*To say Gale keeps a tenuous grasp on his mortality would be an understatement. You know what he expects of you - to resurrect him. If only it didn't need to happen quite so often.*


A little extra damage-dealing. Good.


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


Caveat incantator!


*You notice the blade is at an angle to the meat's grain. If you align the dagger with the grain, it should slip out easily.*


Dunno. But some of it's gotta be valuable, right?


Losiir is gone. His spirit now swims the Astral Sea.


*Fungus and mould glaze the grotesque creature's face and body. It doesn't seem to notice you.*


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


I have just the thing.


Little busy.


*Sigh* I just can't have nice things, can I? And I was having such <i>fun </i>playing pirate captain.


Slaver. Sadist. How dare you judge me?<br>


Seven.


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


Stuck in place, I see.


You sizzle like brimstone, glow like hot iron -


Don't worry about me. I'll be just fine. I'll see you soon enough. Bone man said so.


If I break them, it will be in the pursuit of pleasure, and they will die smiling.


But still, we live in hope. Figuratively speaking.


Your safety is of utmost importance to Lord Gortash. A full investigation is underway.


Like hells. That ain't firewine!


You - step back. We'll not tolerate drow in here.


One small world among the infinite.<br>


Come on, you can't say you weren't a little curious to see what would happen?


So, Astarion. I hear your relationship has taken on a new aspect recently...


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


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


Shadow Druids? Kagha means to turn the circle.


It would be too much of a risk, though. One mishap, one busybody, and you could be surrounded by a mob.


Hm.


Dying Deep Exhale


Nulla salus!<br>v2


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


Damnable pod. I'll see that my captors <i>suffer</i>.


Dodge
v2


Didn't... realise... they... were... here...


Fog?!


Lorroakan is dead. The bastard is <i>dead</i>.


If you make it inside, we might even kill you before the captain's pets do.


You want to help? Then get the hells out of here before you make everything worse!


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


The boat is ready - let's get out of here. <i>Please.</i>


Fuck off if you're here to talk about Gale. I already know.


My first concern.


Good idea, I think.


Yes... you're someone I can deal with, I think. I felt it in your head.


Then we can work on evicting this parasite and take Faerûn by the short hairs. Sound good?


A second githyanki disc. Lae'zel will want to see this.


Or it'll come back to haunt us.


Ah, Baldur's Gate. Home sweet home.


It seems Gale has made amends with Mystra. I see this as a good omen for what awaits us.


*You have been alone before, but this isolation is <i>alien</i>. The sooner you get away from this flower, the better.*


I sense magic. But where?<br>


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


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


Yes, you can tell your pale companion he has nothing to fear.


Hey, I know that symbol. Gale, do you know this tressym?


Quod dico face!


You may have once thought of them as comrades, mentors, friends, even lovers. But they will all be enemies now.


Hero on demand.


How about this one:


Justice walks on four feet. And sleeps in my boot.


Mercy, mercy, please - I might just wet myself.


Time for bitter business the light would fear to shine on.


Effort v12


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


What do we have here?


This might be some devil's ploy. Don't listen to it.


PainOpen<br>var 1


Huh. Someone playing games. They're going to lose.


With a flick of the wrist.


This one's made of paper. <i>Really?</i>


Yes. I think I'll pick up where Carrion left off. A city like this needs a medium.


Too obsessed with retrieving it, Gale neglected his care of the orb. Its hunger returned and consumed him, and Gale was no more.


Might be useful.


Sniff<br>var 1


And here I thought I rubbed you the wrong way.


No more trouble... yet.


There, I feel her again. Why does she fear truth more than I fear death?


Lucky those bandits valued their own hides over their loot.


The slayer of Ketheric Thorm? Well, these are strange times indeed.


One more for the road and I'll get to it. Wyrm's Crossing... Blasted place...


Ngh... a foul brew. My innards beg for mercy.<br>


Mastery in all things.


First step is the hardest.<br>


Same language as the one inscribed on Szarr's ring. Not that I can read a word of it.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


<i>I cannot change my appetites. Although I am experimenting in reducing them with magic.</i>


A third disc with githyanki writing? Looks right up Lae'zel's alley.


Please. It's you lot who come to me. All you do is <i>want</i> - to be prettier, to be richer, to be loved.


*The egg is warm to the touch, the rough shell like slate beneath your fingers.*


Come on. Up!


*You take a moment to fully appreciate your masterpiece.*


Silentium!


Glimmering specks in that slag. Hardly worth the trouble of mining.


*Nine-Fingers Keene, feared guildmaster, is a woman of many masks. And yet with Minsc, you suspect you saw a little truth slip through.*


A sharp lamb to be sacrificed, but your cruelty makes the crimson sweeter.


Dost thou require a new ally? Or mayhaps a resurrection, instead?


Irretio in sphaera!


Thrinn still barking at gnomes?


HERE COMES THE FISTING!


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


So the demonic figures we saw were <i>githyanki</i> all along?


*The corpse collapses, silent once more.*


I must depart soon, but I insist you take this. You'll thank me when you try it on for size.


We were bound for Baldur's Gate, and it was too late to turn back. Elturel had no place for tieflings after the Descent.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


At least you're honest. Don't do that again.


Let's hope the fruits of this cruel labour are to her advantage. And ours, of course.


Should mind my step.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


You really ended things with him, just to be with me?


Watch yourself in there - sarky bastards, these writer types.


An apple a day keeps the Absolute away!


Yes, yes such violence to be found in that one. Her blood boils hot and bitter, longing for release. But not yet.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Da was right - this was a stupid idea.


I hope Zevlor rests in the softest, sweetest peace possible. He deserved more than he got.


I'll mark an entrance I know - from there, we shall just have to follow our noses.


But the Stone Lord... <i>Minsc</i>... was many times worse. I have no right to judge.


- all for the sake of this polyhedric 'weapon'.


Your efficiency is to be commended.


Well you should be. That stuff will end you in two flaps of a batwing.


With Ketheric gone, Orin proves treacherous. She wants the Netherstones for herself.


Few have an unblemished history. You must better yourself, not condemn yourself.


An amulet of Selûne. I think Gale might want this.


That looks painful.


That should be everything. Let's see what this thing can do.


Veni et iuva me!


They killed not only that fen's hag, but also the undying General Thorm, if the rumours are true.


If that's how you feel then we've got nothing to talk about, mate.


May you be granted every wish you ask for. You deserve each and every one.


Nothing to see here, mate.


Leave no survivors.


I miss the adventurers already.


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


That's curious.


Hello again! Um.


Kill them. Make it swift and clean.


Thanks for your concern, but it'll be safer for my family to have four walls and a roof over their heads.


Resisto venenum!


There's an opening here. For this forge to work, I'll need a mould.


Hells, really? They seemed so strong - just like any of us.


This is no fun at all.<br>


I made a bucket of coins off him. When we get back to the gate, I'll take you to a museum.


Bene curatur!<br>v3


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


Argh! Not just any strike can destroy this vessel, then.


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


'Witness... mistook... obvious... silver... dragon... for... brass...'


Easy, now.


Let's talk later.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Weak


I thought you might've wanted to mingle with the others.


Effort v2


I'll never forget you. I'll never forget what you did for this world.


Whoever built it, they've let it rot for ages.


Locked from the other side. Well well, a mystery.


<i>The brain will die. We will have our freedom. </i>


...Excuse me.


*There is no magic binding this blood to your body, only guilt.*


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


Stuck from this side - I should look around.


*Though however deep your pain, it cannot compare to Halsin's.*


Ever heard of a vampire called Cazador, Wyll?


Need any advantage I can get.


Shar's power still grips this land. A shame we could not banish it - it would have felt good to spite her.


Gods above, the tadpoles. I think I saw one crawl out of a corpse.


PainOpen<br>var 3


Silence, wretch. And remember - you owe your miserable life to this one.


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


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


I bring aid.


Let us find out.


You're a friend of the Zhent now - that's worth something in Baldur's Gate.


Sorry terrible, I'll c-c-clean up right mess that.


Laughter Maniacal


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


I'd love to chat, but I've got a suit to find. Who knew buying something so simple would take the bones of a <i>day?</i>


What a crude teleportation mechanism. But it's a simple way to the Underdark.


Ugh - heartbreaking. I bet you thought I'd be impressed.


A mephit?!


Orin is... elusive, shall we say. The grip of the Steel Watch may be tight, but sand still slips through its fingers.


You are a ranger like Minsc, are you not? We have bested stranger beasts than this brain!


A curious-looking tadpole. May be of interest.


It wasn't a good experience.


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


Then to piecemeal information we return. You wish for more knowledge, make me an offer.


Oh is that right? What colour's his tunic then?


Actually got here safely, towing along my wife, sister, and mother! Or maybe they towed <i>me </i>along, eh?


Still warm, like it's fresh from the blacksmith's forge.


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


There's been some debate whether you'd even show up and face the consequences of your actions. I assumed you'd try to flee, like a craven.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Sorry, my love, but I always need a drink between clients.


Are you sure about that?


Quickly now.


That could have been worse.


NO! Creature was wrong - <i>Other. </i>But <i>mine</i> to fix.


Wake! Hungry!


The grand chamber, just ahead...


The slavers are gone - Nere must be dead by now. Just need to grab his head.


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


I must whisper.


*However, it seems truth is not the <i>only</i> thing behind her words. Something is being hidden.*


Killing holds no fear for you, does it? You <i>understand</i> what it takes, and what it gives.


*She offers you nothing.*


Sure. Blood excites me.


I have not met a <i>ch'r'ai</i> of this rank before. He will still aid us, right?


Stop! Fine - take this. Wedding ring from a pillock. It has to be worth something.


When did Zevlor say we're leaving?


Another step forward.


They'll let anyone in around here.


Fortune slips through my fingers.


Oi! Don't leave yer pal Sazza behind! I can't follow yer fancy <i>booyahg</i>.


O-of course. I'd never!


Why, some bread, cheese, and a cup of wine would appear unto me a feast! Surely you won't begrudge me a mite of rest and repast before I get 'out with it'?


*You attune your mind to it. The artefact does not want to fall into the gith raiders' hands any more than it does the Absolute followers'.*


Of course. Be safe on your travels.


No.


You know, for all the time I've spent lurking in the shadows, I've never ventured into the Underdark before.


*Your tadpoles connect, and you see the truth: Lae'zel speaks with conviction, but she's riddled with doubt.*


They will lay the final stitch on the fate of Baldur's Gate.


Be there in a blink.


<i>Velkyn.</i>


Easy! She helped us out in the shadows.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Let's see.


These tunnels were full of shapeshifters. Father Lorgan's name is written here too.


