been down here a long time.


Sound easy? It <i>ain't</i>. Come back once those boozehounds are done toastin' - you'll see.


Come on then, Stone Lord - if you mean to take my chair, you'll get no better chance than this.


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


I don't feel too good. What did that druid scratch me with?


That a fact? Well, they're magical rings. Maybe it vanished, y'know, magic'ly.


Oh-ho no you don't. Karlach is a one-person gal. You've made your choice, now you have to live with the consequences.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


Choked to death by cursed shadows. A terrible fate.


Text is too faded. Doesn't tell me who was worshipped here.


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


You are a cleric, are you not? Ready to call upon the power of a guardian god, to spank this brain for bullying you!


The stink of that place might never wash out.


Te video!<br>v3


Baelen, where <i>are </i>you.


What stayed behind would have been the strongest part of him. But after all these years left in darkness, corruption must have taken hold.


You're a recent arrival for sure, still bearing dust from the road... but you have something they lack. <i>Dignity</i>.


Come now. He took IN those strays, and then he just left!


Let it set the path before you.


Only jesting. I'm sure you're a force to be reckoned with.


Hells. I need to hold on.


We'll be back. You have my word.


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


Take your rest then, Scratch. Eldath knows you've probably earned it more than us.


Dead. They're only good for kindling now.


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


<i>You rejected the offer.</i>


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


Something is... different about Shadowheart. New facial creases, perhaps? A fresh battlescar I hadn't noticed?


I'll make you wish <i>you'd </i>never been born!


Peace is returning to the grove. We have you to thank for that.


Laughter Maniacal


<i>I adopt the illusory appearance of someone else. You, for example. </i>


Well of course I'm jealous! It's not every day you can do a horizontal dance with a devil.


I'm reminded of a book father kept hidden in a drawer. 'The Salty Mermaid'. Do you know of it, Shadowheart?


This place reeks of alcohol - best watch my fire. Or not...


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


A hidden laboratory full of abandoned experiments. Colour me in my element.


Since you sorted that out, perhaps 'well-meaning' bigots like our friends here will show a little more sympathy.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


Balthazar. That's Ketheric's right hand. But I've never been afraid of a necromancer or two.


Wyvern poison. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.


Do what he asks. My father's life is in his hands.


This is the last time I'll ask. <i>Please.</i>


Recovered


What's this? Off with you. Only the self-sufficient may enter.


Until Baldur's Gate, then!


Breath_Fast<br>Var 3


Save yourself.


I didn't think that would work. This shadow curse is something else.


Deadlier than ever.


No use digging with my bare hands...


Then DIE.


Can't leave you in the lurch.<br>


<i>Tnak</i>. I'll feckin' kill you!


You lot spend more when you're boozed up.


Some sort of temple? Looks abandoned.


A githyanki noble, imprisoned for aeons. He'll be beside himself with good humour, I'm sure.


What do you mean, <i>'weird'</i>?


Might fit that chest.


Your daughter - Isobel?!


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


Laughter


Black blood? No, it's machine oil - seems to lead inside this place.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


The question is - where is the rest of him?


What's inside?


Shar is quick to discard whatever she has no use for. I think you know that well enough.


PainOpen<br>var 2


Acidum!


Cough_Ill<br>Var 3


Come, Voss - I need you!


Clausus!


I'm going to kill six hundred.


Grace is bestowed by nature, not me.


Did you see what happened? Is my little girl - is Obelia safe?


Right away.


Fie, such cruel words!


It matters! It's carved into my back - whatever this is, it's part of me.


No time to waste, we should be drinkin'
Hey! for the pub
Ho! for the pub
We'll soon be stinkin' drunk!


Nothing.


Sounds like someone's in trouble.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


I know you do not fall so easily, gith child. On your feet!


Settle in, then come join me for a drink. You may just be the godsend we've been praying for.


Who in the hells threw that?


*Magical energy courses through the slate, then to Lae'zel. Your own body buzzes in resonance.*


Resisto acidum!


No obstacle too great.


<i>I feel it. We're close.</i>


You've proven an exceptionally efficient friend today. I hope we can work together again.


*You mentally shuffle through places likely to have an expert in mind flayers. Candlekeep? Neverwinter? Menzoberranzan? Baldur's Gate...*


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


I need to get off this building before that thing explodes!


That's him - like an echo of Thaniel, remoulded by the curse. We need him, if we're to put a stop to all of this.


Would that the sisters' incisions were soothing as mine.


Recovered <br>V3


<i>Attention-seeker.</i>


If you're desperate for company, Sharess' Caress is just across the way.


Your greed reduced Crèche Y'llek to rubble. You didn't just steal a mace. You stole the lives of my people!


A couple turns should do it.


Such a terrible place. I should leave.


Blech.


That chair leg could make for a fine weapon...


Don't fret about it, mate. Got one of those faces, don't I?


Someday, I will sit down.<br>


Hells. We're attracting too much attention!


Look, mate - this don't have to get violent, right? You want him, pay for him.


*You sense the pleasantries might be over. In fact, this could get very unpleasant indeed.*


Not looking for more company.


Obedi me!<br>v2


*Your words only make you appear more guilty. You can't be allowed to walk free.*


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


I've seen rocks with more charm.


Jan. A strange little man, but a fine friend. I can forgive him his love of turnips.


Eh, quit moanin'.


One down, millions live.


Maledicte es!<br>v2


<i>Take my spear, step forward, and strike down the Selûnite who awaits beyond.</i>


Attack Critical<br>


Looks like that's going to bruise.


*You picture the city, its politics and power structures, its beating heart. It would be so easy to bite into it and make it your own.*


I... I have to go. I have to get out of here.


*Against all odds, the Netherbrain is defeated. The day, won. The future of Faerûn, secured.*


What you want from me? I'm not impressed.


