Once I know what that purpose was, maybe a plan will present itself. But for now I just need to scratch this itch.


*You've seen similar books in wizard's libraries - a tome on Thayan magic. A rare and expensive find, but people have gone mad reading less dangerous texts.*


Piss. The <i>drugh.</i> Off.


Twit, twat, twerp.


I won't.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Welcome back. Don't break anything.


... <i>assuming</i> I believe you - not really, no. Never much liked Zarys, truth be told.


A Moonlantern, I wager. There's no overstating the advantage we'll gain with that light.


My venom more devastating?


Sol Invictus!


Clause G, Section Nine: <i>'Targets shall be limited to the infernal, the demonic, the heartless, and the soulless.'</i>


Dolor!


*The device is too powerful. You hold no sway over it.*


A shipment of toys - and not quite as cuddlesome as they seem, based on that letter.


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


Snore
zzZzz


Not no more.


Demento te!<br>v3


Hope the forge is close by - I'm sweating from the heat.


Blessings, True Soul. We're to march soon - thanks to you.


I don't quite see how that's relevant...


Victory<br>


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


Foul play afoot or tragic accident? The Baldur's Mouth investigates.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


I swear I did everything I could to save him. I swear it by all I hold dear.


That should work.<br>


*This has been your life's purpose. Could Vlaakith truly intend to consume your life force to strengthen her own?*


No choice but to keep going.<br>


Don't bleed out on me.


The goblins will be out for blood after what happened at the grove.


There's a refugee labour crisis on. Any country merchant with half a copper could hire a fleet of butlers.


You, a True Soul? I'd be shakin' in my boots if you were, but all I'm feelin' is the urge to see your guts.


Rosie's going to think I've taken up the drink again.


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


*The tadpole reveals your mind to Lae'zel. She knows you refused to bargain with Raphael.*


I am the immortal Cazador Szarr. And I always get what I want.


Have you really?


Shall we?


Looking to prove yourself, are you? Carve your name in the guildmaster's good books?


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


Te occludo oculos!


There's optimism and then there's stupid, hun.


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


Do web-weaving spiders fill you with terror? Then face them.


We're gonna see the mummy, the dryad, the djinni - everything! So don't even <i>think </i>about trying to stop us.


Who's the stubborn one now?


Canto te!<br>v3


<i>Go then, leave - the dark will still be waiting. But keep some memories as a parting gift. </i>


Feet light as feathers, and softer than Boo's.


Where would you be without me?


Wow! Thanks! My mum would like this. She's the best cook in the world. And she taught me too.


Dying Burning<br>v3


VO_SFX : Spit


Indeed I did. But, dear Caitlin, not everything made it to print.


The peddler's daughter? I - I won't stand for this!


Ide keeps asking Mol if she's all right. Heh. She acts tough, but she was super worried about Mol.


Don't follow me - find your own way.


I'm sorry, Mr Mercer. It was an accident!


Para bellum!


You're lying...


Attack<br>var 3


This soul awaits thy command.


A monument to Lathander, god of dawn - and killer of Helm's lover. The bastard.


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


Communication is key.


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


Back to the anus that spat you out.


If you cannot find a bear to be the bearer of your ring, Boo would like you to know that <i>he</i> is available.


If not over, then through.


How you screamed as my knife slit your skull, your brain juices sticky and sweet.


Hello again, saer - what can I do for you?


<i>It was not a judgement on your abilities. It was simply the result of my calculations, given the likely outcomes of such a rescue attempt.</i>


I'm taking the rest of us 'cross the lake. Safer shores and all that.


I could cut them up - or perhaps incinerate them?


Begone, pox-faced loon.


It's a little obvious, frankly.


Sorry, sir. Meat ain't ready yet - dwarves take an age to roast.


Listen, you!


Terrible to think of the atrocities these walls have been witness to.


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


Control yourself - you are as uncouth as the goblins. The slaughter at the Grove will not begin until you have prepared the way.


I was so scared I just hid.


We should rest these weary bones of ours.


How, uh, how can you tell?


That wall's an illusion! Hiding what, I wonder...


You know, I can't tell if it's mourning, angry, or just hungry.


All I wanted was a bit of hay, a good brushing, and a clean stall. The simple life. <i>IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK?!</i>


Let's cut a purse.


Burned alive. What a bleak end.


But they were already imbued with Netherese magic - so where did that magic come from?


*Your father's tadpole clenches as your memories flow into him.*


Oh, bravo! Encore!


*A memory: the beast daubs the symbol of the Absolute on a cave wall in blood.*


Muddy footprints. How did these get here?


I've had plenty of practice, unfortunately.


Effort v11


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


Poxy pissered pervert!


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


Of course I shall help.


<i>Hand me the stones, Gale. It is the only way we will guarantee our success. </i>


Seems the owner of this place is responsible for those explosive stuffed bears in the barn.<br>


Isobel's sarcophagus. Before Ketheric brought her back.


<i>Rolan - bring the fire. NOW!</i>


Intellego!


The cultists and their bastard god are to blame. Nobody else.


It's one thing to be sculpted, another to become the sculpture. That was a close call.


All right, Krank. Ready, aim -


Lord... Lord Bhaal offered you <i>everything</i>... And... yet...


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


Dying Panic Fall


Lord Rotblood.


Impero mortuos!


But these days it's hard to tell if I'm reading the Baldur's Mouth or Gortash's diary!


*The dog watches the corpse, a quiet whine escaping with every breath.*


Go to sleep. Our hunt resumes at sunup.


What? Don't joke about that. He'll come back, he always does. He's probably just gone to get more coal for the forge, or visit one of the ore mines...


Seems I recall telling you not to come back without my people.


That's it. We're dead, thanks to you.


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


No, not Kerri. It's me, Fireliia. Your wife.


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


Food. Sundries. Toys, even. What would you expect for people who've lost everything?


I promise you - my offer is a perfectly sober one. So, what do you say?


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


Then we better be sure the githyanki prince will stand with us.


Bloody hells, <i>help!</i>


Whoever did it left quite some claw marks. Maybe the missing druid?


Every house has an entrance, Lae'zel - even those in the Hells. A diabolist in this very city might know the way.


I speak not with malice, but with prudence.


A shame the grace period ends. The viper's fangs have been bared. She must guard her brood.


I'll write an anonymous account of your heroism, then! None will know your name, yet your doings will live on!


<i>Everything</i> is for sale. And you'd do well to sell while your stock has value - in desperate times, the price of honour plummets.


With that amulet, the Lord of Murder has claimed you. Let us see what you make of his 'gift'.


Ah, the mushroom hunter! Have you made any new discoveries?


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


Moonrise... Towers...


You see? It matters not if you raze this place, if you slay every one of your brothers and sisters. That was never where my power resided.


Something to do with the shadow curse? I truly hope this blight isn't spreading...<br>


Invisible me.


Better than nothing.


Looks like someone wanted to bury their secrets.


Try to keep up.


Gortash. Said you didn't even give notice.


You can't see me.


You've come from the shadows and wasted no time accusing one of our companions of treason. It's all a little... odd.


This whole place reeks of necromancy.


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


Always another evil to correct, always another monster to slay.


*For the first time in too long, you can afford to dream of the future. So what shall it be?*


Gale of Waterdeep: a limp passion.


It's that bloody mask. Take it off. <i>Now!</i>


I am battered, but nev'r did bow. Mine coronet bears the blunt of endless blades, but I can nev'r move.


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


*The content of  the broadsheet is troubling. You feature heavily in the central article, lambasted as a danger to the city.*


<i>Called himself 'the lash of Bane'. The fucker who sold me to Zariel is working for the god of tyranny.</i>


Dying


You have squandered your inheritance. Oaf, Bhaal<i>slug</i>!


Then <i>why </i>are you reporting, soldier? Interrupt me again, and you will serve Disciple Balthazar instead. Do you want that?


Vos curo!<br>v3


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


It is not fealty I ask, merely a great favour on behalf of my city.


The gith god-queen is dreadful to behold. I understand now why Lae'zel admires her.


We have no choice - attack!


A slate written in ancient <i>tir'su </i>- more princely stories, I'd guess. Lae'zel will know for certain.


No, Karlach. Stay with me, please. We've shared too much to part like this.<br>


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Let's turn the tables.


Let us have words.


*This clock does not measure the passage of time. Perhaps it measures how much time remains?*<br>


What about the other gnome? Ain't we s'posed to bring him to -


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


Hah! We're two peas in a pod, sweetie. What's life without a little fun, eh?


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


<i>Welcome to the Society of Brilliance.</i>


Stuck tight. This battle cannot be avoided.


Tu es nihil!


Wait. Wait. Warn you! About the book! Master Illy loves the book. Horny for it!


Hold your horses. I came here to find you, petal, and cut your pretty little head off.


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


Not like we can even turn around and leave now - Absolute's hemmed us in good and proper.


Cut down by goblins. How cruel.


Strange - the dust on the leftmost door has been wiped clean.


--not out---
    -inward--
--you are here - here is you--


Don't touch me. Don't touch me!


Can't we just use something else?


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


Not all gods are worthy of gratitude.


Impressive. I don't think even Baldur's Gate's is so large.


A devil wielding the might of Karsus... it would be the end of <i>everything</i>.


People up ahead. Something's wrong...


Dolor!


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


UnderstandAh<br>var 2


Lend me your ear.


Great. Another one.


Holy hells. <i>Under-elf.</i>


Malleus!


A promise made, a promise kept.


Effort v9


What a curious mask...


Indeed.


That orb's about to explode - and I speak from some experience. <br>


Hm. I... seem to have misplaced it. It was a fine bauble, a replacement for your eye.


I'm a... Oh, goodness! You said it! Wondrous day! I <i>am</i> a good dog.


*Your friends and enemies alike are ripe for manipulation, and if not manipulation, then <i>consumption</i>.*


You - you want a drink? Let's get one for the road.


Omeluum! Are you well?


Duke Ravengard - he still lives?


Kled can travel the Realms, can help people not feel scared of hags. Yes! Kled can do it.


*Your mind lurches, reeling suddenly as if... bitten.*


You wouldn't believe how often we get that one in here.


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


Malleus! v2


Open up.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


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


Hnhgh. I wish I had the honour you did of walking <i>toe to toe</i>, always on the <i>very ground itself </i>the Master treads on.


I fear what awaits you will be difficult. There are few places you could go where your new form will not inspire fear, anger... <i>violence</i>.


This place is trapped.


Stuck? Seriously?<br>


Corruptus!


Revenge... for... selling him... had no... choice...


Effort v6


I pray the Treefather nourishes Kagha's wounded soul, now that she is dead.