Mayrina begged me not to breathe a word if they came looking for her. And my word is my <i>bond</i>.


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


Malleus! v3


Frange! v3


Why are you still here? Go!


Argh, what god did I shit on to deserve this? Move it - they'll be on us soon.


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


An unusual metal. Too heavy to wear comfortably.


Mol would've shanked him up proper.


No - stop! This isn't the way!


I didn't ever think I'd meet you in person! I feel safer already - even if you are a little shorter than I expected.


The horn - damn thing's loud as thunder. It'll give our people a chance to take shelter, too.


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


Oh, of course! Perhaps our prisoners can be your bearers. A fine view from gnome-back, I expect.


This belonged to a merregon - one of Hell's footsoldiers. Their corpses dissolve when they die.


I never thought this journey of ours would see us knocking on a devil's door. Can't say I'm relishing the experience, but needs must.


Hark! A dung golem!


The moment I started investigating the missing girl, I felt the hag's eye on me. Next thing, I was sprouting wool and bleating up a storm.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Nearly out - just a bit further!


You're wise to walk away. But I cannot - the thing I hunt has gone to ground.


You ready? Brace yourself - this'll sting.


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


Enough of that.


Tight fit. I won't be getting back in that way.


There you are! I thought those vile claws dragged you into a terrible grave.


Well - enough conjecture. I did what you asked, so let's be done with it.


Attack Critical<br>


The Warden runs this place like clockwork. Do <i>not</i> fall behind.


Still, got to get through them and hunt down some runaway property.


We know you will drive back the army of the Absolute and raise our city to its pinnacle!


Umberlee's mercy saved her from a slow, sinking death in the beast's shadow!


Someone caved this Flaming Fist's face in. Grim.


Regardless! We have more immediate concerns - your reward once I've returned to the city, for one.


I suppose Raphael will be pleased, if nothing else...


See? I <i>told </i>you. Nothing to worry about.


How could she say such an awful thing?


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


Ah, the family friend! Need something?


An owlbear egg... these are supposed to be worth a fortune...


<i>Chk.</i> A cheap trick.


I broke bread with that Flaming Fist - little shit.


*The door and Motivators are rigged in the same way. Opening the door will set it off - with no way to deactivate it.*


The doggies nearly got me this time. It was close.


Well - if I need a supply of undead warriors, I'll know where to find them.


Quite the collection of toys. Someone likes to play rough...


Drunk humming the main theme of the game


Nightsong? What do you mean?


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


If a warrior's lacerations are beyond even their ability, the victim is beheaded.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


Take much longer, Happy, and they'll have to call you <i>Smashed </i>Hands instead.


The life is ebbing out of me. I need aid.


Siccut cattus!


*To the tiefling scout, gith are monsters. To you, they are a sign: you are nearing the crèche.*


It says there's a cellar here somewhere.


It's done, at last. Soon the land will be unshrouded. We should return to Thaniel when we can.


Who knows how long the real Minthara has been strapped to Orin's altar? We owe it to her to bring her back safely. She would do no less for you or I.


<i>Disappointing. You have lowered our chances of success with your actions. </i>


It must be unsealed elsewhere.


We will comb the mountain pass, and beyond.


If we find it, maybe we can turn it against him?


We, we see what we see and
Do just what we please, together,
Waiting for the sun, forever.


I played along until I could get the fuck out of there. Took me ten years to properly escape, but now I'm <i>free</i>.


Can you feel death's cold grip?


Detono!


Suppose I should get you back up.


You have been found <i>wanting</i>.


QUICK AS A COCKROACH LICKETY-SPLIT IF YOU DON'T MIND


Not happening!


Are you looking forward to seeing his 'Blade of Frontiers'? I hope it's more greatsword than dagger.


Shadow Druids at work - and this Kagha is their newest recruit.


Mother? No! No hurt! Help!


Attack<br>var 2


Hells, if I'd have known there was that much coin back here, I'd have robbed the place myself.


Gods. One day, you go to sleep and everything's square. Then you wake up, and it's a dodecahedron. With tentacles.


Impero tibi!<br>v2


Staying out of sight.


Te adstringo linguam!


Do not lose heart.


--tyrant-- -SLAIN--
 -joy!--
 -freedom-- -close--


You do not have an appointment.


Quod dico face!<br>v2


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Dark, gloomy, blood-scented. It is almost like home.


((*do you hear? a new harmony. serenity. I name you <b>Peace-Bringer</b>*))


Indeed. As long as the spirits remember their mission, the book is a lost cause.


I knew some of the dead. They didn't deserve this.


Hmm, some strange grooves by the statues... I wonder if they can be moved?<br>


No use. It's blocked.


<i>You realised the error of your ways, and corrected them.</i>


A monster forms inside us, and you think to be idle?


Hahahaha!


But... <i>I've</i> been buying.


Did you do that on purpose...?


Of course you need help.


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


Please go back upstairs - before we all get in trouble.


Barbarian Roar<br>v2


No... No. Don't look. Musn'tlook. Musn'tsee.


<i>Fight with me. Your future depends on it!</i>


Death's blessings upon you - I am Mortarch Scyre, devotee of Kelemvor.


Recovered <br>V4


Place is overrun with gnolls.


I'll confess, it terrified me greatly... Can you <i>imagine</i> dressing entirely in red? Hah!


No - the tiefling remains until the rite is complete.


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


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


I rather suspected I'd die in a sunless hole. Just not <i>this </i>one.


Not everyone. We lost people, and it's like they don't even care.<br>


Flaming Fist armour - and fresh blood. That's... concerning.


Whoa. That isn't good.


I hope it doesn't come to that but... thank you. Here.


Pipes are looking a little rusted - are we scheduled for maintenance?


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Hells. This place is a sight to behold.


*The Watcher penetrates your mind. The parasite wrenches in pain, and your skull along with it.*


Objective noted.


Yes, you are. Trust me, I would know. Let's do it your way then. So long as it's with you.


Looks like you need a little help.


<i>This better not be Minthara's messenger. If the boss finds out I gave him a hard time, that's me done.</i>


A bit on edge, my arse!


Hurt Critical


Gods, that was close. I could almost kiss the boards here, but - well that would be disgusting.


Get back!


That voice... is that <i>Lady Shar...? </i><br>


But the master says no. Says he needs all of your blood on the inside for the Mass.


Worse than a bloody child.<br>


PainPretend<br>var 2


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


I am the red dragon Qudenos. I will be the one to carry Voss into battle against Vlaakith -


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


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Hah. I realise this looks strange, but I assure you, it is a most <i>intimate</i> form of worship.


Talk straight. Are you really just looking for a bribe?


<i>Chk.</i> We are never informed first. But if Kith'rak Voss wanted you alive, he must have had his reasons.


Let's have a look.


Soon as the Absolute gives the command, we'll burn everythin' to the ground. No one can stop us anymore.


No time for pain.


A friend in need.


Stand down, <i>gish</i>. Is it not Vlaakith's command to welcome her faithful?


WYLL!


Must have been fishing when these monsters came. Bad luck.


*Rivington General.*


In nocte consilium!


Anyway, I'm sick of talking. You can go now. Bye-bye.


One who's happy to sup on his companions, at that.


They've done nothing to me.


We are required to attend the Lodge from time to time, in order to present our findings to the Society's members.


You're not even very far in yet!


Laughter


A dragon lives under Baldur's Gate, waiting for a hero to wake him. Or so the author believes.


... enemies... of the voice...


Ah, I sense you too like to wander the boundaries between life and death. You have read 'The Necromancy of Thay'.


Whatever happened out in Grey Harbour, the waves made a mess of the waterfront housing in Brampton! Might be able to snap up a few bargains.


Everyone seems to be quite a-flutter. Do you know why?


I suspected as much. Bloody shame, but that's the nature of war.


It wouldn't be the Gate if our favourite superstition was <i>entirely </i>thwarted. But you've stopped him for now, at least.


Mother and father hide in the ground with her.


Unnoticed - good.


For the fallen!


*The telescope points straight ahead.*


Viam sapientiae!


A scrying eye. Wonder who's looking through it.


This does not belong to me.


As if you know anything about it.


Not bad - I've had better days. And worse ones.


She gathers many threads for Her Design - but it is still <i>Her </i>Design. And Barnabus has found his place in it. Observe:


*Take action, yes... but freeing your parents will take time. Perhaps there is something more immediate you can do - something symbolic, to put Shar behind you for good.*


SSSHHH! Soft and silent, says Boo.


The people of the Gate are fortunate another of Bhaal's children stands against him. Walk in light.


That was not what I expected to see today.


Moonmaiden's grace! It's open!


Will head on out as soon as Dhourn's back in action.


What's this... feeling of <i>power</i>?


Who gives a damn about your stories? All I care about is getting my brother and sister back.


Te exsecror!<br>v2


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


Spiders are down there, boss. Lovely spiders. Keep 'em real clean, we do.


Hm?


Sol Invictus!


With your reputation, I bet you've met already Lord Gortash. He must be so <i>potent</i> up close...


You will suffer for your stupidity.


I know Lord Enver Gortash - an arms dealer and a slaver. He is a worshipper of Bane, the god of tyranny.


An unfortunate plight.


Got you! Too slooooow!


Closed Mouth Effort v9


*It's hard to say what your companions make of you now; their faces betray only confusion. Though one face is notably missing - Karlach.*


What are these things? And gods, do they <i>stink</i>.


Netherese. A portentous word. Combine it with mind flayers, and it's... unspeakable.


Piss-addled pontificator.


TURN BACK AHOY AVAST ALACK OUR HULL WILL HAVE A BROKEN BACK


Laughter


Hardly a good time.


You know what devilfolk are like. No point trying to guess at why they do anything.


Well aren't you a cold one - making threats like you can back 'em up.


Arrows and the bloody tracks of short legs. Someone went gnome-hunting.


Diminuo te!


No. No, I don't think you did.


<i>Go on. Kill it. Absorb its power.</i>


Something didn't like that.<br>


Let the earth feast on the blood of the faithless, until only those who seek the embrace remain.


An impotent finale for an impotent show.


At once.


I'm so tired.


Master! I am ready to go home now.


I'd reconsider. He's not exactly open to attack just now.


You can't die - not like this!


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


I hope we chose the right ally.


How do they differ, then? The number of horns? The exact timbre of their evil laugh?


Come on. Up!


Back to the Hells with what we agreed! I have you now, Raphael. Pay the debt, and I will make this quick.


On my word.


I don't need silence. Just quiet will do.


Attack<br>var 2


They have their freedom... but what of the city? Have we just unleashed a plague onto the streets?


From your pocket to mine.<br>


It's the chair - it's connected to the ship. And the ship's connected to the mind flayers.


