Won't be hard to get at, but we should get cracking.<br>


Leave it alone, Damays.


That statue. It seems they worshipped some kind of... scholar?


To be honest, the thought of holding you down while you try to rip my throat out is kind of wonderful.


A donation most gratefully accepted.


Let the others desire you - let them desire us both. They cannot have us so long as we belong to one another.


Just what I need.


Te adstringo linguam!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


The place was empty! Keep those thugs away from my family!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


To surviving!


The lock yields.


Whoa. That isn't good.


Especially not with the you-know-whats still wriggling in our heads.


*You try to rest, but your mind won't settle.*


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


Free... for now.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


Master. No, no. Not master. <i>Not.</i>


*The gnoll's tadpole twitches in response to your command but falls limp as its host howled in rage, resisting you.*


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


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


Few escape these cells. It's only thanks to you that I did.


Villainous face, meet virtuous fist!


Pigeon feathers. No sign of the bird.


Look for an escape route - unless you'd rather wallow in a dank prison cell.


Aye. You've brought me back to myself. I wasn't sure it was still possible.


The collar is trembling. Some sort of magical resonance.


I guess trying to sneak pack the Absolute's army wasn't my best idea.


This must have belonged to Lenore's dog. Definitely magical, too.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v3


I don't need any attention right now.


Barbarian Roar<br>v6


Jaheira's godsend. Such strange company you keep.


My kin wield their spears formidably. It would be foolish to provoke battle with them now.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


It is not everyone who can see past her parlour tricks. As you wish - the truth is not mine to keep.


Fuck those kids, poor thing.


What the...? The Hells do you think you're doing?!


Why isn't it working?!


What're you at? Lads - this'n's trying to scramble me head!


I've got one!


It was right <i>here</i>. Someone must have taken it.


And if I were to ascend instead of him: freedom from Cazador, once and for all.


Whoa - looks like it found a new friend.


Yet another escapee.


You know, I never pictured myself as a hero.


Where has the child gone? I am in no mood for games.


Pull yourself together.


There's magic keeping this chest sealed; I can feel its aura.


Lesson number one: intimidation. Go.


Cresceat scientia!


...number nine...


<i>You're with me here, anyway. Taters.</i>


Stay sharp, stranger. In these times, all we can trust are the blades in our hands.


Dead - by her own kin's hand.


I like making <i>sales</i>. Not my fault it's the nasty stuff that sells. You want one or not?


Thou quivering plague rat!


I shall go talk.


Sorry...


Guessin' you're after Minthara. Could be 'er blood by the looks of you.


Anything for a friend.


'Specialists'. Thieves, con-artists, and killers - nothing so special about that, friend.


Tuebor!


To seek power for personal glory alone is a farce. A shame you can't see it.


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


Looks like using magic around these things is more trouble than it's worth!


Whatever's wrong with you, I hope it's not contagious.


He always insisted we were a family - even when he was carving scars into our flesh.


*Grunt.*


Move along, you - you <i>scallywag.</i>


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


Excellent! You can admire it with your eyes, from a distance.


This next spell should be interesting.


Recovered <br>V2


Every day she kills me as I'm trying to beautify the Temple for your return. Up to thrice, some days.


Glacies!


Without the Prism, we would be thralls. I would torture and slay anyone to keep it.


D'you know he's won Best Smith in Rivington seven years in a row?


Regardless, it's the right thing to do. That's good enough for me.


I, for one, will miss the shadow curse. For all the pain it caused us, it did at least obscure the incessant sun.


Looks like Father Lorgan's help wasn't quite enough.


Ravengard's blood runs through Wyll's veins. I choose to trust. I hope you choose to honour it.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Te video!


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


Attack<br>var 2


The Steel Watch appreciate your cooperation, citizen.


Cresceat scientia!


Hey! Someone let the crawlies out!


Ah. You are right, Boo. A ridiculous notion. It <i>would</i> be far too dark to see.


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


I've seen Dribbles' show a thousand time, but he's never failed to make me smile. He didn't deserve this.


O-of course. I'd never!


Tadpole crawled out of his head soon after.


You can't summon a dead ogre, it turns out.


This is no ordinary flask. I'd better get this into Gale's hands.


If only I was mounted on that dragon.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


A real <i>hero</i>... thought you'd be taller, though.


Bards can talk their way out of trouble as well as into it.


I'm on my way.


Well that did <i>something</i> up there.


What should we toast to, eh?


JUST TAKE WHAT YOU WANT!


Ha! No, my love, I'm not jealous of the beating our gith friend will give you.


Drowcraft armour. No magic left, though - sun's too bright.


Attack<br>var 2


Did you hear that noise? The flames? I <i>knew</i> these refugees were up to no good. I knew it.


The Morninglord calls. Canst thou feel the warmth of his blessing? This is not my final twilight... but a new dawn.


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


Intelligenti pauca!


I'll be - a network of tunnels beneath the Open Hand Temple. And Father Lorgan's name scratched next to them.


Where has she gone, I wonder?


Are you back? Why? <br>


*You test the weight of the chains, looking for weak points.*


Wyvern Whiskey, from Nimbral. Only the guild in Waterdeep imports this, I believe...


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


Victory v4


Interesting jewellery. Certainly not from around here.


Hello, petal. My, my - the mask suits you. Just relax. See the world with fresh eyes.


Fail, and I kill you myself.


<i>Yes. Yes! My gods - is it possible?</i>


Dead. Not surprising.


Halt. <i>Zech</i>... You are gith? State your business.


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


*Your fingers search, but find no bag. Was it a trick of the light?*


PainTeeth<br>var 2


Honey, no - the gravekeeper said we couldn't.


I should end you, but my strength fails me. Perhaps I can outrun the shadows - even as I pray they will creep into the very marrow of your bones.


I would expect my kin to choose less... dilapidated surroundings.


Shockin' display.


I have little time for eavesdroppers.


Not a good time.


*The Fellowship of Financiers appreciates your consideration - but a stain is exactly what you are about to become.*


Still though, when you are expecting nothing but desolation, even a small glimmer of hope fills the heart.


I'll kiss it better later.


Dying Burning


Hurt Critical<br>var2


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


A dragon-rider - my kin are near.


Wasn't expecting that. This jar fights back.


Yes, please.


The Bhaal cult is back, and someone is out there, continuing Sarevok's work.


Worthless junk.


Perhaps someone knows what this means - but not me.


What's the safest path?


Is there something more we should be doing for him?


Some bloody help.


Sharp, deep, and fresh. Someone's marking their territory.


<i>(Shut up, Tilly.)</i>


Taking a look.


Recovered <br>V4


I'm not sure I should trust Wulbren's fate to, well, <i>me.</i>


Dying Burning


Well, not to worry. Have a read of that book - <i>Flora of the Dalelands</i>. There's a recipe for your antidote in there.


*It's time for a family reunion.*


Can we please hurry this up?


Falling


GaspSurprised<br>var 3


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 2


I told you. I've learned a lot.


Thanks to you, we got a cult-army on our tail. Now pay up - or I bleed you dry.


*You feel your patron's prickling flame at the back of your mind - and its diabolic words on your tongue. It wants to <i>help</i>.*


Silks from Cormyr, it says. Empty, though.<br>


Dangerous adventurers infiltrate the city and threaten civilians' safety!


Ah. It's you. The mascot of my ill fortunes.


Agh! I feel like I gargled a straight razor. But to feel anything is wonderful - <i>wonderful!</i>


How has he been holding up?


Another gem. They must be used for something.<br>


You went out of your way to help us, it's only right you get something in return. Here - I hope it helps.


You are familiar with 'The Necromancy of Thay'.


I'd give you the map and wish you a happy funeral, but my mate Brian kept hold of it like his own todger. Goblins made short of the fat old chunk.


Right then. Let's get you out of the way.


What was in that tart? My stomach's doing somersaults...


<i>My true identity is the one you've known from the moment we met. </i>


Spurious prune-tart.


You treacherous little worm!


For once, I agree with the luddite. This 'dump' is a perfect hideout.


Welcome back, dear patron. Remember that the great wizard doesn't suffer fools who waste his time.


Hush! Meat sounds above. Hear?


Dame Aylin will surely aid us. The Moonmaiden's very own daughter knows our cause is just.


And away I go.<br>


*You feel a telltale ache coming from the wound in your hand. Pain will soon grip you - for what you have done.*


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


Talk to the mirror. And remember. Balsam? Good for burns.


And now you've come here to murder me.


You louse, you mite!


Voco murus!


Mystra must be pleased with Gale - I can sense the Weave's threads winding about him.


Eat it.


What, you're going to beat us up? <i>Oooh</i> please don't hurt us.


Effort v6


Stultissime!


You know what - I might give this party a miss. Plenty more fish in the Chionthar, as they say.


I helped design the Steel Watchers, toiled night and day on the first bipedal prototype. It is fitting it ends this way.


I think I'd make a fine teacher. Or a baker. Or a butcher.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


And yet Isobel - the Selûnite cleric - is nowhere to be found. Z'rell instructed you quite clearly.


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


Do you feel it? The chill on your skin, in your lungs? This darkness is diseased.


*<i>The Annals of Karsus</i>. Where better to learn the secrets of the crown than in the writings of the one who might have forged it?*


I can't quite believe it - a night of passion with <i>the </i>famous Halsin? I might faint before I can expend myself.


Let's catch up later, hmm? We have more important business.


She shows great insolence. But time will humble her - and the grove still needs her.


Ha! I would embrace oblivion before I give you that satisfaction.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


A fine choice.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning


This 'treasure' is a pile of junk.


The merregons' leader might still be around here.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


I won't keep you waiting.


My turn.


Bex?<br>


Sob<br>var 3


I do not think that I will.


Right time, right place. You done the Abolute proud.


Hold on! I'm coming.


I'm your husband. It's my job.


These are masterworks. Perhaps you'll join their ranks, once I repurpose your corpse.


Nothing <i>but</i>. Goblins in the wilds, out for blood. And the druids in here, looking to kick us out - or worse.


Your only choice is to trust me.


Could just look the other way.


You could do so much better, Master.


Turns out there was a ghost in there, for real. Local wizard had to get rid of it.


*'Yes,' you think to yourself. 'This is going to be <i>fun</i>.'*


Then they're bound to the Black Mass too. Bound through the scars. And through me.


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


No use. It's blocked.


Yes, you did. You acted according to your instincts, to nature. This is my fault.


Whole lot of talk, and still you've managed to say nothing.


And I cannot even eat it, because the horned ones hide their shiny bits inside.