*The cold blades lose their edge. You are stalwart, turning that tide of fear against itself.*


Thank you. I would hate to have to flee from the shadow curse once again.


This is no time for butter-fingers. Better fetch that little monstrosity.


Dodge
v2


Got ourselves competition already! That's our ship!


'Here lies Connor - beloved husband, and a tasty little morsel to boot.'


I honestly don't mind what we do, once we get - ow!


Between the Steel Watch and the Stone Lord, the Guild have barely got the strength to look after their own.


Why is this made of <i>paper</i>?


Bet that will fit in my pack.


We must speak.<br>


*As you and your Butler perform a vivisection, Sceleritas' claw slips, calipers cutting the aorta of the living, screaming victim...*


I didn't think anyone would come for me.


Blessings from the Moonmaiden - and bearing the same symbol as that chest.


Hrm. I'd be irresponsible not to debunk such a strange claim.


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


Corellon's star! That is <i>grotesque</i>.


Your spirit is mine.


Stop fussing! One of those Gondian scrapheaps waylaid us at the gates is all.


If you don't kill them, the elder brain will. It doesn't have feelings in the way you'd understand them - but it seems rather angry.


Help us, Jen. I can let go, now I've seen your face again.


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


*As she looks you up and down, her mind touches yours - you feel her hand at your neck, her lips closing around yours.*


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


And we can sell it once we get to the city. Thing like that's gotta be worth a small fortune.


Hung them here as a warning. Ain't no one <i>drughs</i> with Clan Flameshade.


<i>Shut it, you!</i>  I'm talking to... my Chosen! Chosen got <i>power </i>- you want power, don't ya?


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 3


Ah - I see treachery at every turn. Not every duergar proves faithful to the Absolute.


You will not leave this room until it is done.


Dying Freezing to Death


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


It sparkles resplendently! I shall be back after your next triumph.


Bring me an egg I can deliver to the Society and you will be well rewarded.


Fortunately, this need no longer be a concern. Not until I meet the Heart of the Absolute - whatever that is.


Staying out of sight.


Still holding fast.


<i>Risked mind, limb, and freedom.</i>


With a flick of the wrist.


Hey. That's close enough. You ain't no Harper and you ain't no Fist. Don't need the likes of you crashing our party.


A minor detail.


Your parents will soon be well again, and you will have much to catch up on. Something to look forward to, once the world is safe again.


Damn knots...


You've quite the appetite, Halsin. I'd wager you've bedded more of your foes than you've felled.


And let Oskar walk away? No, I won't do it.


Can she possibly be Ketheric's daughter?


Aqua pura!


Can't think... Can't get rid of his voice...


Thought you'd left us to our fate, running off like you did. Glad I was wrong.


Hold on, I shall free you.


Then you will die, along with every other soul in this city.


I'd like that. And he would too, I think. All right, I'll do it. I <i>want </i>to do it.


Invoco te!<br>v3


Maybe we should ask someone else?


Perhaps Lady Shar is testing me somehow... perhaps not. I don't know, in short.


Yield - to the wrath of Bhaal!


Let me guess. You'd rather take the surface.


Gortash's got Ravengard on his side. That should tell you something.


What will happen to the grove? To us?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


*A cluster of spiders scuttle inside the crevice.*


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


Hmph. I thought you were Halsin.


Ha! Can thou endure?


*Doubt clouds Ragzlin's skull. Might he suspect the truth?*


Your father too, if our fortunes are so kind.


That was on purpose!


When are we not doing something dangerous? Give me a chance - I think I can help you understand.


Once the blood and guts are gone, it will be much better.


Pipe down!


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Cheers!


I'm sure you call yourselves that - but there's no crew paying tribute under that name. And you don't want to owe the Guild money.


As for myself: I'm a pragmatic. I see the silence before the storm.


I think that's another tressym...


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


You are late for our celebration - the doors are sealed.


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


BE CAREFUL! That's my only vial!


I <i>am</i>, thank you.


Should we return to the temple?


I won't stop trying to figure out a cure, but... at this point, I think I might be beaten.


<i>What?</i> You know where mum is? Tell Rion - quickly!


Oh yes, you're <i>lovely</i>. You can come back.


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


I was hoping you'd come by.


It's gone. I felt so strong - where did that come from?


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


Every house has an entrance, <i>istik</i> - even those in the Hells. A diabolist in this very city might know the way.


Effort v10


Already feeling better.


Best if you find someone else to bother. I've got standards about who I talk to.


Pizzled rancour!


Xargrim... Dhourn...


Odd.


What in the hells? You're a vampire!


Needs light to work, he says. We had a chat - turns out he needs his eyes more.


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


A true pleasure this will be, Bhaalspawn. Whether to kill you or to be killed by you.


Stash? I - I don't know anything about that. I've been guarding this room the whole time.


Found... by monsters... innocents... colleagues...


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


Begone, putrid boil!


My Guild was too fractured to stand up to the Absolute - too corrupt to see the threat within. I reckon a little bit of hamster-talk might be good for them.


A devil? I didn't take the Blade for a fool. I'm - <i>ngh! </i>


Come on. Can't stay idle.


Is this just for decoration? Useless.<br>


Gith warriors? Some must have fallen to the curse.


A magic keyword. That'll help us in the Archive.<br>


That's that settled.


Liar. I'll see about sneaking you some lunch.


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


And look at you! Now you're your perfect self again.


No, we won't. From now on we'll only make new, interesting mistakes.


I can't tell if you're my good luck charm, or an omen of my every misfortunate.


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


I can't give it back, though. It's already in the stash.


Look at that beast. Seems almost too big to take flight.


Such unrelenting power. Is that what we're up against?


There's nothing that tasty lurking out in the woods, but I'll make do. Sweet dreams.


Look, I - I don't have much...


Pipe down!


Wait. There's more you need to know.


You cannot. You will not. Without your spear, you are as a lamb before a lion.


Magical lights. But how to turn them on?


No matter. All you see is what I want you to see.


Might I suggest getting it back? I don't travel with you for your personality, you know.


*You catch the scent of blood mixed with urine. This person died in pain. They died <i>afraid</i>.*


That's the stuff!


But Minsc would be dead. You are heard and understood, Rion.


Either your face is decorated with fresh bruises, or you are blushing like a lovesick youth.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


A bar is only as good as its cellars. Which vintages can we expect to find on their racks?


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


It's time I scram, before the buggers at Moonrise charge in.


Nice and quiet now.


Lapis root? Saffa? These do not grow in such a wet climate.


Why are people being so<i> loud </i>inside? Some of us are trying to relax.


You were interested in the <i>zaith'isk</i>.


That didn't work out the way you imagined, I reckon.


*But this body seems different. A friend calls out from the corpse, desperate to be freed.*


A rune. But for what?


I'd lodge a complaint, but they've ignored the last five. That Upper City lot could give less of a shit about us.


*The servant says what it can: absolutely nothing.*


*But first you will rule. Then, you will ruin.*


SFX_VO: I took a deep breath - and ROARED.*


He'd have liked that. Thanks.


Why is this made of <i>paper</i>?


I should have allied myself with a boulder.


Replete with ribaldry, as always. Well, you could provide no better proof that you are not, in fact, about to turn into a mind flayer.


Whoever did it left quite some claw marks. Maybe the missing druid?


I've got one!


Dead. My enemies lurk in the shadows.


<i>Ohoho</i>. Let's get to it and see what shakes loose, pretty.


'West - Baldur's Gate. East - Elturel.'


Sniff<br>var 2


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


Born for this.


Sine metu!<br>v3


Don't be too wounded. Up until this moment, she was missing - presumed dead out in the shadowlands.


BreathLongOpen<br>ver 1


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


I warned you - I warned you of the consequences, yet you had to interfere!


Do not speak of a story you only know the half of.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


You were the one who took down Marcus, yeah? Nasty work.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


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


So, Lae'zel's finally seen the light and turned on your mistress.


Ah, the heroic Blade of Frontiers - so kind, so benevolent, until it's the <i>githyanki</i> who would suffer.


That slimy <i>bastard</i>. He hid it in me the whole time...


The Society believes a githyanki raised in a peaceful, nurturing environment can overcome its violent nature.


Are you working against me, or are you just simple?


And if you ain't who you say you are, I reckon you're fair game.


Well, <i>Astarion.</i> Boo is of good breeding, and so only speaks when he has something nice to say.


Dead drow and some skeletons. I wonder what happened.


The Absolute did not bring you here to assist me - She brought you here to die.


*With Isobel dead, the whole sanctuary will be flooded with blood... A <i>far </i>finer future than her taken alive.*


Dying Freezing to Death


You know, I can't tell if it's mourning, angry, or just hungry.


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


<b><i>Who do you think told the Chosen about the Astral Prism? </i></b>


Tag, you're IT! HA!


*The mystical map reveals the githyanki crèche within a temple at the mountain pass.*


Raphael's death is already causing quite a stir across the hells - it's a rare thing for a mortal to slay a devil of his stature.


Sob<br>var 1


A friend is in need.


Dying Panic Fall


My most perceptive prospective customer... Welcome back.


Mind if I butt in?


No doubt you'd have me flay her or cast her into a spiked pit. But the grove needs druids.


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


We need a strategy. And we need it now.


Hm. All right.


*Mizora treated you as a pet. She made your soul a mere plaything, and bid you choose between your father and your freedom.*


Why don't we just retrace our steps?


This could be the beginning of something. Two heroes against the world, enacting justice for those unable to seek their own.


Damn. I better get over there.


*Your words are unconvincing. You'll have to settle this the old-fashioned way.*


Come on then - let's have yeh.


Ah, this might be something.


*Yet you still feel like a novice, at times. To be the Chosen of Shar demands certain... gravitas.*


Dodge


Ouch. Well-earned.


I bring aid.


*You look the rocks over, but find no sign of a way through.*


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


You've made his century, you know. You're going to save us, Baldur's Gate - everyone, he says.


Recovered <br>V4


Be that as it may, you will sit quietly and watch as history is made.


This is gonna be a rush.


*There's life within the corpse yet - a tadpole, still fighting to survive.*


Go back to the street. It's much safer down there.


Is... is he gone? Gods, I hope he's gone...


Speech! SPEECH!


I know you face trials ahead. But when it is time, you will not face them alone. We will stand with you as best we can.


I much prefer it when I'm the one prowling in the shadows, about to strike.


You haven't seen my power, darling. You don't know the things I can do.


I trusted he would be sensible enough to exercise caution in this matter, and to seek the truth. By now, you are aware of the evil we are up against.


Good. Basket likes having more holes.


<i>You heard the elder brain.</i>


Effort v12


Not now, perhaps.