Non fit injura!


Attack Critical<br>var3


A sorry thing, there will be no audience left for your finale.


Bark's ready. Now what?


Those two must have history.


SmileClosed<br>var 5


PainOpen<br>var 3


Smashin'! Wish you was part of my mob.


I -


Look upon her.


<i>Really</i> - there's no 'this' and nothing to get to the bottom of!


Scratches that size... something powerful made these.


A needful sniff, perhaps? So you know I am no impostor?


What's that sticking out of his pocket?


This place is jolly good, isn't it? Real sense of the genuine - the <i>authentic</i>.


We must scout the roads and scan the skies for children of Gith. They will lead us to a crèche. There, we will be purified.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Are we goin' by amount o' piss or not?


You had better.


You are a brave soul, to try and manipulate one who makes the dead dance from his fingertips.


We can't do anything until morning. Those vampire spawn will be in their element right now.


Agh! I need a different approach, clearly.


It's not your time.


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


*Stormshore Tabernacle.*


Patience - it hasn't been long.


Gomwick... that's a real shame. Fine courier, he was.


Macte virtute!<br>v2


I'm sure you can look forward to long, passionate nights of conversation in the library.


Show some decorum. This is a stately occasion.


You are just a ray of sunshine, aren't you?


Cough_Ill<br>Var 2


Do not fear, they will be dealt with.


You'll be crying out my name soon, you'd better know it. I am Haarlep, Raphael's personal incubus, glamoured and transfigured to look like him.


Resisto ignem!


Huh - you look different when you're not trying to talk someone down from igniting a barrel of runepowder.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


If it wasn't for you, we'd be thralls, dead, or who knows. This is your victory.<br>


Minsc and Boo would recommend a statue on the Wide, but it is not always the honour it seems.<br>


<i>Tsk'va. </i>We should do as the devil asks. I cannot slay Orpheus if I cannot break him free.


*Your mind swells as it subsumes everything the tadpole has to offer - everything it was, and everything it was destined to be. Pure potential, pure <i>power</i>.*


I'm not saying the lad will definitely grow up to turn criminal or anything... but I've seen it happen before.


Goblins ahead!


Lice-ridden cur!


What are you doing?! Stop that right now!


No, I won't kill them! Well, maybe Shadowheart...


You sent from Moonrise, drow? 'Cos otherwise, I'll have to cut ya.


Oh believe me, I wish I could. But that's above my paygrade. Besides, someone's got to oversee the investigation here.


But I can't leave without saying this - something big is going on in Moonrise. I heard whispers of something - an army. Do what you have to here, and then leave. Soon.


What a fun friend you've made.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Sound the alarm!


No use digging with my bare hands...


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


<i>Don't look at me like that.</i>


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


We can try, but it may be difficult.


I won't go rogue again, but I'm not letting that fucker off the hook - that's for damn sure.


Not bad. I would've taken the whole toe, but whatever works for you.


Recovered <br>V3


Imagine what these things could do to a person...


Go to the <i>zaith'isk</i>. I will ensure you are cured.


MOOOO.


Aqua pura!


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 2


A mirror that gobbles up memories? How very Sharran.


The brain must be close...


The Absolute was silent, and - strange to say - that brought me comfort.


*Amulet of Greater Health.*


And risk my neck? I don't think so.


There's no reason for me stick my neck out against armies of cultists when we can send mountains of steel instead.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed<br>


If that's the case, we've got more problems than just the worms in our heads.


NO! Back in cage. It is wrong. Sings wrong. <i>Other.</i>


Need to be more careful. We are far from welcome in a city controlled by the cult.


My dearest boy. The Hells have touched you. But you've come to me - just as Gortash said you would.


This stuff's seen better days...


What a waste - Gale could have had a taste of real power.


A map of the Sword Coast? What are the gith planning?


I recognise this. A merregon wore it. But they won't fight without a commander...


*The memory fades away, yet it leaves its mark on your mind.*


This disappearing act is starting to get irksome.


*But your will is iron and you brush past these shades of the past, devouring every secret the book has to offer.*


I'll hold you to that.


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


<i>Nordil... worgater...</i>


Better keep an eye out for more.


Mattis'll get us to Baldur's Gate - I know it. And Mol'll be there!


It isn't the same here - not without Bex. Gods... if I could just hold her in my arms one more time.


<i>Tsk</i>. I might have a plan had you allowed me to speak.


My eyes grow heavy. Best to make camp.


Got you! <i>Hahah!</i>


Sniff<br>var 2


What is this place?


What in the hells, Astarion? You bit me!


You gave him up? I wasn't sure you would.


How have you survived this long?


Shadow Druids... To think we were rotting from within. I'm sorry. I need a moment.


Well, well. Looks like he wants to see us after all.


Get ready - and no cheating.


Let's not be uncivilised. Wulbren, perhaps we can talk more later, when you've had a moment to settle in.


Malleus!


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


Dribbles is supposed to be nice - why did he do that? I don't like this. I don't like <i>him</i>.


We'll prove him wrong.


*The construction is too alien. Nothing looks familiar.*


Mountains' great mortals, all ginders to quake.


Anything of use?


Karlach's rage is like a force of nature. I pity those who bear its brunt.


*You've been caught tormenting the dead. The alarm is being sounded.*


<i>At your side I have learned to make peace with death, to accept new life, to conquer all that stands in the way of us and our destiny.</i>


We have to look out for each other.<br>


We had best hope they don't forget themselves - or I'll have to send you out there to calm them down.


Listen closely, for there's very little time. Even if Last Light falls, your mission does not change: you must find Ketheric Thorm and you must kill him.


This corpse has been desecrated - <i>displayed. </i>And there's nothing random about it.


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


*At first you can't fight the torrent of memories, but soon you find a foothold. You can push them back - push them down until you feel nothing.*


He as good as told me so himself!


It is going to rain fire! Or ice! Or - bones? Hide, Boo!


I can't believe that worked. These shadows really do twist people.


No, I do not know if you can eat it, Boo.


Best to fill your belly now - while we still can.


I dunno. It rhymes an' everythin'. Reckon that's gotta be worth sumthin'.


Is there a dead tadpole in that jar?


I put a candle in the box with her. She never liked the dark.


But our Lord's thirst is not so easily slaked.


Minimus!


A map of the Sword Coast? What are the gith planning?


--desist----
-submit--
          ---DIE-


Damn. You're lucky to be in one piece.


Saer, yes saer.<br>


Ah - the drow corpse spoke of this book. Disguised by magic, it seems.


You look like you could kick the arse of half the scrubs in here. Bunch of drunken layabouts.


Nature's servant, and yours.<br>


Para bellum!<br>v2


Sure, take it.


But if it were <i>my</i> kill... Well. It would've been slower.


I should retrieve the amulet - the monk's spirit should be here when I open Shirra's tomb.


All the tumbledown opulence of a withering Upper City manor.


Keep playing you, ask? Why of course!


Eiecto te!<br>v3


She is gone, and we may feast. A shame you will not be joining us - I've just carved up a most succulent halfling.


Umberlee keep her.


Where are my smelling salts?


It's too late to merely kill this horde's leadership - their forces are already marching. If you want me to help, you need to help me first.


We're still creatures of the shadows. Nothing can change that.


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


Who let you through? Tusgront? Bloody idiot.


There, my friend. You ask if Minsc thinks this battle can be won?


What do I have to lose?<br>


Cave circulum!


General's a great thinker, I hear. I suppose he's strategising.<br>


You will be brought to the master. You will answer for your blasphemy.


The night normally means bustling streets, bursting taverns.


Gigans!


Very well. I'll defer to your ruling.


Ha, sweet little prude, I will ravish you like a drow.


I won't lie... I feel a little sorry for her. But only a little bit.


<i>Tsk'va.</i> Is there no end to them?


Head on in.


Sine metu!<br>v2


You should leave. Now.


Effort v2


And? What more could you possibly have to say?


The Mother Superior awaits you. Go and state your case.


It's off! Go, go, go!


Clear off - there's nothin' in these caravans for you.


I shall take this.


Let's hope the Lady of Loss is pleased.


Victory v3


Dum vita est, spes est!


Wyrm's Rock penthouse! There must be some way to get a piece of that.


Da mihi facta!


Virtus et scientia!


Time to kill the hag - permanently.


You've had your say, now clear off. Go back to the Upper City.


Bombs away!


His territory ran from the Wood of Sharp Teeth to Cloakwood. It took half an army to drive him out. How did he end up here?


I'll prove it! The Stone Shi - Lord buried me with my haul. Take it all, and tell him I'm sorry!


Ut ventus!<br>v3


I guess I can't blame you for being cautious. If anything, it proves you're a good ally.


In a bind? I'll help.


My daily penance.


Let's light them up.


<i>Fill master's coffers. Tend to his beast. Feed it potions. Keep it charmed.</i>


Already cleared out.


*You have become close to Karlach. Perhaps Lady Shar thinks you are losing focus.*


You - my special assistant. Come on up.


The horns of a <i>real</i> war devil. Bet they were a pain to acquire.


And for a time, I did. But my comrades would use a rather irritating phrase: 'A Harper never leaves the chorus - she simply goes to spread the song.'


Come on, get a grip.


Best idea you've had all day, mate.


I sense magic. But where?<br>


No tadpoles present. Have they all been put to use...?


Malleus! v3


The dark's strong here - this torch is useless.


Voss' psionic device is active... The gith queen's forces must be nearby.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Mm. No. Boo likes neither option - you will simply have to try harder, wizard.


There's at least one person who doesn't want me happy - Shar. I felt the wound last night, while you were meditating. Like some sadistic child, de-winging a fly.


To the transponder.


*Take Raphael's deal, and you could free Orpheus. With Orpheus free, you would have no need to rely on the Emperor.*


I'll be strong for you. And you can just be <i>you </i>for me.


Victims of the shadow curse. At least they were afforded a burial.


Nature has blessed my fingers.


If I tried to spare Geraldus the same headaches, well - now you know why. And if he is half the Harper I suspect, it won't make a damned bit of difference.


Circulus mortis!


I was about to ask you the same. I'm going to Moonrise Towers in search of my friend Wulbren.


Nice view.


Nothing.


Impero tibi!


Working, what else? Alan's short on coppers - the Counting House is screwing him over.


All right. Fine. The Head Banker may have just taken a customer by that name down into the vaults.


Just me and you. I like that. Harmless little secret.


No helping it. We're exposed now.<br>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


No. No - it can't be. I <i>told</i> you, Lunkbug.


I'm not touching that wreck. Not even <i>looking</i> at it.


Doesn't do much - maybe there's another close by?


No. Unless you count a couple of old drinking mates at the next table - but they'd be no help. They barely remember their own names.