He's useful, as the not-so-alive, not-quite-dead go.


Whoever they held captive escaped. One of the adventurers, perhaps.


Closer... I need to get closer!


Brothel? Pleasure house? Den of decadent delights?


Let's follow. I want to see her rip Lorroakan in half.


Here - a token from the pirate life I left behind.


Maybe not. But it'll wipe the shit-grin off its face, at least.


Now's not the right time for that.


Fools, the pair of you. Just be ready to leave when the time comes - or preferably before.


I don't envy your choice, truly. But this is the hand fate's dealt you.


*No openings you can see, yet you sense <i>something </i>inside it.*


Dissera!


Torm, Lathandar, Beshaba, Mystra. Are these their names? Are we sure of that?


Astarion, we need to talk. I know you're a vampire - it's kind of obvious.


*The bird hops around, scanning sticks and flowers, looking for a nice addition to his nest.*


Please, darling, you have the Vampire Ascendant on your side. How could we lose?


Hmph. When the horned ones leave this place, I will lie in the back, and <i>you</i> will pull. Noble one.


These fungal spores are everywhere.


Worthless.


Argh - didn't work.<br>


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v4


*Still shaken, they approach you. They thank you for rescuing them, but ask for you to perform one last miracle.*


This so-called Sharran is known to me. I thought she'd run me through, but she set me free instead.


<i>It is painful to say, but they cannot be your priority. Duke Ravengard MUST be saved. The city needs him.</i>


I'm perfectly fine.


Bloodied tracks - quite small, too. A gnome found some trouble here.


Scab-licking vagrant!


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


So, Gale - got any book recommendations for me?


Call me greedy, stubborn, old-fashioned... but I cannot change who I am, or how I love.


However, the sharpest tongues sometimes make the finest points. And your urgency is not unwarranted -  our circumstances have changed.


I'm coming with you. I'd like to get a few licks in myself.


If not over, then through.


I appreciate the thought, truly, but if this is something you want to look into...


Gods, I should've known. Who else would've turned me into a <i>sheep</i>? To think she's been a stone's throw from Connor and me this whole time...


It worries me too.


Maybe they can still be saved.


The Towers must be close. And finding Moonrise means finding answers.


I guess that's good news, right? Maybe Zariel's found some other poor sap to occupy her interest.


*You have prepared all your life to fight the <i>ghaik</i>. You dream of presenting one of their vile heads to Vlaakith in Tu'narath!*


Video veritatem!<br>v3


Thou art saucy as gruel.


Coming.


Looks simple enough.


Enjoy pokin' holes in people do ya?


Cheers!


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Demir... Johl... dead. All dead.


Some people have all the luck.


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


Thank you, magic!


Something's on my mind.


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


A petrification ray... someone addled that spectator.


Wizards ask questions, they don't issue imperatives. You ought to know that by now, Mr Dekarios.


I have something to ask.


Comfortably. Figured it obvious.


Laughter


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


That, or we've just prolonged its misery.


This is where you reveal yourself.


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


That must have hurt.


Word of warning, mind: make sure you empty them frequently.


Do not, under any circumstances, employ Sword Coast Couriers! Their service is <i>appalling.</i>


Be careful, there are traps about.


You believe this? You believe that most self-centred, arrogant, egotistical one of us all is here to save the day?


Everyone needs to cut their teeth sometime.


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


Sisters, what say we to such wretches?


Brains... everywhere... swarming... overwhelmed...


Thick as a glob of unguent.


A fine trophy. Perhaps you would like to claim another?


I always do.


Dying Burning


*They were majestic in their fury. Could they too be vanquished by something as small as a tadpole?*


Shout


Menzoberranzan, City of Spiders. Of course Raphael has dealings in the depths of the Underdark.


Not sure what the other mushrooms are.


General Ketheric Thorm. Remember that name. He's the leader of the Absolutists.


--feeble-
---RESISTANCE--


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


This beast didn't go down without a fight.


We will leave soon enough.


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.<br>


The arousals and appetites of man will return to him, and unlike Astarion, he will have no need of a parasite to protect him from the sun.


Whoever that elf is, he's got an army of Shar worshippers at his command.


Impero tibi!<br>v3


No offence, but my first experience with your kind was one of your dragons nearly roasting me alive.


I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for Matthew. He was the best of us. He loved this city.


Only one way to find out. Time to indulge our curiosity.


First, we must dispose of their little spy. Burial or dismemberment. Either will suffice.


Then shh - keep it low. Don't let them hear you.


On your guard! Who knows how long that slipskin serpent was hiding in our camp.


Hope it doesn't see us.


Recovered <br>V2


I'm glad the matter has been settled, Gondian.


It has to be around here somewhere.


See? Dwarves. All bite an' no bark.


Please - I can't go much further. Light up the darkness...


Now whisper your questions, little wretch. But really quiet, and very clever. <b>Concentrate.</b>


Flagra!


There's so many. Enough for an army of mindless slaves.


<i>I don't know what kind of covert operative you are, but you are a threat to all that is good in this city.</i>


*Suddenly: the scent of rosewater and a sense of wellbeing. A sliver of Weave that tastes sweet on the tongue.*


There's no time to waste.


Stay ready. Something isn't right.


Carefully, now...


Tenebra!


That corpse - it's Arabella's mother.


Got to get up. Got to keep moving.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


I regret this already.


I've heard of that - a banquet that ends with you murdering someone in Shar's name. Quite the event.


I begin to grow annoyed. It is well for you that Boo does not let me learn the bad words!


Bwahaha! Smell like <i>steak</i>. Yum. Yum.


Inexpugnabilis!


Why would they go to all that effort just to lie to us?


*S-s-squeak.*


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


I look forward to serving you, my lady.


GaspFrightened<br>var 2


Door won't budge. Must be a way to open it...