I'm sure that's very useful if you know what it means. Alas, I don't.


You saw what they did to Arabella for trying - a <i>child</i>.


These shadows made her something worse than her vices. What would it make of us, if we stay here too long?


Another trick up my sleeve.


SmileOpen<br>var 1


By the Black Hand - I told you to leave that alone!


That's no surprise. It looks <i>powerful</i>.


YES! That's it!


Oh no. She... she's dead.


Nothing interesting buried here.


Ketheric will be vulnerable, now. All we need to do is strike.


Ready and waiting. Well, certainly waiting.<br>


*The sovereign gifts you one more vision: a wall of vines parting to reveal glowing light.*


Dolor!


Master...


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


Looks like they were trying to hide. Didn't work.


Invoco te<br>v3


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


Well - whatever you're into.


Of course we can. You're the one that I want - the one that I love.


Somehow, citizen, Lord Gortash forgot to tell me. Isn't that strange?


Count yourself lucky. This place is usually so full that you wouldn't find room to sit your padded arse down.


Then please, a favour - notable figure to notable figure.


Not cruelty. Justice.


Weak


You don't know what it was like. There was no way out.


I'll be awake awhile anyway. I need some time to think things through. To process this.


Make a doorway from nothingness. Grant me passage.


What am I going to do now?


And then, a blinding light cuts through the darkness, like a blade through butter. All thanks to you, I hear.


I say, this Willoughby person has a smashing monocle, what?


<i>I trust you have aired opinions and grievances, and made your decision? Are you ready to become a mind flayer?</i>


Stupefacio!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


<i>Clearly</i> to practice your forest tracking.


Ooh, real tough gal. I'm quaking in my boots over here.


A small hurdle.


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


Ugh. I'll never remember everything. Why am I so stupid?


Rank, malodorous pustule.


A prayer book won't be much help to us in this place. We should leave it behind.


Effort v12


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


Caeco te!<br>v3


Stop there! Not one step further!


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)<br>v2


So be it. The next we meet, my blade will stained with Mizora's blood.


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


In that case, I've got just one thing to say - 'Meow'.


Explosive arrows. Here, take one of my old stock and begone.


Venustior!


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


No need to be shy, this is a <i>good</i> thing.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Love Shadowheart's new look. Softer, less severe. It suits her.


You have many talents, but subtlety isn't one of them.


Not so fast. After what you did at the gate, I'd like to know who I've let inside these walls.


You spherical git.


Some sort of magic blocking the way.


You bit me? You're a godsdamned vampire!


I'll wake you bright and early. We'll need to find a healer before the wee one gets hungry.


I will not fail you.


Safety's within reach. Just a little further.<br>


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


It shall be done.


I smell a trap.


*This shopkeeper would like to remind everyone that Angleiron's crafts are the FINEST in the realms and worth EVERY COPPER.*


Tremors. And nothing natural about them, I'd wager.


Time for a new approach.


Prison's the best I can hope for the ones we left behind. Zevlor seemed to think the cult wanted us alive.


It's important to remember those who have gone before us. I wish there were more like you.


Do I look like I was born in a bathtub?


Some dusty temple. It doesn't matter. They'll work my clan to death before they ever get near it.


You can walk among the cultists undetected; you can find the source of Ketheric's power.


Hush, spirits - I sense it too. Our guest brings with her the stench of Thrumbo's disobedience.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


Good and truth rarely go hand in hand, but in this case, they are happy bedfellows. And we can be, too.


One that feeds on his friends, no less.


K-keep him spinning! Make that birdie chirp!


--- Come to me - Find me -


The shadow-cursed lands... makes back home in the Underdark seem quaint.


You will lie and rot among them.


Why? I die. You die. We all die. Big woof! Have a treato - it'll make it better.


<i>The whole squad?</i> Damn it. Gekh's gone and screwed up. Nere'll lose his head over this.


Caeco te!<br>v3


Doesn't do anything.


You'd like that, wouldn't you? Set down my blade and watch as you plunge yours in my heart. Not a chance. I intend to live - over your dead body.


Please, oh, <i>please.</i>


How's life in the kitchens?


*Every night that passes is another night the monster inside you grows.*


That's it... Watch the life drip drop away.


Impressive. I don't think even Baldur's Gate's is so large.


We did what we did. Let's just see this through to the end.


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


*Flumphs reproduce asexually - this text contends exactly the opposite, with far too vivid details to match.*


Too great. I won't allow it, soldier.


Aridissimus!


'Nightsong' - not exactly a name I'd associate with the Absolute.


PRAISE MAHKLOOMPAH!


Old tentacle-head won't like that. Who knows how it'll react.


-you...-      - pawn-
             -thrall-
                         - PUPPET-


Well. In a pinch.


If you say so, but I'll be watching you.


Can you tell us what happened?


Hurt Critical<br>var2


CoughIll
var 4


Very good. Now less talk, and find that temple!


You have other matters to pursue, surely.


You've made your point, saer. And now I think you'll find that you'll be more comfortable downstairs in the guest area.


YOU MAY PASS THE RIVER. BUT FIRST YOU MUST PAY.


Farewell, my friend.


But if he messes with Zariel's faithful? He'll be turned to a lemure and answer to the Archduchess of Avernus.


Not much use anymore.


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


That skull is massive! A ghargatula, maybe. Horrendous beasts, as tall as they are  ferocious.


Hells yes.


Ah, but perhaps a mint wine. My palate needs cleansing. Though I've grown quite fond of Evermead...


Gods - this is pure shadow magic. To be one with the darkness and see.


On my way.<br>


*Belch.*


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


Let's get it over with.


Oh my gods. It's really happening. It's been so <i>long. </i>We've got the iron - let's do this thing!


Gortash betrays us, blood kin. He sets a leash to our slaughter, uses us to drive the herd towards his tin men's oppression.


One of this fella's mates woz a tasty-lookin' morsel, but he ain't ready for the spit yet.


<i>Deaddeaddead.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v12


I could take one of the guards. Maybe two.


Stop it! Listen to someone else for once.


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


There - let us try the stones on the tyrant's tiara!<br>


Still, I smell the tyrant's rot in the air. You have turned him grave meat at last.


This onslaught will never cease - we must forge ahead!


Nothing personal, but Boo does not like the look of you.


That way, perhaps we'll both survive the night.


Spare us, and I will begin prototyping the new Watcher. Immediately!


Something to turn the tide.


This is ludicrous! My complaints <i>will</i> be heard!


Are you satisfied?


Please - whatever Prince Orpheus asks of us, we must obey.


*No quake brought these rocks down - they were smashed through in an instant. Something big charged through here. Something very big.*


Go, child of Bhaal. Claim the crown of Karsus, control the Absolute, and command a horde fit to butcher this world in my name.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Curious - that stone there's been pried loose.


Protected from on high? Sounds like the drow - Master Halsin said he was tougher than he had any right to be.


I see you were shaped by d-arkness, not light. You are not Ilyn Toth.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Quite a spot, eh? Knocks the breath out of me to get up here, but the views are worth it.


*A shadow swims across your vision, and a familiar voice tells you to be calm. You are loved.*


Silvanus, guide my step.


Always room for more.


Others are more deserving.


She's formidable. But how many days of passion will you get out of her? How many nights? The Absolute will give you something that can last.


No, True Soul. Do not harm her. My instructions were clear: we must take the girl to Ketheric <i>alive</i>.


There has never been a need to.


I suppose it was. And don't worry - I'm not going to toss your belongings into the campfire or anything.


Fair enough. But try not to dally - that lantern's your key to survival.


Let's make the most of this.


If I must.


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


I like to think so. Especially when I smell machinery running itself out like a miniature giant space hamster on a cosmic wheel.


I can't say for certain, but we'll see it come to pass long before this place recedes behind us. Don't worry - all is at hand. We can depart whenever you're ready.


Deadlier than ever.


Let's see what comfort we can offer a grieving mother.


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


I knew you were dangerous, but I never thought you mad. It's time I put you down.


Perhaps you should leave the thinking to me, <i>istik</i>. Hand over the weapon.


I never meant to harm you, dear, merely to help you realise your vast potential.


Be on your way or I'll summon the City Watch to deal with you.


Dance with me. Bleed with me. Bruise me so that you might possess me.


*The cold white light of Selûne fills you with majestic wisdom and grace. Shine forth as the Moonmaiden shines.*


Now you see me...


Tonitrus!


Thank you very much.


*Mocking words drift back to you. 'This is the House of Hope.'*


Let me smooth the path a little.


This is his blessing, his consecration, and you are his scythe. Go forth and reap.


Attack


Te video!<br>v2


MEAT.


You three have been just guzzling the water recently. Save some for the others, all right?


So many infernal items... Looks like a genuine diabolist's collection.


Don't get your hopes up, but do report back if you find <i>something</i>. The people of Baldur's Gate will be grateful for a breakthrough in this case.


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


Even now you resist? Very well, but you will not stop my ascent. <i>Ecce dominus!</i>


Maybe I need more pockets.


Oh no. Tragic.


Siccut cattus!


PainPretend<br>var 1


Wanna pick out the true Zhent? Tell 'em they're going down into the Underdark.


You prove intolerable. We are done.


That is not true, my friend. Whether you're descended from the gods or not, you have saved my hide more than once.


Oh yeah? And are you here to make good on that?


*And for a moment, you <i>do</i> hear it - the brain tendril you encountered, shifting through the tower walls.*


Still breathing, despite everything.<br>


He's gone. A tragic loss - once slayed by his friend's hand, now by mine.


What creatures thrive in a lake this dismal?


If she is watching - and she may well be - she will delight in seeing suspicion spread among us so quickly. We cannot let that happen.


Laughter Maniacal


Gods, I'm glad to see you again. There's something I have to tell you.


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


Have it your way. I can only hope your memory stretches further than your patience.


Ah, so I did. But even I'm not above a change of heart, if it keeps things interesting...


Thou art saucy as gruel.


I helped overthrow Ketheric Thorm and his Dark Justiciars years ago. But I failed to prevent him from unleashing darkness across the region before he was defeated.


Bollocks to this Absolute, I say. And bollocks to you an' all.


Well that's backhanded as compliments come. Though I'll take it if it means you're done trying to kill me.


Without Lolth or the Absolute, I am free for the first time. Some may call it exile, I call it independence.


What's happening? What did you do?


Just a trick, surely. We're being toyed with.


My first concern.


*Coo.*


*The door is covered in intricate text, but you can't see anywhere a key might fit - only a small, round hollow engraved with a family crest.*


That mirror reflects nothing - it only consumes, and offers darkness.