((*I must see for myself. lead me to the Rot. I wish to see it <b>fester</b>*))


Best get in and out.<br>


Dying Burning<br>v2


Love to be taken for granted.


Please? Please come and help me?


Sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm sure your skull is lovely. I can't wait to see it. WITH ALL THE SKIN ATTACHED OF COURSE.


Venustior!


Another step forward.


I have something to ask.


Foolish... needy... wicked...


What is that <i>stink</i>? It's making my head spin.


Let's GO!


Crescit eundo!


You're kind to say so, but this is hardly my first time in Mystra's presence. It's more the matter of what I'm going to <i>say</i> to her.


You are not my mast-er.


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


So it will not be <i>Minsc</i> who does the judging.


Victory<br>


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


Murdered... <i>obviously...</i>


I can <i>feel </i>the intestines delicately parting for my prying fingers, the supple kidneys greeting my inquisitive claws... I think this is my work from months past.


But first - this is a vial of wyvern poison. Swear to me you'll swallow it if you feel <i>any </i>symptoms.


My mother says I shouldn't read Baldur's Mouth, but it's the only paper out there telling us the truth!


*'This is the end.'*


A dragon is clearly not to be trifled with.


Liar. <i>Liar.</i> Liar!


*Could the Undying Queen truly be powerless against the Illithid Empire, as the dream figure said?*


I knew your kind lacked honour, but this... this is ignomy beyond words.


No.


Effort v6


But perhaps you can still redeem yourself. And I may yet fulfil my destiny.


The <i>problem</i>, ranger, is that you <i>charged in at all. </i>We didn't even know what we were dealing with!


Deep down, you like being leashed, don't you?


Effort v11


Non fit injura!<br>v3


Shadowheart - aid us!


You stood by us. I thought you might. Glad I was right. You might even hang around and help us deal with goblins, by my reckoning.


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


I had better watch your back then.


What is that? Almost looks like someone was trying to grow a person.


*As the God of Justice, Tyr frowns upon theft from his sacred altar. It would be wise to consider other ways of filling your purse.*


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


Till next time, good night - and dream sweetly.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


<i>Chk</i>. Any sacrifice we make must be for my venerable queen, not this turgid dread-lord.


A grim-looking piece. I'll bet it's responsible for more than a few howls and screams.


Claws out.


Justice does not entail granting mercy to monsters. We should not have let this abomination go free.


Hang on!


After seeing you at the gate, I'm sure you'll last longer than us.


Look at you! There was mention of a shipment on the way.


What are you - have you never decapitated a corpse before?! Urgh, what a waste...


That's not funny! If I fall, I have to start all <i>over</i>.


*Your skull sizzles with Ragzlin's displeasure. His mouth is still, but you hear his demand.*


Look around you: good men, good women, stranded here - two feet in the grave.


Breathe quiet, move with care.


Falling


Calm down, dear. It won't happen, I swear.


With that, I've said my sorry piece, and need only bestow unto thee the charm I was bid.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


Anything for you, my love. Together, we'll cut the Hells in two. And Zariel will never lay a hand on you - I swear it.


I'm afraid my heart simply isn't in it.


Thank you, Bone Man. For being... nice.


Voco vineae!<br>v3


That did the trick.


Must have belonged to Lenore's dog.


Without your words, your touch... I fear I would have sought purpose and solace in that void. You reminded me what living can feel like.


Of course you need help.


Good - this is what we've been lacking. Now there's a chance we can find Thaniel, and bring him home.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


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


*The beast sizes you up... then turns away to easier prey - the kitchen's rich stock of unguarded meat and a warm patch by the fire.*


<i>The last stone - I need to see it for myself. </i>


No, Boo. It was not <i>'something I ate'.</i>


Watch.


Or so I'm told. With the hag gone, I shall have to wait a while longer to see for myself.


Are they all like this?


Changeable as the sea - have you decided to help after all?


Oh, this should work perfectly.


We have fed them to the dark maw. They return to the nothingness that claims all.


Who should Wyll's first target be? I assume Zariel's old pet will have an opinion on the matter.


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


Those beds look harder than a brig hammock, and twice as full of bugs.


Zariel answered. Made old Frakes grow flesh upon flesh after flesh. His wee ones had all the meat they could stomach.


Sister might need a wash though. She is hiding from me, in the ground over there.


*Unable to find its target, the device unleashes indiscriminately through your body.*


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


Well. Alone it is.


Hope your soul is in good hands.


Sorry - did it work? Is the hag dead?


I'm a bit busy at the moment. We'll talk later.


I've got half a mind to march in there and tell them right off.


Indeed? I wouldn't dare deny you your self-pleasures. But do clean up after yourself.


I must get into position.


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


Astarion - get up!


Ketheric is vulnerable now. We should hasten to Moonrise, lest our angelic friend kills him before we have a chance to.


Do you remember who sent you to retrieve it?


A vessel fell from the sky. We seek a precious weapon that was taken from it.<br>


Everything's gotta be right for the master. Everything's gotta be perfect.


This necklace's sigil was also in the cave. The Harpers have been unusually active here.


More beggars than customers these days. S'pose I should count my blessings.


<i>Swear </i>you'll look after me, and perhaps I won't need to go poking around with my knife.


That one was strong.


The Grand Design. The restoration of the mind flayer empire. The dream of all illithids.


Imagine if some of this artistry was applied to a canvas instead of dead bodies.


Loved these things as a kid. I imagined so many stories in the spaces between stars.


At least the bits of it that are worth saving.


An open tomb. Something tells me this wasn't plundered by graverobbers.


<i>I suppose if it works...</i>


My, how fortuitous! Jolly good show cracking through that crèche, they had it guarded up to the gizzard!


You are not to blame. It is easy for one who has lived a coddled life to mistake my caution for paranoia.


Get up and fight.


Let me down, and we will prove our people's might!


StrugglingOpen<br>var 1


Broken. Pitiful.


Most excellent.


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


I want to wake up beside a handsome virgin every morning, but life doesn't give us what we want. Can we kill this 'god' now?


Sarevok reclaimed his soul, once - and he <i>still </i>traded it back to his father for a pat on the head. He has earned his second death even more than his first.


This is the Foundry's main lab. The horrors we made here will haunt me to the grave.


...I have no idea. I've been trying to trace the words, but they may as well be written in Rashemi.


Goodness. How <i>awful </i>that was.


The girl has left to hew her own path.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Looks like the curse claimed some of the Absolute's followers as its own.


She always gives Her faithful <i>exactly </i>what they deserve.


Got to make sure all my ships are covered - perhaps we'll cross paths in a tavern later, eh?


Erh, I mean - raid spoils, your majesticality.


That deserves to be remembered.


*The voice is irresistible. Every word is drenched with a power and authority that you do not understand, but cannot deny.*


Now is <i>not</i> the time.


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


Well, him and the unfortunate souls we brought to feed him.


You're <i>quite</i> right. Nobody helps us regular folk of Baldur's Gate anymore.


What has he put in my pockets?! I felt something there.


You tempt me to break my oath, whelp.


Stronghold of the Absolute, eh? Well I ain't praying.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Looks like that odd ox made it through the shadows.


Judicious advice. How puzzling.


Pale and painted skin - the clown's arm. NO, BOO - not for nibbling!


Infernal? I... Who knows? The bastard was insane.


GaspFrightenedBreathLongOpen<br>var 3


At once.


Dolor!


You may address me as Your Majesty.


Easy.


Person? Please, you insult her - you insult <i>me</i>.


This is the kind of man who gets a title. Authority. Makes me sick.


Halsin's master of this place, not you.


Well... all right, take 'im. But he still counts as my catch, not yours!


We scratch our arses down 'ere while that leggy freak gets rewarded above? 'S bollocks.


First Druid, and now last druid. Thanks to me.


This is a private kennels. Get out.


This is your quarry, Wyll? Less devilish than I had anticipated.


Are you lost, little one? Maybe your soul will make it back home.


<i>Prinski's Motivation Sequence activated.</i>


That letter mentioned toys that had been tampered with. Do not be deceived by their cute and buttoned eyes, Boo.


The disc is moving. This must lead to the next part of Shar's Gauntlet.


Eternal, invincible, forever, except <b>not</b>.


Well, there's plenty of folk in this park we could get to know!


Voco nubes!<br>v2


With pleasure, General.


*Here lies Kanon. He gave his life defending others. He will be missed.*


The stones call to us - their bearers will <b>come</b> to us.


Tell me who killed you, freak. No games!


That mushroom is... unusual. Not sure I should get too close.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


It is possible, but such a promise must not be made lightly. Wealth must be sacrificed, and your soul re-pledged.


I'd like that. Someone to carry our name, learn the four pillars. If only father -


*Your companion rests blissfully, without a fear in the world.*


Stabilio!


When I first visited Moonrise, I stood before the Absolute in awe.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 3


A spectator. I've battled the likes before, within the Eye of the Sky.


You did well to defeat Ketheric. But Ketheric was only the first to fall.


Pus-supping maggot.


Pallida mors!<br>v2


Sembian wine; Cormyrian boar; Waterdhavian conversation. It's the little things you miss while on the road.


Quod dico face!


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


We let you in and you go trashin' our stuff? Just bad manners, that.


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


Such creatures are not to be trusted, as a general rule, though this one does appear to have had a significant hand in our survival up to this point.


You reek of illithid.


I'm so <i>hungry.</i>


Dearest patriars, but a moment. The Blade of Frontiers graces our halls - and he's wearing his devilish best.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Not happening.


*First you took apples from stalls, then gold from purses. Once, you even lifted a necklace right off a matron's throat. The other novices were in awe of you.*


Come on... all the druids can understand me, you can - why can't the man with the pen?


Never.


The moment we arrive, I'm heading straight to Elfsong Tavern.


Are - are you a friend?


So - bear with me.


A <i>ghaik</i> thrall is something to eradicate, not reason with.


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


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


Consuming Gold<br>var 4


You know what would be nice, just for a change? Venturing through a sun-dappled vineyard, or a gleaming palace.


Just shout if you need help up there.


A secret lair in the undercity ruins. What was Carrion doing there?


Don't be like that, darling. Offer our guests something to drink. Maybe your blood.


Nice to... meet... you...


I can see it, you know. The grand design. It isn't what we think. It's <i>us. </i>


Where is it?!


Oh, lots. Rhymes with 'under-sea' for one thing. Fitting, eh?


Even injured, it's dangerous. Be careful.


It's hopeless. Silvanus' will holds these vines in place.


Fiat lux!<br>v2


No matter - I do enjoy a challenge, and I have more than a few tools to experiment with.


Agh!


