You got it - but the new hooch is off-limits. Can't have the Mamzell leaping down my throat if I go burning yours.


*No doubt they test the unseemly virtues Sharrans hold dear - stealth, violence, skulking in darkness, and other such craven pursuits.*


Good battles evil. Good <i>destroys</i> evil.


Voco flagella!


*This is Sharran work. Clean. Untraceable. Not the hack-job of Father Bhaal.


Closed Mouth Effort


Who are we supposed to arrest? Everyone's dead.


The Undying Queen has spoken.


There's a book that circulates in Amn, detailing the first thousand nights of a newlywed king and queen.


A death devil's skull. Quite the trophy, and rare indeed.


Hear that? Chanting at the back of the temple - and blood stains all over.


Just what I need.


I suppose fear doesn't have to be rational. But maybe, given time, I can put it behind me.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Very. So what do you say?


They'll do their teacher's bidding. Bad for us.


Ah - but wait. My spirits stir. Our conversation appears to have... disturbed them.


Actually, the pigeons do the delivering. Why don't you take your <i>complaints </i>to them?


I'm apoplectic. <i>Furious.</i> Frankly, I'm puzzled.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Killed by the thing he loved. How deliciously dramatic.


Gentle it shall be. Now...


Damn it all! What has the <i>zaith'isk</i> torn from me? My Queen, why do you forsake me?


Out, foul deformity!


I am a busy woman, True Soul. What is it?


Eh. Heh. Now that's an idea. Should've thought of that myself!


But you are no mere aspirant. I did not expect to see you again. So it is true. You have returned.


You already know. Did you not see yourself in him? Do you not recognise your own blood?


I heard a curious sound in night. What would you know about that, Shadowheart?


Don't take too long - or someone else might get there before you.


Didn't think I had any more fight left in me, but I'm glad to be wrong. If the city's still standing when this is over, I'll owe you. We all will.


<i>I'm drunk.</i>


Are those big ears just for show? You heard me.


*There is a beautiful blush on his cheeks that was never there while he was alive.*


Poor child. I can only hope her mother does return - she should not be left alone here.


--surrender--


AgreeClosed<br>var 1


It's a possibility. This is no mere mind flayer colony, but an entire <i>ghaik</i> bastion.


He thinks he might end the world. But you and I could do far worse.


You're not supposed to be here!


And my kin will understand my need for servants. They will help you, but only if I ask.


GaspSurprised<br>var 1


Weapon blueprints that use sussur bark? Rare find.


And you're doing... general heroism, I believe it is?


I am forbidden to interfere. Our betters will not allow it.


Sacrificing myself to destroy it wasn't exactly the form of immortality I hoped for, but perhaps the time for hope has passed altogether. Now we need certainty.


Cosy fire.


My own fault, really. I should have dropped my pack and outrun those bastards. Alas.


And I have a duty to the city and to Lord Gortash. So halt right there.


It's booyahg, run!


Of course. That's what my clients pay for - to feel safe and superior, even over death itself.


I'm... I'm growing cold. I must find an antidote to this poison, and quick.


Hate to see the shadows get you before you've begun. Good luck.


Effort v9


You're right. This isn't the time. Sa'varsh Kethk might hear us.


Watching gods, but I never thought I would be happy to see this city again. Much less to <i>smell it</i>.


Let none see me.


Tenebra!


Come, Astarion. I know you're not really as heartless as all that.


Matters need attending.


The seat of the Iron Throne was razed a century ago - or so it was said.


Voss, to battle!


Pus-supping maggot.


C'mon now, knock that off.


A way to burn their bones to ash - and ensure they never return. No tricks, no come-backs - only the cold permanence of death.


You hear that, baby? We're finally safe - all of us.


What a mess - it's half grave, half animal burrow.


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


Purification is my mission - not your contraband. I am content for the time being.


My wounds are too much to bear.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


You'll be free soon enough.


Father, they will die for you.


We could share a drink some night, if you're curious. A nice red wine in your goblet, of course.


The good news: we've got the Orphic Hammmer. The bad news: we have to get into the Astral Prism to use it.


Volo non fugia!


I'm slipping away. Help.<br>


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


Here's the deal - I'll keep a look out for murderers, you murder the rats.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Oh yes, I forgot - you had your love of the Absolute to mask the ugly parts.


And any family would be proud to have such a son representing them. Especially after your exploits in the shadow-cursed lands.


This might sting. Whatever.


No use now.


Expello te!


It ain't pretty, but it can take a beating.


I've got something special for you.


Don't worry about it. Now, you wanna buy something this time?


Hmm - a steel mould. Used in forges to cast armour and weapons.


He's bloated like a corpse, and smells worse. Did the curse do <i>this</i>...?


Locked in. That's rarely good news.


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


Where's the challenge? Should I blindfold myself? Use one arm?


Hurt Critical


Show yourself!


Please, just let me rest.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


Best act fast.


See. Tell you truth, beefy. Trust me. Always always.


Let me help.


The blood of Selûne? But what about the Nightsong?


Lucky... son of a...


I have met few as strong as Halsin - but Orin <i>will</i> break him, if we give her the time to do it.


Dying


Dodge
v2


How'd I do? Spectacular.


What if I just... <br>


Damn. Some of these mushrooms are illusions.


What to do with thousands of imprisoned vampire spawn? Target practice, perhaps?


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


I don't have time to arrest lowlifes like you as well - clear off, please.


Viam sapientiae!


More foes - Halsin better get back soon.


And thank you for sticking with us - it certainly made things easier.


<i>(Who now? Oh. Rolan. I leave him alone. He leaves me alone. That's all there is to it, I'm happy to say.)</i>


*You see an older woman, on her knees, scrubbing the floor of an inn. The patrons made a mess of things again the night before.*


An unstoppable force.


How embarrassing for you.


No surprise you'd find me renting a room off the local diabolist I suppose - hey... do I smell infernal iron?


A prayer sheet. With the same symbol as the one on the chest.


Come, now. An ogre feasts not on promises.


Just a mirage. There's not a spot in sight that the gloom hasn't touched.


Dying Burning<br>v6


It is already worming its way free. We must find it before it slips its collar, whether we are ready or not.


Stay strong and stay proud.


Without fail!


Their eyes are made for the dark - fire and light is our friend.


<b><i> And you will make an even better thrall. </i></b>


Bhaal below, this could be my old chamber...


My predicament has become rather urgent. I need a magical artefact to consume, right now.


*Grunt.*


How heroic. I was wondering if we'd survive encountering such a fearsome beast.


I hope you prove as weak as this should we meet on the battlefield, <i>istik</i>.


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


No prayers needed. On my way.


Mystra no longer wishes to share his bed. Boo doubts she will wish to share the mastery of all <i>magic</i> with him instead.


SmileClosed<br>var 2


A tressym. Never seen one in the flesh before.


*The box doesn't yield.*


Your kind usually don't deal with Boss Ragzlin and Priestess Gut.


Jaheira made her choice, however unwise it may be to divide our efforts at this juncture. A shame, but we'll forge ahead without her.


More doppelgangers. The Absolute has won their loyalty, it seems.<br>


*It seems you're free to go. For now.*


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


Now, where'd he go?


<i>I can feel the brain - and not to be obvious, but it's hungry for power.</i>


Vae victis!


A little magic never hurt.


I can feel the collar stirring in my pack. Something must be triggering the runes' magic.


I just hope he doesn't get in trouble for giving us this stuff. But sure it's going to waste anyway...


Something's wrong with the drinks - who was it?!


Wh-what's that? Ya tryna explode my head? I'll kill ya!


Get moving.


Of course, I can't write any of that. My editor only releases stories his friend Lord Gortash approves of, and he's very selective.


I hope this brings you comfort.


I watch over you.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


Shapeshifter assassins? Makes it hard to trust anyone.


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


Don't just gawp at me like the dregs of the fishmonger's stall - I've worn out quite some boot leather in order to track you down.


But... she's <i>alive</i>. EVERYONE, SHE'S ALIVE!


Note this trunk of lies.


I am interested in gaining access to vaults beneath the Counting House. I pay well for keys to those vaults. Provided said vaults are not emptied prematurely, of course.


Hells. Poor thing didn't deserve to die like this.<br>


And I'll keep your contract safe, in my House of Hope.


Your animal flesh does not fool me. You do not belong here.


He never did face his master - he hunteth him still. In darkness. Alone.


Best not to touch the chest of offerings other mortals have left to their gods. But I can use the altar to pray. <br>


I'll be there soon, my lady.


Curious.


And he's finally made good! The lad has found himself a proper job.


Hurt


Use the tadpole - cast its spell on the crown!


I'll leave you to your secrets, Mr Dekarios, but allow me to remind you of a simple fact. We rarely hide that which we know is right.


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


Something to turn the tide.


Look, you're making me uncomfortable. Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?


<i>Leave.</i>


You sure about that? Neither of us knows what lies ahead.


Mummy says I shouldn't talk to strangers.


I have to do everything.


You want the last door on the right. Hop to it, bard - you're late enough as is.


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


*This pod has a different air to its chitinous cavern. Dust and dirt are gathered on the inside.*


A strange easel. There's some kind of mechanism attached.


This onslaught will never cease until we have control of the brain. Dominate it, now!


*Exactly as the Emperor described.*


Curious. Appears I have <i>competition</i>. I will see you again.


Gith train relentlessly. We know our bodies inside and out.


I... I don't know what to say. Thank you.


--subjugate--


She is too precious to live.


Boss! Got company up here.


Need to keep quiet.


Well, that's not good.<br>


A-allergic? You mean just the beer can kill us?! G-get out of my way. I need some fresh air.


Though if I was you, I'd be very tempted to just forget it all and disappear. You have some form at doing so, after all.


We'll return to Raphael's lair. And we'll take the Orphic Hammer, smash Orpheus' bonds, and slice him open.


You are a traitor.


Weak


The old crone had a back door. Interesting.


One of the Nine Hells.


Guards! Help me!


We are ready when you are, True Soul. We need only the lyre.


Disturbing, you mean.


I wonder... Could I make a pact to rid myself of you?


It seems like we can't escape this mess, in the waking world or otherwise.


Oak Father preserve us. That scheming brain is but a feast for the worms now...<br>


I am free. Never to be captured again.


Can't leave anyone stuck.<br>


Let's make it twenty.


I didn't dare hope... I owe you more than my life.


You know, this was fun to begin with but now I'm getting bored.


Something didn't like that.<br>


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


A human! So desperate to be <i>special</i>.