Anything of use?


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


Ex Textura!<br>v3


Thou latrine-loving leper!


I don't want to forget about them... I can't.


Nah - you'd have been fine without me. But the company was welcome.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


*Between you and the crown there's the small matter of the elder brain to contend with. Not to mention the deal you made with Raphael.*


*Compassion?*


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


I knew you had some dark secret to hide, but a vampire spawn? It wouldn't have been my first guess, I'll put it that way.


You can see me?


All right, I'm coming.


Lucky for us we've another option, all glory to Vlaakith.


A warrior never depends on luck - she depends on skill. And maybe a few good allies to keep her honest.


Should mind my step.


No one out, no one in. Well, some in. But not you.


I'll get them out - you look for a way out!


Carab - no, scarab. Gods' sakes. Scarab sap, sarab - ugh.


EffortMouthOpen
var 4


I shall go there.


A little gratitude would be nice.


Ouch.


This'll help.


Hells. I need to hold on.


We need to get out of here.


I must report to the Flaming Fist manip, with haste.


No time for this!


<i>Shadowheart. </i>Our daughter. It suits you.


True. You wouldn't have the grit.


Yes! More wine!


Tell me, has anything caught your eye?


A spectator couldn't have done this - could it?


*Agitation overcomes imagination. Like it or not, the <i>ghaik</i> has bested you this day.*


*It shies away, eyes wide with hurt.*


What's happening? Where's the master?


<i>So what will you do now, Gale of Waterdeep?</i>


Effort v11


<i>If you insist on doing this, I cannot stop you. But there is a better way, a way in which you live. </i>


You might be your own greatest fear, but you're your own greatest strength, too. I see that every time I look at you.


You two have met before, I take it?


You're lucky I'm not in the mood for payback.


I don't know what that was, and I don't care to.


The ward is no more. We can enter.


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


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


-----together-      -conquer--
    ---kill----
-SLAUGHTER---


If you find anything worthwhile that isn't covered in <i>tsk'va</i>, do let me know.


He'll feel that in the morning.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


But she cried out... and the paint... it wanted to be used.


Here's to you!


Plue!


BreathLongClosed<br>var 3


In my pleasure, you will have yours.


C'mon, gotta be something here.


Taking my due.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


I can't bring 'em back. But I can make Lorroakan cough up. Especially if you found the relic.


Extra Recovered


Look at that.


Tut, tut.


Did you hear some scruffy wanderers have rented the whole upper floor?


You brilliant, beautiful maniac! I'll hold him down while you trim his arteries.


Perhaps I can explain.


If you are a city official here to collect dues, say 'TAXES'. For all other inquiries, say 'OTHER'.


We'd need to talk to Helsik. She'd know how to get into that devil's lair, if she's worth her salt.


(Ugh. Guess it's better than dying under a pile of rubble.)


<i>I will not be joining you. I fear my presence will be no more welcome in the streets of the city than it ever was. </i>


All will be mended.


Rise, and be mighty.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 3


Me - who else? My spiders sussed 'em out of hiding, then Nere taught 'em a thing or two, and I let 'em fly.


Victory<br>


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


I'm fading fast. I must heal.


Stay your hand - these two must be important.


PainTeeth<br>var 3


*Whatever power lurks deeper in the recesses of the mirror has no interest in you.*


That's not true! My mum does. Wait no, she loves me, but does she actually <i>like</i> me...?


Just some bits and bobs I no longer need.


Boo, he has written you a poem. But I do not understand it.


Effort v12


Must keep going.


Has this place escaped my people's notice all this time? Embarrassing.


Yes. It was worth it. No words of yours can diminish that.


Astarion? Where'd he go?


No! Don't give in!<br>


You're resourceful - you'll find a way. Don't give me that look. It's a good thing that I'm resistant to the shadows - this way I can help you.


On your feet, soldier! That's an order!


Out of sight, out of mind.


Maior, fortior!


Non fit injura!


Meenlocks. Easily blinded by light - I need a torch or something.


The end of the line for Hope. May she rest in peace - at last.<br>


The Banites came... collared us... took our families... forced us to build... the Steel Watchers...


The snake killed that girl in front of everyone. Is this grove worth a dead child?


I wonder why this one isn't working.


The streets were packed. The stench was... potent.


Listen up, you ghostly pricks - mess with the mastodon, you get the tusks!


Ad lapidem!


Well, <i>fuck</i>.


What in Ilmater's broken bones are <i>you</i> doing here?


You're tired from your exertions. Who could blame you? Have a smoke, a wash - or a polish, as it were - and let's regroup when you're more yourself.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


*Afterwards, you can strike down Prince Orpheus. Vlaakith's bidding will be done.*


I know what it is to hunger... and I know what it takes to keep that hunger under control. He's done that so far, despite his condition.


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


Didn't you hear? I killed that motherfucker.


Not everyone can be saved - I learned that lesson from Ethel. I just needed you to remind me.


Still in one piece. What did that thing <i>do</i> to me?


That corpse - a tiefling. But not one I recognise.


You think it'll make any difference?<br>


What a vicious looking creature. I swear its eyes are following me.


Ah! A little true to life for my tastes.


There is a Selûnite enclave not far from fair Baldur's Gate. The Absolute's armies have left them in sore need of aid. Aid I will provide, in the Moonmaiden's name.


Strange bottle... Even stranger smell.


Then we keep him around long enough to get what we need. And not a moment longer. All right?


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


No prayers needed. On my way.


Sob<br>var 3


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


Behold the dance of death.


Voco murus!


Recovered <br>V2


Attack<br>var 3


May death claim you soon.


Crates and caravans. The town tollhouse, surely.


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


*Maybe you break your meditation because you know something is wrong. Or maybe you just get lucky.*


'Hear, hear'? Surely you can't agree with how he's talking to a child? It's out of order!


Sorting you out.


Any luck? Have you found the hag?


Gortash's parents give his potrait pride of place, but he allows them to live in squalor. A curious family.


<i>The brain appears to be resisting its masters - it's acting of its own will...?</i>


I think these were the people Father Lorgan was trying to help.


Another shapeshifter who won't be getting an encore.


No, not him. He isn't allowed to play. Thrumbo said he <i>can't </i>find us.


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


Dolor!


You don't look so tough. Mol fought off a hobgoblin all by herself.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 2


Anyway, it's a brand-new day. I'm sure we'll find <i>lots </i>of people for you to kill.


Well. This is quite the mess you've gotten us into.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 1


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


Risus abundat!<br>v2


Sneak a peek, Boo!


I remember this shape...


*'The towers seized, the battle done,
The moonrise broke the Darkest One.'*


Perhaps she does. Would you begrudge me the chance to make things right, Elminster?


How did you do it? How did you get them out of that hellspit?


<i>Technically</i>, of course I could dabble in such practices. I've yet to find a form of magic I'm not a born natural in wielding.


Yours was an escape narrow enough to defy even the tiniest of measuring sticks. Best to apply a touch more caution when agreeing to ambiguous medical procedures in future.


Leave. <i>Now.</i>


Whoa. That isn't good.


You have my thanks. Though I'm still not actually sure you haven't made my life that little bit harder.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


It seems Rolan failed to bind Dame Aylin in time. And now she shall see us as enemies.


Bah, useless. Hold on.


You were fortunate to work shifts on the prison transport, were you not, Dread Brother?


I know. I'm glad you are on my side.


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


You can't die - not like this!


Lux in tenebra!


I think... I think this is it.


Oh. Joy.<br>


*Alarmed by your companion's approach, the cub turns heel and runs.*


I - I'm sorry, but I can't let you go.


I need to gather my bearings, then find Jheff. My darling Jheff.


You deserve to know that much - and more.


I shall strike.


Must you? Really? If you were going to do it, at least you could have tried harder than<i> that</i>.


Cutting to the chase.


*Honesty alone isn't enough to atone for your sins. You're off to the cells.*<br>


Time for a boost.


My Lord has a new favourite now. My granddaughter, Orin.


A necklace in honour of the Moonmaiden. Beautiful.


And I'm sticking to it. Thank you ever so much.


Seems so. Gave Master Halsin a right start.


Fear not.


Something <i>slimy </i>seems to be dripping from the rafters above.


Your ally is falling to the curse. <i>Help them.</i>


Make some room, and I'm all yours.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Drunk <br>V3


Now, I know you're nothing but a grifter. Spill it - what are you after?


Because you <i>stink</i>. And I know the stench of mind flayer anywhere.


<i>Lady Keene - your fighters! NOW.</i>


Is that special recipe ready yet? Just checking.


An omen of change if I ever saw one - we should double our efforts to save Thaniel, before fate wrests the chance from us. What news?


It was an honour to fight alongside you, Karlach.


You're all too right... I can feel it clawing at me.


Looks like an army marched through here.


Well that was disgusting.


Hm, just thought of something.


Hm. Wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.


The Absolute doesn't demand celibacy - only obedience to Her design.


So be it, then. We must do all we can to help her reach her destiny.


Frange!


Keep back.


Just one bit of Dribbles left to find, and we'll own the entire collection.<br>


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


I promise I will do everything I can to make sure you survive this.


*You immediately recognise the symbol of your Lady. You know these uniforms.*


*It's risky to enter Moonrise with an unwelcome companion. You can pass as a True Soul, but they cannot.*


As necessary.


The book said I've to fight myself - a familiar foe, at least.


When we next enter the Astral Prism, we will break Orpheus free.


And stay down.


A fine souvenir.


See how easily you shred.


That Selûnite bauble may house some magic, Gale.


Cora Highberry was murdered at the wine festival. Damn shame - her and her husband were a delightful couple.


Locked in. That's rarely good news.


Oi, stand back! Where'd you come from?


Bloated as a pufferfish. He takes a few drinks, and I bet he'll pop.


I won't let a friend down.


His blood cannot be denied, slaughter kin. Neither can I.


A warrior who winks at her foes while she slays them. You'd be a fool to refuse her.


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


What's happening? Where am I?


What a sight. We chose a powerful ally.


These chests are empty...


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


Voco glacies!<br>v2


Free? We'll never be free while that monster lives.


N-no, not questionin', True Soul! Never! We know our place...


Detono!


Canto te!<br>v2


I'll have you up in no time.


I said he's MINE. Now YOU are, too.


'Alive'? No. But animated? Yes, I'm sure they are.


Effort v9


That makes you dangerous. An easy meal.


Attack<br>var 2


Those tieflings brought nothing but trouble.


Mend all that is broken.


It is rare to meet someone who doesn't fear mind flayers. You remind me of an old friend - a hero of his time.


Raphael knows everything you think.


