Come on, let's get back to the camp. If a night of passion isn't on the cards, a night of rest would be very, very welcome.


Kill him? That monster?


Ha! I think I can feel my tadpole kicking.


Suit yourself. If you change your mind I'll be here all... well, all the time, really.


Don't give me that look. Even a vigilant follower of Helm is entitled to relax now and then. Briefly.


No, I'm better than he ever was.


No hesitation.


You <i>are</i> the one in charge, aren't you? Come in.


I can do better. I must.


You're back! Thank the gods. I feared the worst. If we both survive this horror, let's speak again - please.


What do we have here?


I am afraid I must disagree. Orin's first cut was quite clearly the throat.


Go slowly, this place is dangerous.


Fronti nulla fides!


I do thank you. Come visit me in Baldur's Gate if you find yourself that way. We - <i>I </i>- run a shop called Bonecloak's.


Both Orin and Gortash are slain. We shall rest well tonight.


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


I hate it had to end like this. A torturous fate by any measure.


'Those who draw breath, embrace death.' An instruction these corpses took literally.


My love. You always know the right thing to say.


Get out of my sight before I do something you'll regret.


We've been tracking cultists who pass through the shadows unharmed, guided by an uncanny light. We plan to steal it.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


Best move fast.


Why?! Why won't you just open?!


Do what must be done.<br>


Something's missing. I'll need a mould to get this thing running.


Blood it shall be.


I don't know much, but enough to be afraid. This is how they <i>breed</i>. We host their spawn, and once they're ready, they'll tear right through us.


Humanoid body parts - butchered and put up on display.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 2


Tuebor!


Myconids. Just as I thought.


The man for the job.


Oh, it must be a grand life, bounding through the trees.


Is that... the Beloved Ranger? Jaheira is gonna burst! I'm gonna burst. Oh my gods - Minsc!


Look, you seem nice and all, but take a hint, huh?


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 5


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


The city is rife with paranoia. If word got out about his condition... well, the Steel Watch are hardly known for showing mercy.


This plane is full of disturbing creatures.


Some sort of magic blocking the way.


Hurt Critical


Yer gonna be sorry. Every last one of ya!<br>


Voco murus!


We should hurry to the Inquisitor.


Hm. This doesn't open from here.


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


Thank you so much for telling me. Now please do piss off.


We really need to stop doing this.


Do not incur nature's wrath, fool.


What the <i>hells</i> was that?


Don't come near me!


Left out in plain sight like that? No - the Harpers are too smart for that.


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


Hopefully this time I'll be saving <i>you</i>. Or at least, not getting in trouble.


Looks like the drider's caravan came from here.


She rests here. The reunion beckons...


Very well, but it does not serve us to tarry when a summons from the heavens is waiting.


Vlaakith is lying to her people. She pretends to know how Gith destroyed the mind flayer empire. In truth, she knows nothing.


Attack<br>var 4


Arabella?


Oh, my hand slipped.


Why that would be, I can only theorise myself. It is rather outside my area of expertise.


Errgh... look, mate. Just piss off. You're not welcome 'ere.


Now that's a lock that screams 'pick me'.


Hang on!


You cannot harm me, but you can irritate me. Goodbye.


Such sweet music... I must listen...


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


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


Ocior!


When he wasn't horny for the book. Urgh. Book this. Book that. He loves the book.


No, our kissing days are done, so let's focus on defeating the brain. Otherwise this whole mess will have been for nothing.


Right. Lead goblins here, then leave the rest of us to fight them off. You coward.


You don't know who you're messin with. I'll kill you and eat you like that dwarf!


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


Karlach is going back to Avernus, and if she won't go quietly, she <i>dies</i>. It looks like I'll have to kill you first, which I quite look forward to. Bye-bye.


Listen, Gale - I might invoke the Triad from time to time, appeal to Helm. But I'm no man of faith. Not like you.


Butchered. They didn't stand a chance.


Effort v8


Must've been those strangers!


Weak


Strange-looking staff. Is that something you'd want, Gale?


Still blocked - but should be easy enough to clear.


Mephistar, home to the archdevil Mephistopheles. Raphael's bold indeed if he ever visits uninvited.


VO_SFX : Downed v3


Should step in before it gets worse.


Caeco te!<br>v2


((*I grow among them. yet I am not <i>of</i> them*))


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


Looks like some high value items. Wonder if they can get gotten...


Closed Mouth Effort v8


You're on the right track. Please, keep looking.


Intellego!


*He chases you across the Hells' battlefields, ignited with rancour. He sees you as an infernal wardevil, a threat to the living - evil incarnate.*


*There will be many more to come.*


We no longer need to fear a dagger in the back from our kindly hosts. Thank you - for standing by us.


Crouch low. Move slow.


*He stares past you, as if you aren't there at all.*


The shadows are spreading? Well, shit.


We got tails!


Efferve!


It's easy for some, of course. You and Karlach seem to be getting on very well.


My saviour. I wish you could have visited in better times.


Another trick up my sleeve.


*The rothé chews slowly, its eyes drooping from exhaustion.*


Step carefully, kin. Our hatchery is protected by lethal safeguards - I would hate to see you fall foul of them.


Falling<br>Var 3


Oh. Okay then. Sorry.


Expello te!<br>v2


She'll give you more... than you bargained... for...


Let's have a look.


Hm. What was she trying to summon?<br>


VO_SFX : Initial Downed<br>


*Beady, malicious eyes stare at you. The rat probably wants to feast on your corpse along with its friends.*


Never!


Hm. I can't fault your priorities. You'll look after them for me?


*Fatigue creeps through your limbs, and presses on your mind. Yet it is a pleasurable sort of weariness - one founded in accomplishment.*


Forget it. The milk's already spilled.