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


Tracks. Someone came through here in a hurry.


Protector... of the Adamantine Forge...


Not a stranger - a friend.


Oh, you gave us <i>plenty</i> to work with.


Keep calm - I'm coming!


<i>Tnak</i>. I'll feckin' kill you!


People up ahead. Something's wrong...


A key. Wonder what it opens?


Keep your blades up, children.


*There appears to be nothing out of the ordinary.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Bone Lord... you're the perfect being... All that is unnecessary stripped away... Primal... innocent... pure...


Maybe not the best time.<br>


Blasphemy. She warned you not to trust the one inside!


In today's edition: Circus of the Last Days is struck by tragedy! Dribbles the Clown has been killed! Buy the Mouth for the inside track!


So I hoped. But we've lost so many already - and more will die if we're forced out again.


Ira et dolor!


You packed?


This sword has all kinds of power running through it. Gale, want a look?


*This magic is too bizarre in form - it resembles nothing you've studied.*


*A babe. Brained by your hand.*<br>


*But there are chapters yet unwritten in your tale. A daunting expanse of bare parchment. So what should come next?*


The master will ascend. He will reach his true, perfect form.


*A great heat roars through you; <i>her </i>heat, fiery as the Hells.*


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


Open, says-a-Minsc!


'Allo and welcome to Bogrot! Now, kindly - giz all your stuff.


Most would think me foolish, deluded even, for daring to pursue dreams of wielding Karsus' Crown. I do not take your faith lightly.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


SmileClosed<br>var 2


So many dead. Sent to the Nightsinger's embrace.


We take the Orphic Hammer from Raphael's lair. <i>Orpheus tavki na'zin!</i>


Their voices... pleasing...


I could drown in that song...


You can trust my loyalty, m'lady. The Nightsinger has chosen you.


A well-guarded treasure. Looks <i>powerful</i>.


Your <i>ghaik</i> shares your sentiments.


SmileOpen<br>var 4


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


I am watching you, <i>istik</i>.


Dodge


Grey meat. Tastes like earth. Tastes like pain.


Get outta my head!


Let's see what you're hiding.


And she has since exacted her revenge, undoubtedly.


Dream in red.


That is not what it seems. I see you, shapeshifter.


Oh! What is <i>in</i> that?


Best not to delay, the brain's only getting stronger.


Ugh. That whinging of yours hurts my ears. A cut throat'll quieten you good and proper.


A fresh wound. Whoever took their trophy, they can't be far away.<br>


Bye forever, pal.


Are there other matters to discuss?


<i>Sha'vah Orpheus!</i>


Someone's marked a spot at the base of Moonrise Towers. Worth a look.


Show some respect, Rugan. The boy was loyal to you 'til the end.


Your work here isn't done. So perhaps you should get on with it.


Back on your feet.


The Absolute? Not bloody likely. Get him, fellas!


I just need information. I saw you scuttling about on the ship.


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


They did not want to part with that chest. And their boss promised good coin if it stays locked.


And - Mr Dekarios - please. The beard. I'd cut it down myself if I could hold a razor.


Let me see to those wounds.


Nuh-uh! We're having fun!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Attack<br>var 2


Why come to Moonrise, where the cult's power is strongest? Why not walk away?


Extra Recovered <br>V2


All we need to do is stay focused on the task at hand: defeating that elder brain. After that, you can leave the rest to me.


Finally. I can <i>think</i> again.


Better make camp soon. Might be a while before there's another chance to rest.


Nap on duty again, soldiers, and this will look like a damned <i>holiday</i>.


But then... why am I still here? He could have had me by the neck any time he liked...


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


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


Impero te!<br>v2


Saer Fluffington! An honour to host you in my manor.


Wear your scars proudly.


This wasn't just a feast - it was a <i>Nightfall </i>ritual.


I'm starting to get a headache.


All the more reason to mourn the ones we lose.


Why does it feel like he's not truly gone? Is his spirit still tied to that helm?


*The creature's brew is more potent than anything you ever drank before. You feel instantly drunk and unsteady on your feet.*


Wyll hath other business to attend to now - a father he's become. A little Ravengard he raiseth with his love - a courageous child, an adventurous one, his newest shining star.


Artefacts most priceless, should one call a prison his home.


Recovery completed. Stand back, villains!


Not a good time to lose that tadpole...


Just look at this place. The evidence speaks for itself.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Effort v5


It was only a waveservant - a minor inconvenience.


Hurt Critical


Nature blesses my gait with purpose.


Magic-eating flowers as a light source. Ingenious.


My lungs feel tight! It's happening already!


The circle will fall into darkness if we don't intervene.


I was curled up here quite comfortably when I was suddenly overcome with uneasiness. A tressym's intuition is rarely wrong. What's happened?


Pallida mors!


I've torn flesh from monsters and men. I've laughed as they suffered. But <i>you</i> -


Fine, I'll help.


You started the slaughter without me? How selfish.


You haven't heard? An army is coming. They're saying it's unstoppable.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


*Your innate arcana roils and reaches - and it makes a connection. Something <i>notices</i> you.*


And I thought you wise enough to recognise that I am not the man I once was.


Shadow Druids! What was she thinking?


Ugh, what a mess. Someone else should clean this up.


I trust that an early payment has ensured swift action. What news of the githyanki egg?


*Belly up to the bar, we have mead, beer, and wine. Gold won't quench your thirst, get yourself a mug of joy!*


How about... 'two tiefling queens, frightful and fierce.'<br>


Not the vilest any of us have seen of late, unfortunately.


I have just the thing.


Nere and his Absolute wanks owed us a wad of coin. And the dregs on his corpse aren't gonna cut it.


The Inquisition... To find... The artefact... The Astral Prism...


Here we go again.