Unseen and unsightly.


If I could cast Wish right now, you'd be an ant forever.


<i>Curtail your sympathy. We wish to <b>destroy </b>the elder brain, not nourish its thralls.</i>


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


*Soon you will not be able to trust yourself at all. You will be a monstrosity beyond redemption.*


Origin Extra: Dying


*What delights will you plumb next? Displacer beasts? Worgs? Carrion-crawlers?*


This Nightsong sounds like the source of Ketheric's immortality. Maybe I can use it against him?


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


I. Know. That.


Haha...


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


Auntie says I can see the baby when it's time. But I have to be good.


We will wait for a time, Majesty, but not long. The shadows are getting closer - we cannot wait long.


Mind flayer's dead - the imps killed it.


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


*Your efforts reveal nothing. If the merregon is angry at your attempted intrusion, it doesn't show.*


*How you ended up amidst these hellish flames is just as hidden.*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


<i>Wizards...</i> Always talking, never knowing when to be quiet.


I think it's brine. The stuff those brain worms are grown in.


It better be around here somewhere.


He's gone - and we need to follow. He'll feel the safest where the shadows are deepest.


What's theirs shall be mine.


He attacked us, stole our children, and left our tribe shattered.


Doubt is a spoilsport. Cast it aside.


Even caught us thieving and didn't make a thing of it.


Gaudy thing. Maybe it can be sold for something more useful.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


The goblins! They failed me. They failed us all.


Dying Burning<br>v5


My little secret.


Some deluded fool actually took time to carve this.<br>


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


A fine sword and hat. And a fine adventurer at the bottom of the swamp, no doubt.


Can't keep me out.


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


That is the royal 'we', I think. Little men do not like to share power.


Whoever was flying that thing can't have survived - whatever's left is up for grabs!


I need someone to look into this <i>quietly</i>. It's the only chance he has.


Monster. Death is too good for it.


Ellie May's ring? Better me than him, I suppose.


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


Listen up, Clan Flameshade - we need to cut and run.


You don't craft a chest like that to hold trinkets. There must be something valuable inside.


Words of power. We'll put them to use in the archive.<br>


Majesty. Majesty, You are so <i>close </i>here.


And when the time comes, the True Souls - <i>you </i>- will rule.


Keep talking.


That corpse - it's Arabella's mother.


You're right. The orb is the only way. All that's left for me to do is spirit you away to safety. Are you ready?


Combat Vocals - Hurt
Ugh!
var4


*Tendrils snap like iron cords around your wrist. That presence in your mind looms large, closer now.*


Are you kidding? This is Blaze Portyr - the leader of the Flaming Fist! She once crushed a man's skull with her <i>bare hand</i>.


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


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


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


Nothing, <i>jhe'stil.</i>


What about this.<br>


Ugh - what a horrid sight that was.


I need a drink and a real bed.<br>


Oskar finds it easier to imagine a world where women kill themselves over him than one where they have their own bloody problems.


You don't scare me.


Lady Shar commanded me. And I obeyed. I do not question - I merely act as she wills me to.


The Gondians recognise Barcus Wroot as leader of the Ironhand Gnomes - and look forward to ushering in a new peace between our factions.


I wasn't much better than the current stock when I was a <i>yank</i>.


Isobel's sarcophagus. Before Ketheric brought her back.


Try to keep up.


Listen, you!


Closed Mouth Effort v6


I know the dark of wildspace. But I've never known a dark like this.


Your man Helm seems to know what he's talking about.


Isobel. Isn't that the name of the cleric at Last Light?


Resisto venenum!<br>v2


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


Gods, what happened to his head?


Find me in Father's sanctum. We will set our cruelties against each other, and his true Chosen will rise.


Drunk <br>V3


Ah. That's better.


The seat won't go empty for long. Such are the politics of power.


Or perhaps the tadpoles are merely on holiday.


Something useful, I hope.


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


You've had one the entire time and didn't say a word?


Cudo!


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


I haven't stopped trying to think of something that could help your engine last it out, by the way. But so far, all roads lead to a dead end. Sorry - I didn't mean -


Ugh. Fresh goblin stench. They're close.


Even now, your tongue twists the truth. When you were young and ten-fingered still, Minsc and Boo were stone - enstatuated on a city square!


Obedi me!<br>v2


Thank you - and may Torm keep you.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


ClosedMouth Effort v2


I hope so, otherwise we may all be killed in our beds.


She will call for me soon, I'm sure of it.


Closed Mouth Effort


Hells, that looked rather painful.


Got yourself in trouble?


Caeco te!


The half-elf with the relic. Curious.


Were you hurt recently? An accident of some sorts? That could explain things.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Stop that - gerrout of my head!


An extra blade could be the difference between rescuing Duke Ravengard or losing him forever. I hope you'll help us.<br>


You don't think she will.


I am Lady Shar's instrument. You cannot win.


Enough. Do we go, or do we die?


*'Gluttony'? The rat squeaks in interest.*


Strange bottle. Even stranger smell...


Two of my real friends, finding real happiness? Together? Beautiful.


Better be cautious.


Hah! Oh, I do like the mouthy ones.


I bet Gale would love that idol. If he can get it.


There's more written here... no, must be gibberish.


Are you thick?! Kill me as many times as you like - I'll just keep coming!


It all feels like recklessness to me.


*A single strike will end his suffering...*


So long as he leaves with what he came for.


Gods no, that's not what I meant. Never, Cal. Never!


This would be the worst time to take a nap.


You're desperate to be rid of it. Understandable, but you're looking for solutions in the wrong places.


*Face the prisoner. Consider the implements provided. Then...*


*Can your people really celebrate you in such a form as this? Your sworn duty was to slay a <i>ghaik</i>, not become one.*


Voco flagella!<br>v3


Just hope these scraps will satisfy the bunch when they're in this state.


I would <i>smite them all</i>! ...If I didn't need this letter of credit cashed.


You been a shit since I laid eyes on you, red-eye. Go on, try and gut me. I ain't going down easy.


Weak


I can't believe what happened to Grub. He was my best friend.


Diminuo te!


Bite. Eat! Bite!


*You silently praise Shar for guiding whoever razed this Selûnite pit.*


Amicus animalis!


That gasbag is three sheets to the wind - can it even feel pain?


Looks like that elf lost someone dear to him.


Thunder Master smells scary but is nice. Doesn't hit Fork. Tell you secret. <i>Only</i> you.


*The Harper acknowledges your explanation, grateful to see you in one piece.*


*The projection exudes immense psionic energy. Only five thousand senja'si and five thousand gish, gathered in Tu'narath, could convey such an image.*


Am I? Perhaps I am. Or perhaps I need another glass of wine.


You can do it. Just have to believe!


Non fit injura!<br>v2


A house of healing, from the looks of it.


Rotten food and dried blood. A wild party, or something more sinister?


Someone - some<i>thing</i> - shed Flaming Fist armour like a second skin.


You have to take what pleasure you can, after all, in your diminished state.


Mark your prey, and we will split them open!


Aqua pura!<br>v2


Nearly there... have to keep going...


Do you see the truth, now? It was always going to kill you.


Oh... gods. Zhent are going to up the bloody protection rates, aren't they?


This is a bad idea.


Let's let cooler heads prevail, eh? I'm not sure I like our odds if we pick a fight here.


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


The Orphic Hammer. I will admit, I did not expect it to be an <i>actual</i> hammer.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


What to take?<br>


Open your eyes.


Are those... specks of adamantine in this slag?


Kill! We'll KILL you!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


A wizard's cowl - gorgeous textiles. What do you think, Gale?


No other choice, I suppose.


The lava's erupting. Better watch my step.


Jen - I mean, Shadowheart, pardon. It warms my heart to see you.


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


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


A new leader, and a new era. Praise the Nightsinger!


<i>Those fires would have consumed me - and you, perhaps. But I promise to find new and interesting ways to keep you warm.</i>


Are you now? Well, lucky her.


It's more of a gamble without the tadpoles, but maybe you're right. The best defence is a timely murder...


Want another?


What are these chains made of?! Argh.


*In memory of Myrna - a shining light in this dark world.
May you forever gaze upon the lake you loved to play in.*


Poor Shadowheart. She's been jerked around so much. I want to believe the gods keep this world balanced, but sometimes... sometimes I wonder.


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


Nothing you can do up here. So you can get down by yourself, or I can give you a nice push.


Still, it might be wiser to  keep an open mind on the matter. Our visitors' promises of aid might yet bear valuable fruit.


Hush, Olly.


Charity is a luxury. Fickle, occasional gestures from guilty hearts. I run a business.


Sorry. I didn't mean to snap.


I - ...I do believe you. I know you only did what you thought was best for me.


Erm, p-praise the Absolute. Always an honour to have a drow with us...


True. But I thought you might at least try.


Oh. Well, in that case, I suppose we'll just move on.


Don't waste a step.


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


But most important - no witnesses.


But when yer takin' a tinkle, or whatever you lot do with your bits, give it a wave, eh? The bigwigs at Moonrise <i>love </i>a good show.


Gods - have we really cut down the Great Ranger Minsc? A nightmare that can never be erased from my memory.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 3


Time is so gods-damned greedy. It can never give, only take. My eternal soul is at its mercy.


Oh, but I shall. I'll just ask your corpse where she's hiding.


Better get you out of there.


The shield is still warm to the touch. A dragon is not to be trifled with.


If I don't make it out in time, tell my siblings I loved them. Please.


Now I have to go. There's not a moment to lose!


Gale? You seem distracted - does something trouble you?


I could listen to this forever...


Time!


Break the traitor prince free. It is time he pay penance for his crimes against our people.


Nothing there.


For the Absolute.


Can't slow down.<br>


I hope you're here to discuss that contract you just signed. Agreeing to give away our greatest hope of salvation wasn't the wisest of moves.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 3


Ah. That... does not sound encouraging.


Don't worry, pet. I won't leave 'til you're fully satisfied.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


Dying


Do you mind?


Minimus!


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 3


Before I came here, I was given to drunkeness, wanton violence, licentiousness of every sort... but now I am saved. As you can be.


So stiff!


What was that watchword? 'Lux splenda.'


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


If you're looking for coin, you're out of luck. I'm a healer, not a moneylender.


It looked like my mother's, all right?


Hurt Critical


Did he, now? Let me guess: the snivelling brat's failed his duty. Nothing if not expected.


<i>Yisk Gith'ka tavki krash'ht!</i>


Dust everywhere and not a prayer to be heard.


He's gone. Left this morning.


But when has the master ever rewarded us? When has he given us anything? And now he offers us freedom?