NO! Please - you can't. Not like this. Our families can't see what we've become. What Cazador turned us into.


<i>Emarce spiritum.</i>


I am a new man -


All right, talk quickly, then.


Look here!


That blood smells fresh. Whoever took his head did so recently.<br>


Gela!


Puny?! I'll show you puny!


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


In Menzoberranzan, my House has been the most significant power for thousands of years, but it has never been a peaceful reign. That is by design.


Mother Superior's jewels - a gift from the queen of Suldanessellar... I suppose they're mine now.


Mmm... mmmph? Ah! What're you...? This is a truly disgusting hour to seek a chin-wag, you know.


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


Nothing will stand in my way.


Canto te!<br>v2


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


The patient is asleep. The sedative is quite strong, you see.


Ah, but to little harm. Shouldn't we all be allowed to stoke a few fires from time to time?


Canto te!<br>v3


Th-thanks! And 'pologies. And... erm... bye!


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


Methinks I spotted something.


Macte virtute!


Very well. Gather the flock.


I agree. It is a wizard's curiosity that drives them to greater heights.


I don't know. I'm just glad it fell.


He's dead... Wulbren's dead!


Perhaps not, but for his honour, I must try. To die by the hand of a Chosen is the only death I could ever wish to take.


*Your magic is drawing the wrong kind of attention. Continue, and there will be trouble.*


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


You a Steel Watcher fan, too? If so, we meet here everyday to discuss their mechanics!


A Selûnite prayer. How useful.<br>


The what?


Victory v3


Want anything from my stash, you pay less than the rest.


Bloody hells, fine. Tell them they can pick it up at sunset. Now, get out of my sight.


We only have enough for three! We sold everything!


Huh. Someone stole it from me. That's kind of funny.


No thanks.


Effort v5


I think that's it - we've found all of him. Time to show the Ringmaster.<br>


'The Prince of the Comet, Part One.'


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


My, I had better be careful not to trigger that thing.


From the shadows.<br>


You'd have poisoned your prey? Seems a bit... dull.


That's Flaming Fist armour. And someone - some<i>thing</i> - burst right out of it.


Useless.


Your body's a temple - to an idiot god.


Vanished again. Damn.


Day three: hair loss and blood leaking from all orifices.


Within reach.


You don't just fight shadows. You fight what hides inside.


Caeco te!<br>v2


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


Tunnels... Beneath temple... Hidden from sight...


When I finally saw the truth, he would not be reasoned with. So I ended him. For this, I was called 'Oathbreaker'.


Keep a wide berth of the gallows, please - for your own safety.


*The device is part organic, part synthetic. But you can't tell how it was made, or how it works.*


A vampire spawn? I'd hazard that's an attribute you're well justified in keeping to yourself. I'm glad you felt you could trust me with it.


*You feel Shadowheart's mind tug at the edges of your thoughts. She wants you to stay with her, to see whatever is about to be revealed to you.*


Keep yer hand steady, Three.


Lies, Boo. Lies and trinkets!


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Are you now? Well, lucky her.


Keep low. Strike hard.


Found the shithead - kill 'em!


Nothing more to plunder.


Keep out of this, Captain. Do not forget who you serve.


<i>No.</i>


You were playing, too? You must be nice, like Thrumbo.


But here is my blade, blessed by Tyr. I hope it keeps you safe, and brings your enemies to justice.


Glue and optimism are holding this thing together.


Looks like it would've made a powerful weapon.


Statues? Strange...


Where is that spooky little brat?


Your words, not mine. But not what I mean.


Um... Hah... '... And if you saw him kill manlings, you'd have to yell...' ahem... 'proooaaaar!'


But I know it wasn't easy for Isobel to accept how our family has changed.


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


Politicians... minor nobles... Fist officers... all sorts...


It is not a word I ever expected to say.


That's quite an egg.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Bah, I think on what she would say to Minsc now, cowering from a creature in his own skull. Fine! If you say this tadpole is a weapon, then let us wield it.


An Idol of Shar? Shadowheart might want to see this.


GaspSurprised<br>var 3


Find the KEY. Take the contract. Smash my chains. Find the key. Take the CONTRACT. Smash my chains. Find the key. Take the contract. Smash my CHAINS.


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


Dead. They're only good for kindling now.


See that symbol on the ground? This was a masons' guild.


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


Ah yes, Milady has always had some spontaneous little outbursts of joy.


Duties, duties, duties.<b> </b>Patrolling and saluting and following and bowing and scraping and 'yes, sir, no, sir, rip and cut your throat, sir'.


Forgive me. Of course someone like you wouldn't know.


Wish I'd had something better to do when I came across this contract. Bloody goblins ran through my crew - and all for <i>nothing</i>.


I'll gladly see you try. <i>Htak'a!</i>


If you wish to be rid of your devil, Wyll, we should just kill her and be done with it.


*'Borrowed Scrolls Must be Returned within a Tenday' - It seems the Temple to Murder has a lending library.*


Please be mindful that we're a little short-staffed at the moment. This Absolute army has some people packing up.


Stuck? That's not good.


Keep your eyes sharp out there, yeah?<br>


Virtus et scientia!


Vincere est vivere!


Obedi me!<br>v3


Was there something else you wanted, my heart?


I hope Rolan is all right... Please, let's just get out of here.


Thought he was better than us, did he? Where's all that fancy language now?


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


And all it cost was my life in the sun. Now I belong to the shadows.<br>


Was't your father a flounder?


Water?


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


I've got what you need.


Mutatis mutandis!


You could send an elf to sleep!


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


That's why we need the ointment.


Or... are you perhaps another 'adventurer' with information on the 'Nightsong'?


Of course. How could I leave my sidekick without her partner in crime?


Wait - I never said for <i>free</i>.


*Across the city and beyond, damage will be repaired, the dead will be mourned, wounds will heal, and memories will fade.*


Welcome to the Elfsong Traveller, tavern. No, wait, that's backwards. Anyway, my dad tells the jokes here, sometimes they're funny.


She'll be back on her feet soon. The General often prefers the dead to the living - they're more malleable.


Keep coming - see who it is gets buried down here.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


I have a gift for you, Child. You will use it to lacerate this world.


Silvanus is an ancient and powerful god. I'm sure the magic in that idol is... delicious.


At ease, at ease.


Half? You <i>drugnin'...</i>


The lich queen has shackled the red dragons as surely as she has shackled the githyanki.


Crescit eundo!<br>v2


True. But people will miss me when I'm gone.


It is but Lady Orin's word that keeps my arrows from your chest.


It's that half-elf, the one who had the artefact. What happened to her?


He's a living legend.


Yes.


Ugh! What is that? Rotting flesh?


Look Boo! The silly wizards leave their treasures in plain sight.


Walking funny isn't a crime.


Nature's wrath be upon you!


<i>Please </i>let me smack this creep.


Half this drow's body is crushed. Must have fallen from pretty high up.


Here, honey.


Better tread carefully.


This soul awaits thy command.


He'll never find us - we have safe-houses all over the city. We are no threat - I swear it.


Da mihi facta!


You come turnin' my people, strikin' Thrinn dead - and you still ain't paid up. Shell it out, ya prickhole!


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


If death is soon to take Karlach, she should make ever moment as rich as the last.


You're right. And broken hearts mend, in time. I'm living proof of that.


Gods - any one of us could've been blown to smithereens.


To your side!


I liked it just fine.


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


Did you enjoy our little demonstration? A mere taste of the power Crèche Y'llek commands.


I can spare a moment.


The sooner we part ways, the better. Until then, keep away from me.


<i>There I saw Gortash and his followers inflict cruelties far beyond any I witnessed in the Underdark. </i>


Milady, your act of valour will go down in Gondian HISTORY!


<i>Now - to the Netherbrain. Let it be the first victim in the War for the Skies.</i>


Beyond 'Shadowheart'? There's not much to say.


The Dark Lady's presence - she is here!


Come, follow us to Moonrise Towers. Then you will see Her power in all its glory.


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


Haven't had enough yet?


You little split-tongued freak!


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


Still nothing.


So, I am not bound to nature. I am unbound in nature.


*Perhaps this is a test. Mother Superior would have you make for Baldur's Gate without delay... but the call of the Dark Shar cannot go ignored.*


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


A bad way to go.<br>


Place is overrun with gnolls.


PainTeeth<br>var 2


Attack? Very well.


If I didn't know better, I'd say a mind flayer shat a worm in your brain.


Hm...


Let's hope there's smokepowder inside.<br>


Stop - who's there?!


Clarwen? Then the amulet spirit's granddaughter is dead. I should tell him - another laughing matter for him.


Shout


Don't worry. I'm going to deal with him.


... I'll wait for the next idiot with <i>gold</i>, thanks.


<i>A tongue of madness and the spores from a timmask mushroom.</i>


Some kind of tank?


Ah, a new face come to bask in the light of the Absolute. How can I be of service, True Soul?


True. Seems like we're the lucky ones, judging by all the corpses strewn about.


A horrifying thought. Can the Prism's ability to protect us be faltering?


Dodge
v2


I'd hate for anyone to think they could bed me and just talk the night away.


He called me so many sweet things. My name sounded like music on his tongue.


I've no qualms about the <i>quality </i>of the content - I've always enjoyed reading it, myself.


And? What do you have to say for yourself?


Perhaps you don't know that Silvanus spoke further. 'The parasite must be removed for new seed to grow.'<br>


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


These boots have seen everything.


*As you lose yourself in the fragments of a past you barely recognise, you feel a dull ache spread from your right hand.*


Nothing, Cora? All the work you put in with the little ones is hardly <i>nothing</i>. Thank you, any help we can get is a blessing.


*You notice she's trembling. The tears streaming down her cheeks are indeed real.*


He'll feel that in the morning.


Time to get you moving again.


<i>How will you defeat a Netherbrain?</i>


Recovered <br>V4


Bring whoever leads you to speak to me. Then maybe you'll have a hope of survival.


*Sarevok Anchev. A relic of your cursed line, a Bhaalspawn who failed to become Chosen.*


We got here first, <i>friend.</i> You're welcome to whatever scraps we leave behind.


I can afford to have stricter expectations. I do not share anything that I desire.


As he does each time I expire by your side, Bhaal has sent you another loyal Sceleritas, to watch over and adore you.


<i>Ngh</i>. It's getting stronger.


I must ask you something. First, let me make it clear that I do not object to the killing of Isobel, or the loss of Last Light.


Pigeon blood. Grim.


*It sighs, though from your hollow words, or believing your false dreams, you know not.*


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


What kind of hell did I just watch.


I'd rather have my horns yanked out with a tweezers. Come on, give me a little <i>action.</i>


Broken. This might make passing the cursed lands... complicated.