No hope of clearing this without a shovel.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


<i>Sweet silver-tongued halfling perched on my lap - I'll have one hand up her skirt, she'll have one down my top, when there's a knock at the door.</i>


He tried to drain one of us like a stuck pig. We should never have allowed him into the camp.


Keep up to date on the lord that's late - pick up your Gazette today!


Pigeon feathers, yet no bird. Perhaps a cat is enjoying its prize somewhere.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


BreathShortOpen<br>var 2


Sure, take it.


I fear he's gone to ground. I hoped the hag of these lands could help me flush him out, but it seems she is no more.


We offer you a chance, perhaps your final chance, to heal just some of the pain you have caused.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


But it's not that Watch that keeps the peace, or gives justice to any Baldurian who asks, whether they can pay for it or not. It's us.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


Maybe this'll make you useful.


I'll give you a discount on everything here, and... well... you'll be keeping food in my mouth and a roof over my head for months.


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


How tedious.


I've re-stacked every pile of skulls, and mounted more skeletons on the walls for a cosy touch.


Sorry. Damn it.


Karlach is desperate for somebody to fill the hole where her heart used to be.


Good - I'm going to hold you to it.


Hold, and listen.


Worth a rummage.


Now listen close, fist: duty calls. Drow have taken Grand Duke Ulder Ravengard - westward, if my eyes and ears can be believed.


I appreciate that you're proud of your victory, but it's just that. Yours.<br>


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


Now... now... we pick our way toward our fates... <i>unleashed</i>.


Maledicte es!


What is it, petal? What's wrong?


Hurt Critical<br>var2


<i>Chk</i>. My dreams can't be trusted...


Curious. Why don't you take a closer look... I'll observe from back here.<br>


There <i>has</i> to be something useful in here.


Gods. A mind flayer's been getting their tentacles all over our dreams this whole time.


Hardly surprising. Your library is almost entirely made up of tawdry chivalric romances.


Can't keep me out.


Forthwith.


I get why you did it. But I'm not totally sure it was right. He was <i>our </i>leech.


Zarys' chest? I bet it holds all sorts of treasures.


It's decided. Let's go.


Time to press ahead.


That's because I outrank you. So when I say that <i>I</i> haven't even been told our orders yet, I want you to believe me.


But that would be a mercy. One you have not earned.


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


But listen - heard the guards in a tizzy over something big - an army. Whatever these arseholes are up to, it isn't good. Get out - and soon.


Dream in red.


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


I don't know if I should say - it's very exclusive...


Talkin' to you ain't I? I just don't believe in all this togetherness an' chumminess. Ain't natural.


On my way.


It's back!


Right tool will do the trick.


A friend in need.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Ah, but thanks to your little interference with our business, you <i>are </i>invested.


<i>Plans.</i> The drone plans to court the queen bee - yet it dies all the same. Aylin is mine - an aasimar bound to a soulcage of my creation. Lending her immortal strength to General Thorm.


*You flee, stumbling through blinding light, your skin intolerably hot.*


Surely no one will notice.<br>


*You recognise the name, of course - anyone that knows of the Red Wizards would.*


From the Underdark to a hag's lair? Like jumping from a pot into boiling oil.


Why, it was his idea. Here I watch, forever and forever. I can never join in. But I'll always look.


I have kept a careful watch on the movements of the cult. Though the Absolute's aims are not yet clear to me, its methods are.


Impero tibi!<br>v2


As long as they live, the Prism is compromised.


You seem to know enough about our condition to realise it is beyond most clerics' skills.


Very well. Speak their name and it shall be done.


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


Charming. She mustn't have nursed him enough as a child - or too much.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


From its sights, to its smells, to the fortunes you can make. I myself am set to make history there...


The corpse mentioned a key... this must be the one.


Tell me honestly: are you infected? Is that why you're asking?


Deadlier than ever.


And you will never walk this path alone.


I suppose I can't blame you. You are threatened by the tadpole and you think I prevented you from being cured.


And... that's... how... I... realised... that... being a... chef... wasn't... for me...


As if I'd forgotten.


Ugh - the scraps of a Nightfall feast.


Caedo!


Wanna dance?


I suppose it has not caused <i>you</i> to paint the air with your innards of late.


You sniffing where you ain't oughta be, friend. Might have to take that nose.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


But I've never even been kissed and I can't stop myself from dreaming.


Bene curatur!


I meant more in terms of size. Folk of our stature can be a lure for drunkards seeking a brawl, I have found.


Well, if she got paid, you can be damn sure I will too. Go on.


We should find him, maybe he can help?


Lady Shar's power will soon fade from these lands, but it is a price that had to be paid, so that the traitor Ketheric Thorm could face justice at last.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Enough! Be on your way.


Yes, <i>amazing</i>. It's all coming back to me.


If you'd seen the Shadowfell, seen what hides in that darkness, you'd have been worried too.


The hag's lair? I think I preferred the swamp.


And - voila! All it needs now is a name. Something to capture the spirit in which it was created.


In... out... in - What's that? Sorry. Nothing.


Wherever we are, it's falling apart.<br>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


A glorious reward for a glorious battle.


Rat feet.


You poor soul. These goblins were <i>spoiling</i> for a fight under the banner of their so-called 'Absolute.'


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Ohh, well aren't you an optimist?


Go to the barricades. I can hold this place, if a few goblins slip through.


Oh, you need my help?


Kith'rak Voss sent you directly? <i>Chk.</i> We are never informed first.


Oh, I hadn't forgotten. But with you here, I am... dare I say 'optimistic' about our chances?


We need a good blade, of course. Don't want to waste time hacking and prodding with a dinner knife...


What's next?


The Netherbrain can only be dominated by an illithid. Time to use that tadpole the Emperor gave us.


*Let this be a warning - those who defy Shar's will shall suffer darkness without her blessing.*


Voco flagella!<br>v3


Hush hush. I hear footsteps trip-trapping on the Murder Lord's stones.


Back in the Underdark, it would seem. Crude magic - but effective.<br>


An earthquake - but they are not commonplace here, surely?


Mind you, all I did was call for ale, but one of ours went and stood in front of that crossbow.


What news of our little project? Have you found the egg?


We will end the Grand Design. And then we will go our separate ways.


*Evensong before the Zenith Day celebrated by Dawnmaster Stockhold.*


And he wouldn't even know what to spend it on. It's the cult that needs that money - <i>why</i>?


Vermin, away. Thou wilt trouble us no more.


Then I'll pray for the Oakfather to raise the road before you, but my battle is with the Absolute.


It allowed me to see you. Truly see you. I have lived a very long time. I have taken many lovers. My heart does not stir lightly. But it does now.


The princeling deserved a better end than this. We shall remember him, Boo.


Unnoticed. Good.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


If I must.


By Lolth... of course. Dhourn - damn.


Deny your hunger and free Orpheus, or I will bathe this place in your silver blood!


Refuse? But 'thou shalt obey me in all things'.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


An illusion. Hiding something valuable, surely.


No lock, no handle. How does it open?


Can't help you.


I won't leave you behind.


You're not wrong there. Never thought I'd have my life saved by a civilian - thank you.


'Missing: Rascal - brown puppy. Jagoda - black and white cat. Zola...' On it goes. What happened to these pets?


Aaaargh! Mind flayer!!!


Light on my feet.<br>


It is rather a pain to clean up after dinner parties...


Glue and optimism are holding this thing together.


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


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


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 2


This thing's magic as a mage. Gale will want it for sure.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Wait - you can see me?


Hells. The great wyrm is nothing but bone and memories.


Meaning that whatever cause I turned my hand to, there I would find them. Harpers, stuffed with their own virtue - but always there. Always trying to help.


All it requires is the sacrifice of a few souls. Souls by scars that look exactly like mine.


Best help before it gets worse.


What?! You can't be serious.


Gods, I can finally breathe.


Everywhere - inside boxes, under chairs. It could be anywhere.


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


Gods, don't bleed over the thing. It's just tin and glass.


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


A funny little trinket. I hope it's useful. Or even better, valuable.


Viam sapientiae!


To think this crèche was nestled in the valley, a day's trot away.


There you are - come on out.


I can't see a thing.


No news is good news, right? Especially with the rough water between here and the Iron Throne.


Thou necrotic stump!


Oak Father, guide my blow.


Effort v6


Time for a social call, then. I'm sure Raphael makes for a wonderful host.<br>


Secreti umbrarum!


Queen of Spiders, I beseech of you the strength to destroy my foes.


Let me give you a hand.


No. Thy coinpurse is near empty.


Piss off, tight-arse!


Caeco te!<br>v2


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


((*Sovereign. he has come. he is here*))


As long as he treats you right, I can deal. One wrong move, though, and I'm dumping his pomade in the river.


Shadowheart's old hideaway, by the look of it.


A lot's changed since you left Baldur's Gate, Wyll. Gortash has gained considerable influence since then.


Sine metu!<br>v3


My gift to you.


Oh <i>piss</i>... I mean the Baldur's Mouth Gazette, sorry! Please don't tell Mister Ettvard, he'd be ever so cross.


Quite right. This is my fate, wrought by loyalty, entrusted to Vlaakith.


Not a worry for those of us who don't breathe, of course.


Never wanted the easy path.


The creature that took him away - he was controlling it. But how?


That's an odd parasite. I feel my own tadpole tingling, reaching out to it.


Ever will Shar try to twist bonds of love into chains of service. You did not let her.


Stay in line, squattie.


That's it! <i>Proof</i> that Valeria missed something. They'll have to listen to you now.


Wait for drider... take prisoners...


Bah! It looks like a dragonborn, but speaks like a beast.


Does that excuse being rude? Excluding folk? Come off it.


Come here... please!<br>


Gale's feathered friend has slipped her leash. Eyes away from Boo, cloud-cat!


Effort v5


That'll have to do.


Beautiful. With that single word you may have saved a billion lives - your own among them.


*But now? Now, doubt gnaws at your skull like a tadpole gnaws at its host.*


Baldur's Gate lies ahead. A one way journey, for now - better tie up our loose ends before we depart.


I will remain by your side whenever you wish, of course. As ally, advisor, friend... in any way you desire, save for as a lover.


They kill, and cannot say why. So they are destroyed, for the greater good.


Arcane lights. Of course.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


Dame Aylin's nowhere in sight. If Rolan failed, I've a new enemy to contend with.


Away, away, louts! This is the property of your betters.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


Join the queue or leave, citizen.


Jergal? I didn't think anyone worshipped the Scribe of the Dead.


I need a shovel to dig this up.


Anything you can lend will be most gratefully received.


Anyway, the bear will sustain me. And it's a marked improvement over the rats and flies Cazador would feed me.