Aside from her heresy? Every soul sworn to another god is stolen from ours.


*Hiss.*


A noble purpose indeed. Baldur's Gate has many liberties to offer, especially for one with your skills.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


Better. Much better. But still lacking perspective. Bring me eyes - clear, young ones.


<i>Finally. </i>Goodnight, Carrion.


Ad lapidem!


A fine offer - we are back in business.


Damn. I was hoping my imagination had gotten the better of me, but this must be something more.


'Aggression'.


Move.


A little spice.


Feel that? Our tadpoles are restless.


The longer we wait, the likelier that we share in this fate, or worse. Let's get rid of these things.


Obedi me!<br>v2


Run along now. Go tell your darling master Ketheric what a good child you've been.


*The merregon stares, missing even the faintest echo of personality.*


The forge... he wanted the forge...


The duergar, of course. Filthy greylings.


Fierce little fighters, aren't they?


Well. No choice but to follow.


*The spell's power wanes. You can ask no more questions.*


He might've let me go, for the right amount of coin. The rest? They'll only be swayed by steel.


How is this possible...?


<i>Enough gawking - get me down.</i>


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


Comply, and you have nothing to fear.


Morbidus!


Thou inglorious hog.


She'll tear me in two for touching her egg.


Shadow Druids? Kagha, have you lost your mind?!


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


Hm? Oh - I don't need anything else. Thanks.


This Nightsong sounds like the source of Ketheric's immortality. Maybe I can use it against him?


Astarion - please. No power is worth these prisoners' torment.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


Damn, Lae'zel. Wish you could've solved that without... <i>this. </i>Wasn't there another way?


Aye aye, soldier.


Must be a diabolist running this shop with so many devillish artefacts.


But working together, and controlling an <i>elder brain</i>...


Sobering, to think that we've got even tougher battles yet to come.


Bhaal's inheritance is mine!


Just remember to fetch me next time. I'd hate to think you were holding out on me.


Ex Textura!


<i>Tsk'va!</i> Best to watch my step.


*Yawn!*


Lyrthindor - last Dark Justiciar. I kept watch over Lady Shar's temple. Kept the faith alive, after all the others were killed.


Demento te!<br>v2


Sounds like there's gold inside. Their proceeds?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Graven idols, cindered air. Bhaal's bloodied hands moulded this place.


Gods, where is she?


I've been hunting at night, but not found any trace of my prey.


No. Well... maybe a little, but I'm not sure.


*You appear as an illithid. The <i>kith'raki</i> will hunt you, gut you, and devour you. You are not Vlaakith's precious, but Vlaakith's prey.*


That was no bear - that was shapeshifter magic. I need to look at the remains.


I've got you.


Oh, I hate art.


Veterans of the Hells - to arms!


Dissera!


Hast thou considered this is a waste of mortal energy?


You'd best have one hells of an apology for me, young lady.


What? No. No - it can't be. That's not... that's not... *sob*


It is, but the er... fee isn't negotiable. Come back when you have the coin.


You deny yourself the sweetest pleasures. But that can change, given the right circumstances.


*The brain won't budge.*


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


I don't... where'd it <i>go?</i> Looks like someone swiped it before you. All that fuss for nothing.


*Jaheira's meaning is clear: Marcus was a traitor, laying a trap. The same, it seems, is happening here.*


The Absolute's chamber... Paradise...


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


We're done here.


Shout


Perhaps they had no choice but to hide.


I can't believe they'd use me to control Droo... my poor, sweet wee lad.


There's an almost reverent silence that accompanies the peak of darkness, when you'd almost believe the dawn will never break.


Pipe down!


Weapon blueprints. They call for sussur bark...


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


You! You poisoned us!


I am a spirit medium, one who wanders the hazy boundaries of mortality bearing the intentions of the living, and the knowledge of the dead.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


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


Attack Critical<br>var2


Ethel again? I was hoping she'd found some remote bog to rot in.


Oh gods - don't tell him I said that will you? I really love my job! Promise!


Come to have a go? Give it your best shot.


This way. Quickly. We need to talk.


Not this again.


More for me.


She stole the Idol of Silvanus during prayer, and interrupted the rite.


Makeshift Selûnite graves. They must have fallen in the fight against the Sharrans, all that time ago.


I'm sorry, True Soul. I didn't realise.


You're right. I'm a killer. A <i>monster.</i>


You'll be stronger than ever.


Lady Shar grant you mercy - because I know the Mother Superior won't.


If that what it takes to keep the peace!


You do <i>not </i>wish to incur my vengeance. I guarantee you.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


What a darling child we have raised. We helped it to live, and it helped itself to this family's brains.


What's the point in all that brutalising domination if you don't have a family to go back to at the end of the day?


S'matter, woman? I've got my brain back! Smile!


*There's no doubt - this creature is responsible for your parasite. And it's waiting for your questions.*


What master gives is my rightful due. Master is most kind.


I am a daughter of Selûne - we illuminate darkness. We do not not create it.


Lolth... cast out... Absolute... <i>saved</i>...


It may be some time before you are afforded another such night - there is much to be done.


Heh.


Fear of Bhaal ruins me. No matter how many times I am reborn - the rotted phoenix rising from sheer agony - I can never get my heart to slow its tormenting lurches.


*You were seen interfering with a corpse. Perhaps you should leave the dead to their rest.*


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


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Here.


I see nothing but an empty hand. Enough games - bring me the gnome's head.


Having performance issues, Rolan?


Tight fit. I barely got through.


Right, pilgrims. You'll be scouting the perimeter of the war camp, looking for enemies.


Mother Superior sent you? Go on, then - where do I go?


Whoa. I've seen a lot, but never been threatened by a <i>god.</i>


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


Dwarf! What are you doing on Gekh's raft?


Curious disc - looks githyanki. Lae'zel may know more.


A tragedy, that Kagha would turn her back on shadow, only to succumb to it.


Dying Freezing to Death


Blacker than night. What might be down there?


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


Nimble was an excellent Ironhand Gnome - she'll be difficult to replace.


Once we have conquered the Absolute, perhaps we can turn our attention to dissolving the criminal elements of Baldur's Gate, and replacing them with our own candidates.


Pulso!


The Dark Lady, befouled by the Absolute's mark.


Thanks. See you in Baldur's Gate, I hope. Now scram, before I get emotional.


Let's begin. Whatever happens, do not attempt enter the portal, and do not let anything interfere with it.


B-burn, bastard!


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


Necklace has a Harper sigil. Why were they here?


This drow's cracked like an egg. Must have fallen quite some height.


You know, I think it's time I move somewhere better-suited to my lifestyle.


Got to move rock. Only the rock.


On your feet.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


A goblin healer. We really are desperate, aren't we?


We ventured into darkness together - now we've come out the other side, I'd say I'm feeling a little refreshed.


The straight path.


Easy, now.


You? One of us? Not bloody likely!


<i>Monster. </i>Get away from me.


You cannot be both good and bad. It is impossible. There is no goodness in you.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Meditation Breathing


Bashful tonight, are we? Perhaps you will take to a more - relaxed style.


Morio!


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


If, however, you're open to the idea of supporting the arts, then we may do some fine business.


Lady Mizora told me everything. How you and the Blade of Frontiers slaughtered his own father, how he craves ultimate power.


I was just going to take it from your corpse anyway.


An earthquake, perhaps - strong enough to rouse the dead, too.


Godlike in power, yes. But with none of the sanctity.


I see this being a highly prosperous partnership.


<i>I took this one from the nautiloid. I have been nurturing it ever since - priming it for your use.</i>


I... feel better too. Now that the voices are gone.


Maybe you could take Cazador's place. Maybe you could free us.


How did you end up as a counting house cashier?


She's gone. Thank the Hells.


Oh yes, I know you hid him from me. But this is not the moment to discuss it. This is about the dead, not the undead.


Is that Rolan? Gods, his foolishness is enough to give wizards a bad name..


My dear child, I already know all there is to know.


Dying Burning<br>v3


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


How the hell did Zarys make Swordhar? Never saw her work a day in her life.<br>


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


Oh, erm, hello, High Harper! That is. Jaheira. Mum - argh - <i>ma'am!</i>


Well, she wasn't lying - she's immortal.


Surely finding a little boy can't be that hard, even if he is... whatever he is.


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


I can't lose anyone else - I won't.


Our queen chose you... <i>Vlaakith gha'g shkath zai</i>!


Gladly. We each know the other's heart to the fullest - there is little to fear here.


You've had my food, right? Answer's in the gruel.


Care is needed - a magic ward protects this door.


Anyway, enough pillow talk. Let's go, before the goblins start stirring.


Done, nice and neat. Now, let's report to the lovely Z'rell.


Healing's on the way.


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


Nothing good can come of it unless it is contained. Why?


I suggest you stop speaking - for your own health, of course.


*The spell's power wanes. You can ask no more questions.*


Locked shut. Look out for a lever or a switch.


Thank you.


You're breathing right now, are you not? I think you'll find I've paid that debt in advance.


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


Let's hope not. If they know we have their 'weapon' they'll never give up. More's the pity.


Hostium munera!<br>v3


Or perhaps they found a better life with a new owner. Time will tell.


An empty cleft - but I have nothing to fill it with.


Fiat lux!<br>v2


This world is a better place with you in it, for as little or as long as it is lucky enough to have you. It is most <i>certainly</i> a better place without Enver Gortash. And, if I may borrow a phrase from you...


That stench... dead owlbear prey, no doubt.


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 2


Sure as shittin'. That orc blood makes you damn near feral.


Bah - the place is near to bursting with guards. The duke's safer than a snail in a steel shell.


Broken bones - must have fallen.


Interesting. I wonder if those blueprints survived.


Come. The horned ones mentioned a camp. One there - this Zorru - has seen githyanki.


If you don't wish to help, <i>leave</i>.


Look here!


<i>Faugh.</i> More bodies than a battle-field, and none of the glory.


The traitor Voss waits in Sharess' Caress. We shouldn't keep him waiting.


Until you do, then.


Your mate spooked the guards - we can't afford another slip up, not with the eyes of the Absolute everywhere.


My Harpers are gone, shadows lost in the shadow theatre of my mind alone.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


You're not leaving with them.


A fitting end for such a craven creature.


Perhaps we should exercise a <i>touch</i> more caution in future.


Just an old prayer.


Strange - dead as a doorhinge, but nary a wound.


I suspected there was something to be found, but this... <i>the Gauntlet of Shar</i>. I can scarcely believe my own eyes...


Finally.


What? I - well, maybe you could have a look.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


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


What was that watchword? 'Lux splenda.'