Useful information. Or dangerous. Both, likely.


Well said. This dream figure is no friend to us.


Thou quivering plague rat!


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


Don't get blood on my clothes.


I've never seen anything like it.


I see no sign of a tentacle yet, but that could change in an instant. You need help, <i>serious </i>help.


Strip this place bare!<br>


How can you bear that mask? It stinks of hag magic.


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


A turnip? Not the most exciting of keepsakes.


By the gods, all these bones. No dignity for the dead here.


Safe? How can I ever be safe now?


You can absorb its potential. Open your mind to it - you already know how.


As luck would have it, they just arrived.


Obedi me!


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v4


What's happening? Where am I?


First you save us from goblins, then Kagha's treachery. You're making your mark.


*The artefact. You and others were to seize it from the githyanki. She may prove to be a foe, but for now offers aid...*


Recovered <br>V3


Hm. Was hoping for a treat.


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


We are honoured with an eternal home in the Astral, celebrated for our victory. We are ascended. Or so I believed.


Control yourself!


I imagine so, if Jaheira hasn't gone tearing off into the night.


*You have fulfilled her will - retrieved the artefact for her. Everyone has perished but you.*


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Erasing my thoughts, and my will. Even I could not have endured for much longer.


All right. You ready for this?


<i>I have the means to evolve you.</i>


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


And I don't recall sending an invitation.


It's a nice horn - but useless now.


Et alibi!<br>v2


Te video!<br>v2


Gods, it smells awful in here.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Shadow Druids? Kagha means to turn the circle.


Pay attention.


So he's responsible for the carnage down here. All those Dark Justiciars... slaughtered.


Ai! Oh - oh!


Obey, and be forgiven.


A touch. But sure you've two eyes in your skull, don't you? No need to be precious.


Ungh... me head...


That's not my chest.


Wait! Please!


I'm not here to convince you, Mother. You are already disgraced in Lady Shar's eyes. I merely wish to give the others a chance to repent, before they are dragged down with you.


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


As if you would have done differently.


Oh gods, what if they<i> only</i> report on heroics these days?


There's an aperture in the metal's surface. Perfect fit for that mould, if I'm not mistaken.


One small world among the infinite.<br>


Let's try to be diplomatic, shall we? Goblins don't come by the handfuls, but by the dozens.


What do we have here?<br>


Ta-ta for now.


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


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


Dying Burning


For what it's worth, thank you. No matter what happens down there, you helped me stand up against him.


Oh go on then, you've twisted my arm.


Ketheric is dead, but the shadow curse lives. It would be unwise to succumb to it now.


No Watch? No worries. Gortash'll let nothing stand in his way.


I'm not sure about 'drink in hand', but I think we've all earned some reckless abandon.


A good start - but you've told me something I already know. Tell me something I don't.


Oh shit, <i>that's</i> the Stone Lord?


No joy.


Clausus!


All right. *ahem* What - what you looking at?


<i>Morgan, please</i>. We're in public, let's keep away from the book's racier parts.


Rabbits don't shoot back, do they?


I won't let a friend down.


Might not be the time.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


That did the trick. Nothing but ashes left of that jar now.


Why does Wyrm's Crossing have so few lodgings? We need AT LEAST a double bed!


Think my tribe'll care? They'll peel yer face off and nail it to a wall!


Now, where'd he go?


Take heart. When your scars heal, Boo will still find you pretty.


Pots! Pots! Handmade pots!


They have spoiled the duel. Bhaal bays for their blood.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


My research turned up a rather brilliant technique that seems quite actionable.


You - you're the one who saved us. It's an honour!


<i>It's true. Whatever benefits one illithid could bring will only be doubled when there are two. </i>


So much talk of this Adamantine Forge - and the memory shard already showed us where to find it.


This jar... it feels like death itself. A sure sign of necromancy at work.


I won't keep you waiting.


A fine portrait. Seeing one's face committed to canvas is its own kind of magic.


This is no ordinary cave, no ordinary depth in stone. Good gods, this is the Underdark...<br>


I will be watching closely for what you do next.


You! I remember you from the forest. You should <i>never </i>have come here.


The name's Lens, reporter with the Baldur's Mouth Gazette. Care to do a quick interview?


Your eagerness is... curiously captivating.


No, thanks is not enough. May Silvanus bless you for all your days.


<i>Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods -</i>


You said it. But... when I'm with you, all that seems manageable. If I can have you, I'll take the rest.


You clobbered Nere. So what - I'm supposed to just give you a drink?


What creatures live in waters this dark?


Te video!


Mors certa!


Did - did you die? Am <i>I </i>dead?


Find me there. We will soak his soil with suffering. One claims the Netherstones, and one turns meat for the slab.


On it.


<i>It cries not from pain but exultation.</i>


Baldur's Gate! Where the streets sparkle with silver, and the actors have jobs.


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


As we're here, I shall offer you a morsel of general and non-specific advice - yours to apply to any relevant knowledge you may have recently acquired.


We need you strong.


Trap! Be cautious.


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


Is that Darkmaw the Wicked? I don't believe it.


The lava shouldn't be <i>this </i>volatile. Something's wrong.


Now, lie down.


Stabilio!


She might be a bandit.


I'm certain a cure for you can be found at Moonrise Towers, but it's... complicated.


Hardly the place.


Perhaps the answer was deep within me all along... an ancient spark of arcana... Yes, I was born to be a sorcerer, I can <i>feel </i>it.


Either get in line or get gone.


*You feel it - a sudden shift - the brain is weakening, its grasp of itself slipping. This is your chance.*


Explain yourself, <i>vin'iisk</i>.


Please. I've better things to do with my time than hoodwink gullible adventurers out of their trinkets.


A <i>ghaik</i> keeps you company. Unusual.


Master will ascend. Master will rule.


Do not try to stop me. I'm leaving and that's that.


High pain tolerance. And a dynamic duo of truly shitty bosses.


You gonna cane 'em or what? Time those rothé got to work.


Kill... Nine-Fingers... seize... Guildhall...


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


<i>Argh. </i>Away. Or eats you. <i>Bleeds </i>you.


Pardon me, saer. You look... prosperous.


Why have you not tried to lay with me, Astarion?


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


A pity. I thought I sensed rapport, the promise of adventure, a flutter of excitement right here in my breadbasket... but perhaps it was merely indigestion.


I owe you for saving me from my old cow.


You are a paragon of justice. <i>Proceed.</i>


Agh!


This must've been where they imprisoned Halsin.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Maybe I need more pockets.


Myself? No, you god-bothering idiot, I blame <i>you</i>.


Hells - what did that mind flayer do to me?


More of the mind flayers' pets.


Are you hurt, honey? Did they get you? Are you all right?


The first time I saw you, I figured you a champion. A woman of valour, integrity.


With respect? <i>Not now.</i>


Dying Burning<br>v5


A magical staff. Will this be of use, Gale?


Had he followed my instructions, he would never have been harmed.


*Your mind joins with Shadowheart's. Something pulls at you both, bringing you elsewhere...*


Is it too much to ask for the blasted torches to stay lit?!


And if you don't show respect, you'll feel their faith like a fist to your gut.


Non movere!<br>v3


Mors tua, vita mea!


<i>Tsk'va</i>! That's the last mace you'll ever throw, kobold.


Caeco te!


Selûnite. Strange, seeing  such an item in a new light.


Always a pleasure.


Come, impies! This one won't play nice!


Bah! Such a rare breed, but with such a common tongue.


Better pick my next target wisely.


His inability to follow <i>simple</i> instructions is hardly my fault. If he wanted his safety guaranteed, that would have cost him extra.


You <i>will</i> be.


Mind never quiet.


Is that Darkmaw the Wicked? I don't believe it.


Could mean anything.


You really are wonderful.


Now, doubt you'd care to notice, but you didn't see a dwarf on your travels, did you? Baelen's his name.


That's no surprise. It looks <i>powerful</i>.


'Perfect'.


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


Bring him here. We can talk after.


Is there a dead tadpole in that jar?


Little footprints leading into a cave. Cute, when it is Boo - but in this case, <i>sinister</i>.


*Chief Houndmaster Pol, who trained our pack to perfection.*


Such <i>authority</i>...


Seems like a pack of goblins swarmed the owlbear.


Better get you out of there.


Eh, Rion...? We know your mother is not here. She is travelling with us.


Haha! Run. Run! Or sparky gets you.


Abandoned by the looks of it. Perhaps it had a leak.


I am a woman of my word. Go to Gortash's secret prison, and I'll help you spring your daddy free.


Brithvar. Did you think you could keep your plot a secret?


Oh, I love your sense of humour, Yonni.


Mind flayer anatomy - an important subject. The best hunters know exactly where to strike their prey.


I can feel it. My oath is broken. Again.


Deeds, not words! Prove your loyalty to Lord Gortash by rising against the Absolute in his name!


A slate written in ancient <i>tir'su </i>- more princely stories, I'd guess. Lae'zel will know for certain.


Ah. S-saer Stone Lord. Returning to... make another withdrawal?


No, Orin. You did this for me.


Something's waiting up ahead.


I can't - it's too heavy!


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


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


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


I'm maiming as fast as I can!


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


Time to pack. We need to leave.


Resisto venenum!


Ohh. I will drink your essence...


You gave up so much so that others could walk free. I know sacrifice - and I must honour yours.


I've treated with beasts with more etiquette than you.


Victory v4


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


STAND DOWN? NO! <i>YOU </i>MUST PAY! YOU MUST PAY GOLD!


Voco araneae!<br>v2


*The nurse regards you, then disregards you.*


Nimble! Check for gaps, cracks - anything to leverage the rock.


I'll peel your balls like potatoes if you don't move!


Poor Shadowheart. The gods are nothing if not vindictive in their vengeance.


If only I knew where to find some.


You transformed to <i>ghaik</i>, and still leave this wretched traitor breathing?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Lae'zel's devotion is impressive, but if she's not careful it will be fatal. Gods consider mortals like us a cheap token to trade in for their desired outcomes, at least in my experience.


<i>You -</i>


Naturally, he didn't stand a chance. I dealt with him.


The disc is moving. There must be even greaters depths to explore in this place.


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


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


Signum arcanum!


With haste.


Pallida mors!


I'm not drunk. I've been drinking - and you would be too, if you'd seen what I have. The others were hanged.


<i>Sooner I get rid of this one, the sooner I can get back to doing the Absolute's work...</i>


There - a scrying eye. Someone's keeping a close watch on this place.


Good. Now, are we ready to depart?


Effort v12


This Nightsong sounds like the source of Ketheric's immortality.