<i>Another</i> one down?! You pisspots can't 'old your drink. Shameful.


Effort v5


Enough is enough, Astarion. I know you're a vampire. I mean - it's as plain as the nose on an ogre's face.


She must have been murdered then brought back, a thousand times - more.


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


Now, now, mind your tongues. Leave Kristeen to me.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Nine-Fingers is slipping. I'll tell her to her face. When... all of this is done.


You have killed well, Unholy Assassin. I am here to further your slaughter.


I fly now to Vlaakith, our Undying Queen. She will see your faith rewarded in this plane and ours.


Far from it. We need a way into the Towers. I intend to find one.


Surely there <i>must</i> be more to murder than a meal?


After that, you can dispatch the spirit as you see fit. It should be well within your capabilities.


Treefather keep us all.


Fine.


Hah, just as my fortunes turn for the better. Rather lucky for me - less so for you, mistress.


The doubt in our minds crying out for attention.


There's more written about it... scrawled, more like. I can't figure it out.


Oh, he deserves it. Trust me.


Watch your tongue. The girl has suffered cruelty enough without heaping more on her head.


Nothing like this dismal abyss.


<i>Rhaal'tuuch!</i>


She looks better - hungrier, too.


That collar sumons food? Ooh, for a pet I guess. Pretty neat.


No time for mercy.


*Fraygo's Flophouse.*


First step is the hardest.


Not harming us - freeing us. The dream that you'd find your way back to us was the only thing that kept us going, all these years.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Gonna <i>dress</i> you in your own innards - how's that?


He keeps saying Thaniel's name - he must know more. We need to rouse him.


I've been studying these parasites for a while now. Ever since I discovered these so called True Souls are infected with them.


I would not be ascended - not by my own will, and not by Vlaakith's. Are you truly so indifferent to me?


Runepowder? Did Wulbren send you?


Arde!


Bathe in blood and ruin.


Corpora sana!<br>v2


Whatever comes next, choose wisely. What's done cannot be undone.


Hurry! I'm fixin' to burst!


Feather in my cap that I've survived this long without being able to be close to you.


And now you carry doom itself within you as penance. My father would lecture you on the perils of power-lust -


Boo would be proud, to join such a warrior in battle!


It's worse than I thought - <i>witchcraft</i>.


We'll make it last. We always do.


Nice try - but it's not going to work. Lord Gortash and me are very close and he mentioned no such thing to me.


You're a child at heart, Gale, admiring wind-up toys and clockwork trinkets.


I know Lia should be here! I wish she was!


Diminuo te!


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


I am pleased she died a finer offering yet: there is no deeper honour than death in a duel with Bhaal's Chosen.


You won't believe what you can do once you've got the blessin' of the Absolute.


Let's not mention this to anyone else. Our little secret, all right?


Well now! Maybe I could make his acquaintance? A tightened screw or two might let me keep a little calmer.


It's time I met the General in the flesh.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


Please! Your help!


*The drow are filled with awe at your and Halsin's habits throughout the night, time and time again.*


But there will be time for questions later. Please, speak to Brem - I need to see the <i>sun</i> again.


Fine.


The traitor Voss is dead. Let his heresy die with him.


*Chatter.*


Take her down - and keep her down.


Indeed you will, my love. Indeed you will.


Mors animae!<br>v2


We'll prove him wrong.


A githyanki disc? More tales of the prince, I shouldn't wonder.


Someone's in agony. Coming from beneath the windmill.


I'd heard tell of a goblin camp that had been overtaken by some new upstart god.


I am more interested in power than penitence.


To browse our wares, say 'TRADE'. To provide information about the Nightsong, say 'NIGHTSONG'.


<i>Speak?</i> To the filthy vermin who are ruining my stock? I think not.


Heave ho!


I spent centuries as the victim of a corrupt man. It was the mind flayers that plucked me away from that.


Yeah?


You leaving would help my concentration.


Yes, and not for the first time. We have met before. I expect we will meet again.


What was that thing inside her?


I have no love for your goddess, or the foul things she unleashed upon nature. But I can appreciate your honesty. There is nobility in your conduct, if not in your allegiance.


I served Vlaakith the whole of my life. Learned her words, fought her battles, yet she names me <i>Hshar'lak</i>. Your words carry truth.


It's tempting to delay the inevitable, but this is it, the big showdown, the final act, the glorious RUIN THAT COMES TO US ALL.


Oh no.


I've got your back!


Closed Mouth Effort


No. Let them have fun. I'll be ruining it come morning anyway.


Well, I could do worse.


... there were... goblins... Aradin... followed...


Oh, I suspect we shall be more than merry...


Get a move on, civilian.


Effort v10


Never work... again...


Make it a short one.


Githyanki scholars study <i>ghaik</i> devices closely. They even incorporate their findings into our own machines and magic.


Ah, don't be a dry-shite. No one will... will... yeah.


Blood-stained collars - looks like 'Rascal' met a sticky end.


Gortash is being named Archduke? Time to pay Wyrm's Rock a visit.


Malleus!


Yes, celebrate your fortunes. But remember that they are lost as quickly as they are gained.


No one ever looked out for me. No one ever said a kind thing to me.


<i>They just keep coming - we can't keep fighting them forever!</i>


This curse subverts all that is good in nature.


Recovered


You're leaving? Now?


Te occludo oculos!


Be grateful I no longer follow the Spider Queen's teachings. If I did, you would be the first to fall into my web.


Let the pain fade.


It's time to fight back.


So, Gale's agreed to be a good boy and hand the Crown over to Mystra?


Damn - by the Nine Hells, it worked!


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


I'm sure there's better things you could find to read.


You seem to know these Zhentarim. You might... put in a good word?


Steering a boat is hardly a challenge - and this place is near a beacon in the darkness.


Another broadsheet full of <i>adventurers this, adventurers that</i>.