Then I think it's about time we ascended, don't you?


Understandable. It must have been <i>quite</i> the ordeal.


I hope that's a joke. Jaheira's counting on your help. We all are.


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


Stay ready. Something isn't right.


Stuck fast. I'll help.<br>


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


She has you in her thrall, Jaheira. Minsc will still her serpent tongue, before it has a chance to twine around your thoughts!


Remarkable. Truly.


It's Lae'zel. The shadows claimed her...


<i>He called me darling, desire, delicious... but nothing sounded so sweet as the way he said Sebastian.</i>


Locked? Not for long.


When... when the darkest hour fell, it was <i>us</i> that brought light.


Into my pocket...


Damn knots...


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


Damn. That's Arabella's father.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Follow you? The runt of the kennel? Master's favourite toy?


Closer... I need to get closer!


A scrying eye. Someone's watching this place.


A word.


Te video!<br>v2


We're closing in on Nere. But if we want his head, we'll need to free him first.


Anyone gives you shit, come to me - I'll sort them out.


Effort v7


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v2


This should help.


I said go!


I mean... I suppose that'll do. <i>Stingy bastard</i>.


Run, before it buries us here!


A perfect fit. I just need the raw materials.


Attack<br>var 2


Nice view.


Don't worry - Mattis says the goblins can't get inside if we're quiet.


Let's call a thing a thing: a deep gnome won't get far into the Absolute's orgy of evil. We already learned that in the Underdark with those sadistic duergar, didn't we? It's <i>doubly</i> true in this place.


I don't see one...


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


Not a lot like you. You'll be my prettiest trophy.


Is it a Continual Flame spell, I wonder? I've heard they light tombs brilliantly.


He delivered himself to the jaws of oblivion - a fitting end.


Stay out of my head!


Effort v3


Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hee!


If you're going to torment me, at least try harder.


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


Hostium munera!<br>v3


Quickly, then.


It - it was just a purse, mate. Bloody hells, you make Blaze Portyr look like a softie.


She's toying with me. What does she want?


I will await word at your camp. And beware the skies. <i>We are watched.</i>


Frange! v3


Can't say I blame the man for seeking vengeance.


*Gith's son Orpheus still lives, and plans to depose Vlaakith? A ludicrous claim.*


Ugh. Fouler than a hag's bath water. Think I'll avoid a dip in that particular pool.


Watch maybe, but not intrude.


Look at that. May it keep you from the shades - not sure we can afford to lose an ally like you.


Still nothing.


*Starting fights in prison is bad for your health. Especially if this guard has anything to say about it.*


I remember this shape...


It thought it could claim my bait meat while the tyrant goes ungored? No no no.


I don't know whether to hope it was the parasite or not. But we should all be on our guard.


It says there's a cellar here somewhere.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Effort v9


Ngh. My head...


Hold on - they look important! Let's not kill them just yet.


Recovered


Oi! Ain't no party in 'ere - we're doing the Absolute's work.


With the leadership dead, no attack will be mounted on the grove. I am in your debt, my friend.


*Wyll catches his breath, and his lips straighten. Sheer dread twists his face.*


Odd statue. Probably cost an arm and a leg - or worse, considering it's Raphael's.


Snore
zzZzz


Look, look! I told ya it squealed!


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


I've heard mindflayers feast on the brains of their victims. Apparently they like them pickled too.


Come on Boo - give it everything you've got!


More for me.


Strike without mercy. <i>Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith!</i>


Oh, share your tactical wisdom with us then!


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


I can't risk it. There's something valuable in here.


You lent an ear when I most needed one. And when I shared my fears, you didn't judge me.


Lay hands on me again, however, and every tiefling in this encampment will fall on you like a tide.


Enough of that - we need to be in fighting shape.


My name is Lae'zel, <i>k'chakhi.</i>


You leave me no choice. Lorroakan is my master - I owe him my fealty.


<i>Tsk'va. </i>We should do as the devil asks. The Prince of the Comet must rise again.


Whatever crisis we face, whatever danger threatens - your Grand Duke will always fight beside you. My blade is yours.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v3


The bark's like iron. This is a waste of time.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 4


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


*The metal is coarse and riddled with imperfections.*


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


Interesting map. Especially that nice, big X at the base of Moonrise Towers.


I know - I am grateful for my service to Lord Gortash.


*An ashen scent fills the air. The barrel is filled with smokepowder.*


Go on. My time is vital - do not squander it.


As I was trying to say, this is an entirely benevolent act and all for a very good cause.


Another mention of this forge. Seems a few drow were searching for it.


The only thing we're sharing with you is our pointy ends - get 'em!


What d'you mean by that?


Attack Critical<br>var2


That must have hurt.


*You feel joints breaking, your blood vessels rupturing. Your body crumples. Your heart shudders.*


Don't know what he needs <i>you </i>for when he's got those bloody great Steel Watchers.


Gonna find the wizard who gave us the contract that got my people killed. Left out all the important bits, like 'Beware, treasure's beneath a pile of goblins.'


On the contrary. No one is lonely when they have books - except perhaps the illiterate.


I'm glad for you, Karlach. It's hardly the life anyone dreams of, but, well... it's a life.


Curious vault - must be protecting something awfully valuable...<br>


Swift and lethal.


A temple of Shar - hidden deep enough to escape the effects of her shadow curse.


Thou inglorious hog.


Vlaakith... Undying Queen's wrath...


Which is to say - keep to your own vault, and you'll be fine.


Heads it is!


Dead drow, publicly displayed. The duergar are sending a message.


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


<i>'We seek a realm without conflict, without ego, without free will. We seek unity. We seek the Ultimate State.'</i>


Looks like all those moon plates can be turned.


Vast world out there.


Huh. Where's Shadowheart?


Should step in before it gets worse.


This would be the worst time to take a nap.


*The lantern flickers ever so briefly, and you hear a slight twitter - or perhaps it's simply your imagination.*


Seems risky if you ask me. Couldn't help getting stuck with the tadpole, but taking favours from it? Spooky.


Propera!


Dying Burning<br>v5


So, Shar's chosen walks among us. How lucky we are.


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


But we don't know what that <i>thing </i>even is! And what about the crypt?


Seems like nature's provided a shortcut.


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


I did it. I got out.


I seek an advantage.


Thank you. I will be forever in your debt.


What in every hell is wrong with you?


Stultissime!


Perhaps we'll find somewhere we'd like to stay for a century or two - perhaps not.


Even after all she's been through, she thinks herself unstoppable - invincible.


I'm surprised you'd show your face in public!


*Your thoughts turn to Mizora. Will she stand in your way - and if so, will you dare resist?*


Let us have a little look.


This is not the time or place for death.


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


Where did he go...?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Then I shall wait here patiently until it is acquired.


It's good to be among allies, isn't it? The Absolute's blessings have brought so many together.


*The broken helmet bears the mark of Shar, the Dark Lady.*


No kissing it better.


Forever marked. It's not just a contract that binds us.


No use. It's blocked.


Myrkul's holy symbol. He must have had a follower come to this place.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 2


Uh.


Out of sight. Let it remain that way.


Intellego!


You had the opportunity to surrender yourself to my honour guard. They would have given you a noble end.


A dragon-rider - my kin are near.


Oh no. Halsin!


Should've stayed in bed.


Hells!


See how my skull shines? It is so you might see the fear in your own eyes!


*The winged serpent of the Zhentarim. These must be the 'goods' that Roah agreed to move into the city.*


A protector is guarding it, if I'm reading this right. And this 'hot hammer' is key to its downfall.


*You see dark tunnels lit by noxious pools of brine. The darkness spreads through the earth.*


<i>Chk. </i>The trapped drow will die if we leave. Forgive me if I have no tears to shed.


Listen here.


The entire reason for my existence was to seduce anything with a pulse.


No way to ignite these. Strange.


Shiny, for a Sharran.


Shadowheart's choices are her own, but I bear no small blame. Viconia should have been rooted from the city years ago. First the Absolute - then, a reckoning.


Lies. You would harm Her if you could - I see that clearly. But you'll never have the chance.


<i>RAWR!</i>


I know. But this is the only way.


Begone, putrid boil!


Listen up.


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


Goddess or no, it is a fearsome sting to be let down by a lover. And to hear of it from another of her brightbirds!


<i>Htak'a!</i>


You are a sight to behold, my lady. Standing before you is like standing before the Dark Lady herself.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


Wonder if I could freeze some supplies -  make them last longer.


Wait. Where's my ring? Did you take my ring?


Thank goodness we're such good friends, then!


You done yet? Don't even have any chunks to blow - it's all water!


In the guts of the palace. Hungry mouths down there.


The dwarf mentioned somewhere called 'Candulhallow's Tombstones'. But I can't even look into it... not without getting fired.


*That timely donation appears to have secured your innocence - for now.*


*You are swallowed by a chorus of turbulent music. Through one creature sing many voices: the harmony of a myconid collective.*


Hells. This place is a sight to behold.


*The liquid burns your throat as you swallow, but otherwise, you feel no ill effects.*


Destroying the Absolute before we fully understand it would be madness.


Now's no time to die. You must get up!


Resisto venenum!<br>v2


Falling<br>ver 1


How is it shielding us? And why? Not that I'm complaining.


Vis medicatrix!


No one likes us. Cause we're tieflings.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


I've... I've failed. Lady Shar will disown me... what will happen to me?


*You will finally have the chance to destroy Gortash. But what then? What fires will still burn in you when he is extinguished?*


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 2


Effort v12


Your vigilance may have saved us, but its consequences are no easier to stomach for that. Gods, what a pity.


<i>Pathetic. </i>A dusk hag once claimed she dreamt of a future where I spared her, but even her weaselling is no match for yours. This ends now.


Damned gnolls are everywhere.


Unless you want to take that lump with you, seeing as you've got the ring he gave me.


No one's coming - the deal is done.


... and you, a delicacy - unless you bear the mark, of course.


Don't tell on me. <i>Please</i>.


Much as I enjoy your company, now's hardly the time for chit-chat.


Separated in life, united in death. Let's hope they can find peace now.


You louse, you mite!


Attack<br>var 4


Ah, Yenna. Poor child deserved better.


The drink - it's turned necrotic!


Ah. I see I've managed to lose my engagement ring already. Saves me the bother of tossing it away.


My mind... it's being <i>drained</i>. Must be close...


Do it. Claim what's yours - and give <i>him </i>what he deserves.


Show respect - you can fall much, <i>much </i>farther if you try the Mother Superior's patience.


Sol Invictus!


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


The mark of the Absolute. No intention of playing nice with other gods, it seems.


Please, stay with me.<br>


Time for us to take a rather literal 'leap of faith'.