You'll want to take those to Sergeant Thrinn - in the camp.


Hopefully it comes no closer.


Not in a mere prison cell, certainly. My guess? Thorm will have confined him in the bowels of the tower.


Don't worry, I'll fix you up.


I ask myself: are you worthy?


Dying Burning<br>v2


The Sharrans thieved githyanki texts on the Prism - a wonder they weren't caught in the act.


As for you - you exposed a True Soul in our midst. You're no puppet of the Absolute, are you?


Strange. <i>Foreign.</i>


Corpora sana!


That cur - where's it running off to?


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


Falling<br>Var 3


Sword and a hat. Wonder whose.


Fair enough.


Thank goodness you're here, sweetie. I - I don't know what's come over these boys.


Just Zevlor, Tilly. We're civilians now, remember?


But I thought you had something... more with Wyll?


Only in <i>death</i> are the infected cleansed.


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


Attack


Pity. I like a little crunch.


I have to hurry.


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


Only that he serves Bane, which could make him a petty lordling, or a despot capable of bending the world to his will.


*To make you one of them, of course. Isn't that what mind flayers always want?*


Brian... Hobbleknob.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


Who's the stubborn one now?


All right, Murphy, five more minutes and your punishment is over.


*You continue forward in silence until the lights of a camp twinkle through the murk.*


Big! Friend?


Laughter Maniacal


Meanwhile, this place <i>is</i> pretty spectacular, isn't it?


Felled... on the threshold... of victory...


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


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


A Selûnite prayer. Marked with the same symbol as the chest. I'll have to sully my tongue and recite it.<br>


It's in a safe in the back. Kled doesn't know what it is, only that it's important.


Someone notched this tree. Wonder why.<br>


Worth examining.


Can't you show me yourself?


Father Lorgan's refugees.


We're not taking a boat to Baldur's Gate, right?


Do not hold back during our sparring. A berserker must enter battle with an empty mind.


Wouldn't want that to scar.


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


Lolth's driders in combat against mind flayers. This artwork must be ancient.


Fresh water. There will be a settlement near.


If by 'strongly worded letter' you mean a brick through a window, then aye.


I'll take the pain away.


Blocked from the other side.


Look on this corpse as you would look on perfection. The curve of laceration... Refined. Beautiful.


*This is no dragonborn. This is a red dragon, the very same who carried Voss near the gith crèche.*


' 'Taste me', Allura pleaded. Fabian smashed his lips against hers and their tongues twisted together like two eels in the Sword Sea.'


Fiat voluntas dei!


I'm exhausted. Better find somewhere to camp soon.


Here to help, I hope.


Get to the city. The plan proceeds from there.


Well, not us. Things're changin'. We got the Absolute on our side now.


Nothing will stand in my way.


It's time, Astarion - we need the dead on our side!


Fitting that a loyal servant should pass judgement on a failure. What say you about our Minthara?


Signum arcanum!


When the attackers closed in, he woke up - and told our fighters to stand down.


This place is a dump.


Pitiful - you need me.


So you've an explosive buried in you? My allies do so love to keep simmering secrets.


And you almost succeeded.


*Your repeated approach has ruffled the eagle's feathers the wrong way.*


It requires a living host for its power. And a rat will hardly do.


Hopefully this will all be over soon.


Good.<br>


Let's see what this does.


The traitor Voss has lied to you. The Heretic Prince would shatter us in an instant. The Great Dominion, shrunk to the head of a pin.


The most interesting secrets are alway lurking just under the surface.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Seems like they put up a struggle - in vain.<br>


You might be right. But... I'm running <i>really </i>hot. Might be nice if we could calm things down a little?


Transforming into a mind flayer might have its perks. At least then I could float over this muck.


Lae'zel - I've been waiting.


Damn thing is jammed shut. Won't turn like this.<br>


It is done. Both charge and charm have been committed into your care.


Dukes, patriars - an army approaches.


No matter. I can examine it for myself. Be still and this will be quick.


Don't you dare think of giving in. If you're so keen to hunt, we'll find deserving prey.


Whoa. What? You... want to be with Gale...?


Bomb in my head about to go off. Great.


I'll keep her close. Aylin was her name - an angel of Selûne's own brood, sent to guide and guard my line. Until she failed me.


Although credit where it's due - you were a worthy ally up there. If not for you, that brain may have bested us.


I hope we can agree on that. Until then, I'll give you some space.


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


Remember - his throat spits lies, but my blade carves the truth. You will read it on your skin soon enough.


This place is an illithid stronghold. Let's finish what we came here to do and get out.


As for you... I wish you well. I'm sure you'll land on your feet.


Maior, fortior!


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


They're right. We should scram while we can.


Well, liquid anyway.


Yeah, too right.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Hmm. Selûnite coming-of-age rituals. Seems like a serious undertaking - dangerous, even.


While you're wearing <i>that </i>fiasco of an outfit there's only so much I can do, darling. But fine.


<i>The return of Gith's son would mean the end of Vlaakith. There is no plainer truth.</i>


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


Not a morning person, I take it? I can scratch that from the list of wonderfully ordinary things I've still to learn about you.


*Isobel. The same name as Ketheric Thorm's daughter - the one whose sarcophagus you found empty in the family mausoleum.*


You... you would never. I have given you so much.


You've solved one problem for us. Guess it's on us to solve the next.


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


But give me a wide berth until then. All right?


Hang on. I'll set you free.


Looks like the stump had some life in him yet - well done.


Those who live to speak my name call me Yurgir.


The tower sits on top of a <i>ghaik</i> infestation. How deep does it run?


Very well.<br>


We'll see. Suck on the wrong necks, and I'll slice yours clean open.


If you are inclined to rekindle whatever affection there was between us, spare yourself the shame.


Uh-huh - that's just what a sneaks would say.


But go on - spill some blood prove me wrong. If there truly is a justiciar, the song will end and you will be vindicated.


My hamster, he will whisper words of wisdom to you.


A-allergic? You mean just the beer can kill us?! G-get out of my way. I need some fresh air.


I will keep you safe.


It is as if I am reliving the legend of Oryndoll.


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


*Circular symbols are etched on the disc.*


But you <i>did</i> offend one of my contacts by letting Boo paddle around in her tankard. Pewter, I believe - she cracked it over your head.


From hellspawn to angry druids... I'm definitely buying my way to Baldur's Gate.


Well, go get one inside, then! But 'ave a drink first. It stings sumfin' proper.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


You're a vampire! I can't believe I trusted you - let you share my camp.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


I gave you back your privacy by shutting that illithid in your pocket out of your mind. It can't hear us.


Obedi me!<br>v3


Have to keep going.


*The bells ring out, the citizens rejoice. Baldur's Gate will live to fight another day, and it's all because of you.*


Of all the places I expected we'd find this Minsc, crawling from the broken jaws of a mimic wasn't high on my list. What's life without a few surprises, eh?


Master? Are you there?


What do you want?


Bah, what's a bit of metal between allies? I'll do one better.


So was I. But my blood runs too hot.


These cultists seek a weapon. Could they mean the artefact that we carry?


Did I hear screaming just there? Someone should, ah, check on that.


He never let it show, but he was homesick, too.


So we're going up there without the lantern? I hope you know what you're doing.


Should I write a song? No, they'd probably find it annoying.


Should've taken that bet, my friend. I'd owe you big once we got to Baldur's Gate.


JUST TELL ME WHO TO KILL


W-w-waah...


And I you. Never thought I'd live to perform for the greatest audience in the Realms - the entirety of Baldur's Gate.


<i>Mum, you used to say there was no such thing as death. Only change.</i>


You must.


I made no such oath, and I will <i>not</i> be held responsible for these people.


Ah, but is superstition all? These goblins are informed by a kind of strategy anathema to their kind.


I will carry the truth to my people, whatever it might mean. Only time will tell how I'm remembered.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


The priestess is slain. And the horde is weaker for it.


It opens its lips and spews filthy lies. No no NO!


Mind the True Soul. They will - they - they...


*It is impossible to think straight. Only the pain fills your head, until it starts to ebb away...*


There's something in that debris.


Hells, I need to get out of here.


I would still be there with you now, if the sun hadn't intruded on us, and the city hadn't stirred for the day.


With haste.


If this superior tadpole is capable of unlocking my mind's full potential, it is a tempting proposition.


This idol exudes powerful magic. I should show Gale.


Tormentum!


You need me at your side.


Best friends! It's nice to have company, while you're gone all day.


Guards! Guards, help!


I don't hear anything. Are you losing your mind already?


Thy fight is not over, and it <i>is</i> thy fight, for one who can look upon Bhaal and oppose him can survive any crisis.


Some power for the taking.


You'd better start acquiring a taste for it - it's only gonna get worse from here on out.


*The tressym looks at you expectantly, a shiny ring at its feet.*


<i>Of course he's going to worry, Frell always worries, Gond help him... </i>


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


Eight.


Yes! Rage and rebel against the beast and its master! A tribute most fitting.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Ferio!


Go on. Acquaint the face of ignorance with the true object of our studies.


Halsin: nature's gentle steward - and furious defender.


Don't waste a step.<br>


A light without a wick? How are you meant to use the damn thing?


Nice mask - what's the story here?


You'll feel better in no time.


I'm sure. You've probably killed scarier things blind and bleeding.


Stay strong, my love.


<i>Istik. </i>You bear that which is ours. But are you friend, or are you thief?


So much for Halsin. Maybe I can learn something from his corpse.


Away, eye-watering stench!


I don't see one...


We can trust Karlach to do what is needed, but she must do it quickly.


You too, soldier.


And whatever's protecting it can be cracked by a 'hot hammer'. What a story.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


All right, all right! I just... I was sure you would help.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


That warrior was your father, Wyll. If you prize his ways, you'll seek out the wyrm.


Ain't friends or foes to a worg - just food. Makes ya think, dunnit?


Bye-bye, hag.


Diminuo te!<br>v3


It shall be done.


No more roof. Time to get down from here.


He won't bother us anymore. Now I've made sure of it.


True Soul, eh? Ya look as plain as a turnip to' me.


*- but you won't be turned away. You can forge new alliances, perhaps even find new souls to call 'kin'.*


Some tainted magic coats that door. Can't say I'm inclined to open it.


*As you run through an ever-growing list of potential enemies, you smile quietly to yourself.*


Macte virtute!<br>v3


A little boost, my love.


I will be quick with my blade. First you. Then the others. Then myself.


I remember this shape...


I regret this already.


--  <b>reunite</b> ----


Immediately.