So says the text. Orpheus was gone, yes. But of course, he wasn't dead - not yet.


The bark is in place. Now what?


How about you, Lae'zel? You're new to the city - found anything to admire in it?


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


Snore
zzZzz


If you let us go, you will never hear from us again - I swear it.


Attack Critical<br>


*Belfry. Bell-ringers only past this point.*


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 3


Or did you wish to use it? I assure you - it's pointless. You'll have nothing more than a sore head and a very dissatisfied wizard to show for it.


We let more outsiders in, and more Baldurians die. Duke Stelmane, Father Lorgan; it's no coincidence!


*The bird coos its approval.*


Cheese from the Dalelands. My favourite!


You will live.


We're going to find to the Heart of the Absolute to help ourselves, not be sacrificed on the altar for some god.


<i>Been so long I can hardly remember.</i>


*Your apologetic tone makes little difference. Your theft has earned you a bed in the cells.*


Besides, Shadowheart still suits me - even better than before, perhaps. You can't cast a shadow without some light.


This is not where you fall.


I need a little extra edge.


Something over there.


Biggest bloody pigeon I ever saw.


Voco murus!


There it is. True death, at last. You are Shar's child after all. And I am... I am...


I told Lorgan we didn't have enough to spare all the refugees. I <i>knew </i>it was a bad idea.


I sense magic. But where?<br>


<i>Stop.</i>


I have power enough to share.


--feeble-
---RESISTANCE--


Please - at least consider my offer.


...I must be careful, or I'll lose the run of myself again. An Archdruid should show <i>some </i>restraint.


<i>My mind screams. It will never stop until it has slipped away from me entirely.</i>


Forgive us for not escorting you there, but my brother and I must attend to another matter first.


A passable forgery, if the buyer is blind.


I ain't finished with it! There's enough readin' here to last me a lifetime.


Piss-addled pontificator.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


And to fight it is to doom yourself to defeat.


*First comes a vision of terror. The city of Baldur's Gate taken by illithids.*


Looks like it would've made a powerful weapon.


And I want to live a full life! Not some half existence, hiding in the shadows for the rest of eternity.


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


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


You think you know better than the Dark Lady? No wonder she sent me to this place of your poison.


Magis amica veritas!


Who... am... <i>I?</i>


Diminuo te!<br>v3


Are you certain? There might be danger around the next corner, and a wizard is excellent company to keep.


I've got you.


I hope you can save Duke Ravengard - for the good of Baldur's Gate.


He sacrificed his soul to save your people, Lae'zel. Surrendered his very being to prevent the Grand Design. I'd say it's a tad ungrateful to murder him for it.


Hopefully it comes no closer.


A brave choice.


Seven thousand Astarions, unleashed on the Sword Coast. It'll be a well-dressed flood of mayhem, at least.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Gods, I... I think you're right. It called out from the wreckage. Sounded just like my daughter.


Huh. That was good, carry it on, pigeon.


Vis medicatrix!


That disc looks like it can move - a way forward?


This wine... It's poison. Some sort of paralytic agent.


Grandfather loves me. He <i>worships</i> me. How dare you smear his name? It will not save you.


Dodge
v2


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


What?


What to do?<br>


*Is Lady Shar punishing you? Or perhaps testing you? Is it the tadpole, or a curse? You cannot say.*


*Your god is one of many, and in this place you sense a spark of its mighty divine flame.*


This is one lady love you perhaps do <i>not</i> want to keep waiting, wizard.


We are one army under one rule. Some serve at the fingertips, some in the palm.


Really.


Wyll? Gods, please, no. The Blade of Frontiers was supposed to be my secret weapon.


Together now.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Recovered <br>V4


I wonder what was so subversive about their words that they commanded protection.


Welcome, the House of Grief lies just within. We are here to help.


Voco vineae!


I can't say I'm not a little thankful. You've been lucid for quite some time now, and from what I understand, you won't stay that way for long.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Well, um - to what do I owe the pleasure?


Wizard's shipment... chest...


Very well.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


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


What I'd give to be needed now...


Boo has called the dibs!


Very good - your freedom is nigh. And now, the second riddle.


You're welcome to try.


A personal invitation from Gortash. We shouldn't have any more trouble from the guards.


Grand Duke he may now be, but Wyll's heart doth remain unchanged. To this day he continueth to be champion to the lost and the downtrodden, and bringeth to them fresh hope.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


I fight for justice - and will not hesitate to execute it.


Since then, she has become <i>desperate</i>.


Look above. Watch the moon cross the sky.


Not everyone would have helped.


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


Mind flayer scrambled your brains, eh?


An earthquake, maybe. I don't remember one ever shaking the city.


Do you ever get tired, Zae?<br>


I've got this.


I'm sure we won't regret this.


Break his bones instead. Start with the fingers.


Falling<br>Var 3


Such a question Sarevok must ask me thrice a year. He deludes himself with suspicions of living Spawn from my womb. There are none.


Below... never on top... <i>never</i>.


Time to press ahead.<br>


You slurped that thing up like a horse with a carrot. I hope you got what you needed from it.


I'm on my way.


No.


Was I so weak as to betray the Weaver?


Handle the berserker's heart with care, yes? Just because it is made of metal does not mean it cannot be broken.


If I go buy the biggest firework they have, would you throw it at a Steel Watcher?


Drunk <br>V4


Returned. Punished. My mission failed...


You got what you came for. Just go somewhere else.


Karlach's gone? Couldn't hack it, no doubt.


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


That was my teacher's. It's all I - I'm sorry. I have to find it.


Healing is on the way.


But, alas, thy courage was in opposition to the divine cosmology that bound thee to the Lord of Murder.


Loquere si tibi placet!


Hm.


Learn what you can in these grottos. The champions of the past have plenty to teach us.