This is all my fault. Mayrina was hexed mere days after the dragonborn joined us. Why didn't I see it?


Go on - take the lantern from the corpse.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


Effort v4


At least he died doing what he loved: usurping.


Stuck? Of course.


Please. They need to know what happened here.


Fiat lux!<br>v3


I first heard that one when I was in short pants on the school playground.


What are you doing?! No!


Barbarian Roar<br>v3


Look at that.


<i>And found Orpheus. </i>


*A new quiet settles. Without the blazing Hells inside you, you can finally rest. And listen for the new voice - the quieter voice - that sounds from within.*


The <i>stench</i>. I wonder how many pilgrimages to Moonrise ended down here.


Pay no mind to the perfumes - just Uktar's Amnian scents. Better than what they're masking, believe me.


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


And for what? These Harpers? Moonrise will be their tomb - and in death, you will all serve the Absolute.


Try not to die.


This place... why does it remind me of Auntie Ethel's home?


Honestly? I think self-reflection may be the enemy just now. I can't afford to lose my nerve. Safer to just not think, and keep forging ahead.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


How did you become a chef, Chef?


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


<i>Traitor prince. I am not intimidated by your blade.</i>


What did that do?


Balance.


Hope you know what you're doing, walking around with that <i>thing </i>behind your eye.


Very good! Break out that lute, bard - I'm in the mood for a song.


Fly, little vampires! Return to this city, and you will answer to BOO!


Breath_Fast<br>Var 3


Better stay back. One strike could be lethal.


Obedi me!<br>v3


Looks like a beast came through here - a big one too.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


Cunning, am I? Ah, you see me as a schemer, an exploiter. You've pegged me wrong, little bug.


Mystic Carrion no more. Thrumbo in charge. Better. Much better.


What in the hells happened? I feel so weak...


Not in the mood for another fight, believe it or not. Can we play nice?


Still a little shit, I see.


I want to go inside - to the wood and stone. Where it's quiet - safe.


Don't worry, I'm here.


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


Whatever the consequences may be, we'll face them together. If you'll have me.


Inquisitor or not, we still have a mission. The artefact remains unfound. <i>Focus</i>.


I'm not interested in talking to you.


Your bones be blessed.


Bet that will fit in my pack.


A magic keyword, huh? That'll help us get what we need.


Yes! Now we're talking.


Shit - True Soul Nere's nothing but grub-chow now.


It is no <i>coup </i>- it is the opportunity of our entire lives!


Attack Critical<br>var3


Ready to do some business?


Now you need my help.<br>


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


Laughter Maniacal


Hook horror. Wonderful.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


Take a look at what I've got on offer, while you're here. Might be you find something useful to you.


How goes the hunt?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


<i>- stupid, worm-infested cockhead! </i>You have awoken the shadows!


*Parents. You rejected Shar for these strangers you share blood with, but you also did terrible things to them. And yet, they profess to love you all the same.*


BreathShortOpen<br>var 1


Can anyone hear me? Please!


I... wish I could help you, Stone Lord. I really do. But it's just the economy, yeah?


Guilty? Ridiculous. What's there to be guilty for?


Good, because next time there will be consequences.


Good luck out there.


Though no ballads are ever writ, such is the fear that doth swirl about Astarion and his bloody consort.


You and me both, pal.


And I do not fail.


Dying Panic Fall


Master, you spoil me so. You have murdered me so sweetly time and time again.


The spawn will not feed in the Underdark - it will eat them alive. Good riddance.


What's cooking?


Best help before it gets worse.


Wouldn't want that to scar.


No. Should I?


Let's not fight, all right? I've just gotten a good turn. I want to ride that 'til the wagon wheels fly off.


*You feel his mind buckling, yielding - against his better judgement, he trusts you.*


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


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


*Disgust churns deep in your stomach, leaving you resigned to a night without sleep.*


Maledicte es!<br>v3


Breathe deep, and move.<br>


By all means.


A fight! Time to follow protocol...


Grim.


You spherical git.


Dying Freezing to Death


For now, she's bigger than it is. But things grow when you feed 'em. That's all.


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


Come back any time.


I cannot imagine how you are feeling, Gale. For a goddess to ask a mortal to pay such a price. I am sorry for, for your burden... though I wish you had told us of your predicament before.


Don't bother reporting it. The Fists don't care what happens down here.


That ox gazes at me most intently.


No, Orin. You did this for me.


Maior, fortior!


Oh, if you give them money you just encourage them - she's only going to spend it on ale.


Hope your soul is in good hands.


We will tear them, Majesty! RIP THEM!


I've definitely seen that ox before. It has the same strange look in its eye.


Focus on the elder brain, Wyll. I'd hate to clog that infected head of yours with needless details.


*Still, they could be traded for something valuable.*


Focus for the minute - we'll be out of here soon.


This place is a blister of corruption.


YES! DROWN ME IN COIN, AND PERHAPS YOU SHALL WIN THE ULTIMATE PRIZE.


Jaheira does as <i>Jaheira</i> does, and finds a way to save us all anyway.


Back on your feet? Good - we <i>do </i>have some matters to take care of, you know.


I see... That does sound pretty reasonable, actually.


Pish-posh. That strutting tyrant has a long reach and a steel fist, but he's a puppy dog compared to the real horror that haunts our streets.


We must remain vigilant. And grateful. I will join your camp tonight. There, we will discuss the spirals of time - past and future. And we will make merry in the present, wherein we reside.


Art thou certain?


This is no time to indulge your pettiness. These trials are important to me.


Dying under this monastery would've been a shame.


A bad way to go.<br>


Looks like the barrier's turned off. Lucky me.


Well, it doesn't matter. Because coming home is the best part.


As have I. It's been worth the wait.


Scandals! Vandals! Where to buy sandals! It's all here in the Baldur's Mouth Gazette!


...Fig.


Well. Here we are. A most unexpected outcome.


Let us return now to the city, and follow the path of the Netherbrain.


Time for some bloody work.


This corpse has been desecrated - <i>displayed. </i>And there's nothing random about it.


Help the others if you can - they're further in!


No keyhole. Must be another way in.<br>


For now, let's enjoy this piece of eternity.


Finally. I was starting to wonder if immolation would have been easier than talking.


So. The weapon. <i>Please.</i>


Looks like they're warded from within the tower. Must be something around here that can help.


Think you disappointed this lot, swooping in to save us like that. Careful - might turn on you just as quick.


Ah - a friendly face at last. Are you going to the party as well?


That <i>smell</i>... These corpses aren't the freshest.


I fear he's gone to ground. I hope the hag of these lands can help me flush him out, if I can afford her blood price.


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


Should have watched your footing.


We are all dust or ash in the end. Make your enemies burn while your heart still beats, and it will be a good life, no matter how brief.


No time for mercy.


No, Lord Gortash. We were interrupted... another quake in the Lower City. More severe this time.


Here's the deal - I've swallowed little Vanra whole. Kill me, and the girl dies. And I'll simply return - stronger than ever.


You? Please. He'd break you in half. So would I.


CoughIll<br>var 1


Good find.


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


Uh huh. Isn't he handsome?


I assure you, it's quite safe.


Circulus mortis!


And speaking personally, I intend to cheat.


But, yes. Hope can help. Your contract is here, in this House - it's...


Ai - is it supposed to shriek so, Boo?


Looks like that's going to bruise.


All right, ivory tower. Tell me more about how a tiefling kid should survive the shit life throws at him. I'm all ears.


The ship won't be able to take another dragon attack. We need to get out before it's too late.


That pin's design looks familiar, but I can't seem to place it.


Shit - suppose you're right. No use hauling dead weight.


Smell that meat sizzlin'? Can't tell if it's the brandin' or the party - makin' me bloody 'ungry either way.


Configo!


Made a <i>deal</i> with him? You think I <i>asked </i>for this?


A vampire nest - you truly can find everything in the city. I'd better keep my throat protected...


The forge at the blacksmith's house should do.


Clausus!


Fine! It's just tin and glass anyway.


*A heavy burden indeed. After all, the artefact that protects you came from your own people. What role have they to play in this plane's existence?*


Something happened, right?


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


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


All right, <i>all right</i>. Take your money.


<i>I am sure you have given much to help my people, but if I am to survive, you will be required to give more.</i>


This area's forbidden. Back off or face my blade.


Can you feel them? Seven thousand souls, just waiting to be collected.


*You feel an all-too-familiar squirm in the recesses of your mind. She has a tadpole.*


Couldn't have said it better myself.


I've lived in darkness for centuries, but never found any like this... unsettling.


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


I'm not. I'm just keeping on eye on Glitterbeard's office.


*You notice oedema - a swelling of the brain causing pressure where it strains against the shell of the skull.*


*You're standing in the lion's den, facing a legendary general, his guards, and who knows what eldritch powers. Just in case you needed a reminder.*


No.


Try to keep fighting.


It is true you helped me end the Grand Design. But the path you chose has cost our people greatly. I will thank you, but I will not stay for you.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Shit, no - father!


Ubi es?


I know this key - it's identical to the one held by that corpse in the tunnels.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Fame turned to ashes in your mouth yet?


There's a pressure plate in the chair, but I'm missing something.<br>


*You approach the sigil on the stone. Magic glitters and swirls from it erratically, as if malfunctioning. It looks slightly dangerous.*


Open up.


The necromancer was experimenting on the tadpoles.


Now chop-chop. or <i>I'll </i>chop-chop.


Unless you've got access to a 300-year-old Tempusian apothecarial almanac, no.


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


Back for more? I don't mind, so long as you're paying.


Gortash knows you are coming. Knows you have the Bone Lord's stone. Do not let him hiss hot air into your worm-weakened brain.


Wonderful, just what an insane cult needed - more shape-shifting assassins.


It's not a good time.


Someone came to me and promised to protect me while claiming that the parasite could <i>empower</i> me.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Don't worry. I'll free you.


There is. Though I'm not about to sing it for you.


No fight in 'em after that. Didn't so much as groan when I snapped their spines.


Shovel told master! Tells no one but master!


He didn't deserve this.


Kill the Absolute, and keep the big bald berserker out of trouble. We'll find out if either of those things is possible.


Silentium!


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


I fear not. The vapours in this alien cloaca are most bizarre.


BreathLongOpen<br>var 2


Fallen Dark Justiciars. Halsin said they once had a stronghold down here...


Open, damn you.


Darkness or not, we need to reach Moonrise Towers.


Very. But I've never heard of a miniature version, let alone a conversant one. Which means Boo is either a rare specimen...


How lucky we are to have met you. I believe you're the noblest person I've ever known.


I'd love a proper interview - my name in the broadsheet, a chance to meet Mr Needle...