It's all I deal with these days - people claiming their trinkets are the 'real Nightsong', looking for the mountain of gold Lorroakan promised.


The dragon stands watch while his friend takes to the seas. A wonder I've not heard this tale.


Here it comes.


Scuse.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


The art of violence is one memory not lost to them - I assure you. Now, let us return to the fray.


And are <i>you </i>willing to speak with <i>her</i>?


I do.


Come on, <i>hoon</i>. You're coming with me. I won't be the one to tell the sergeant what happened.


I doubt I'd still be drawing breath without your help. Thank you.


'Cause you never know when your last will come.


We're as desperate as the rest of these 'savages'. They just had the sense to move quicker than us.


I smell death. Ugh, lots of it.


Stay strong, hunters! Remember your training.


You chose to abandon us. I chose to protect us!


PainPretend<br>var 1


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


All right, all right. No reason to get your horns in a twist.


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


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 2


Arrogant indeed. Very well - walk in blood, Unholy Assassin. But tread lightly.


But nothing is ruined either. After all, what's a little attempted murder between friends?


Away with you, I said.


There you are... Come... Join me...


Go whet the swords. I want them sharp enough to peel a <i>ghaik'</i>s eyeball just by looking at them.


Seems your ranks are quite packed. If some space frees up, I'll be ready for you.


Funny looking tad. Wonder what gives.


Nere will <i>not</i> be refused!


Hold still.


<i>Veterans of the Hells - to arms! </i>


It's going to attack - get behind cover!


What, ah, what were we discussing?


Think, Baelen, think!


*Memories flood back of a cambion named Florenta you knew in the Hells. The closest thing you had to a friend.*


Now that this druid mess is over, I'm having to store up all the rations I can.


I am <i>so </i>glad that monster was stopped.


I know the feeling. So come on - let's see whose is worse.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 3


Better yet: Let Dame Aylin do it. She deserves to look him in the eye before she ends him.


Butcher's stronger than you, meat.


Predators kill because they must eat. This is just murder.


You are a druid! With the might of hawk, and wolf, and hamster - all of which dine on brain, do they not?


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Decide quickly, Guild-folk. Nine-Fingers, or all of you!


Better get you out of there.<br>


You're a True Soul... M-my mistake, sir.


A single mortal soul... tossed as the errant coin. So it shall be.


A True Soul. You have more worshippers every day, majesty.


You will join me in the darkness of oblivion, you treacherous insect!


Are you mad? Just... just leave, please!


I wonder what they'll think when I bring them the hand cut from your corpse?


I'm hardly to blame if some people have more money than sense. Or in Gorran's case, a deficit of both.


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


*You see the tell-tale signs: this is a victim of a powerful spell. It seems you're being accused of casting it.*


*Although... you wouldn't say 'no' to a throne. But not yet.*


You - halt!


<i>Ur'khan besh...</i>


Almost there. I just need to insert the mould.


Enemies popping up like weeds. Halsin better conclude his search very soon...


Victory<br>


Open your mind to new sensations.


If only half the world had half the heart you do.


Should have watched your footing.


You look nice.


Veni et iuva me!


Hrrm. I suppose the sound of me cracking your nut would carry down here...


It used to be <i>my </i>prison - Nubaldin's very own pit of pain - I was its keeper. But that was a long time ago.


I'll strike you down.


Together!


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


The seat of the Absolute's power - occupied by a General that cannot be killed. But his followers are flesh and blood.


Though... perhaps I speak too swiftly. You have an odour of your own.


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


Regret is for those who would act differently. I feel no such desire.


Still stuck fast by some mechanism.


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


Expello te!


Vlaakith will be furious - to make no mention of your githyanki companion.


<i>NgghhHA!</i>


So this is Zarys' chest? She promised good coin, <i>if </i>it's returned unopened.


Oh, I don't need it to desire me back. That's wholly unimportant.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


Voco flagella!<br>v2


Only because I had you.


Ugh, I don't want to think about that now.


Not back to gloat, are you? Nobody likes a bad winner.


*The sovereign probes your mind. Valiant, but untrue, images of you slaying duergar greet it. The myconid retreats, satisfied.*


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


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


All these horns'll make fer good trophies.


There's a diabolist - name's Helsik - in the Lower City. Find her, and she'll take it from there.


Whatever awaits us on the road ahead, we can at least be proud that the shadow curse is no more.


A temple, I presume - undoubtedly devoted to an inferior god.<br>


I'd rather die myself than see another Harper taken.<br>


If only I knew where to find some.


Jaheira's Harpers are doppelgangers. She'll want to know right away.


Or some other fortune altogether.


Recovered <br>V3


So you stopped queueing because you felt funny?


Suppose not. But thought someone like you would've done more than turn tail and run.


Calm yourself. They're survivors, not soldiers.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


Another broken trap. Who made these things?


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 1


You're just like the others. While the Absolute wages the war of wars, Her faithful waste time fighting each other.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


'Look for striped sails' they said. Every other ship's got stripes on its sails. Like asking us to look for a fish with a tail.


Huh. Where's Wyll?


Let's go.


Unseen, and light of finger.


Huh, that book mentioned Lathander statues that moved...


Effort v7


Cages, shackles... all prepared to march captives off to their fate.


The grove stands. Nature prevails. And again, I am in your debt.


And in the chaos that ensued, well... our forces were scattered. I led some to safety, but never learned of her fate. I'm glad to hear she survived.


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


Scab-licking vagrant!


They feed on me instead... I need light...


I shall - trust me. But heed my words. This city is <i>doomed</i>.


They're a leaderless mob. How hard could it be to sneak past them?


You're cute. But you're taking up space for the next idiot.


But you made it clear that you are mine, and mine alone.


Traitor prince. I am not intimidated by your blade.


Effort v12


Probably. Lot of rats in this world. Been having problems with 'em in cellars for the whole twenty years of my career.


Please, just make your purchase and go. I don't have energy for anything else.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


Cudo! v2


All right.


Well, yes. But also trouble.


Heard you're planning to infiltrate Moonrise, and take the fight to Ketheric. That'd be a tale for the ages.<br>


A githyanki sympathiser? I'd no idea their evil could be passed on. Leave our premises - at once!


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


I <i>will</i> be heard.


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


Oh yeah? Gonna get your thugs to butcher my wife and kid, are you?


Ooooohhhhhh! Whoopsie!


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


Volothamp Geddarm?


Let's hope the Lady of Loss is pleased.


Try me.


Ah, you are kin. State your purpose.


Clever. Food is dispensed for anyone wearing this collar.


Darkness is no time to mount a rescue. I can set out for Cazador's lair come dawn.


Trust me, my bones ache for battle too. But look closer - you might see something else.


Mistress! I am ready to go home now.


Deadlier than ever.


Hm. I will speak to Black Gauntlet Holzt - perhaps she can spare one.


Your kind... slowly... painfully...


Huh. None of that rhymed with 'filthy, filthy cheaters'.


We will lead them into the Underdark. They will not be safe, but at least they will have a chance.


What was <i>that?!</i>


What to choose?


You possess a violent heart. Rage grips you. Blood inflames you. The House of Grief knows such burdens - and can lift such burdens.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


A fine door, although slightly wasted in a place like this.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


I want a pet elemental, but mumbus says I'm not old enough. I wouldn't let it die like the goldfish, though!


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


Where's the fun in that?


Macesce!


Why is it <i>always </i>a mephit?


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


Living a normal lifespan is so yesterday. Believe me.


Do you think we could have saved Holli?


One that feeds on his friends, no less.


To own something is to <i>know </i>it. You know NOTHING of what you carry.


Broken. Must have been here a while.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 4


We need to speak.


Don't mind me.


Someone made quite the scene on their way out. If it was an adventurer, they might return to the grove.


Looks like an old prayer.<br>


Oh. All right, then! Sorry to bother you!


But why? We're having so much fun!


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


Oh, yes - we've much to discuss. But first, come and be witness as I make history as the first Archduke of Baldur's Gate.


You gaze upon your disgraced kin, those who were sacrificed where you were raised up.


No disrespect, but I'd be joining the queue. Some business down in the vaults is slowing us down.


Strange thing. I wonder what it's for.


We can start slowly - quietly charming and manipulating key figures, building up our network of puppets.


*You try to break through, but its mind is impenetrable. With a last surge of defiance, it slaps your efforts away.*


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


I expected you would be, but know this...


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


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


<i>Straj</i>. Hook horrors.


But I can fight! I won't hold you back, I swear it.


Impero te!<br>v3


They're thick and scrappy, no doubt. If fighting's your vice, I'm not gonna stop you.


Sphaera mortis!


Just relax. Give yourself over to the sensation. Lie back and let it take you.


You - you saved us. Saved us <i>all</i>. I thought it impossible, b-but you DID it!


Bloody. Cultists. Are <i>fit</i>.


<i>Ssussun pholor dos.</i>


Oh dear - should I brace myself for some fashion advice?


A proposal? If you're hoping to taste my blood, little vampling, think again. It burns hotter than Wyvern Whiskey.


The very same. She saved something very precious to me from the grips of the shadow curse.


We're going to fix this - for Lily.


Don't 'love' me.


Fireplace isn't real. What's hidden behind it?


Looks like someone's not a fan of Shar. Smeared the Absolute's symbol all over her.


I've underestimated you. Won't make that mistake again.


I'll let Mystra show her flight, and then I can see how strong a chance we stand of winning the gambit.


I have delayed long enough. The next attack is overdue, and I can't risk you being caught in the middle of it. I need you out there, searching for the Absolute.


Here we go.


We will strike in the name of the Absolute!


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


Wyll, no!


Ververo!


<i>Such violence has no place here. The Society is an institution that aims to bring about peace. Not destruction.</i>


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


The heat coming off that door... opening it could spell trouble.


No! We have to stop this!


Minimus!


Sorry, Glitterbeard - but the Absolute has judged you unworthy.


Looks like it belongs in a latrine, not a bowl.


<i>Sometimes you surprise me with your wisdom.</i>


And deny you the honour of my hospitality?


The shadow curse still taints the land. Perhaps we could have lifted it, had we tried.


Unless... you used a <i>false </i>name, hm. You <i>did</i>, didn't you? Do not tell me, Minsc will guess! Something foolish, like...


Good. Then you won't mind <i>getting out of my damn house.</i>


Mm?


Lucky I made it out.


Let us cheat death.


With the Crown in my hands, I would be unstoppable.


Open up.


Should be easy.


Let's have a look.


Effort v3


Guess you lot got more uses'n just slaves.


*You've tried everything - the chains still hold you.*


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


I'd like to try doing things like this again, now I'm free to find my own desires.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Think more are coming?