((*my spawn will rise, and sing of your might. you will be called <b>King-Bringer</b>!*))


Down you go - entrance is behind the wardrobe. Here's the key.


Healed - but she doesn't look much happier.


Time!


*You remember seeing this symbol in a book about the denizens of the Astral Plane.*


So many red morsels fell out of Alexander. They tasted like salt and rust! Very good. Even better than cheese.


Crescit eundo!<br>v2


Damn - Nere's Corpse is already stinkin' up the place.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


Corpses - arranged with some intent.


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


My friend, have you considered dodging?


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


We need to unlock whatever's left of him, inside his head. There must be something to trigger him - a word, a memory, an item. We just need to find it.


No use digging here.


Book didn't melt your eye goobers. Oh well. Next time.


Cave circulum!<br>v2


As you wish. Do not tarry long.<br>


Interesting. Let's find what this fits into.


*You argue your case, but it makes no difference. You're going to be locked up.*


Before you do that, see how our First Druid treats outsiders. Then decide if you would put your faith in her.


Looks like the mind flayer is gone. Off to cause some havoc in the city, I'd imagine...


Soldiers at rest. I bet those bones have some stories to tell.


Adamantine... enhancement... from mithral...


Victory v3


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


An illithid trap left me retired - permanently. Writing is how I spend much of my days now.


Sine metu!


Deep breath - just keep running.


Ephelomon remains the queen's consort to this day, as endless as the empire he now serves.


You and me performing, a private concert - just for the kids. They'd love it, I'm sure!


By Balduran's bones - the land is swallowed in shadow... I'm not sure I want to step in there.


*You realise he is casting Detect Thoughts.*


Didn't need your permission, but fine.


Seems like everything we write needs Gortash's approval. I can't recognise my own work by the time they're done 'editing.'


And what will you do with that power? Slaughter the city? Brutalise the world?


Thick as a glob of unguent.


Gone... and gods, what's that <i>smell? </i>Sulphur? Bizarre.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


<i>Ska'kek kir Gith shabell'eth. </i>My blade rests. Mother Gith compels you to listen.


And I mean to stay on his more-or-less good side.


You've come. We await your good word.


She <i>chose </i>to be here, petal. But go ahead - risk yourself for the brat, and see where it gets you. HAH.


At least the cub has a fighting chance now.


Then you're already wiser than me. That's a lesson I've only recently learned.


A victim dumped from Moonrise. And hardly the first.


I won't cause any more trouble - I <i>swears</i> it.


Well, you'll be the one laughing when they're all enslaved to the Absolute!


Come on, open up.


Recovered <br>V3


Ah, go on, ain't bothered muckin' my blade with ya. But mind your manners.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


Is that blood? No, never mind.<br>


More than prepared.


It would be a waste of effort to strike her again.


<i>Shka'keth</i>! You know Raphael holds the key to the prince's freedom - and you turned away.


The blade from the druid's notebook. I feel the shadows living within it.


Locked. Best find another way in.


*Though it is scuffed and smeared with blood, you realise the lute belonged to Alfira, the tiefling bard.*


Ah. That's better.


*It fades beneath your touch, but you feel something left behind. A fragment.*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Might as well be gibberish.


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


The mind flayers weren't my first kidnapping. A long time ago, I crossed Cazador - a powerful man in Baldur's Gate.


If there's a single copy left, it's sitting in his head. Those Absolutists pull it out and make runepowder...


Vanished to mist? I never heard of a vampire spawn doing that before...


Orders are orders. We've got ours, you've got yours. I need you to step back.


I'm going to knock that smirk right off your face.


There we are. All of your very best traits in a bottle. Use it well!


Our weapons can't take much of this.


Back, eh? What's your business?


Alas. The creature that afflicts you, the ill-begotten magic that it weaves, is inextricably conjoined with both the greater purpose and the greater master that it serves.


No lock, no handle. How does it open?


Oh n-n-no! It's you... The one who did all them terrible th-things in the paper...


My varsh taught that the silver bells of Vlaakith's court still ring out before every hunt in celebration of the prince's defeat.


Don't do anything stupid - just say he's right and get us out of this!


It is a pleasure, isn't it? Warm and sweet and sticky.


Elegant bearing, saucy voice - I should've seen it, the signs were all there.


We prepare for the fight of our lives, and the lives of everyone in Faerûn.


High Hall. There's nowhere else to go... This is where it all ends, my love.


Your soul is lit with a grace few possess. It is... blinding.


A stranger. Delectable. Yes...


Blood spilled, the blacksmith vanished. This can't be good...


Mors certa!<br>v2


Maybe there's a real chance that we'll get to Baldur's Gate now.


Away, you pox'd nun!


Selûnite drivel. Must be connected with that chest - it bears the same symbol.


Why bother with chatter? Our cure is at the crèche.


Hah! You... you what?


*Mrrriaow?*


A Dark Justiciar helm. I wanted one of my own so badly... hard to imagine, now.


O Gith, Great Emancipator, Mother of my people, reveal your light and guide me forward. <i>Yisk Gith'ka tavki krash'ht. </i>


I'd go home if I were you - I think the halfling in charge is the most haunted thing here.


Toodle-oo! I look forward to seeing you grace our front pages.


That mad drow was searching for this forge, too. Seems he wasn't the only one.


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


It lied to us. Ignored Father's commands.


... anywhere... away... safety...


Resisto!


Hells... something just woke up down here.


Little bit of this, little bit of that...<br>


Intelligenti pauca!


Oculus tempestatis!


Call all the friends you want, bird. It won't save you.


A crèche is near - we must seek signs of it. Search these corpses for a map.


Nothing. You had your chance to talk - now you die.


A crèche is near, that much is certain. We follow the path forward and seek signs of githyanki settlers.


Pleasure is what I know, and what I do best. Here, I work to create it anew for myself each eve.


Karlach, thy spirit singeth, even in thy form, so changed.


Such a pity - the Absolute hates you.


I didn't introduce myself before. You can call me Scratch.


Time for a soft touch.


Dying under this monastery would've been a shame.


The green earth bless us, she bore no mark. Those horns - mm, mm. Such cartilaginous crunch!


Maybe she would've still been alive if those fishers didn't pull her out of the water...


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


I don't need help. And certainly not from you.


What a sight. We should stop for a nice little lunch, take it all in.


But nothing to worry about... right?


My, you <i>are </i>a long way from the Lich Queen's watchful gaze, cleric. I hope you can find some solace here, at least.


Effort


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


Kill me? I don't think so. You can't even wriggle out of those chains.


Here we go again.


We'll get the druid talking. Grove's got to be full of magic.


*Getting caught setting a trap was the easy part. Getting away with it will be more of a challenge.*


You'll be free soon enough.


*It is every sensation of a lifetime of love, all at once. Your body trembles with impossible expectation. Unable to resist, a voiceless scream erupts from your mouth: 'Haarlep...'*


PainPretend<br>var 3


Never heard rothé make sounds like that before. Not without a spear in its guts.


Effort v9


A pixie's stature, but an ogre's temper. Incredible.


Owlbear cub, let's test that armour of yours!


*Hiss!*


You have already laid the foundation.


That was a phase spider. Better watch out, it might come back.


'Missing: Rascal - brown puppy. Jagoda - black and white cat. Zola...' That's a <i>lot</i> of missing pets.


Invoco te<br>v2


Come at me, ya shit.


We would not normally tolerate outsiders at a time like this.


*You cannot prod it, but you can make it clear that you are watching. What is there to fear when it is the one stuck inside <i>you?</i>*


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


Proper measures.


One of Dribbles' limbs. I always knew clowns were 'armless.


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


It shall be done.


I wasn't surprised to learn you two had fallen in together. I could make a guess at what she needs from me, too.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


My assistant. She's posted in the Lower City investigating Duke Stelmane's murder. Now, back to it - what have you found?


Few mutilate with Orin's skill. Her craft is exquisite. It is a rare honour to see her work - relish it.


Death would not silence Balthazar for long. But dead or alive, he is lost.


And on that note... pleasure! Look for word from the Guildhall.


*As you writhe with sickly dreams, a deep dread floods you.*


I've got something special for you.


Hm. Nice.<br>


BreathRecovery<br>ver 1


It's not without risk, but the same can be said for all great causes.


'When I was lad I made merry, made merry<br>With a beautiful lass from the plains...'


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


My name's Astarion. I was in Baldur's Gate when those beasts snatched me.


Here's to living every day like it's our last.


I hope we did enough. And if not, well, we gave it everything we've got.


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


I'm starting to think they've forgotten about us.


I do hope the Fist take a step back from the park soon, then it'd be the <i>perfect</i> spot for me and my Eugenie.


Can't abide bad manners, can we lads?


No. To let you live would be beyond cowardice. You sowed these many dead indeed, but now I will do the reaping.


What in the hells? It was a shape shifter!<br>


Huh. Seemed to make something click into place up above.


Keep crime reports short - do <i>not</i> waste our time with frivolous issues.


Time to meet your end.


Searching.


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


I command you, corpse: speak and say sooth. <i>Lhuuc an ac akuul'dec shuulkokec!</i>


Majesty? Is - is this true? Did I not serve you well?


No, Boo, you may lick the blood later.


Hmph.


This will not work. I should look elsewhere.


Barbarian Roar


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Why don't you watch the show? You're in for a treat.


Mine for the taking.


You'd let me have her? She will make such tender meat for the slab. But not yet.


*Sceleritas seems unable to speak, ever since you commanded him not to.*


But what does it mean?


Agh!


If you wanna chat, talk to Nestor - I like my personal space.


The Steel Watch is progress. It is the <i>future</i> - you cannot stop it.


It was under your watch that my Prince was slaughtered.


Your father - the Lord of Murder - offered you all of the powers of death and carnage. Powers that we will need before this fight is through.


Ready for anything.


If you are known to my mas-ter, step forward and de-clare yourself an ally.


The bond's hold. He owns us. We have no choice, we must obey. Get out of here, Astarion, before...


The path is now clear - we have to get to Moonrise Towers. Do you remember what I told you? About getting there?


Don't be. The Shadowfell claims everyone in the end - it just took its time with me.


At the very edge of life and death is where one happens upon the true breakthroughs, my friend. That's how I discovered the delicious volatility of the blood sample you gave me.


Closed Mouth Effort


No other choice, I suppose.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


*And what of the True Souls? Will you liberate them from their parasites and religious delusions? Or will you use the power for your own gain?*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


They spoke of the Absolute - same as that goblin, Sazza. Curious.


Lights in the sky, shadows in retreat. Got any more miracles for us?