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 3


Let's get you on your feet.


Cresceat scientia!
v2


Don't like strangers here, but...


Dying Freezing to Death


You are fortunate my death was only a temporary condition. Shall we see if the same goes for you?


They didn't deserve this - no one does. Yet another reason to kill the brain.


*Fragrant spores waft through the air. Your heart swells with bliss with your every breath.*


'Beware loud men with purple scalps and ugly rodents, for they think of you as evil, and will kill you on sight.'


You did a good thing back there. I won't dwell on the matter - I know that's not a sentiment you're accustomed to revelling in, but rest assured - your actions have spoken for themselves.


These Steel Watchers. One of them is the equivalent of a red dragon. An army of them, well... there's never been an army of dragons.


Oculus tempestatis!


This is blasphemy... but so much that has happened since I left the Underdark is like a dream of somebody else's life. I... do not know myself anymore.


<i>You.</i>


An old resupply cache. Lolth's children once tread here.


This looks familiar - the missing part from that ring. You will look lovely once you're fixed.


*The fire fades, a meaningless distraction. You hold the cup again, ignoring the crack along its belly, and drink.*


Still, it thinks it has control. Flapping its lips, squealing like a lamb on the spit.


Too slow, you're it!


You've made sure his work is done, even if he's not there to see it. He'd be grateful.


You know your task. Ketheric Thorm clawed his way free of death. Find out how, so we can send him back.


The duke? I mean, if you see him, let him know I'm down for a drink, but he ain't here.


You all right?


You and Karlach? Well that's certainly a... unique pairing.


Is it? What good is freedom if I'm always watching the shadows?


Embarrassing to say, but the jar is fighting back. We need a different approach.


As a favour.


'Archduke Gortash', eh? The city's headed in the right direction.


Piss-addled pontificator.


No...


Something good here, I hope.


Outsiders aren't supposed to see us training. You - you should leave!


Gurd keeps sneezing and dropping stuff.


Thank you, Captain Grisly - for up and croaking. Hah!


If I may... am I to receive an audience with the General?


Grukkoh... baby boy... we take a break... together...


I know, right?


Pulso!


Any torches, matches, wizards, or other sources of open flame, keep them unlit, please.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


DisagreeClosed<br>var 2


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Necklace has a Harper sigil. Why were they here?


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


Your knight in magic armour.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


Uktar, Guild bursar. Do we have business?


When the light shone through, I hoped you'd follow it.


A just choice.


It is done. Lady Shar has blessed me.


Poor thing. You've had a tough go - and you don't know the half of it.


This script - it matches the one on Szarr's signet ring.


*Though the night is still, your heart feels quite the opposite. Elminster's letter has given you much to digest.*


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


*The dog remains at the dead man's side, as if in mourning.*


Good idea, Karlach.


*The front lines of the Blood War. With every swing of her axe, Karlach fulfils mistress Zariel's purpose.*


Don't mind if I do.


Listen. Think. What, on his darkest day, would make him smile?


<i>We're ready to confront the brain. Expect it to do everything it can to stop us.</i>


*You failed to fulfil Mizora's mission. <i>She</i> was Zariel's asset you were meant to rescue - and the Absolute's cult has destroyed her. Wyll has failed his patron, and the Hells have taken the Blade of Frontiers as their own.*


Just a bit further - I know I can make it!


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


The better the protection, the better the prize. The monks must have treasured this.


Drink must be tellin' on me. Guess I need some more. Heh.


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


*This may be your best chance to negotiate Wyll out of his pact.*


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


Dying Burning<br>v2


*The poor creature is on the brink of death, but there's still time.*


A prayer sheet. What's this symbol on it?


I wish you luck. The very best of it.


Dad - my head's itchy.


There's figures hiding in the foliage - might be a trap.


Here. Have more. We'll need every bit of strength to make it to Baldur's Gate. Trust me.


Ha! Weren't expecting that, were you, k'chakhi?


Well - seems the orthon kills with substance <i>and</i> style. How charming.


GruntDisgust<br>var 1


I can only give what thou hast earned.


I've got you.


Tempora mutantur!


I've made a powerful ally today.


Stay out of my head!


Exactly! 'S what I told 'em, but would they listen?


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


<i>Chk</i>. Very well. But promise me we will return before our chance is lost, else I make my way there alone.


Free at last!


Pallida mors!<br>v3


The drow was right, it's not 'Flumph Mating Rituals'. Reminds me of 'Fables of Forges Grym.'


Up there. Danthelon's Dancing Axe - the Harper safe-house Jaheira mentioned.<br>


*Can the rumours be true? Are you the mind flayer who could save the city?*


That's enough. On your feet.


Good. Now they die.


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


You've tasted it's flesh before? Isn't it <i>delicious</i>?


Over there? So be it.


If you must.


Never.


Nothing for you here. Cross the Ebonlake to the sergeant. Or drown in it for all I care.


To your side!


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


*The dog looks up at you, his eyes big and mournful.*


I can't serve apologies, can I? Make it again, and <i>cook</i> it this time.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


Deadlier than ever.


The mind flayer's on to us. Get to the transponder!


Who are you? And what do you want?


I will not be ghaik. Vlaakith gha'g shkath zai!


A most-curious sort of jewellery to find around here...


We use it to call the others if trouble starts.


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


You spherical git.


Lucky I made it out.


This Nere sounds like bad news. I guess we could lend a hand, right?


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


You should never have come here.


Stubborn little tyke! Even if she can swing a spell or two, she's going to get herself killed out here.


A waste of my skills.


Vlaakith holds dominion over the entire plane. And 'irritable' does not even begin to describe her.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


Even when I'm awake, I dream. There's blood, there's so much blood.


Dying Burning<br>v4


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


My eyes can't be everywhere. Be careful who you choose to watch your back.


The boat's free! Come on!


Shop's still open - what do you need?


Glad to have an ally.


This speaks of magic that can divide someone into many... but many <i>what?</i>


You helped my people end the Grand Design - for this, I will remember you. But I will not forget what you have cost us.


<i>The brain is breaking free... </i>


A handy little trick.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Sticking my neck out again.


But take courage - we have killed a man who could not die, and stripped the Absolute's army of its general.


Let's chat.


Never mind me - where is Cal?


Bit busy, mate. We need to get these cleared before the next shipment arrives.


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


I - never mind. Go to the General at Moonrise. There's little time to waste.


No. Not him. Not him... I did all this for him. Everything... <i>everything</i>...


Zanner Toobin... leader of the... Gondians...


I warned you to not broach such matters lightly. Perhaps you care less for me than I supposed...


Enough of that - we need to be in fighting shape.


A <i>friend? </i>Jaheira, Boo cannot believe his ears! Has the city fallen so far in our absence? Are there no heroes left?


I'd never think us allies, paladin. Perish the thought - and the devil too, if you'd be so kind.


Curious mask. What's it doing here?


I can't work without a blueprint.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


Victory<br>


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


*If you're looking for a sympathy, this guard has none to spare.*


Looks like an army marched through here.


...but I cannot bind you.


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


Hey, so, what's romance like in the Underdark, Minthara?


Thank you - do not return.


Your manners belie your words. There cannot be secrets betwixt us - not ones like this.


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


*Your intervention is barely needed - the strike only hastens his fate by mere, agonising moments.*


Mind flayer horticulture.


What's on your mind?


Now scram. The chat's officially closed.


Nulla salus!<br>v2


Et alibi!<br>v3


What will the tieflings want next? Letting the hell child go was a mistake.


Ugh - what a horrid sight that was.


Devils, demons, deserters. They're a great burden on the Lord of the First.


These are the stalking grounds of Steelclaw, furless one - tread lightly.


The brain must be close...


As delightful as you are, I'll have to send you on your way - my customers need my undivided attention.


No. No, I suppose it isn't.


That doesn't look good.<br>


Just my luck to get assigned to Captain Cracklewall. Mad as piss, that one.


*Wince!*


A drastic measure. But more monsters seem to terrorise this region every day.


Minthara with child... Somehow I can't picture her sitting around the campfire, knitting baby booties...


Can't read this script.


I'd stick to your own provisions. They've got gnolls working the kitchens here.


Resisto mortem!


Try Hoots' Hooch. Cuts real deep.


Where the hells are these from?


Of course, apologies. I warned him not to interfere. I...


<i>I will miss you. But I wish you luck.</i>


That was close. No doubt there'll be others.


Ready when you are.


We'll figure out the tadpole. I'm here now, and I'm <i>very </i>lucky.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


I find it difficult to imagine that rest will come easily in such a place.


Please, I do not need to hear of your joint aches and privy sorties again.


Your truth is finally dawning, Shadowheart. You can follow its light - or you can retreat back into dusk.


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


You should listen to your companion. Next he'll warn you that my people can curse your cow to give only sour milk and will seduce your daughter to a life of roaming.


Shouldst thee perform illicit acts, we wilt have much to break with.


I did not go to the Hells and back because I like his company - if anyone has to make the sacrifice it should be him.


Whatever made those tracks seems to be in here...


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


'Kurwin', from the courier's note. There was some matter with Nine-Fingers, if I recall.


I hope your confidence proves well-founded. God knows we could use all the help we can get.


Dead. But Laridda should've shown some backbone instead of sitting there waiting to be rescued.


You understand me almost perfectly. Only my late mother may have bested you.


A cave. Best stay sharp - I've been out of the dark for a while.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Ouch. Well-earned.


Definitely magic - though I wonder what they mean...


Coming to help.


The hell's wrong with you? Drugnin' <i>hoon!</i>


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


There's no end to these things.


*You know the name Gortash. A counsellor with considerable influence on Baldurian industry and politics... but he is no Lord.*


No ordinary lock. Something else seals it.


Sweet lies to replace the sour ones. Tomorrow, we'll see how powerful words can be.


Beneath the windmill - someone's in trouble.


Let us make short work of this.


You possess a craven heart. You flee when you should fight, seek to soften every hard choice. You are untempered. But we can help.


Oh, this should work perfectly.


You came! I'm so pleased. You can never tell who's going to get cold feet.


This cowl's definitely enchanted. Gale could use this.


That looked... painful. To say the least. <br>


Ira!


Better to look evil in the eye. Even if it be very small.


Lae'zel, no! You are destined for great things, child!


Huh. Plenty with tiefling villains... but not so many heroes, no.


Gods. I think that's Halsin, the druid.


What... what happened?


Recovered <br>V4


You're enjoying this, aren't you? Humiliation suits you.


Easy enough.


Suit yourself.


Such is mine own will. Once I did occupy this very prison after a night of most bacchanalian debauchery.


Until then.