Quite the deviation from my usual routine, of course. Capture, not lure. I didn't bring them in with sweetrolls or anything.


Have a lot on my mind... and well, in it.<br>


<i>With the stones in hand and the Chosen dead, we stand as good a chance as we ever will. </i>


Victory<br>


Patience. He's the key to this - I know it.


'Yuck', is it?


Buff


A stone masons' hall, judging from the crest.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


You're a danger to yourself.


Don't waste a step.


I'm not so sure. What good can these farmer hands do in a city like this? Besides, I've got the others to think of.


'...but in his doom he shall spawn a score of mortal progeny.'


Impero tibi!<br>v3


We survived. Others didn't.


That's a githyanki blade if ever I saw one.


Dying Deep Exhale


Rothéshit - Wulbren's the only person standing up to Gortash.


It's not her, Emm. It's just another trick. Another way to hurt us.


Saving the day.


Can't believe someone would try and murder Master Figaro.


Only a true diabolist would have such an infernal collection.


I did what I was trained to - spotted the balance of power shifting, and nudged where I needed to make sure it fell our way.


Don't get blood on my clothes.


Hope I haven't hitched my wagon to the wrong fuckin' horse.


He's all riled up. Best you do g'way.


<i>Just</i> <i>a merchant. </i>At least look at what's on offer before you embarrass yourself.


I'm not going anywhere. I like it here. Now play with me, or else.


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


Finished flapping that mouth of yours? Good.


Wouldn't want that to scar.


There's some sort of aura blocking me... need to get rid of it.


This place is protected - must be the refuge the Harpers spoke of.


Amo sanguinem!<br>v3


Lady Shar protected me. She guided me, elevated me. And now she wants me to cast you down.


Dying Panic Fall


Yes, of course.


To camp. I will not let my guard slip again, I swear by Mother Gith's scion.


I'd love to, thanks.


GaspFrightenedBreathLongOpen<br>var 3


Strange. I've had more freedom this past while than my whole life...


Better get to it.<br>


They're hangover cures, not high poetry.


Effort v3


Heard her... screaming. But not... real.


*The winged serpent of the Zhentarim - a network of merchant and mercenaries, known for their deep pockets and shallow scruples.*


-foundry--
 -NEUTRALISED--
 -watcherquantity--
 -SUFFICIENT--


For your reference: bites hurt. Consider that a given.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


*You feel her grief fade as if it were your own - there is a lightness in her now, veiling the power within, soothing it.*


You're angry. I understand. But I tried to give you word of what was happening - a Sending.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


Cudo! v3


I wish I could see my father again.


The art of violence is one memory not lost to them - I assure you. Now, let us return to the fray.


While that is startling, it still doesn't disprove my theory that Brilgor killed Father Lorgan, does it?


Tell me - are you the one in charge?


Best be careful.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


What the hells - there was a creature trapped inside.


N-no! Popper is a tough businesslord! No free stuffs, even for a - a super shiny scaley scale!


The world looks so small. Like you could just reach out and take it.


Dead. They're only good for kindling now.


That <i>smell</i> - what is it?


Voss' next destination was Baldur's Gate. We should check out Sharess' Caress when we get there.


The platform's already here.


Mindfully and meticulously.


Even good boys need a moment to catch their breath.


*A calm settles over you. The elder brain is a menace - but you are the Blade of Frontiers. No abomination is too powerful for you to overcome.*


I could be a poet? <i>Urgh. </i>I'd probably be terrible at that too...


Intactilis sum!


Dying Burning<br>v4


I don't like it, but if it comes to that, I suppose... we have it as an option.


The city's rumour mill is going mad - thieves, murderers, monsters. All hells breaking loose.


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


<i>You! Find a thrall. They must connect the nerves of the transponder. We must escape. Now.</i>


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


But, as ever, his hubris was his downfall. Gale failed to master the Crown's magic. It ignited the orb within him, and he perished in the blast.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


Weak


There's something above. Moist and... organic. Ugh.


*Who wouldn't want to spend some time with the saviour of Baldur's Gate? Oh the stories you could tell them...*


Let's see - I'm sure there's gold in these stacks somewhere...


Filth, rats, and soiled straw. How good to be back in the city.


Home... shop... Baldur's Gate... Bonecloak's...


A dead bird. Not the victim of a house cat, I take it...


I shall go have a word.


Oh, it's you from the Gazette! You're shorter than I expected - but as long as your heart's in the right place.


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


Peri!


Obedi me!<br>v3


Convenient - you showing up like this. You may have the others fooled, but I shall be keeping a close eye on you.


And now it's a nest for some filthy goblins. A fitting end, heh.


I have to hurry.


Not surprised this guy single-handedly wiped out the Dark Justiciars here. Fucker is <i>stacked.</i>


Go ahead. I will follow.


The Dark Lady's presence - she is here!


A warrior's favour.


My thanks. If you prevail, I'll owe you the debt of a lifetime.


In all my years, I never thought I'd see a <i>ghaik</i> that would pretend to oppose its elder brain as a means to ensure its own survival.


He's the image of me, isn't he? Always was a handsome devil.


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


But I also see the wretch who made me betray Orpheus, son of Gith, prince of the githyanki.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Won't pretend I expected to see you back again. Bloody <i>glad</i>, mind.


A book of necromancy? Gale would love to get his hands on this.


Ketheric Thorm, shown in Selûnite armour. Is there any god that turncoat <i>hasn't </i>bowed to?


I'm here.<br>


<i>You carry a tadpole. As far as Orpheus is concerned, you are already illithid - a sworn enemy. Just like me.</i>


Big Gortash fans.


When you realise your mistake, I will be ready to join you again.


*The cold bites, but you laugh and bare your chest. Be it blade, beast, or the elements - nothing daunts you.*


<i>As you wish</i>, Master Halsin.


Want all you want. She's somewhere safe and staying that way.


Sorry, love, I'm a bit frazzled right now.


Lamps, lads - sealed lamps! Don't want open flames where we're going.


A colourful torso, torn and butchered. Hello, Dribbles.<br>


*Centuries of blazing heat have smoothed away the plaque's inscription.*


Those claws look deadly. Stay on your guard.


Last night was incredible. This morning is incredible. Every moment with you is... beyond belief.


Were they heading to the druids' grove?


WAAAAH!


What the hells did you expect, Astarion? Come on!


Dying Freezing to Death


DisagreeOpen<br>var 1


There's something in that vessel. Take a closer look.


Another parasite. Take it. It will nourish you.


The hell it is. You can't do that one with rings. It has to be bracelets because...


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


Don't worry, I'll lead the charge. But I could use your help. There's a lot of them and only one of me. After that, we can team up. Take Faerûn by the short hairs. Sound good?


Damn. That didn't work.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


The blood of Selûne? Sounds like a sacrifice.


We have our orders, from your queen herself, no less. Now might be the time to consider obeying them.


Why, I never-!


If so, they might have returned to the grove.


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


HAH! HAH! HAH!


Easiest thing in the world. Though I'd do it the other way around.


We can lay down later.


*Here rests Zanda Pellows, who coughed for eighteen years.*


A ritual space. To turn the living undead, looks like.


Dying Burning<br>v3


You were really nice to me before. And erm. My mum hasn't come back yet. She might come later... I don't think she's coming.


It's planting spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


I've got you.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Wonder if the gods are watching me.


Oh really? What do you suggest then?


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


Like the dead. The excruciatingly happy dead.


*She lets out a whimper as you kiss lower, lower, lower on her body.*


Rest up. Go home. If I still <i>have </i>a home.


Yes.


I think I'll enjoy travelling with Halsin.


PainPretend<br>var 3


And if her people found out about her impotence, there would be mutiny, revolution, the end of her rule.


A dangerous place to stock goods, even for a Zhent.


You insolent worm. You would refuse Nere? Refuse the Absolute?


Whole camp'll be branded soon. An' you should be, too.


((*in dealing death, you have brought this Circle life. and thus we name you - <b>Life-Chanter</b>*))


Steer clear of the other crowd below, if I may. Don't think I'd trust them around an open vault.


Expello te!<br>v2


We'd better. Running out of days, aren't we?


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


You have helped us, but be mindful - Umberlee is always watching.


Perhaps next time we shouldn't poke the mysterious ox.


I won't go on without you.


Keep at it! Clear every bit of rock!


*What will be your first act as Blade of Avernus?*


The ringmaster hired another bard? Ohhh, Viola is gonna be <i>pissed.</i>


Giant mushrooms? I've never seen anything like them.


Mine travelled all the way from Neverwinter, to be turned away at the gate. It's outrageous.


There's an inscription on the ring. I don't recognise the language, though.


Yes. Myconids are more powerful than you realise.


Recovered <br>V3


Ah... no worries, True Soul. If we need the lads we'll just... holler, I spose.


That is most, but not all, of the Dribbles. Unless he was an especially tiny clown.


If only I was mounted on that dragon.


*You did what no one else could.*


What... what do I do now?


Hells. The curse has torn open the ground itself...


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


We're burnin' Her name across the face o' the world, we are.


Ooh, yes!


You can't even take beasts of burden for granted these days.


Falling


<i>Your word is nothing. You are nothing.</i>


Arcane illumination. Clever.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Hold on, soldier. We don't stand a chance against this mob. We'll have our moment, but this isn't it.


<i>Harpers - now is the time!</i>


Hells... something just woke up down here.


That's curious.


Very well.


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


*Other than a deep sense of foreboding, nothing strikes you as unusual about the door.*


Be gentle. He's much more than a child, but he doesn't truly know that.


Any musical questions? Don't hesitate to ask!


Evil can never save good. But good can cure evil. I will save you yet.


*Sniff* That's oil. And it's leading right inside.


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


Think about it: in the Hells I never have to fear the sun, I can kill anyone I want, and I'll be with you.


Of course she will. The world has no need for a goddess who would hesitate at such a request from her champion. I hope to see you again, Gale.


Only if you wish us to be. You helped me be true to myself - I will not begrudge you for discovering yourself... even if it displeases Lady Shar.


I did not come here to fight. I'd hoped to talk.


Carrion's presence lingers here. He will return, unless his ties to this plane are severed.


Hmm. Perhaps facing down an army wasn't my wisest choice...


Veni et iuva me!


In their blood I shall be reborn, free to walk in the sun's rays. Free from sanguinary hunger. And free to crush any that stand against me with merciless power.


Buff


I knew I liked you.


That's Myrkul's symbol.


Your time in the Hells has taught you nothing. You remain the same impulsive little brute you've always been. I haven't missed you at all, you know - and I won't miss you when you're dead, either.