Open up.


The tadpole - I can't feel it anymore. Thanks to that bomb of his, I'm not going to turn into a mind flayer!


Flagra!


You stand now on the cusp of the Dread Lord's favour.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


I only hope the worst is behind us now that this killer has been dealt with.


I imagine Ethel would've said the same.


Were they heading to the druids' grove?


The size of that thing. Looks so much bigger when it's flying above you...


When would they be ready? Only the tall one - and fate - truly knew.


Agents of... let me guess. The devil Karlach herself told you that profane lie.


Quite. Now I really do have to get back to work!


Elminster, Ramazith, Karsus - oh the doors are named for dusty old wizards. How tedious.


Ah!


Quod dico face!<br>v3


*You feel it too: the Underdark's magical energy - the faerzress - slipping from your grasp.*


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


There's more to this artwork than meets the eye.


Blessed be to Gut!


Perfect. Let's get a move on, then.


*A body has been discovered. You're accused of being the cause of death.*


'Cause I'm hoping you'll return the favour.


A little saliva from the wound... saving that...


I could drown in that song...


You truly are testing the patience of a man who could level a city if he wished, you know.


This is how it starts - Watchers for our 'protection'. Then it's censoring, curfews - and soon we have to ask permission to just <i>exist.</i>


You seem overburdened with hangers-on already.


Hm. Not working right now.


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


Aye, so you have. It's one place the Zhentarim can trade openly, thank the gods.


They won't stay that way.


If you see Rolan, could you let him know we're here? I'm getting worried.


They should stay closer, my Queen. They should stay in the light.


Your face... your face is familiar. But it isn't Danis' face. His is the only face I want to see, and I... I'll never see it again.


You want to waste<i> runepowder </i>on -


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


'Flumph Mating Rituals'? Not likely - this book's masked by magic.


Then what you standin' <i>here</i> for? The True Souls're inside the temple!


Well met. I am Raphael. Very much at your service.


Guilty as charged. Sometimes literally...


These are Sharran weapons. I would recognise the Nightsinger's blades anywhere.


<i>Unfortunately, we have no time. There are many hostages here. Duke Ravengard chief among them. He needs your help. </i>


These memories. They aren't bloody <i>mine.</i>


Told me to look out for a one-horned tiefling with an infernal engine blazing out of her chest.


But if I don't keep him busy like she asked, he's likely to run off and try to take on the Stone Lord himself.


Bah. Unshackle their victims, and you will find out <i>just </i>how faithful a Sharran is.


*The voice is irresistible. You recognise the overwhelming authority that you've used on others, only infinitely stronger...*


<i>Swear it.</i>


Time for a natter.


Best to stay out of its way.


And when the brain is defeated, you seize the Crown and give it to me. Refuse, and I'll take your souls instead.


<i>Dear Mr Highberry, Our condolences... </i>Of course - the bank.


An artwork of breathtaking lunacy. I can't help but applaud it.


Let's investigate, shall we?


Gods, I'm inclined to carry you there myself - but I know you've unfinished business out here.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


One day, I'll catch a break.<br>


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


Ghaik. Death is too kind a fate.


Where did I leave that damn hammer?


There are as many versions of a tale as there are people to tell it. Let that satisfy you. And anyway, the heroics of old have done seemingly little to safeguard the present.


An easy fix. Hopefully.


Hello.


What're you starin' at? Think I'm small? Yer just a freak.


I'm no eavesdropper! Wulbren, please.


You shouldn't even be down here without one. Talk to Meadhoney - upstairs.


Zarys wanted this chest. She will pay handsomely if we return it intact.


Let's use this.


It is, rather. Master Lorroakan has us keep it to a high standard.


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


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


Te exsecror!<br>v2


I will split your corpse and roast the pieces!


So what? Should we be panicking like everyone else?


More like avoiding the sergeant, I reckon.


Voco glacies!


So <i>much</i>. And not all dead. It smells...


No use digging here.


*You feel a dancing, mischievous magic sparking through air around the printer. A fey creature resides within.*


Captain needs to see your pass!


What next?<br>


I sense magic. This book's not what it appears.


Really? That information would be worth quite a bit to me. If you're telling the truth.


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


<i>Tsk.</i> You seek reason in dishonour.


The shadows are hungry here. Doesn't seem to affect me though...


Tu es nihil!


She deserved better than that.


Do not forget who invited those shadows. You have much to learn still.


Need coin? Let's talk.


A gem. Might be valuable.


The doddering act is merely an illusion, one he's most adept at maintaining. Elminster is the most formidable wizard in the realms, perhaps in existence.


At least the vampire lord is defeated. Cazador will never steal away another innocent life.


It's bound to happen. I just don't know when or how.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


Rivers and streams'll flow with their blood.


You mean after she got you to end things with me on her behalf?


Necklace has a Harper sigil. Why were they here?


Come here...


It's packed too tight. I'll need a shovel.


Someone's in trouble... sounds like coin to me.


Stop being such a pain in the scales.


*The spell's power wanes. You can ask no more questions.*


Platform's covered in rust - must be older than bonedust.


No pain. Peace. Yes pain.


A vital boost.


Stop that - gerrout of my head!


Moonrise... Towers...


I will now explain the protocol:


See anything?


This is a holy place - you would be wise to show respect.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 5


Shadow Druids? This Kagha is <i>not</i> to be trusted.


Wulbren, please. This is too far! Everyone in the foundry would be killed.


Really? Now?


Resisto frigus!


I have to do everything.


Exactly. Not that I'm one to refuse the scenic route, but I think we need to hike it.


'Flumph Mating Rituals'? The people of this plane never fail to amuse me.


He allowed you - an unfaithful whelp - to behold him... Only for the Bastard Child of Murder to spurn him.<i> Blasphemy.</i>


Is that Rolan? I thought he had better sense than this.


Boo knows many gods. You don't look like any of them.


The Chosen of Myrkul is dead - permanently, this time.


Greater drow than you have challenged me, <i>jaluk</i>. The Underdark is thick with their blood.


V-very sorry - I didn't know. I swear I didn't know!


Simplicity is the key to a good deception. If in doubt, try thinking less.


Para bellum!<br>v3


Gods, I thought at least this park would be safe. I suppose nowhere is, these days. Not really.


Obedi me!<br>v2


Quit sniffin' around. You're starting to get on my nerves.


The elf is right. I have my own road to walk.


Stupefacio!


Answer me, <i>faessi</i>: why have you come?


Thou latrine-loving leper!


The great wizard. I will be interested to see what manner of curiosities he deems worth locking away.


Must be what that kid was talking about.


To your side!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


No head. Brutal.


Plue!


Wouldn't mind a nice write-up.


Hang on!


<i>As well as radically increasing our chances of success against the elder brain.</i>


Vincere est vivere!<br>v2


*Your blood chills as you await Lady Shar's wrath for your failure... but there is nothing. The silence is terrifying.*


Get out. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!


*A Gondian hostage - the one crouched in the corner of the submersible during your escape.*


For Lady Shar!


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


Let's play another game - I deserve a chance to even the score.


Florrick, where in the hells are you?


If I spot anything that'll help, I'll hand it right over, pal. We're in this together.


Because we share a common cause and a common enemy.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Same thing as you, I reckon. Trying to stay out of the shadows.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Looks like it would've made a powerful weapon.


I can see to some matters there, and we can discuss what comes next amidst more... <i>bucolic </i>surroundings than here.


Demento te!<br>v3


This is Lolth's descent into the Underdark. Looks like her drider champions tearing open some mind flayers.


Oooo, perhaps a touch of velvet.


Oi! You're not meant to chase it to death. Now you owe me.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


You have damned my people for eternity.


My head is pounding... <br>


Food. Eat! BITE!


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


I can't risk another night in the open - the goblins might steal my manuscript next time. Surprised they didn't take it when they lifted my poulaines.


Mors animae!<br>v3


This is breaking my brain. I need a hint.


Is someone... singing?


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


Maybe. Maybe not. It's hard to know what's lurking in here.


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


Pallida mors!


I need to think on what happened.


On that note, I bid thee farewell. If we should meet again... well, we will have met again.


But no harm, no foul, I suppose. What's an heroic story without a little risking of one's neck, eh?


On days like this I miss the forest. I used to scamper amongst my woodland friends, if you can believe it. Here? Not a squirrel in sight.


Dodge


Softer than a whisper.


Saved two of my friends - one from a harpy, and one from a mad druid with a snake. Didn't make a fuss of our thieving, either.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


<i>Thank you. That was too close. </i>


Leave it, Astarion. The butcher's bill is too steep, no matter what power it grants you.


Dying Deep Exhale


Shout


Phew, the <i>jableedas </i>on you. Look, I don't want any trouble - but I know old Gortash is up to some mad shit in there.


Yet another noble sacrifice. If I didn't know you better, I would think you were just showing off.


Interesting. I wonder if those blueprints survived.


The stone's less worn here. Recently uncovered.


<i>Weaklings. You will not obstruct us!</i>


*Your words are uncompelling. The guards will deal with you.*


*You are the Blade of Frontiers, racing through the wastes of Avernus. Just ahead, a diabolical figure - red skin, single curled horn - blazes with flame, bloodied greataxe held high.*


You can't summon a dead ogre, it turns out.


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


Of course I trust you, my friend. But remember:


At least try to find out something of use before you kill them.


Fine. You want to try flapping your gums in the belly of the beast, be my guest.


Where <i>is</i> Rolan? Godsdammit.


I intend to cause plenty, but only for our enemies.


I don't want to know what <i>that </i>is.


Your greatness. Somethin' catch your eye?


Resurg


What is the creature doing to those corpses?


If you've never had a hound yourself, I'd highly recommend it. Does wonders to distract from this <i>horrible</i> Absolute business.


Laughter Maniacal


What about you? Will you protect the world from what he has become?


Please, stay with me.<br>


If I wanted a tail, I'd kill a cat.<br>


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


*You perceive quick-fire gusts of embarrassment, trepidation, and finally... elation.*


... I'm so stupid. So bloody <i>stupid. </i>


I must admit, the Crown of Karsus has occupied my every thought since we learned of it.


As the steeple knows the arch, and the keystone knows the clay, I know you, for we are both parts of the same design.


My friend from the hag swamp? You are a bright light on a dark day.


Didn't I see that ship at the Moonrise docks? What's it doing here? <br>


This is what Raphael wants us to kill? Well, if that's what it takes to figure out what these damn scars mean...


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


<i>I must confess, I admire your ambition almost as much as I fear its consequences.</i>


Can't see a thing.