SurpriseOh<br>var 1


That which renders him so dangerous is an orb of Netherese origin that is buried within his chest. And that, Gale, is how we arrive at the heart of my directive.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


*A fist-sized piece of amber flecked with crimson is set in the handle, emitting a radiance all its own.*


An eyepatch. Wonder who it belongs to - or <i>belonged</i> to.


Besides - we gotta agree stakes before we begin, don't we?


<i>Sometimes for one to survive, another must perish. And as you have yet to mature to your true form, my survival takes precedent.</i>


If you find any more traitors, kill them quietly. I'm trying to enjoy my drink.


Vile. There is nothing of nature in that.


Each pack of 'recruits' they bring in is worse than the last.


Fists! Draw your weapons!


SUBJECT FLUFFINGTON IDENTIFIED. PROCEED AT WILL.


Torchstalk! Best watch my step - they like to explode.


Quickly - we'll wait for your signal.


Dominate the brain - do it now or all is lost!


He's the Blade of Frontiers. 'Devil's plaything' just doesn't have the same ring.


Feast on their flesh, Boo!


No amount of contracts will save Raphael from the fate we forced upon him. A devil well-slain, if I say so myself.


What in the Hells was that?


Tell me, now that you have met Jaheira's children... it is not unpleasant to see <i>her</i> on the rough side of someone's tongue, hm?


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Simply... void. But why? Why would you not embrace her? Worship her?


Marvellous. But why hide such splendour away where none can admire it?


Clear off. We're closed.


Whatever's easiest to lose and hardest to do without.


Yeah, I think you still have some of him on you...


All that fighting over this chair - and now there's no one left to sit in it.


Master? Master Lorroakan!


Did he deal with you straight? Heard you two talking.


I'm sorry. I will not fail him again. <i>Vlaakith gha'g shkath zai!</i>


Something's off. Pure shadow - around me, inside me.


What?


Barbarian Roar<br>v3


Confusio!


Thank you. Sincerely. I don't know what we'd do without our little girl.


They're quite dead now, as you know. Too dead to provide a single meaningful quote.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


A cadaver with the brain removed. Is this how they puppet the Steel Watch?


Recovered <br>V3


Loviatar? Sounds like a violent goddess.


Their offerings didn't bring them victory - that's plain to see wherever you look.


You stumble into trouble like a stray pup. My own litter were the same.


I'm a bit afraid this Inquisitor won't want to say anything useful.


Is your mind so fragile that you cannot resist a simple temptation? <i>Bah</i> - I already know the answer.


Hello! You are not food. You are friend.


If you stare into the portals long enough, your mind starts to do cartwheels, and tricks you into thinking you're falling into a horrible yawning void.


Because that would be senseless.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Hells, not these again!


The avenging exile.


The Guild and the Network have been circling like stray dogs for years. 'Bout time we lay down together.


I am taking such a long bath when I get home.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


And leave our leader, the one who <i>saved </i>us, behind? No - my honour won't allow it.


Looks like all those moon plates can be turned.


Strike like lightning! Roar like thunder! Wash over them with a blizzard's fury!


This weapon is massive. Is this what obliterated those gith?


Carefully hidden. This must lead to somewhere precious to the Dark Lady.


Delightful. 'Granny's cottage' meets 'rotting troll carcass.'


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Wonder how many times she's been killed down here.


Raphael's House of Hope. But your question was hopeless. You already knew that.


*The rat issues a defensive, high-pitch squeak.*


I'll get you out of there.


Certainly.


I'm going to open up a school of bards - the best in the Realms! To usher in a new age of magic and musicianship.


I swear, all this for a booze tab. It was only a couple hundred!


Dodge
v2


I'm gonna scrub this place 'til my fingers are raw - and then do it again.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 2


Me, I think I would have tugged the great goddess' hair a bit first.


Dying Burning


Another damned mimic.


Next time a fight breaks out, you can rip each other to pieces.


You can't get yourself out?


No. Something's coming - and if it lives down here in the dark, it won't be anything good.


No more prayers... only dust and silence.


We honour the fallen. Starting with Gale.


Not completely off the mark, but there's easier paths into my good graces...


Doesn't work.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


Clear out, then. I'm guessing I have some tidying to do before the Steel Watch squeals by.


Hey!


It's not your fault - it's mine. There's a hag hunting me - and for good reason.


I made my promise. I will not fail Gith's son on the basis of groundless fears or fickle whims.


Half-elf. Half-human. All useless.


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


Ex Textura!<br>v2


It's no use.


Broken bones - must have fallen.


What's going on here?


Go on!


When I met you, I thought we were destined to be allies. But you made that impossible.


Effort v12


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


Foresight's the least of what we've got going, but thanks.


...while vultures encircled, preparing their rite.


Lucky those bandits valued their own hides over their loot.


Make violence of its goodness. Spill its blood, and bathe in Bhaal's eternal rapture.


Cutting to the chase.


Not me... Mol...


A rhyme... Blood of Lathander... hidden... guarded by monks...


Another trick up my sleeve.


Your hubris has gained the better of you, as mine once did of me. But no more of this act.


Caedo!


That <i>smell</i> - what is it?


His wife died too young. Grief tore through their home like a thief, snatching away the scent of her hair, the rustle of her skirts. But the man did not break.


Just a peek.


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 2


Spill it. Mayrina deserves the truth.


I think I'll still keep something sharp by the door - <i>just </i>in case.


Oh dear.


You really are the best of the best. Of the best.


But maybe that's not a bad thing.


Wulbren can be a little sharp, but so can I - you should know that better than anyone.


Bloody Infernal - how is anyone meant to read this garbage?


Impressive. I'm sure Z'rell will want to hear all about it.


And you will be well-instructed. For you follow a Bhaalspawn.