That body's all yours - just leave us alone!


So much death. So much <i>waste.</i>


Well hello. What's on your mind?


I will be your shield, but you must be the sword.


Machine made them hostile.


Attack<br>var 4


A dead tongue. Whoever worshipped here must be long gone.


How does the death of Gortash change anything? Duty is duty.


You always were your father's son.


Just between you and me, this pretending-to-be-wounded thing is getting old.


Can't thank you enough. A drow with a golden heart. Who'd have thought it?


Inveniam viam!


I've got something special for you.


I came here to save them, and you <i>murdered </i>them.


It'll be all right. You'll see.


Well, may the Blade of Frontiers fight evil on his own time, then. And may he smite only the most deservingest of vermin.


Barbarian Roar


What creatures live in waters this dark?


Yield your trinkets and face me as you are!


You smell like blood. Like fighting. Be gone.


These notes offer good advice - I should keep it in mind.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


That invalidates our deal, I'm afraid. I fulfilled my part of the bargain, so you owe me the fee I proposed initially.


Wyll would be wiser to leverage his family name for a position of power in Baldur's Gate than to roam the wilds like some errant ranger.


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


Mol said we had to do something, because the old folks weren't doing anything.


*Your power echoes through the darkness - and makes a connection. Something <i>notices</i> you.*


*The stench of sulphur fills your nose.*


At least I still draw breath. Not all can say the same.


Come see us, when you can.


Do as you must, as shall I. We shall meet again. It is as sure as the break of dawn, or the spring thaw.


Now go on. We don't want to make a scene, do we? There's a good lad.


((*but I have heard the song. you mean to cleanse the duergar Rot. I mean to join you*))


Let's just go. I'm done.


Gladly.


Oh, you should <i>not</i> be up here.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


*Stripped raw and restless, you find no peace that night.*


Locked, and no place for a key. Might use a switch or a lever.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


Then you will be at peace when you taste it.


With the state of these bodies, not even a priest could help them now.


Stuck no more.


They're clearly devoted to the Absolute. Whatever that is.


Dead - by her own kin's hand.


Cresceat scientia!
v2


Slice them! Slice them now!


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


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


*This is the victim of some potent magic. It seems the hunt is on for the one responsible - tread carefully.*


<i>This one will be very useful against any and all enemies of Gortash. Be sure to be clear of its explosion area. </i>


Te absolvo!<br>v3


Looks like that box has taken a shine to you. So unconditional, isn't it, the affection of inanimate objects?


Well, I do like killing...


You won't hear a syllable of disagreement from these lips. Thank you.<br>


Our language doesn't even have a phrase for it. '<i>Chraith'kan zharn</i>' is the closest equivalent I know - 'May your enemies know agony'.


You listening?


Lae'zel had the makings of a formidable ally, if one prone to acts of impulsive violence.


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


Boom!


Dammit all, we've got to get Lae'zel back. If that means killing Gortash, nothing would give me greater pleasure.


*Sigh.*


These boots are laced with magic.


Your salvation. And not for the first time. I saved you before.


Then they're prepared to <i>die</i> for the Absolute. Good.


In that case, you'll be very pleased to learn what I have in store for you.


Absolute's blessed us. That's why.


Heartless bastards. If they'd just listen.


We've got no choice - we have to do what he says!


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


No, Boo. Astarion is a friend now - he would never bite you.


Dribbles' arm, judging from the smeared greasepaint.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


Dying Burning<br>v4


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Do not thank me - trust in thy courage, and the conviction of thy companions.


I hear you brought Kagha back from the brink. My thanks.


Truly? Perhaps you crave a dull life then.


Damn - it's frozen solid.


Blasted temple. I was expecting the Nightsong, not some blood sacrifice.


*It seems some vain wizard took living magic and twisted it into a forgotten curio.*


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


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 3


Snore
zzZzz
v2


*A fleeting image washes over you... An unwashed operating table... your innards without.*


Hmmm.


A power born of illithids is not one to take lightly. It may prove sin - or salvation.


I feel my bedroll calling. Time for some well earned sleep. Dreamless, preferably.


You're outta luck. Halsin - druid who runs this place - knew his stuff. But he ain't here anymore.


You have conquered your urge, you have taken back your own soul. I'm so proud of you.


Cal dead, Rolan in the wind. This couldn't have gone more wrong.


You idiot. What comes next is on you.


Dringo! Get back to work!


I'll be. The light wards off the shadows.


Me the beast? Now that's fucking rich.


Always an honour, true soul.


Must be the masons' guild, judging from that symbol at our feet.


You were to fulfil the deal. Nowhere does it stipulate you could subcontract the last kill to the first adventurers' party that came trotting along.


Count your lucky stars.


This jar feels almost comforting. I bet it's full of death magic.


Come, Voss - I need you!


No! Stop!


Find a boy called Doni. Tell him you want to see the 'Dragon's Lair'.


Orin...


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


*Fraygo's Flophouse. Enter as strangers, leave as friends. No vacancies at this time.*


*Setting a trap is one way to enrage your captors. Your incarceration could be heading for a swift and violent end.*


Now, now - Vlaakith esteems all her children. What say you, githyanki?


Can't believe someone would try and murder Master Figaro.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


Allow me to formally invite you to my inauguration. Make your way to the ceremonial hall.


Perure!


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


Hear that, children? A yeti! Do you have another?


One of those stoic types, are ya? Well, I'm sure Gyldro's got something cooked up that even you can use.


I would have made a deal with the hag to find this. I'm very glad that I did not. Thank you and safe travels.


Looks like the drider's caravan came from here.


Pawns, king, queen - is this lanceboard?


Engravings on this ring. Looks like the same language as on the door, whatever it is.


They <i>do</i> seem a bit short-handed.


A charitable donation to the good protectors of Rivington - was that the tune they played you?


A necklace in honour of the Moonmaiden. Beautiful.


What if Lady Shar still supported the Mother Superior? What if we were <i>misled</i>?


Just in case you happen to lose control of your shiny new servant.


Makes me wonder if you treat all your lovers that harshly.


If you want 'healthy' advice, go talk to a druid. I'm just telling you what works.


Mine.


I am, please don't mistake that. But saving me was in vain.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


Effort


Take it however you want, but I'll be having my usual from now on.


That doesn't look comfortable.


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


If he was just another upstart who didn't like paying Guild dues, fair enough. But he and his crew make no demands, leave no survivors to pass on a message.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


Still. I bet Ketheric changed his wall hangings as often as his gods.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 2


<i>Na na na...</i>


Fine. I hope you choke on it.


Slaying a necromancer seems a lot of work...


Hear that, children? An owlbear! Do you have another?


Lady Shar, deliver us victory!


Better not be cursed.


<i>You're lying. His chains are unbreakable. The only way to break them is - </i>


No, please, master. Not again, master.


Ouch! My fing!<br>


Yes. Myconids are more powerful than you realise.


The stone says we must run! We must flee!


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


Yep. And I like it that way.


Zariel's forces prove an excellent distraction, as she and Karlach seek a cure for her heart. They are yet to find one, but what they find in one another is more than enough.


I've got you.


What a mess.<br>


I've sent birds to find him, but the place is rotten with goblins. And if my birds can't get close, what chance do I have?


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


Oh, well that didn't last long.


Voco vineae!<br>v3


Poxy pissered pervert!


Though if it were my place to ask why she let Ketheric turn; why she allowed this village to rot at his hands - believe me, I would.


I'd rather enjoy this wine on my own, so... find your entertainment elsewhere?


Indeed. Thank you for inviting me. I hadn't realised you considered me a worthy accomplice in such matters. I hope you'll keep me in mind, in future.


Ah - I think Shadowheart wants to have a word with you.


True. I didn't think you'd react so pragmatically. Perhaps I should have told you sooner.


Dare I even ask the number...? Actually, no. I dare not.


Another quake. What's going on?


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 3


Be quick!


Para bellum!<br>v3


The scandal!


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


DisagreeClosed<br>var 1


Die, for Lady Shar!


Aye, and better fighters than them've been fertiliser on the fields too.


I can do that. Probably.


<i>This is the Netherbrain's stem. But we'll need to be higher up to climb it.</i>


Recovered <br>V3


Veni et iuva me!


Tara! That can't be you, can it?


He may destroy himself when the time comes, if he so chooses, I will have my assurances now.


The Absolute's forces have taken Duke Ravengard to Moonrise Towers.


Lihala. My teacher. And friend.


Victory v3


This is it... where I was raised, trained... hells, it's strange to be back.


You slobs ready? C'mon! True Soul found our next target.


Vampires thrive in the darkness even more than I do. Best wait 'til morning before we strike.


Closed Mouth Effort


How about I ask a few questions, and you just tell me the first thing that comes into your head?


THE SPONGY MORTAL RETURNS. SPIN THE WHEEL AND CHANGE YOUR FATE.


<i>Lady Keene - we need your people. NOW. </i>


My neck's puncture-free, I've not experienced any overwhelming desire to exsanguinate my nearest and dearest... I can only conclude there's no harm done.


Recovered <br>V4


Death becomes you.


My blade is ready. Let them come!


Brine. That's what they use for those... those <i>parasites</i>.


Does he speak true, Gale? You truly believe yourself capable of wielding Karsus' Crown?


*The voices return. Louder. Stronger. Commanding you to stop...*


A masonry symbol above, and one below. Must be their guild hall.<br>


That pack of goblins will be on us any second!


I deserve that. And I wish I could give more than 'sorry's in return.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Now hand it over, or we're gonna have problems, you and me.


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


Pallida mors!<br>v3


And here I thought my acting was flawless.


What is that awful mewling?


Only the most excellent and complimentary things. With some encouragement from us, of course.


Every githyanki has held a sword by age six, and claims their first kill by age ten.


But it won't come to that, for I have the means to spirit away those I care about to a safe remove, before the final curtain.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


I don't know. It is rather dark down here, <i>ra'stil</i>.


Tread lightly.


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


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


Watch it - take the cane to those beasts again and this standoff turns to slaughter.


I've no business with you.


Hells... something just woke up down here.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Rolan! You're all right!


Dying


But if you wants the hand, you gots to pay for it. BLEH.


Te curo!<br>v3


I am concerned for Karlach. She is strong, but even her courage may falter now that she knows how little time remains to her.


It's good to see you again. I'd ask if you've made any progress with your little problem, but the tell-tale twitching of your eye is answer enough.


Bhaal's age approaches, and you could be there to see it. An idol of flesh, made to welcome his bleeding dawn.