I saw it too - adamantine. The forge is behind the rubble. And the duergar mean to lay claim to it.


More than you know.


Food?


Well I'll be - he wanted Ellie May's ring.


I'm hunting a hag - what else?


I suppose that's all right. Thrumbo's more of a talker than I am.


Looks like that dragon destroyed the road.


*It seems the guard has no interest in negotiating an amnesty. You're about to be arrested.*


Trust me - unleashing the orb is not something I want to do, but if there's no other way...


We only drank one! And it churned up our guts somethin' rotten.


A rogue might call it luck; a priest might call it fate.


Stop being such a pain in the scales.


Hah. I know who you are - how could I not? You're all anyone in the grove talks about.


And as long as Orpheus is chained, he can't help us. <br>


What torment has been heaped upon those poor souls...? Look away, Boo.


As I'm told.


What a cruel disguise! My nerves started hammering the second I thought <i>they </i>were the one looking for me.


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


You're making a bad mistake, my friend. Last chance to turn back.


You know what doesn't help when you're frantically trying to untie a boat? <i>Being bothered.</i>


Sorry... but a problem shared, and so on. We should discuss this.


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


Recovered <br>V3


Hurt


Well, it just so happens I'm fond of you too.


Those claws look deadly. Best be on my guard.


Dying Burning<br>v3


First things first, we have to make it to the city.


Victory v2


They act all civilized... servants of the people. But they only serve one man.


*There is no stopping it: the truth bubbles over, flooding first your mind, then your father's.*


I said it didn't mean nothin', that Ben n' Marc were just drunk n' whining.


Your welcome can easily be withdrawn, outsider. Respect our grove, or face our claws.


Origin Extra: Dying


No no, master will be furious if it is lost. Godey must find it.


*This man is not long for this world.*


Cazador's nest of serpents must be exterminated. Nothing less will do.


They're after a weapon. Surely, they don't mean that strange artefact of ours...


Impero tibi!<br>v2


Hm. Nothing.


Gods, what I wouldn't give to be back in the Gate. Place like this makes you miss home, eh?


At least you were not present. Grim as it is now, it was worse on the day of the battle. A vivid wound upon my memory.


Careful - lots of open flames down here. Don't want that bomb close to any of them. What is it?


What are you... this one's tryin' to control my mind or somethin'!


This should burn going down.


Earthy about describes him, yes.


Demento te!<br>v2


I will tend to him as I have been. Perhaps he will regain his sense of his own accord, once this spirit tires of tormenting us.


Effort v4


Huh. Pretty good idea.


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


The higher-ups don't want to hear that, of course. The last thing they need is public hysteria about a cult that was supposed to have died out over a century ago.


Specifically, how not to extract them.


Indeed? Then when the lightning comes, it has one fewer to strike.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 3


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


Where to next?


A merciful end. To lock them away forever would have been an unbearable agony.


If you want to catch your breath, the inn's the only place to do it. Hope to see you there.


Githyanki trouble! Githyanki trouble!


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


Some mild larceny.


Better to have more options than fewer. If you start sprouting tentacles, I'll pour it down your throat myself.


*The two men bark softly to each other. A single name reaches your ears: 'Nine-Fingers'.*


I will ascend!


Ousting Orin and helping you reclaim your birthright would be my greatest honour.


Best not keep me waiting. I'd prefer not to entertain myself...


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


Cough_Ill<br>Var 2


I am. And I'm glad he's dead. But this is precisely what I want to speak to you about later. It'll keep, I promise.


*In this endless sea of understanding, you find truth.*


The thieves' what? No.


Oskar sought help from Mystic Carrion. Might be worth investigating.


<i>Agh...</i>why...?


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


A crypt. This must be where Shirra Clarwen is buried.


Let my surrounds conceal me.


Barbarian Roar<br>v2


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


Teleported right into the Underdark. Lovely.


*You can't quite catch a glimpse, but you recognise this feeling - the same alien presence you felt on the nautiloid.*


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


Invisibilis!


Well if it isn't our Mistress of Pain. HahaHAHA, what anguish she has visited upon me!


Give it a rest, Ulthred. We need all the godsdamned help we can get.


S-sorry, I didn't realise! He's all yours!


The curse is too strong - my torch won't stay lit.


What part of 'piss off' weren't clear?


Shouldn't have made me your enemy.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


What's going on? What have you done?


'Lux'. <i>Light</i>. Casting the right spell on the chest should get us in.


Ugh, so be it. He's a foul creature to cause such misery and then expect payment to put it right.


Enjoy the rest of your night. But maybe do it elsewhere.


Give me space.


Of course, love! And please don't call me sir - I'm barely even a chef.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


I'm not affected... curious.


Sine metu!<br>v2


Ah, Rolan. Not the brightest decision to stride off into such darkness. He'll soon be extinguished.


Hm. From the looks of that book, Gale might want it.


It's a breakthrough in the sanguine arts the likes of which the world has never seen. The Grand Matriarch will have no choice but to restore House Oblodra after I present her with my research.


In that case, it is I you should befriend.


Silentium!


Venenum!


Me?


Well, I'll bloody be. Should've known if anyone was going to save the day, it'd be you.


She can stay - but only if she brought home <i>presents</i>.


Don't hang about, do ya? Maybe that serves you well, out fightin' beasties. But this ain't that. This...


The Emperor would have flayed Minsc's mind already if there were a mind to flay! It cannot be trusted.


That githyanki bauble is singing its irksome song - that must been trouble is afoot.


Wyrm's Crossing - the gaping maw of the city. Nature has little control over what happens beyond that bridge.


This ain't good. This ain't good at all!


<i>Here lie Pluck and Caerlack Cliffgate. Hi mum. Hi dad.</i>


From this angle, there's nothing you can't endure.


Timmask! The spores confuse the senses.


You? You have slain Bhaal's Chosen?


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Closed Mouth Effort


Huh. Haven't seen that game in years.


You know, the rest I can understand, but you're one of <i>us.</i>


And they expect these big metal monsters to tuck them in at night while the 'Absolute' knocks on the gates.


Vivat crescat floreat!


A well-guarded laboratory. What were they hiding down here?


Your actions may have justified the price of my soul. I thank you.


Submersible's broken. Can't seem to turn it on.


Follow me to my office above. We can be good for each other.


Selûnite drivel. Must be connected with that chest - it bears the same symbol.


*Your limbs do not obey. Your minds intertwine. You see his siblings - Andrick and Brynna. New recruits. Yours to shepherd.*


aaaaaAAAH.


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


At least we can preserve <i>something </i>of that unfortunate crèche.


All in due time.


Vos curo!<br>v2


No prayers needed. On my way.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 2


None at all. Though, Boo is tiny. Perhaps he could just crawl into our ears, and -


Lux in tenebra!


Come, fill in the front row!


Of course things could have been different, but nothing says they would have been better. I fulfilled my destiny, just as Lady Shar wished me to.


Recovered <br>V2


I'll return him to my tribe, as ordered. Whatever fate awaits him there, I'm sure it is deserved.


Eyes to the ground.


It does, doesn't it?


You would wrong an ally? Shameful.


It's an indictment of this entire crèche. It seems your <i>sa'varsh</i> has gotten sloppy.


Never. Vlaakith demands my purity, <i>Kith'rak</i>. I was infected aboard the <i>ghaik </i>ship. By protocol, you must aid me.


I am not in the habit of asking twice, kin. The <i>Kith'rak</i>, now.


Keep calm - I'm coming!


It is stand and <i>deliver</i>, little Fig. Though... I think I like yours better. You bellow like a true berserker!


Oh. Well. That's nice to hear. Thanks.


Though one guest is notably missing. A former lover. From time to time, Astarion doth ponder inviting her, but deemeth it beneath a lord.


<i>You are us. Friend.</i>


Leave me. I detest the smell of sulphur.


*Candulhallow's Tombstones.*


You're covered in gore. Why?


*The moment is over. The awful, horrible joy has passed.*


Hold still, citizen. Initiating scans and stuff.


Let's have a little fun.


If you're here, then... does that mean there <i>are</i> ghosts about? I thought this knob was telling porkies.


There's a darkness coursing through those vines.


I can't wait to get back to the city. I'm bloody horny.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


...Well, I didn't say that. But you'll need to be more specific. Absolute's blessed us with three.


*His glassy eyes roll, wild with fear, as he begins to charge.*


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


In Bhaal's name.


A clown's dismembered torso, still in jolly rags.


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


One touch and this will fall apart.


*Among the many crimes tallied against them - their reckless experimentation with illithid breeding-stock.*


We will prevail!


AND YET YOU HARM ME BY YOUR VERY PRESENCE!


Why do we stop, my friend? There is evil somewhere with its small-pants yet unsoiled.


This 'Glut' was a demanding sort. But I cannot fault its ambition.


No you will not!


Dying Burning<br>v2


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


Captured... goblins... drow... killed...


Hold fast, I'm coming.


Flesh! Enough of this foolishness!


What life? The lie you've led until this moment? Confront the past, or your future is nothing but a coward's charade.


You need this.


Vast world out there.


*A shudder of fear runs through you. Lady Shar asked you to prove yourself - and you failed.*


My guilt is my payment. My debts, bottomless.


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


I have no words...


You can choose differently, of course, but the consequences are on your head.


Thank you, thank you. Even after all these years, it seemed to happen so fast. But I couldn't be happier.


Ha-HA! Look at this - I'm quite saved, and by means most extraordinary!


A colourful torso, torn and butchered. Hello, Dribbles.<br>


Then you'll have to wait like everybody else.


I can't believe it. We might actually make it to Baldur's Gate.


Expello te!


Go ahead. Their blood is yours to spill.


You let my family die - and then you <i>kill </i>my master? Have you made it your personal mission to ruin my life?


Dying Burning<br>v2


Effort v4


You are a good man, Wyll - and that is what your devil will use to bind you, in as many ways as she knows how.


Dying Burning


Ex Textura!


A war drum. One of those can summon fighters far and wide.


I was planning to soften you up a bit first, but - straight to business, then.


Stop this thing!


Looks like a hospital - or a healer's house, anyway.


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


The mouse smiled brightly: it outfoxed the cat!


A rather fascinating history - shame the place is <i>so</i> dusty.


The size of that thing. Looks so much bigger when it's flying above you...


A Flaming Fist? Someone beat her to a pulp.


Nothing interesting buried here.


He's taken a new customer down to the vaults. A rather large and heavily armed fellow, but... I'm sure it's fine. We are just fine.


<i>Zhak vo'n'fynh duj</i> - source of my joy. Without you, I wouldn't know warmth - only ice and fire.