*The ground in front of this tombstone has been dug up, exposing the scattered skeleton of a large dog.*


Commiserations. Perhaps a pint'll soothe your sorrows?


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 1


Someone forgot to oil their equipment. Everything here is rusted to the Hells and back.


'Not now' yourself! The Gondians... it can't be as it seems.


Siccut cattus!


Steel Watcher - fall in! Time to join the fight.


Not a sound, people.


Not really. I'd rather send Zariel a message to leave me the fuck alone.


What creatures live in waters this dark?


I could listen to this forever...


*You slew the daughter of Selûne for the Dark Lady. Now you are her Chosen.*


I told you already. I'm just like you. An adventurer from Baldur's Gate who was infected with an illithid tadpole and seeks to be free of the Absolute.


Jaheira's wisdom will be an asset to you on the journey ahead. Her Harpers, too.


Doth thy mirror crack?' Apparently not.


It ain't right - they're pushing folk too far.


The lyre, True Soul? It will summon our guide.


If you don't like today's news, come back tomorrow. It changes every day!


The shadows are cruel. It would take a miracle for Arabella's mother and father to survive them.


Ouch. Well-earned.


*Whatever awaits you in these lands is important, and must be found. The Dark Lady wills it... in her own way.*


A servant of the Dark Lady would never disavow her. Perhaps I named you false.


Signum arcanum!


A simple spyglass. Unsophisticated but effective.


*To all appearances, the dust seems quite ordinary.*


I just wish more of us had made it through... But mourning can wait.


Should have watched your footing.


<i>What? </i>Evil cannot serve good, Jaheira. That is why it is <i>evil.</i>


Looks like they're warded from within the tower. Must be something around here that can help.


I'm not afraid of you. Lord Gortash is a passionate champion of the journalistic arts - attack me, and you face the Steel Watch.


All will be revealed come dawn.


Gortash becoming Archduke, and no invitation for Boo? Let us go to Wyrm's Rock and teach him some manners.<br>


I didn't want to believe...


Serious or not, it's something.


This should burn going down.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Worse? It could be the best thing that ever happened to me. To <i>us</i>.


The drink - it's turned necrotic!


Another way to open it, you say, Boo?


Just a short time ago, she pretended to be angry at Boo for rolling around in her herb-pouch.


Just out of view.


Breeze must be blowing inland today. Bringing in the stench of the foundry.


Something to turn the tide.


Wonder if I missed my calling as a smith.


So many roads, dry hay, coarse feed - but all worth it to be back here again. Nothing tastes as sweet as the grass of home.


If you would permit it, I can show you first-hand.


Grab it, now!


These Selûnite words do nothing.


We're running out of time - you <i>have</i> to find it. Or come dawn, he'll be back, and he'll kill us both.


Another letter from Orin. How is she getting so close to us?


Not like this, Minthara!<br>


I wonder what the next move is.<br>


*This merregon is charming the displacer, for its master. It has potions to control the beast's behaviour.*


A lone cub isn't much of a threat...


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


Make sure Mamzell knows, 'cross the way at the Caress. Ye gods, she'll be right unsettled.


Auribus teneo lupum!


Wait - you. What in Shar's shitting shadows have <i>you</i> come back for?


I have nothing left to say to you.


Hmph.


Happy the nautiloid intervened before we snapped each others' necks.


Hm. Seems like the best way.


No time to lose.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 3


Fortunately for you, the slithering vermin I hunt has my attention - for now.


We'll need a cover story...


Your knight in magic armour.


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


No. Everyone must learn. Right from wrong. Good from bad.


Laughter


Every breath in this place reeks of corruption. I will return to camp. The air is cleaner there.


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


Ketheric Thorm is waiting for us. Are we ready?


Here it comes.


Yes, yes, yes! Slit and slice and chop and bleed them. Not a soul left alive!


The Blade of Frontiers!


The book was clear - I need to fight myself if I'm to pass this trial.


*You see an altar dedicated to Selûne.*


Though as I'm sure you agree, kin, the <i>maunthrek </i>swill in this city's no match for a good Tymantheran brew.


You were only doing your job, but still, thanks for killing those rats. Now I can repose decorously in peace.


The engravings on the ring match the language on that strange door. I still can't read it, though.


*The herbs you know for salving sores would take effect immediately. It seems unlikely this child's mother will return.*


A girl like that needs advice, not a dagger in the gut.


As is Voss' contact in the city. Together, they would be the end of an empire, and the rise of the <i>ghaik</i>.


Don't get used to it. One taste of regal power might have you craving more.


An item, perhaps. One that resonates with your spiritual energies. The spirits will help me decide, once the task is performed.


Wyll, there's something you must know. I should've told you sooner, but I'd hoped somehow your father would return to us.


We could have been allies, partners... friends.


You are the entirety of you. Every path outward leads to adventures yet unknown. Every path inward leads to dreams eternally fulfilled.


It is a proud moment when one sees one's teachings so lovingly taken to heart.


Crescit eundo!


All right, erm, 'hearts aquiver, we raised our bows...'


Courage has played its part in this story, my friend. Caution will see you live to tell it.


Lead us on, my unholy liege, to slaughter on a scale the world has never seen.


<i>Tnak</i>. Fine. Hope Gribbo drinks it. At least then she'll shut up 'bout her bloody pigeon!


What's there to understand? We've gained the upper hand and I for one intend to keep it that way.


Ah, you did <i>not</i> see me. A peer of the Parliament openly walking the Guildhall would sell a few copies of Baldur's Mouth, I expect.


Maybe I should... no, this is good.


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


And here lies M Kurwin. Well, well - Nine-Fingers' correspondent mentioned this grave.


We'd be wise to fear the trees themselves. It feels like the forest itself longs for our destruction.


I am iron, steel, and silver. I am our Mother's blade. <i>Ch'mar, zal'a Gith!</i>


Huh. A rather vain puzzle, if I may say so.


Buried in the Selûnite manner. With great haste, by all appearances.


When you tried to control the Weave - when it all went, pardon my language, belly up - I was terrified.


That disc just moved - it must be linked to the offerings on the altar.


A little magic never hurt.


Huh. This goes very far down. We'll have to go in to see the bottom.


*The circle's power remains. To be used, or destroyed.*


*What is this Astral Prism? Who is this dream figure? And what makes Vlaakith so desperate to slay them?*


<i>Then we must be very careful. </i>


<i>Words of mine will </i>- urgh.


We were bound for Baldur's Gate, and it was too late to turn back. Elturel had no place for tieflings after the Descent.


You're all right! Thank goodness, I was worried they'd got you too.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Maybe it's better if we're friends for now? You're precious to me and I don't want to lose you, but this is a lot.


And it's taking place beneath 'Candulhallow's Tombstones'.


T-two...


Don't move.


Our time has come, son. Together, we will usher in a new dawn.


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


Effort v3


Of course. Forgive me.


Something of use, perhaps?


*You notice the tell-tale clumsiness of goblins, alongside something more light-footed - drow.*


Nonsense. Bloodshed is for battle, and flattery for the triumph after.


You were in fear of your life at the hands of this <i>unarmed bard</i>?


How excellent. Here is, as promised, your reward.


I've lost good people to the wizard that owns that shop. <i>Lorroakan</i>. Offered a huge pile of cash to chase down some relic called the 'Nightsong'.


He says I am the last. That the other subjects have all changed.


There is nothing better than leaving in a blaze of glory.


Soldier.<br>


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


Ah - the drow corpse spoke of this book. Disguised by magic, it seems.


No bleeding out on my watch.


Can't believe we both made it to the city - <i>and </i>with our limbs attached.


Something's waiting up ahead.


What a sight. We chose a powerful ally.


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


Florrick's done for unless someone helps her soon.


Careful, girl. You may not like what you find.


If she's Isobel Thorm - Ketheric is her father? Is that even possible?


Long abandoned. No more worship, no more prayers.


No time to talk. I have clients to brief, and they're sharp as spoons.


Piss-addled pontificator.


Real hagginess about this place. Think we've found Ethel's lair.


Certainly not.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Impero mortuos!


Never made a habit of that before. Don't see why you'd start now.


<i>Darkness shan't find thee - the shadows despair.</i>


I regret this already.


I can feel it, in your head. You follow someone else's orders. I'll deal with them, not you.


It'd be madness to attack a vampire stronghold at night. Better just rest and wait for sunrise.


Bet this idol has a bit of divine spark left. Something Gale can use.


Her free will gone, as soon as the elder brain willed it. What else is it capable of...?


I can't blame you. Who wouldn't want a hero of the classic mould for a lover - and heir to a noble house, to boot?


Incende!


That's all.


Hag trickery! Don't let it -


Shadowheart - aid us!


I will assist!


The only kind I have.


Probably a waste of time.


Agree, and I will bring my Assassins to heel. They watch you always, longing to spray the crimson from your veins.


Ah, the world just got a little less wretched.


As keen as I am to survive, the option remains - and we have vanishingly few others. I daresay none.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


It's all right. I'm all right. Have to move rocks.


Corpora sana!<br>v3


There I shall be.


What if no one ever talks to me again?! NOOOOOOOO!


Of course I do. But I find a Baldurian audience prefers Baldurian songs, so if you'd be so kind - step aside to make room for the coins to fall.


Heave ho!


Tara! <i>No!</i>


What do we do with runaways, Viss?


Well, my coin is on you. Just do your best, all right?


Allow me.


You're right, you're right. We Fists had to <i>proper</i> fight back then.


You are delusional - the Crown is how we <i>controlled</i> you!


Now, that will be a nice surprise for Ketheric.


Perhaps I was too swift to put up my blades. But we will not play into your father's hands this night.


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


<i>Difficult to get a good day's trade done when I'm expected to keep watch for Shadowheart at the same time. Who knows when she'll finally turn up?</i>


I must say, if this a practical joke, it's of distinctly poor taste.


Muddy footprints all over.


*The corpse regards you lifelessly.*


Don't worry about my 'wound' - it gives me a reason to keep an eye on those tanglefoot Bright lads. I'd like to keep them out of trouble.


Damn. Some of these mushrooms are illusions.


Statues? Strange...


A cave. Best stay sharp - I've been out of the dark for a while.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


-spies-- --ABSOLUTISTS--
 -enemies--
 DIE


No no <i>no</i>. Release me, before that thing detonates!


I know. Bit strange, isn't it? But then you have to be open to trying new things.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


And anyone that can crash a mind flayer ship and walk away seems like a good person to know.


... we have... no one... only... each other...


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


Gods. I wasn't prepared...


Sob<br>var 3


Jaheira! You will be avenged.


You - you're the one who saved us. It's an honour, sir!


The follies of youth. I have no need to daub walls in other to be remembered now.


Toril, and whatever lies beyond the stars.