I am not in the habit of giving second warnings. We still have a common enemy in the Absolute - but here our paths diverge. May you find good fortune - and some sense, too.


Like a whisper.


It's that half-elf, the one who had the artefact. What happened to her?


All mine.<br>


*You successfully protest your innocence. It looks like you're free to go.*


Voco arvina!


A cave beneath the tavern. I wonder how deep it runs...


It's fine... Whoever else appears, they will be bested. I <i>will </i>triumph.


The Murder Lord demands a better offering. A child of Bhaal. One whose veins pump with his poison.


Oh, bugger off. I'm here, aren't I?


A brine pool. Still intact.


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


Demento te!<br>v3


Not the time for it, devil.


No traps, please.


Just hurry this along.<br>


I owe you an apology. Things became quite heated between us before, after I learned of the Crown of Karsus. I allowed myself to get carried away, and failed to properly explain myself.


Minsc has made many mistakes, but he has learned from every one of them.


I suppose this is preferable to the dancing.


I think Shadowheart'll want to take the lead here.


I suppose Raphael will be pleased, if nothing else...


That was close.


Hmm, I'm not sure you are exactly my type.


You're sure to find what you're looking for.


Voco araneae!


...and the one who unblinded me to a terrible truth: I had built my life on an empty foundation.


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


Fiat lux!


So change your opinion! That was Jaheira. Sarevok-defeating, Baldur's Gate-saving Jaheira. <i>Nature's servant.</i>


Spurious prune-tart.


Parchment-pallored villain.


I do feel like a new man. I was going to speak to you about that, as a matter of fact.


Tough meat. Want to chew down to the bones.


Shadowheart? <i>Shadowheart? </i>Where'd that girl run off to?


<i>In umbram cretus, sanguine iuratus.</i>


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


A touch of magic will do the trick.


This is my 'apprenticeship'.


Victory is mine. The guardian's fallen!


Bet all the lords and ladies of Baldur's Gate are in a tizzy with their poster boy dead. Hope someone shits in their soup - hah.


I have nature's fury at my back.


Mummy. MUMMY?


*The mind needs no further input or connections - it is complete.*


No thanks.


Lucille, it's posé, grapevine, <i>then</i> pivot step. Jacob, you have the grace of my great-grandmother's missing leg.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


The thing's dangerous. Leave it for the goblins to kill.


The voice of the Absolute is strong here. And getting stronger.


A few hours on the rack and your hide should stretch to an acceptable proportion. A lampshade's worth at least.


There's an inscription on the ring. Looks like the same language as that book from earlier.


Incommodum!


*She chatters back, louder and at length.*


Godsdamned <i>hypocrites</i>.


Time to press ahead.


<i>Humm humm humm </i>zip!


Served the bank... served... Nine-Fingers...


We showed mercy to a mind flayer, and now a whole family's paid the price.


Seizing their haul... for Nine-Fingers...


You ordered that guard about as if you were the Absolute herself. What do you want with us, exactly?


Must lug my guts through this Hell.


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


Watch the shadows.


Ah - the drow corpse spoke of this book. Disguised by magic, it seems.


Healed - but she doesn't look much happier.


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


Yet it could be argued that excellence outweighs multitude where battle is concerned.


Fail to get the crown after all that, and if the embarrassment doesn't finish me off, Mystra might.


Tu es nihil!


I didn't realise you were frightened of wolves, Shadowheart.<br>


Well, that's not good.


Ugh. I don't know what I slept on, but my neck's killing me.


Of all the bloody things to happen.


I had always kept my heart hidden, but I allowed you to see it. To see me. It saddens me that you saw a stranger instead.<br>


I hate to be rude, but this stall is taken. I fear you won't like what happens if you don't leave <i>now.</i>


Something's off. Pure shadow - around me, inside me.


I wouldn't recommend that.


I would be more than the greatest wizard who ever lived - I would be a god.


Oh! Milady is tired! I will tuck her in personally, with a bedtime story of her former self.


Is that what a mind flayer looks like on the inside? As if the outside wasn't disturbing enough.


I understand that <i>you're </i>the one who rented out the upstairs! Forget I said anything. <br>


<i>But unless you are already a step from death, it will not kill you.</i>


That was Minsc. <i>The </i>Minsc. Part of the crew who saved the city from Sarevok all those years ago.


And what does it mean for them?


This soul awaits thy command.


But nothing to worry about... right?


Mephits? As if my hands weren't full already!


Should mind my step.


It seems Gale has made amends with Mystra. Good for him - though his choice of goddesses leaves something to be desired...


Cages, shackles... all prepared to march captives off to their fate.


Lots of fat little halflings in that tower. Damn waste of meat.


Enough of this place. Boo wishes to sun himself once more - and now you may join him.


*A fully grown shark, fresh from the ocean - not an easy catch.*


*Your muscles loosen. The tadpole breaks free of its deceased host. Your mind is your own again. For now.*


I'll bash that smile in.


A certain level of class is expected by my clientele, so if you wish to stay I must insist you purchase some less depressing garments.


Your blindness as much as my deception, Selûnite. We can talk about this later - if you're willing.


They probably think decapitation is a perfectly reasonable 'cure'.


Then I shall brush out Boo's fur - for we are going a-visiting.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


Aha! No code needed.


And this time I'll make sure I'm quiet - we don't want to disturb your rest.


I'm glad you're happy.


*The eye's glassy black surface reflects your gaze.*


For now. But I'd rather get out of here than keep testing my mettle against these things.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


*The ensuing silence is deafening. You don't know what to make of it.*


Indeed. I know that all too well.


Eldath ease your wounds.


Snore
zzZzz


Pah.


Or you just thought we'd be stupid enough to believe ya!


Not as if you can relate to the killing urge, can you? Hmph - I can taste the hypocrisy from here.