Ouch. Well-earned.


You've nothing to be sorry for. Far from it, in fact. Without your help, things could have ended very differently for me.


Get the leather. I ain't wasting more words on you until it's done.


I don't want to go back. Not just yet.


Not sure what I have to offer a mind flayer, if I'm honest, but I hope my words of encouragement and reassurance will strengthen your - ah - resolve.


Hungover. Too bright. Go away.


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


Saer won't let the devil swallow me! They'll pull me out!


Teleported right into the Underdark. Lovely.


Then your task is done. Lay a hand upon me in camaraderie, and I will be free.


Resisto frigus!


If my breath couldn't kill people already, it certainly can now.


*A stuffed Beholder. Grotesque as it is, it's part of the furniture. The Elfsong wouldn't be the same without it.*


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 2


No prayers needed. On my way.


Oh? Minsc is wanting to close your mouth with a kick. And you?


Tuebor!


Ale me!<br>v2


Ketheric Thorm leading a Dark Justiciar army. He fully embraced Shar.


Thaniel will be so scared there alone. We looked after each other for such a long time. I hope he's all right...


You've a quick ear for truth, scalefriend. I'll not hide it from you.


I want to learn how to fight back, too. I'm sick of getting tossed around.


Do it. Take his mind, and be quick.


Mm-hm.


'Aggression'.


They taught me a thing or two, but I haven't practised in a good long while. I'm curious to see if my chops are still choppy.


Aha! An individual of some learning, I see. You're quite right.


I'd like to think not. The answer is much simpler than that:


We sell all sorts of ingredients and goods.


Then your illustrious adventure ends here. <i>Hta'zith!</i>


Beating thee would soil my hands.


Just as soon as I know she's gone.


I'm <i>trying </i>to focus on murder.


Invoco te


Sol Invictus!


A word, please.


<i>Ster'ca!</i> Tastes like congealed Styx-water.


To arms!


Burned from the inside out. Whose work is this, I wonder?


But right now, I reckon we're better off friends than enemies. You interested or not?


And I promise this isn't a Tinker's Trash scam.


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


Can't sleep. So tired. Can't sleep.


Could beef you up, sharpen your tongue - or knock you out cold. No telling 'til the first drop hits your gullet.


Victory v3


Better be careful - those webs carry vibrations.


I've got your back!


He understood that if the cult were successful in raising an army, Baldur's Gate would be doomed.


An unlikely place for such a fortunate find.


An infant could make better trinkets than this.


Good call. Looks like that's going to bruise.


I remember the small one's smell. He was always kind to me.


Are you ready?


Effort v4


Resurg


If he'd mentioned it was buried under a goblin hive, I'd never have taken my people there. He <i>owes </i>me. A lot.


A dragon-rider - my kin are near.


*The right gold slipped into the right pocket. If only all problems were solved so easily.*


Look, I ain't here to swap scale care advice - sling your hook.


Go on - lads were gathered near the windmill last I looked.


The preparations are done - we march for Baldur's Gate. I hope you'll be with us.


An elder brain... One of the cruellest and most powerful creatures in existence, enslaved by mere mortals.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


Tibi do pennas!


Shit, that thing's going to blow!<br>


It says there's a cellar here somewhere.


Arka, no.


Too heavy.


Thou art saucy as gruel.


Into the shadows.


*It hurts just to think, but you need to get your bearings. You went to Avernus as a hunter, but you've left it as prey. Not to devils, but to the tadpole in your brain.*


Voss! I call on your might!


You will relinquish this weapon to the highest authority<i> </i>when we reach the crèche.


I've never been to battle. I've never been to war. But I feel so... calm. <i>Ready.</i>


Cresceat scientia!


Quod dico face!<br>v3


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


Such temptation, but you are not mine to devour - that honour lies with Lady Orin alone. She insisted.


Bit of a mess you're in.<br>


Come. Follow and stay close. Do not leave the light. Do <i>not </i>feed the shadows.


That could have been worse.


Always makes my day better.


I ain't even had a drink. Too fired up.


No, no, no - thinner! Make them elegant, and make them <i>count</i>. Those are the last we have.


Ah!


*You've been seen re-entering a forbidden area. Apparently it's becoming rather tiresome.*


I will not forgive this. And I will not forget this.


That's to say me at the front while the others stay back and do as I say?


I'm glad to know you have a softer side, Minthara. I was beginning to think you rather heartless.


If you kill me, it will be the end of you. And everything else. The Netherbrain will restore the Illithid Empire. Is that truly what you want?


Intestines throb. Blood whispers.


Really? You as well?


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


That is - if you're still going to help Wulbren and the others.


Oak Father willing, we will soon lift the curse from this place. But I suspect a shadow will linger here, because of what was done to that man.


Goblins are on our tail. Open the gate, Zevlor. <i>Now. </i>


Let's tip the scales.


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


Your queen's words have set your mind then, Lae'zel? I would not wish to be the one that Vlaakith unleashes you upon.


Filled with brine - and a whole lot of those parasites.


They nearly had it too, before the Steel Watch intervened.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


We'll carve our way to the entrance hall, and chop Raphael into messes.


I've attended my share of fancy balls and masquerades. A few elegant moves can turn all the right heads.


That smells <i>rank</i>. The remnants of a Shar ritual, I'm guessing. To eat and drink your fill before killing another...


Still some deals to be done here, though - you want to trade, or what?


With a name like that, the song practically writes itself!


Selûnite drivel. Must be connected with that chest - it bears the same symbol.


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


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


I thank you for your help. My people work to rid this world of evil - you are a friend to our cause.


This calls for careful footwork.


Mark my words: the Nightsong is mine. With or without your help, she will ascend to her grand fate <i>here</i>, in this tower.


I'd like to see you try - all talk, I think.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 1


The Absolute Herself called us here. They cannot stop us from seeing Z'rell now!


Gorgeous.


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


RELEASE ME, YOU INGRATE!


The rest of that shattered ring. Now to just put the pieces back together.


Sounds good, get you something a bit... fresher than your current outfit.


Ah!


Is someone... singing?


And remember - even a graze can be fatal to the enemy, if you poison your blade.


I respect someone who can admit when they're wrong. And stick around after, too. Plus, did you see his eye? Bet there's a good story there.


Blasphemer!


Demento te!<br>v3


The titles matter not. Only this - when Minsc does as Minsc does, and charges in to make a mess:


Baldur's Gate, we're coming!


Aye - and I didn't lift a finger to save her. It was like I was stuck in a fog, my mind addled from every direction.


*The questions fill your mind to bursting. Only time holds the answers. But in the here and now, that is no comfort at all.*


Now that I can enjoy the sun without needing their parasite, the mind flayers serve no further purpose.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Those stupid ghouls - they ruined everything!


Don't worry. I'll free you.


Curious. I feel like a new man.


Urgh. Hate being taken all literal-like by fancy types like you.


Ah, to hold the world in the palm of one's hand!<br>


The crown's markings suggest it was forged in Netheril, an ancient empire whose mastery over magic rivalled that of the gods.


The adamantine forge again. Dhourn, too, was looking to find it.


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


StrugglingOpen<br>var 3


Nice try, but I'd break you in two. Head inside - and have fun.


These creatures are loud. Ugly. I hope they aren't your friends.


A gem. Might be valuable.


Quick - find cover! It's priming for an attack!


An earthquake - but they are not commonplace here, surely?


Then trust when I say I bear their burden along with my own.


You're quite the ally, after all. Traversing Avernus. Surviving the crash. Surviving everything that's followed...<br>


The old ways then. If that is what you wish, so be it.


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


'She just lives on another plane.'


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v2


I need a little extra edge.


A Sharran with a heart? No... perhaps you are no Sharran at all.


Agh... I'll be sucked dry of all life if I linger here...


I'm starting to get a headache.


He does seem like the decadent type.


Falling


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Orin... Gortash... at war...


Stay... can stay...


This must be where he was making them - there's no shortage of evidence.<br>


Now that you mention it, he didn't eat much at dinner last night. Didn't eat anything at all - just pushed the food round his plate.


*Helm the Vigilant sees your unlawful plunder of His altar - and his vengeance is terrible. It would be best to leave well enough alone.*


Incinerated. Better them than me.


This way.


<i>So you lied to me. In spite of all our progress together, still you would abuse my trust. </i>


What am I supposed to do here...?


And your friend with me? Hardly.


I don't think the Hammer is even on this plane of existence. That is quite a quandary.


*You feel Lae'zel's parasite tremble. Her mind speaks directly to yours.*


Buff


Then what are you doing here?


That's not mine to open.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


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


<i>Shka'keth!</i> What do you think you're doing?


Such a strange disc. Are these githyanki markings? Lae'zel might know.


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


It's no use.


You know... I had my suspicions, but I didn't want to act on them. And now it seems I won't have to. Thank you. It can't have been an easy thing to admit.


If I publish my research, everyone will want spores. Dare I?


That thing looks set to kill her!


Unless... you've changed your mind?


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


I would - but this armour was... pricey.


We searched for you when we heard you were free, hoping you could help us undo the evil he started.


Oh, I'm just <i>no</i> good at shouting. I'll never sell this broadsheet.


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


A pity. I sensed a love of nature and animals in her. There may have been more to her than even she knew of.


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


Of course. Where is Lia?


Whatever the plan, I'll do what I can to help. You can count on it.


That so? No bad thing to have more of the Absolute's warriors to hand I suppose...


My ring lit up... Must have been linked to that button.


You think I hurt from such meaningless vapours? Do you forget what I did to you?


*One of the beasts seems exhausted. His lights flash in slow, methodical beats.*


Keep trying! It's our only hope!


Now you've done it! The middle slime layers have inverted. I'm going to have to start over.


So much for the miracle of childbirth...


Vos curo!


Now you can have me instead.


*Your mind spins, your heart races. There is only endless void - and you are caught in the Undying Queen's orbit.*


It is not just improbable - it is impossible.


Our headquarters are for serving fliers only. You. Arre. Dismissed!


Well, then there's a high chance that your testimony has already found its way into the latest edition!


Now, now, children - let's not lose our heads. Figuratively or literally.


Dying Freezing to Death


Otherwise, I'd bet my last coin that the Open Hand Temple in Baldur's Gate could help - though a fat lot of good that does us now.


I believe that's called growth, Shadowheart.


Your funeral. Far as we can tell, there's no way through.


Talk to me later. The day's been long enough already.


Vae victis!<br>v2


Huh. Where's Lae'zel?


-saviour--
 -LIBERATOR--
 -gratitude-- -toYOU--


*The magic blinks away at your words.*