The Steel Watch does not tolerate resistance. You will be eliminated.


I hear screams  - down there, below the windmill.


Peri!


Consider it done.


Keep back. Back!


This place is in enough turmoil. It will be smart for both of us to make allies of enemies.


*Two souls hang in the balance. Kill Karlach, fulfil your contract - and condemn a possible innocent to the Hells. Or spare her and face the repercussions with Mizora.*


Neither the <i>ghaik</i> nor the crash have broken your spirit. Yes - you may still be of considerable use.


One that's happy to use his fangs, it seems.


Oak Father, guide my step.


Hostium munera!<br>v2


And that justifies threatening a child?


Ngh. My head...


Taking position!


Hhhngh.


Yes, but I'd rather not lose any more valuable artefacts, if it's all the same to you.


We'll need time to make the arrangements of course - the Dekarios clan is scattered clan far and wide, and you'll have invites of your own to send out, I'm sure.


<i>Ch'r'ai</i>, please, summon Vlaakith! There's much -


Marcus! Oh, gods...


What the hells, it's all funny money in the end anyway.


When Kagha shirked her duty, you upheld it in her stead. Let this gift be our thanks.


Be well, says Boo!


I'll take Raphael's secrets to the grave.


Pretty, but it doesn't do much.


I've got no interest in empathising with the fuck. But maybe what he did to me was some kind of mirror of what happened to him.


*He moves his hand in a quick flurry of gestures.*


Funny how these things go.<br>


Yes. Myconids are more powerful than you realise.


I shall help.


Separate cells - I never saw them. But when they changed...


No hope of clearing this without a shovel.


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


Yes. I adorn the crown of the Oak Father still, and as long as I do, there's an ever so slim chance I could make it back to Baldur's Gate.


Didn't work. What now...


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


Gather your thoughts. Then perhaps we can talk some more.


Perhaps that's for the best. I'd be irresponsible not to debunk such a strange claim.


GruntAngry<br>var 3


See? What'd I tell yeh? Praise the Absolute!


Out of my sight, miscreant - I do not share our merciful Lord Gortash's benevolence.


You do seem the honest type. I can always tell.


A mirror this large, and in this place, must have more than just a simple looking glass.


Effort


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


There's worse ways to travel, I guess.


You know me too well. I'm second-guessing things, as usual.


I should bring that amulet - the Mad Monk will not want to miss this.<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Go on then, if you think you can do better - pitch me <i>your</i> story.


A dangerous place to stock goods, even for a Zhent.


A grim choice. But perhaps better than none at all, at the last.


Have you back on your feet soon.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Hm. Perhaps something's missing?


Resisto venenum!<br>v2


I tried... to kill... her... but she... killed me... first...


If you'd shown that letter to anyone but the Zhent, you'd already be dead.


I've got just the thing.


But you don't need me to tell you this. You're here about something else, I'll wager?


<i>SICARIUS!</i>


You're adorable even when you're teasing me. But I must decline.


Starting from the bottom right, play the notes in correct order - clockwise this time.


Pallida mors!<br>v3


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


She will be reeducated. Lady Shar may still have use for her - under my control.


May darkness consume you!


This is chaos. Need to find a way through.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Now that's what I like to see - an elf at the head of an army. Even a Sharran one.


Bah. She cannot be more pained than my own ears from that insufferable rhyming.


Let us see the battle won.


Oh ho, honoured Shirra. Her spirit hath fled - and her body but merely a husk. Heh heh hee-hee-HEE!


Oi! Mayrina's been looking for you. Best speak to her sharpish.


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


((*duergar destroyed my people. I am a Sovereign with no Circle*))


About what happened - about your affliction. I know you're sorry. And I know you're probably afraid it'll happen again.


I appreciate it greatly, but I can no longer keep you in the dark.


So they kept the 'Blood of Lathander' here? Hardly surprising it was looted.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 2


Doomed to suffer. A tragedy many times over.


Barcus... he... called... me... Barcus...


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


Sounds in line with what I've heard about your kind.


Go slowly, this place is dangerous.


That's where I stand. But whatever you do, I trust you to the last.


Get her back... get Rina... back...


All I could do was run.


Understood.


Some sort of temple? Looks abandoned.


Ha! Talented from the beginning, then? Almost a surprise you didn't cast magic in the womb.


Fool. To the transponder.


Meanwhile, help us contend with the goblins. Perhaps we can dissuade them from attacking.


Whatever he found there, he didn't make it back.


Need a little boost?


I've made a powerful ally today.


Voco arvina!<br>v2


*You drink in the pungent corpse.*


'Lord'. A fine title for the greatest scoundrel in town.


Snore
zzZzz


I hope it's a happy reunion!


I-it was locked away years ago, somewhere underneath the temple.


I've prepared a dense manuscript of new love-chants, to be throat-sung in Tymanther style.


Feel that warm glow? A priest of Selûne graces the tower. Sickening, isn't it?


That didn't hurt, did it?


Victory awaits!


Why does my stomach hurt? Ah. I haven't eaten today.


Buff


You know the fortune of my company.


Let's see what this does.


Shout


What's happening? Where am I?


One more gem for the collection.


Moonmaiden's teachings. But why hidden back here? And what's this symbol?


*Ellie May: my light, my hope, my joy.*


See? What is the light of eyes but the cancer that causes one to witness the laceration of being?


Poor bastards are shipped in from all over the Realms. Most come from a fellow called Balthazar by way of Moonrise Towers.


Why not?


Ugh... sure.


Quite the life, leaping from branch to branch without a care in the world...


<i>Tsk'va</i> - I barely have the strength to move forward.


We need to find him, before it's too late.


Not now.


Your mug'll look right lovely stuck on a pike. But we'll do it up nice.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


*Spits.*


Snore
zzZzz
v2


I would lick the viscera from your boot, Bhaalspawn. It is all I deserve.


What's up for discussion?


How opportune.


Vincere est vivere!


That can wait.


At least you recognise your mistake. This is a beginning - a small one.


By my eye, that blade's magical. What do you think, Gale?


They've no cause to be humble. They brought us back together - a task I failed miserably at.


So Orin is a shapeshifter. How long has she been watching?


That a dead drow?!


INTERLOPER!


Hey! What's a big hero like you doing in a dustheap like this?


Venenum!


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


I want to be like you when I grow up.


Never enough.


Sharp instincts, sharp weapons, and a knack for improvisation. That's the only way to survive 'em.


I don't doubt your conviction, but I'd be a fool to expect victory.


Waiting with bated breath.<br>


He has a mansion, down near the water. A forsaken place, dank and decayed as he is.


There it is. The truth.


You've got steel in you, no mistake. But it's gold that counts around here.


What was that thing inside her?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


A sound strategy! I'm sure.


Where is my candelabra? Did they <i>take</i> my grandmother's candelabra?!


Ah, no, you misunderstand. I mean... <i>anyone</i> could be among these 'refugees'.


Feel their anguish.


Hot hot HOT!


If you won't help me, I may as well enjoy this.


See? Just business.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


So. We are not agreed on whether we will return here and feed you to a mimic - yet.


Listen up! You need a spot of gold? I got the perfect job for you.


We follow.


Best move fast.


The goddess of secrets? How <i>telling.</i>


Sol Invictus!


Is this it? Seems a little underwhelming for a holy relic.


I hope your goddess appreciates the blood you have shed for her, Shadowheart.


Finest weapons in the city!


Can't read this script.


And <i>you </i>do? I won't allow some walking, talking feast for stray dogs where I belong or not.


I belong in darkness.


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


Pardon me saying, Archduke, but do the people require such a heavy hand?


His mind was all addled - like a bog standard True Soul. But... he could've been brought round. Couldn't he?


Damn these imps - I need to reach the transponder.


Calm down! <i>Please.</i>


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


Be mindful. The Steel Watchers are disabled.


They'll have to wait. I need to get off this ship alive first.


*Despite the chaos in the camp, the adventurer sleeps soundly, wounds expertly bandaged.*


To the top. Strike down anything standing between you and the brain.


Ah. So it <i>is </i>you. Mystra's discarded lapdog. And now you think your bark is cause to make me tremble.


Ah... no worries, True Soul. If we need the lads we'll just... holler, I s'pose.


Careful - if the hag dies, the child does too.


Now why should I go letting my favourite pet off his leash?


Nothing - it must have been disarmed.


Ugh. Have you considered <i>not</i> tonguing rotten spider-flesh?


One brine pool, countless parasites. Disgusting things.


Boo...? Are you dancing down there, or...?


To the rescue.


*'Queen Vlaakith is lying to you and your people.'*


All those lives snuffed out, just to grasp some power. That was craven - unnatural.


I'll leave the frontline hero work to the likes of you. We'll be here to pick up the pieces when you're done.


Don't make me hold your hand now.<br>


Never seen a gem like this - bet it's a fake.


I've got my eye on you. Enough goin' wrong without outsider meddlin'.


And for what? You didn't even fight back!


If only you had come to this place in more peaceful times. You'd have been a welcome addition.


You see, I know Vlaakith's secret.


But you're bloody getting some if you don't 'fess up.


It's called an embrace. I suppose you don't receive many.


*A crime's being investigated in this area. You appear to be the prime suspect.*


How do Baldurans punish traitors? Hanging? Dismemberment? I hope we get to see.


I thought you could help me, but no - I'll have to make my own way. As usual.


If I choose to kill you, you will not even see it.


That book radiates dark magic. Any interest, Gale?


*Your tadpole grasps at nothing. She carries no parasite.*


Oh! Milord is tired! I will tuck them in personally, with a bedtime story of their former self.


Expello te!


This grave is a mess - probably an animal's doing.


They're through the curtain to the right.


Thing's been consumed by the shadows. Poor fella.


They're sketches - more like early drafts than final blueprints.


Patience. The Gondians are pivotal to Lord Gortash's plan.


No! Don't! CONNOR!


We'll see about... nngh...


It's time you seize what's yours. Check the drider - take the lantern.


<i>Please</i>, lady! Strong emotions can mess up the settling of the humours!


Seems the sussur bark was a later addition.


Ellie May's ring? Guess I got there before him.


Questions? Talk to someone else. Comments? Same deal.


It's time we had a talk with her, don't you think?


Where has she gone, I wonder?


Give 'em hell, Karlach.


Ugh! What is that? Rotting flesh?


Flaming Fist armour. And someone - something - burst out of it like a moth from a cocoon.


First the kobolds, now you?


Well this is going to be awkward.


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


If I must.


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


And that, my tragic and toothsome friend, is that. Now if you'll excuse me, I have business elsewhere.