Because we share a common cause and a common enemy.


I didn't say 'try'. I said 'promise'!


Now what are we going to talk about if not about the adventuring life?


I thought I'd seen the last of you.


*Irritation eclipses his suspicions and Ragzlin's mind rests.*


Sharrans broke my body. But my spirit, they could not. Well - not completely. Hee HEE!


These papers describe an adamantine forge hidden somewhere deep below. Such a forge is a treasure vault where the treasure's for the making.


*The vision dissolves away. You stand before the goblin priestess in the temple once again.*


Run. <i>Run.</i> <i>Find him. </i>It only ever stopped when I went the right direction.


Best get in and out.


Don't fret, I'm on my way.


Though it's not over yet. Masters rarely let their slaves go without a fight.


Must still be tired. Poor Scratch.


I wonder why this one isn't working.


Effort v12


Inexpugnabilis!


Excellent armour - strange place to find it.


Delightful.


Are you trying to scare me? Cuz it ain't working. Clear off.


Without you? Nah.


So much Underdark strife comes from vying for scarce minerals. I seek to invent new, easier ways to find such ores. From plenty comes peace!


*Dawnmaster Welkinglory.*


I'm gonna be <i>so</i> late for tea... I hope mam's not angry.


Once I'm in position, I will ensure you are removed to a safe vantage point to watch the fireworks. You need not die alongside me. Nor surrender your soul in becoming an illithid.


Very well. Show the guards this <i>temporary</i> vault pass. And should my superior ask, keep my name out of it.


Belongs to a Merregon, if I recall correctly. Hell's footsoldiers - I don't fancy meeting the commander.


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


Lower the trap and ready yourself.


Just doing me job, boss. You're free to go your way.


A couple turns should do it.


Crates and caravans. The town tollhouse, surely.


I know my m-aster's face. You are not Ilyn Toth.


Alas, I've got nothing in my pockets but lint and disappointment.


Think you're better? Fine! He's all yours - muck it up and you'll answer to the drow.


Well, she wasn't lying - she's immortal.


Whoa! Darling, this is the person who helped me escape that wretched place.


I've never seen darkness like this before. It's unsettling.


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


What is this place?


Ain't sure why ya protected me. Don't care, neither.


Not just a plaque - a button. Inscribed with nonsense, no less.


Light on my feet.


Time to die.


Breathe deep, and move.<br>


I'm going to miss our big metal buddy. Never had an easier time of shaking down the locals than when we had a Watcher at our back.


It must be all the fresh air since the crash - has me flush.


Not keen on fighting its allies. Should've figured.


A crafty gnome helping forge a fortress that would last an aeon.  Mythic metal atop stone hewn by the devoted.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


The Mortarch is teaching me lots about death - and how it isn't that scary. She's a lot nicer than I thought.


Nicely done. I probably couldn't have resisted kicking him in the teeth.


Now descend - you have much to answer for.


<i>I hope your ambitions end there.</i>


Out of necessity, nothing else.


So the gith are at odds with the Absolute as well. Now if only they'd just wipe each other out...


What do I have to lose?


The Emperor will resist. It will lie, it will cajole - it might even beg. But there is only one answer it deserves:


He resides in Ramazith's Tower. Anyone bearing information leading to the capture of the Nightsong may gain an audience with him.


<i>PERISH!</i>


Invoco te<br>v3


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


Perhaps you can tell me what it was like some time, to feel Lady Shar's presence... if you survive, of course.


It'd be even better if we won, of course. But still.


Myrkul's holy symbol. He must have had a follower come to this place.


Bones and scrap-flesh - not quite what the legend promised.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


And look at that statue.


Aww. Dry-shite.


Voco spicae!


Here goes nothing.<br>


*... you're perfectly happy.*


Yes, my friend?


Have a lot on my mind... and well, in it.<br>


Ugh - he's about to belch!


Ah! I can't!


Recovered <br>V4


Perhaps I'm not conveying the urgency of the situation. It's incredibly, world-shatteringly important you give me a suitable artefact. <i>Please.</i>


I won't fail you!


You're so handsome when you're angry, pet. Pity those looks'll be torn open before long. Ah well...


You picked a strange place to meditate, monk.


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


*Suddenly, the metal surges with heat. You feel great power and an overwhelming urge - to laugh.*


Demento te!


Pigeon remains. The blood pattern points to the temple.


One can hope that after they clear up that mess in the harbour, they'll allow new shipments to come in again. I'm all out of Neverwinter talcum powder. <br>


Just wait until the others are asleep, then come with me. There's a place we can go, down the coast a little.


Hold on, my love.


It's open to interpretation.


Sorry for pulling the wool over your eyes. Want another paper?


Closed Mouth Effort v8


I am blessed to be here - stop making me question that.


What's hiding here?


SISTER MY SISTER, OH WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, SOLD ME FOR SOUL SCRAPS, TORMENT ME FOR FUN


<i>Good. I'm glad. But be careful.</i>


Another kill for me - aren't you embarrassed?!


Fine. I'll just go tell the guards you kicked us out of our home.


Was't your father a flounder?


This wandering eye will be the death of me.


Yes. They made the pain. Now they feel it!


You know I can stab you in your sleep, right?


Coast all clear, ma'am. Some stinkin' bird flew by some time ago, but I got it straight through the neck.


Come now. Don't be miserly.


Good to be free again, gotta say.


Frange! v2


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


Communication is key.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


All right! Master Halsin thought the tadpole was dormant, so you have some time. Perhaps it's only fair I let you use it.


It's not your fault. It's... it's mine. I should've known. I shouldn't have... shouldn't have thought...


Yes, well... I'll leave you to your thoughts. Just - I'll give you space.


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


Piss-addled pontificator.


We are just leaving. We have a celebration to attend.


Not much use for this slag. Nice speckles, though.