And I wish I was drinking out of the skulls of everyone who's ever wronged me. Life is tough.


Good. Your instincts are correct.


The invisible force holding Baldur's Gate together. Without him, the city's collapse is certain.


Oh my goodness, that's a yes! HAH! I can't believe it. You took care of that pain in my arse without me <i>asking?</i>


Not while I'm fighting.


Oh - you! I almost didn't recognise you. Glad you made it. But I don't know how much longer we'll be here. Something's... <i>happening.</i>


Hey! Could you please redirect your not so friendly fire?


Esto perpetua!


That feels good.


Poor fellow. This shield was no match for a red dragon's breath.


Bit flowersome, but you got something there. Go on in - reckon you can polish it up some once you've seen the place.


The journey back to Baldur's Gate won't be easier, but your task here is harder still. Tymora be with you.


I'd swear that ox's gaze is following me.


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


I don't want to free him. I want to kill him.


UnderstandAh<br>var 2


She's too strong. You have to turn around. Go - let me buy you some time. She's coming for you.


*Another memory seizes your mind. You race through the burning wastes of Avernus.*


Ha ha ha! Very good! And you're a pain in the <i>arm</i>!


Oh. Ah. Thank you. I didn't do much, though.


You will make peace with all who seek shelter here. It is the will of Silvanus.


An invisibility spell works too, you know.<br>


Correct. Now, tell me - how excited are you to dig your stubby little fingers into a corpse's brain?


But I - How am I supposed to -


An admirable instinct, but you're biting off more than you can chew.


The Absolute wants the Prism. The githyanki want the Prism. Shar wants the Prism too. Phew, this thing means an awful lot to a lot of people.


We should do what we can to find them - what they know could help us.


No. Minsc has not always done what is right - but evil is evil. It is a choice - and Nine-Fingers made hers a long time ago.


MINE. MINE!


Well done. Did you learn how we might untether Ketheric from this Nightsong?


No matter. The city, the <i>future</i>. It's done.


Fall by my hand!


You should know better than most, Karlach, the risks of falling out of my favour.


*You see another vision: your lifeless body, wrapped in tendrils. The sovereign is <i>threatening</i> you.*


*You can think of no way to void a devil's pact.*


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 1


Unless Master Raphael decides otherwise, of course.


Speak, Benjamin! Is she safe?


We will not let you leave empty-handed, though. Make sure you speak to Omeluum before you leave.


Wot are you s'posed to be? You look like a dead elf wot got left out in the sun for too long.


What just happened?


*You can almost taste the fluid beneath his scalp, cushioning that sweet, dense brain, and the power within it.*


Necklace has a Harper sigil. Why were they here?


Tu es nihil!


Dead goblins over there. Worth checking for supplies maybe.


Oh, I've given up. I've scrubbed, I've washed, I've polished - all for nothing. She doesn't notice me.


My fingerwork stands to me.


Connor always said you can find anything in that city. Remember?


Weapon blueprints that use sussur bark? Rare find.


Try to do better.


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Sounds ominous.


Attack<br>var 4


There's figures hiding in the foliage - might be a trap.


She will not bend to your will. No matter - it will be my pleasure to break you both, instead. In my Father's name.


Best be on my way.<br>


Away, eye-watering stench!


*You've been caught stealing. This guard looks ready to cut your sentence violently short.*


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


Perhaps you fear happiness. It is not as uncommon as you may think.


Hyenas birthing gnolls? How horrid.


Our trap? I can't help but feel that we're the ones backed into a corner.


*The myconid cloaks you in dream: duergar spore servants shambling toward you in unison.*


Right, but unwise. I was forced to retreat into the countryside. To paint, and clear my head. To choose, I suppose.


There's no cure for a broken heart, but a bit of sunlight and fresh air helps. Sometimes.


This is nothing but junk!


I've built something unique for just that purpose.


Escape?! Escape!


Oh, there is, there is!


Make sure you tell it right. Don't leave anything out!


Non fit injura!


When I was hunting you, I was to bring you back here. To interrogate you, discover how to save our children, and then destroy you.


For years now, this curse has consumed all light and life. It spits out only darkness and despair.


Gods, what are these wretched things?


What do you know of infernal machinery?


That is tempting...


- eliminate them and enter the Prism yourself. See that protocol is done.


Stop... stop yelling at me! Or I'll call Mol!


Perhaps he does. Would you begrudge me the chance to make things right, Elminster?


Huh. Don't know how much help you can be, really.


Head up high, kid. To fight your enemy, you need to see 'em.


Take me with you!


A rotten heart beats no more. Good riddance.


What is this bright tower? Strange.


You are mine. I will not lose you.


Give a <i>Light</i> spell a try. That should get us into that chest.


Effort v3


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


We've been gone too long as it is. Now is not the time to dilly-dally.


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


Effort v4


<i>Forget these minions - I need to take control of the brain!</i>


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


Macte virtute!


Expello te!


Pull yourself together.


I'm sorry.


He has not gone far, but given the sensitivity of his nature, I would prefer that he is not free to roam the city.


<i>Ketheric. </i>I welcome the sight of him, after these hundred years. He whose immortality I supply with my very soul.


Being hoisted 2


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


Limp-witted slick-licker.


Let's use this.


Demento te!<br>v3


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


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


There we are. Only the news that's fit to print.


I always dreamed of walking these halls, you know - enjoying the luxury of the ducal palace. And look at it now.


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


Hm. Buy me some protective gloves, and I'm all for it.


More busywork? That's royalty for you - everyone's their servant.


Death's close at hand.


You were not conceived. Bhaal sculpted you from a drop of his own gore.


Umbrae!


Well-counted. I recommend keeping thy distance for a moment.


That's for <i>me</i> to know, isn't it?


I told you I wasn't afraid. Those goblins look <i>tiny.</i>


My hamster can smell your lies, villain. Foul not his little nose.


I think a quick death is the best one could hope for.


Not that you'll be grateful.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


<i>The only way we were ever going to get close enough to the brain to destroy it was by working together.</i>


Not all right, man. Should've told us you were a bloodsucker.


My eye!


<i>Finally. </i>Goodnight, Carrion.


Maior, fortior!


You'll be the General's favourite after this.


Hells - what did that mind flayer do to me?


We must talk of the horrors you saw below.


I doubt Shar would take kindly to anyone meddling in her little project, though.


A mephit?!


Let's just hope you're right. Otherwise we're just aiding the enemy.


As much as I enjoy your company, I'm not willing to kill you just to wring out a few last moments.


As chairman of the fellowship of financiers, I can assure you we'd reward you well for the return of the coin he took.


Better a quick draught than ceremorphosis, nonetheless.


I'll see you soon, I'm sure, Mr Dekarios. Do take care of yourself, all right?


They got paintings in those?


Wizards. Entrusting arcane power to every page.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 2


Hehe. Think you can find me...?


I just damn near chopped my finger off. This had better be good.


Nobody I'd rather whisper to more.<br>


But it... doesn't sound like such a bad idea. Goodnight, and thank you.


<i>This wretch has left destruction in his wake, made me a mockery. He will bring me the Netherstone - and then I will crush him.</i>


Always.


Oh yes, I'm fine. I just-... feel awful.


Aqua pura!<br>v3


Missing - 'Zola'. 'Rascal'. And on the list goes. Why do those names - oh, hells. Those bloody collars...


...Eh, <i>respectfully</i>, True Soul.


A wise man learns from his mistakes, and strives not to repeat them. I shall bring the Crown to Mystra.


Hm. Seems like the best way.


<i>Tsk'va</i>. A failed prophecy. The Prince of the Comet will not live long enough to seize Vlaakith's throne.


I just don't know what 'real' looks like. Not after two hundred years playing the rake.


He was... he<i> is </i>afraid of the dark.


I just hope the old man's true to his word.


I want to be the first to put it to the torch.


Always at your side.


((*here, I break ground. from the dark will a mighty Circle <b>rise</b>. my song will fill the Grotto!*))


*At least the mortal world will be safe from the temptation of the Crown. But you...*


SmileClosed<br>var 1


Looks like a shrine to Selûne over there.<br>


This will all be over. The ritual's almost finished.


When the time comes, Astarion will have his revenge I'm sure. And it will be richly deserved. But not yet, so what can I do for you?


There's no getting through.


Over here!


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


Tempting, but your party seems a little crowded right now. I like to have my space.


Got yourself in trouble?<br>


Drunk <br>V2


You're not.


*The rothé tenses, then nods.*


I - I was scared. They said when the rite was over, we'd have to leave.


You've known me long enough, Vistra. When <i>haven't</i> I?


He was interesting company, all things considered. Pretty, arrogant, and bitey. Like a cat.


Viam sapientiae!


Bodies for the harvest!


*This is the pool that <i>thing </i>came from - the parasite now writhing behind your eye.*


BreathShortClosed<br>var 2


Invoco te<br>v2


But you're right, this isn't the time. Cazador is our objective - nothing can distract me from that.


Show them how to fear.


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


A dozen. It was as though Lord Bhaal himself was by my side.


Gustas dulcis!


Must have been quite a mirror, before it was smashed.


I refuse to be assaulted by furniture. Desist!


I have never killed a hag before. Let's make her scream.


Well, I didn't pick this scar up in battle. I was in wildshape, only I forgot it was the season when bears are particularly social. A she-bear claimed me as her own - and did not appreciate being spurned.


The next step is yours alone to take. Make it a careful one.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


Sounds like they've captured themselves a bard...


Very well.


<i>You</i> - these grounds are under my protection. Threaten another, and I will strike you down with the full mete of Kelemvor's judgement.


Fronti nulla fides!


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


Now, your arm, please. You don't have time for games.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Honestly, that about describes him. Over a certain size, well... you all begin to look the same. My eyesight, you see.


It doesn't do to keep a wizard waiting, especially one of Elminster's reputation. Not to mention appetite. We should join him in camp at the first opportunity.


*Somebody's been murdered - and you're under suspicion.*


This must have belonged to Lenore's dog. Definitely magical, too.


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


This Nightsong sounds like the source of Ketheric's immortality.


All that beautiful engineering, destroyed. Such a waste.


Nature's blessings. I thought you'd be on your way by now... unless you changed your mind?


*You try to control yourself, but it's too much. The hunger takes over.*


Stop! You can't go back there.


Might as well.


Listen, you!


BreathLongClosed<br>var 2


You were in it, so it was certainly... <i>lively</i>.


We're farmers, Griss - what are we going to do in the city?


You're one of the collectors from downstairs, I suppose? As you're up here, you might be interested in the atelier.


Glacies!


So why are you here instead of out there, looking for him?


No words of wisdom before you go?


Pride is a virtue.