Oh Gods be damned, I don't know. I'd have sworn but - my head's pounding, I don't remember.


Nine Hells take me! No, never again...


Gale's walking a thin line. Let's hope he doesn't fall headfirst over it - again.


Shush.


It won't turn against the others. Vexing.


You are too precious to meet your end splattered all over an illithid monstrosity. No no. I won't allow it.


I let you pass. Do not make me change my mind.


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


It was never about feeling better. It was about justice.


Your bond tears but it does not break - have hope.


Because you had no right to ask that of me. You cast me out, remember?


Bene curatur!<br>v2


This one looks to be in good health.


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


You <i>drugnin' </i>sneak. It is <i>over!</i>


The city is far. The air is heavy - dangerous. Too much.


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


Something here is disturbing the Weave. Magic might be unreliable.


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


Please, we've got to get to light...


Yes sir!


This city, Boo - even the <i>baubles</i> lie.


That corpse - a tiefling. But not one I recognise.


Very well.


Platform's here. Good to go.


I'm Oliver. I'm seven. Will you play with me?


Huh. Dinner?


Careful, soldier. Never forget Raphael has one thing in mind: Himself. Always.


My child! To whom do you speak?


Nulla salus!


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


You spherical git.


Ah ah - customers on the other side of the counter, please. Talk to the clerk if you want to buy something.


Good! I don't want you to run off just yet.


Armed scribes - but no sign of a struggle.


AgreeOpen<br>var 2


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


These melodies...


*The statue is of Balduran, founder of the City, forever looking out to sea.*


Yeah. And I can see by that mark on yer hand that you're part of Her mob.


Well it clearly doesn't take much brains because, as you can see, we left our mountains of gold at home.


Good for you.


I suppose you're right. No sense adding the all-powerful goddess of magic to our list of enemies. We've enough of those already.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v2


I'll tell you all about it, after we've taken down those 'paladins' I'm after. Believe me - it's worth the wait.


Gods - NO! ARGH!


I've made a powerful ally today.


Good riddance.


I have your back.


Attack


And we can sell it once we get to the city. Might be worth enough to pay a priest to bring Arabella back.


I have my family back, and now I can't even look them in the eye. I don't deserve to be anyone's daughter.


Because there's nothing to eat. Nothing I want to eat.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


<i>The moment he is free, he will attack you. Your only defence would be to kill him. And in so doing, you would doom us both. </i>


*Your thoughts come up short.*


Ah, Gortash's pet project. Iron Throne Headquarters once touched the sky, a monument to martial force.


The circus is gone...


Smell that, Karlach?


Silvanus be with you.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


Hiding in plain sight.


That's where Orin became what she is, where she worshipped and schemed.


Buff


Obedi me!<br>v2


Didn't take you for a percussionist.


Counsellor - are you all right?!


Corruptus!


Best think ahead, or I'm lost.


Gela!


I... see you're wearing some of my brother's handiwork. If... If you're interested in something with a bit more <i>life</i> to it, welcome to Carm's Garms!


Hey, same flower motif as that key! Maybe it opens something inside.


Yeah. And given 'im a good kickin' ta tenderise the meat.


Bringing those two together might have been your greatest service to the city, or your worst. Time will tell.


I'll have you up in no time.


Another mystery.


I miss him, Boo.


I can! But that thing has been touched by more than mind flayers.


More of Orin's doppelgangers. How many has she brought to Bhaal's side, I wonder?


This stuff's seen better days...


Aw, you can't see it? I can. And it's <i>wonderful</i>. I can't describe it - you'd have to see for yourself.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Look, were our positions reversed, I'd be angry too. But if I die, every Ironhand Gnome in the realm will suffer for it.


*The events of the last days weigh heavily upon you. Sleep's rest is slow to come to one whose mind is so full.*


You one of Tamrin's friends? Well, we haven't seen him. He did a runner one night, never came back. You won't find him here.


But ooh, poor itching one, your little indisposition has made you absent-minded indeed if you didn't notice.


And for the first time in a decade, there are people I care about all around me. Let me enjoy that. Please.


Hells. We're attracting too much attention!


But you were given an impossible choice. Who's to say what path was right.


Reckon the lads'll stay put this time.<br>


Come now, we're about to unveil your destiny - you should be quivering in anticipation.<br>


Seems simple enough.


Oh it won't? Then I suppose we'll just forget this little misstep, file it under 'lessons learned'?


I hope you're happy.


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


Might still be stuck inside if we hadn't been attacked.


Perhaps if I adjusted the Watcher's rotary...


Hurry forth. Purification is at hand.


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


Away, you pox'd nun!


Like I said - I got plans for you. Report to the drow. Minthara's the name.


Duk-tak. You are wondrous.


Tempora mutantur!


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 2


What a gift you've been to me. What an honour to know a true legend.


A lot of effort to hide one sarcophagus.


These fungal spores are everywhere.


Inactive. What powered the one on the nautiloid?


You're so very welcome. Now - you must have better things to do than hang around in a stable, surely?


Poxy pissered pervert!


A nightmare walking.


Oi!


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


I will perish without aid.


Better be careful where I point this...


Closed Mouth Effort v7


We first thought to ask the denizens of the Underdark for their aid in fighting the cult. Alas, our influence there remains negligible.


I observed the fight from a distance. Combat is not my field of expertise, but the myconids handled themselves well enough.


But a broker is as bound by his contract as his buyer. The Hammer must be real, or Raphael could never have the Crown.


Can't see a thing.


<i>That was close. No doubt there'll be others.</i>


The dishonourable judge was banished, but judgement must still be passed.


Now, now - if you keep talking to me, these folks won't get their money's worth of melodies. Take a lean and open those pretty little ears.


But when I looked up, the harpy was gone!


Dying Burning<br>v2


Eurgh... I think I'm fermenting from the inside out.


Argh. STUPID KITTY BEAST. Looks me deads in the eyes while it takes a shit.


The more I read, the more sure I am. This is for the best.


Healthy. And troubled by that fact.


If he has not regained his senses by the time he rejoins my training, his return will be a short and painful one.


Paragons of hospitality, these myconids. The druids in the grove could've learned a thing or two.<br>


I'm not sure. I feel a little numb.


How pragmatic. One would think letting the goblins torch the grove would have resulted in the same.


Do not look into his eyes, Boo! Think not of nesting in his thick and downy mane!


Surrender, and I'll kill you <i>quickly.</i>


A collar, covered with runes.


Hmm. You might find some use for that thing if it's melted down for arrowheads, but that's all.


Between you and me, I don't think there are enough Flaming Fist here for these refugees.


But it was all for naught. My friends, my fellow Gondians, they're <i>dead</i> - burned alive from the inside out.


Effort v8


Traitor... heretic...


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


You gone barmy? I hear the ears are first to go.


But the Shadowfell is a place of loss. Pain. It's no place for a child. No place for a child like him.


<i>It seems so.</i>


Well make sure it's a mistake you don't repeat.


Scorched ground - better watch out.


That thing in your chest is a blessing I helped you receive. One you're too much of a fool to see.


Have you considered they might be shaking from laughter? Just a thought.


I can't help but sense a certain... ruefulness in you. Don't punish yourself on my account - remember we are both free to roam and love as we see fit.


Clustered fires and tents. An army has gathered - best keep my distance.


Mors certa!<br>v2


Thou art illithid, after all. What bars can hold such an intellect as thine? In many ways, thou art now freer than thou ever wast.


But hang on, this isn't first date talk. Tonight, I'm a mystery to you, and you're a mystery to me.


I shall assist.


This calls for careful footwork.


This adventurer lark is rubbish. Should've listened to me da. Become a tanner. Bet they're <i>gasping </i>for tanners in Baldur's Gate.


*Old questions give way to a new one: shouldn't you have begun to change by now?*


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Maybe we can work this thing out. I'll provide moral support.


There's no expelling the dark aura, not while that <i>thing</i> still stands.


Video veritatem!


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


You must report to the Steel Watch Foundry.


Come on. I need to stomp something, and Ketheric's standing right there.


A petrification ray... someone addled that spectator.


My gods, if I smile any bigger my face is going to crack. I'm pathetic. Besotted! And it's all your fault.


Louder than foxes, and all through the night!


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


Barbarian Idle Breaths


Closed Mouth Effort v5


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


*The bowl contains an ancient, rust-coloured bloodstain. It forms a neat disc, as if spilled calmly and willingly.*


What goes around comes around. We're going to pay for this.


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


Voco flagella!<br>v2


I know we must marry into whichever clan suits our own. And I know we're not allowed to let love drive us,


*You are still <i>you</i>.*


What? But that would mean...


Hey, my folks are buried here. I'd love to pay them a visit.


Nothing but rocks.


Mother of Lusts - what <i>was</i> that?


It's vanished - damn this dance. The hag is toying with us.


I'm not inclined to bother, myself, but I suppose it keeps the City Watch at bay.


I'm not sure Astarion's the kind of guy whose heart you want to play with.


<i>I knew my imprisonment was of my own making. I therefore believed it best for you to save those who invited no such consequence.</i>


Nothing but dirt.


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


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


On it.


Be warned. The Inquisitor awaits your return from this place with orders to kill you. No doubt the rest of the crèche will join him.


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


He always... said... if at first... people don't... listen...


Can't give up now.


One more mark, then we can go.


I will!


Quod dico face!


I can't wait.


Of course, it did cost us a wizard. But - well, it was his choice.


Finally! Now can we all get back to work? Idle chatter isn't going to defeat those goblins.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


Don't want to draw any attention.


Hmm. Scratch marks on the floor...


And as long as Orpheus is chained, he can't help us. <br>


Begone, pox-faced loon.


Even a mountain of magic wouldn't be enough to stop those behemoths. No, there's only one way of stopping the Steel Watch.


Timmask and torchstalks. Great.


Such handsome armour - a fighting force of some renown, perhaps.


Manuscript. Story of... goblins... Absolute. Don't know... how it ends...


Fallen warriors, their days of glory long since passed.


Effort v4


There you are. As predicted. What is it, I wonder, that draws one toward death like a moth to light?


The dark feels hungry - like it'd drain you dry.


<i>No. </i>Devils can <i>not</i> be trusted!


Don't have anything to put here.


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


I won't let them take you.


Please, may he rest by Your side.


Well, look who it is. Looking to mess up my operation here, too? You'll find it a little harder than before.


GaspFrightened<br>var 1


Nothing would surprise me. Maybe she wants to live up to her name and wrap a cord around my neck. Or maybe she just wants to say hello.


*The rattle of chains echoes louder, from unseen places. And without a scream or a sigh, Hope disappears.*


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


Better to act swiftly than stand around and wonder.