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


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


*You choke down the obscene thoughts racking your body with a shiver.*


Evaluation is harmless. Make no sudden moves and no one gets hurt.


*With almost no struggle, he has gone out like a light.*


BreathShortClosed<br>var 2


Stone Lord liars... Stone Lord toelickers - you all get sliced just the same.


Swing, and... swing!


I wish you could stay with us - you'd keep everyone safe forever.


*But some promises, even the Blade of Frontiers can't keep.*


Stay your hand - these two must be important.


Gods... We made it! We actually <i>made it</i>!


Volothamp Geddarm - realm-renowned author, auteur, and tastemaker.


Necrotic magic - an old favourite of Cazador's. Best not get too close.


Bet I can crack that open.


Found anything interesting in today's broadsheet, Carys?


She's talking!


I didn't believe the rumours, yet it's true, isn't it? <i>She </i>blessed you.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed<br>


*Just as she promised, Mizora's dissolved your warlock skills. But you are confident nonetheless, for you embody the four pillars of power: Courage, insight, strategy, justice.*


And now another 'final' battle. This small band has gone further than any army could have in its place.


For your sake, I hope they are secrets worth their price. I wouldn't care to have Shar's wrath at my back.


Could mean anything.


You're not allowed to play here! It's not <i>respectful</i>.


How bothersome.


And if our favourite Sharran's heart breaks, I'm worried she might get a little... murdery?


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


Quiet.


Gods - are you serious? That's... fucking terrifying. It's getting harder and harder to tell who we can trust.


But Mol isn't here, though.


Mama keeps telling Papa we need a lock on our door. I suppose this explains why.


Stray from the path, and I will correct you.


In the name of the Blade, attack!


A handy little trick.


Bring me their heads. Bring me the <i>weapon</i>. If you succeed, the reward will be great.


Then they can mourn for you.


You should be more careful.


You killed the goblins? Hope you made them suffer.


And I... well, I shall have my own selfish reasons for wanting to see you again, if you wish the same.


The fury of Avernus.


And?


<i>Kaincha. </i>I can hardly bear to look.


Orin's own Butler. Isn't it meant to be undying?


What in the Hells is that? I'm not sure I want to step in there.


I'm sorry, but you have been banned from these premises due to HABITUAL VIOLENCE.


All of that and the stones didn't even work? I swear, this is never-ending.


A statue of Shar - but it's been vandalised. What is that symbol?


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 1


Lae'zel's suspicion and your guile made for a lethal combination. I fear for our fellowship, if trust is in such short supply.


Recovered <br>V2


Now, I refuse to dwell on anything further without a strong drink in hand. The communion wine here won't quite cut it.


Anything I can do for you, Warden?


Agh... something's sapping my strength... but what?


Time for some bloody work.


Come on, open up.


If so, they'll hunt us to the far ends of this cursed land.


I am, however, feeling gracious. So, I will forget this and allow you to spin again. Or I can turn you into something vile. Choose.


The magic nearly oozes from this flask. Can you use it?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Effort v12


Does it matter? We managed to stop it.


I would understand if you wanted to go your own way.


You know him? Not too well, I think, if you believe he is so easily slain. He could be stalking your camp at this very moment.


Sorry, I didn't mean to snub you, I'm just worried about the kids. Mol is still missing, and they haven't taken it too well.


I've told you all I'm going to tell you. Now please don't pry any further, or you might force me to become less polite.


Effort v6


*And yet you know you will never be free of your Urge if you don't confront your past.*


S'okay... everybody is mean to me anyway.


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


Check it out.


Impero te!<br>v3


Hmm. It won't move.


Some of us reach for freedom, while others just grow to love their chains, I suppose.


We must remain vigilant. And grateful. I will join your camp tonight. There, we will discuss the Moonmaiden's plan for you - for your past, your future.


Fulgur!


Commander.


You see through my Minthara-mask, pretty little flesh-thing.


Mate, if I'd had coin I wouldn't have been robbing it in the first place, now would I?


I haven't the faintest idea what you mean. Perhaps a cat pounced on its prey?


And a short one it will be, by the smell of that engine. What will it be - hours? Days? Finish your search before we both run out of time.


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


And what about you?


I take no pleasure in ousting Wulbren. But he's not the old friend I remember. When did he get so angry? So violent?


Signum arcanum!


Well, I'd hate to get in the way of a well-laid plan. So to speak.


Anything for a friend.


Wulbren, it's me.


That title is <i>mine</i>. That you would give it to some indolent civilian is an affront.


You were on the <i>gh'ath</i>. The nautiloid. You carry a tadpole.


*Its shadows spread through your veins, purging all traces of Mystra's blessing. It cannot tolerate such light.*


That blood flow is quite turgid.


Keep up! There's still a battle to be won.


An imp could vomit up a more impressive prize.


There. Is that worth your life?


He could be trapped. Help us get through!


Well that's disturbing. Still better than having an actual conversation with him, though.


We can survive this together, but I want more - I want us to rule together. To master the brain, and to become Absolute.


Get down here, already. It's time we started our happily-ever-after!


This is no place for a child.


*You return the relic, but your guilt is not so easily discarded. You will be closely watched.*


Lice-ridden cur!


Necrotic magic... I'm not feeling so great...


Ketheric Thorm never did trust me, even when he worshipped the Moonmaiden. He was threatened by my love for Isobel, by her love for me.


That girl hasn't got long, if you planned to save her.


I wouldn't take it too seriously - it's probably just here to part gullible travellers and their coin.


Your father too, if our fortunes are so kind.


This is not just about you and I anymore. It has become far bigger than us.


Gimme the good news.


Another bleeding heart - piss off and take it elsewhere.


Oh yeah. He killed all the bad guys on his own.


We are to use and misuse each civilisation in the stars, in every way we know. I do not conquer by blade alone, Gale.


Careful. One wrong move and we'll be behind bars with them.


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


I think not. Go and strip the bugbear for parts if you're that desperate.


Oh hush, you. Stop fishing for compliments.


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


This'll help.


She's all yours.


Trying to frighten me with cheap tricks? Darkness is my element.


Voco arvina!


No. <i>No! I'm not done!</i>


This was <i>your </i>fault, I know it! The guards will hear about this, make no mistake!


Lolth? Is it... you? My queen! My queen of biting. My queen of binding. My queen of wrapping and holding. What would you have me do?


Aye aye.


Odd.


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


When I see you squandering your talents to serve a god rather than indulging your intellectual curiosity, I cannot help but be disappointed.


Ugh. You're such a scaredy-cat.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v4


That disguised journal spoke of this Adamantine Forge as well. Interesting.


Dying Burning


She deserved better than that.


Hee hee! I guess I <i>am</i> Severn's type after all!


Guess ya do have some devil's blood in there, don't ya?


Bet it's lovely strolling around not worrying about getting squished by a Steel Watcher, hm?


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 2


Better get my hands on that gem.


We're refugees from Elturel - we took shelter here after gnolls attacked us on the road.


Configo!


<i>Tsk.</i> A gathered herd of the devils would indeed be disruptive.


Impero te!<br>v3


It'd be madness to attack a vampire stronghold at night. Better just rest and wait for sunrise.


*Vague notions of rumour and myth - nothing solid comes to mind.*


Cut down and left to rot. Such fine armour deserved better.


How opportune.


Different packs then. As you wish. Just get the job done.


A moment's peace, if you will. I need time to process.


*Then, visions. Dark dwarves - duergar - chopping fungal tendrils with their axes.*


Dying Burning<br>v4


Da mihi facta!


Glue and optimism are holding this thing together.


In Menzoberranzan, I had a thousand suitors. Some were only attracted by my status, many only wanted my body - a rare few wanted all of me.


You should have studied Chelvin before you stole her face. She wasn't much of a smiler.


A friend in need.


Much as I enjoy our conversations, I think it's Elminster we should be catching up with.


I wish I could make some sense of all this for you. I cannot. But I do know this.


Why are all the buildings on this plane so broken? What do they do with them?


I can see your scars. The torment you felt... your mind and body at the mercy of another master...


Get 'em, Boo!


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


What was the point? I'm still dying. I'm <i>dying. </i>I'm going to die!


After Elturel, I think you're right. Faerûn deserves to see us as we <i>really</i> are.


Hm. Not working right now.


Watch your step. Just  because Lord Gortash is dead doesn't mean you can get away with anything.


These toys are not as innocent as they appear. Quite deadly, in fact. I wonder who made them?


Trespasser... Kill it... KILL IT...


Bloody collars. Is that what happened to those pets? I'm gonna cry!<br>


A persuasive argument, if not the most eloquent.


Curious - that stone there's been pried loose.


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


*That might work on more gullible individuals, but this guard sees right through you. You're under arrest.*


Eiecto te!


Just seeing if this shadow curse is as bad as they say. Word is it eats anyone gets too deep into the dark.


I feel so drained. There's necrotic magic at work here.


Do I look like a library to you? Get your free reads somewhere else, cheap prick.


Stop botherin' me.


Quite some valuable knowledge hidden between these pages.


Look here, lass. To get by in this place, you've got to be tough as tacks.


I'm sorry too.


You have delivered unto me a most studious disciple - when you next hear thunder, know it is Sharess herself purring her approval.


I hope I'll see Korrilla again one day, and that she'll say sorry, and I'll tell her she's forgiven.


Get away from me. Go!


Not your wisest move, was it?


By Silvanus - another outsider. Should you have an ounce of sense, you will leave. Immediately.


<b><i>March. Join my power. </i></b>


Well, what's done is done. And there's simply no point in dwelling on the past, is there?


The paper cage for your soul. Such a tiny thing, but it's one of his favourites.


Think we haven't heard that one before? Piss off.


You are well on your way. But one white orb disfigures you still. Let us finish the cure.


I can't believe you'd turn on us - on your own family.


What did that do?


Art thou certain?


Upwards!


Surge!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Halsin, you must have accumulated considerable wisdom on matters of the heart in your long life.


PainOpen<br>var 3


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


They almost drowned me in the hatching pool. If it wasn't for the <i>varsh</i> of my clutch -


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


Pity. But I suppose you have your path, and I have mine. Perhaps they'll meet again. I won't rue the day.


Crescit eundo!


Buff


You're a dream. You must be.


I'll try not to take it personally that you chose someone you can't even touch over me.


What was that bastard up to?


Attack<br>var 3


Mors animae!


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


<i>HIS MOST UNHOLY WILL BE DONE.</i>


So, gith. Aren't you worried your kind will punish you for consorting with us?


Oi! Get down from there!


Not that you'll be grateful.