What do you want now?


Tell me then - what is the point of murder if not to eat it whole?


And being able to walk in the sunlight opens a lot of doors for me. Maybe some coffins too.


It's like the book mentioned - get through the maze without being caught or setting off a trap... easier said than done.


Something poking from his pocket. Might be worth a gander.


The stench, the filth... gods, what a horror to be imprisoned in such a place.


And I owe you an apology, as well. I haven't told you everything I hoped to learn here today.


New heroes grace Baldur's Gate with their presence!


Shit. This was your doing. <i>All of it.</i>


Th-this one's all right, lads! Knows nothin' about no poisonin'!


That could've gone <i>terribly</i>.


Bene curatur!<br>v3


What? Ain't nothin' left to chase, unless you fancy volunteerin'.


I worship a god who cares not for you. Remember that.


How about we all take a nice deep breath and calm the fuck down. Just cause I want to live doesn't mean I want him dead.


AgreeClosed<br>var 1


The Blade of Frontiers.


You've made a powerful ally today, you know. This tower's capabilities are exceptional, and your enemies are now my own, should I wish them to be.


<i>Witness our power. </i>


I should've closed my eyes.


These cultists seek a weapon. Could they mean the artefact that we carry?


Muddy footprints all over.


I know what you mean. Trust me - for the moment, all is well. Or at least <i>acceptable</i>.


Hundreds? Urgh, it'll take <i>hours</i> to kill them all. She's right, we should just go.


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


Oh - I saw your picture in the gazette. <i>Very</i> accurate... Captured that mean look in your eyes.


Done waiting, let's go!


Have to keep focused. Can't afford to get attached - to anyone.


Or what? You'll kill me? Tell your snakes to rip out my throat?


Well, fine is... fine. Nobody weeps because the weather is fine. No monarchs were overthrown because their ruling was fine. No artworks were burned because they were not masterpieces, but merely <i>fine</i>.


*Isobel. The same name as Ketheric Thorm's daughter - the one whose sarcophagus you found empty in the family mausoleum.*


Here goes nothing.


Ut ventus!


And who knows? Maybe we'll have better luck with our next weapon of incomprehensible destruction.


Don't worry. I wouldn't hesitate.


NO SHE WOULD NOT.


VO_SFX : Spit


We won't meet again. Good day.


I didn't want to die. And when I saw the Crown, I thought I might not have to, if I only understood its power.


I'm not ready to go back on the streets... It's <i>cold</i>...


You are <i>infected</i>. A source of plague. Nothing more.


I'm not here for games, you little - agh!


I am your servant, to my last breath and beyond.


Duke Ravengard? Hold on, I'm coming!


<i>Kagha si nay. Wux geou fulla wer fanol.</i>


Fiat lux!<br>v2


Wasn't... a sheep...


Mutatis mutandis!


Ugh... sure.


You took an unexpected route here.


Have a lot on my mind... and well, in it.<br>


If so, they might have returned to the grove.


Extra Recovered <br>V3


With people like you around, we might not get obliterated immediately when the Absolute arrives. So, thanks.


That wall's barely holding together.


My skin is tingling. What will happen next?


Tear the hand from the corpse you have made in Bhaal's name.


Fine.


It appears Orin's sent us a message. What glad tidings will she have to offer?


We need to stay alert.


All right. We will work. We will do as we're told. We will clear the way.


Macte virtute!<br>v2


Wouldn't that be fitting? A servant even past your dying day.


Maybe Gale should avoid items laced with dark magic. 'You are what you eat', as the old adage goes.


Well. There's no point speculating. Let us leave it at 'I fear'.


Smoke. Something's burning.


I also tend to your grounds, manage your estate, arrange murder victims for you to systematically brutalise, and serve dinner.


Although you're doing well enough on your own. I see Lae'zel's marked you as her territory.


Tonitrus!


I want to go home...


Tenebra!


Closed Mouth Effort v4


I'm sorry... I'm...


Can't you just heal yourself?


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


*Your insides seem to churn uneasily. You feel strangely rejected. Strangely <i>unwelcome</i>.*


*You have alerted them.*


I don't think...


I've never met anyone like you, Lae'zel.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


Gortash is the Lightbringer! Gortash will burn the Absolute to smoke and ashes!


If you say so, but I'll be watching you.


Best act fast.


If they were, we would all spend our days in a berserk rage, and our nights talking to hamsters.


We stand no chance against such a foe. We should get out of sight!


There's no getting past those vines. The ritual was thorough.


And I'll remember a serpent lives within me, waiting to strike. Treefather guide me, that I choose my targets more wisely.


Hmm. That could work... or cause massive destabilisation.


I'm so glad Shadowheart's ordeal is over. It'll be a long time before she'll come to terms with all this. But at least, now, she can start. Free of Shar.


I did not get the chance!


'Unleash'.


You and I need a healer.


You think the creatures of the realm owe you something just because you never shut up.


I hate it had to end like this. A torturous fate by any measure.


No burial. Just slaughter. Damn.


Voco glacies!


First it's the coronation, now we've not filed the right entry papers... This place was meant to be a city of heroes, not pissing <i>paperwork</i>.


*The creature speaks in visions - a swarm of githyanki dragon-riders, silver blades held high.*


And you're lucky I'm not a 'true' vampire. Last night could have gone very differently if I'd magically summoned a pack of wolves.


Here we go.


A replica, I suppose. Even a <i>kith'rak</i> might struggle against a foe with a skull that large.


Listen!


<i>It has shown its worth, the door will part. Walk in blood.</i>


That's that, then. Is this some new art trend I've not been made aware of?


Hear that? Our friend Nere won't last long. Pity.


Perhaps.


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


There's so many of them. Who the hells are these people?


Easy does it. That thing's protected by a magic ward.


((*as commanded. a capable servant you have made, <b>King-Bringer</b>. you have earned my favour*))


I am trying to enjoy the lingering scent of our lord... I need not your traitorous stench.


Maybe... I'd love to put on a show - just for them. But it's boring if I'm the only one playing.


Ravengard hasn't given up yet. His true self is still in there, and could yet be saved.


... as apprentice to Lorroakan, the greatest wizard in Baldur's Gate. This will change <i>everything.</i>


Bene curatur!<br>v2


We do have a history of things going badly. But I'm sure <i>this time </i>will be different.


Marcus was scum. But the rest of us are loyal to Duke Ravengard, loyal to Baldur's Gate, I swear it.


The goddess of secrets? How <i>telling.</i>


Honestly? I don't love walking into a den of killer gith warriors.


*Someone, or something, has tampered with her memory.*


This could have gone easy for you. Not now, though. I'll tear you to shreds!


The cowardly elf flees by boat, leaving the city to a dragon's mercy. This tale, it is not very realistic.


I'm done with him, and this whole sorry business. Now please - I have a house to get back in order.


*The guard appears convinced. There's no need to take this further.*


Then I'll kill her! I will! She can't have me again. She won't!


*You recall an old Zhentarim proverb coined by their founder.*


Laughter Maniacal


You have <i>no</i> idea...


A lot of people died so we could get to this moment.


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


Don't let her hurt us - please, we just want to go home.


Stupid wolves. You will sit. You will obey!


Perhaps next time we shouldn't poke the mysterious ox.


As does Minsc. We are both misshapen in our own ways, but Boo loves us still.<br>


But why weren't you honest with me?


Fellow inside could probably use a bit more attention, but I'm more concerned with shadows at the gate, frankly.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


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


What were those monsters? If there is so much as a scratch on you I am going to <i>ruin </i>Grisly!


*Her excitement is palpable. She lingers on thoughts of victory, of unbelievers' blood spilled...*


GruntDisgust<br>var 2


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


Glacies!


*J Orchard. Artificer of Gond, crafter of odd sockets.*


Attack


Eyes down - no need to attract attention.


Leave me. Leave me to the fate you made for me.


Behold, mundane meddler. You step in the domain of a master speller. For I am to be a most mighty <i>WIZARD</i>.


We can't do the same.


Nulla salus!


Oh no - definitely something up with this one. Trust me.


A house of healing, from the looks of it.


Gods - it hurts.


Decapitated - but still warm.


Effort v7


Using a five finger discount.


I will soar above the city and find his lair with my keen sight. Meet me there when you've had your rest. We will fight together - and this magician will fall.


Let us leave it to your imagination, shall we?


Piles of bodies - very old, by the looks of them.


As Astarion's strength groweth, the likelihood of her cure - and their return to this plane - groweth too.


A young warrior is expected to fight their first <i>ghaik</i> with their cousins - kin hatched from the same clutch.


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


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


Intactilis sum!


Only then will you be permitted to return. Refuse, and I will slick Bhaal's sanctum with your plaything's sacrifice instead.


Dodge
v2


My power walks with you.


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


Maybe it'll bring us closer.


That, or - or I add your corpse to the heap. Which is it?


Away, you pox'd nun!


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


Mushroom. Powerful. Derryth wants it for a brew.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Get goin'.


No time for mercy.


Hells - not this again.


Our family is whole again. You will serve me once more.


AgreeOpen<br>var 1


The prentice wizard could not master the Nightsong. We might taste Aylin's righteous anger ourselves, yet.


A dead Archduke is of no use to me. A living explorer - a tadpoled fugitive with a knack for survival, perhaps - is a different matter.


There's no judgement in darkness, no shame, just the sensation of two bodies together in the moment.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 1


Not a single bite mark that I can see. I smell a lie.


You'd have proven a burden. Do <i>not</i> pretend you wouldn't have done the same.


YOU! You're a true Baldurian, I can tell. You <i>must</i> understand why we need to keep these strays out of our city.


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


Damn these imps - I need to reach the transponder.


You must have seen some troubling things to find that out. Do you know who your own mother is?


We can do nothing until we escape - <i>that </i>must be our priority.


An' we got what we needed. Ya weren't 'alf bad. Drow'll be happy when she hears it.<br>


Those rothé better keep behaving, if they know what's good for 'em.


So this is Bhaal's cruelty... I underestimated it.


I regret their deaths. But I pledge to live as they perished: in the service of Gith's son.


Malleus! v2


We'll figure this out - one step at a time.


The githyanki from the mind flayer ship. A shame he didn't survive.


The deal is done.


Malcanthet herself did not sound so sweet.


I'd best get back to it, but you take care now, petal.


That vessel contains a parasite. You should take it.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


I'll never get the smell out of my clothes.


They all seemed to be coping so much better than I was.


Attack<br>var 2


AAAAAH!


Maybe. Probably. I don't know. She's a half-devil. Impossible to read.


I'm glad to see you're all right.