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


A war drum. One of those can summon fighters far and wide.


Ab uno disce omnes!


PainOpen<br>var 3


Vae victis!<br>v2


Best move fast.


That staff looks more than intriguing. Much worth obtaining, I say.


I know my orders. <i>For the Absolute.</i>


How much farther can I go?


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


Move aside - I'm famished!


I could have had that much power! I could have walked in the sun!


The master will deal with you when he returns. And I'll mop up whatever remains.


Quite a sight - but I won't be able to get any closer this way.


*The cub's feathers ruffle in distrust. With a defiant squawk, he bounds away.*


Wh-what does that mean?


Figured you wouldn't.


Blood follows me everywhere.


The cage won't last long. Nor will the girl.<br>


<i>Urk. The world's spinnin'... Heh. The stones look alive, all wriggly. Damn, this is some good beer.</i>


It killed one of us. It killed <i>Edowin</i>. It's an enemy of the Absolute.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Of course.<br>


Meditation Breathing


Effort v4


One of us must transform, and we must do it right away.


You wouldn't actually feed in the wake of a battle, would you? You're not a vulture.


CoughIll
var 4


Balduran sails away and leaves the dragon to watch over his city. Do the histories make mention of this?


Stay alert - that's a trap.


You are almost worthy to live among drow, <i>faerie</i>.


Don't pout. For a brief second, I did weigh the odds on killing you.


Not for you to know.


Whatever it is, I sense it, somewhere below - furious, and hungry.


Kill her.


Please know - I've no desire to pry into anyone else's past, especially one that's left its scars.


Unleash the wyrm, let his tempest swallow the Absolute and its allies. And may they be driven forever from the Coast.


We can come back and play tomorrow!


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


Flowers as a light source! Necessity really is the mother of invention.


That was uncalled for. Though, a spell well cast.


One touch of magic coming up.


Drow comin' too? She'll rip 'em to bits!


This curse subverts all that is good in nature.


When she resurrects, she'll have no interest in helping us.


A different class of person. And a different type of consorting.


It's hard to find any light in this bloody city.


Ngh - almost, but not quite.


Victory<br>


Sharp, deep... and still fresh.


Impressive webbing. Though I should probably worry about its creators.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 1


<i>I </i>knew <i>we shouldn'tve taken that fancy berry beer. Could've tasted the poison if it hadn't been so sweet.</i>


You don't know who you're messin with. I'll kill you and eat you like that dwarf!


Raphael's set his sights on Zariel's throne. She'll be too busy fighting him to pursue you.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Selûnite drivel. What's this symbol on it?


<i>Our</i> city, father. Today, I fight in your honour.


This mess - this is your doing? Impressive. Our Captain may have use for you - report to her immediately.


It's your orb, it's your choice. But I really hope it won't come to that.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


Teleported right into the Underdark. Lovely.


This is your time, not mine. Look inward. See what will be discovered.


That's worth some coin. And my thanks.


The Adamantine Forge - we heard of it from the duergar.<br>


A spot of healing will help.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


*The wall is riddled with holes. A suffocating stench of long-rotten meat wafts out.*


According to these notes, there's an adamantine forge down here.


Stuck? That's not good.


Statues? Strange...


Who's the <i>clan-sen</i> - another merc to help the slaves dig?


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


What just happened? Where <i>am</i> I?


Oh no, don't be disgusting.


*The spiders scatter and you stash the bag. Something clinks among the coins.*


Lae'zel risks our safety. If she attracts the ire of Vlaakith, we will all suffer.


Well, it's always an option if we're out of ideas... but let's at least try to save you before it comes to that, hmm?


*You notice a glint in Akabi's beard - as it glows, the wheel moves away from the 'jackpot'. He is <i>cheating</i>.*


A dead bird. Even wings can't lift you out of these damned shadows.


But there's nothing to be afraid of - we're a team after all.


I swear...


Please, just go. I need a moment with her.


The map shows tunnels beneath a temple. The name 'Father Lorgan' is scrawled alongside them.


PainTeeth<br>var 3


I know how to have fun! I have lots of fun every day!


You won't have to worry about us anymore. I'll fight anything we meet on the road. Anything!


Another slate. Lae'zel should have a look.


Lord Gortash does not have time for this. File your report through the ordinary channels.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 1


I accidentally summoned an imp like you once.


Whatever strength I have to lend, I will lend it. I will make my city proud again.


But if you're so sure we will, why not put a little gold on the line?


<i>Everyone </i>owes you, in truth. And I'll be sure they know of their debt.<br>


I've considered them plenty. Besides, Lady Shar favours action over words. Try it out, sometime.


Oh... Of <i>course</i>. Yeah, I'd have 'ad said that. Bit wordy though, innit?


Listen up.


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


Dying Freezing to Death


That wasn't a bulette... was it?


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


What to pack and what to dump? Mol would know.


Close your hatch, Morghal. They're one of those Absolute crackpots. Found the <i>hoon</i> sailing Gekh's skiff.


Nature shall prevail.


We should wait a little while. Until the others have drifted off.


I heard that there was another aspirant seeking the Tribunal.


PainTeeth<br>var 1


Urgh, you are no fun at all.


A jar touched by death itself. Some necromantic power infuses it.


*You feel invited, somehow, to witness the skull's memories. It seems... <i>urgent.</i>*


Makeshift Selûnite graves. They were buried with haste.


I won't give in.


But with a little luck, perhaps I won't.


Pretty, but it doesn't do much.


Thank you. They won't give us the time of day.


It certainly wasn't the reunion I was hoping for. Though if anyone had to deliver such a message, I'm glad it was my old friend.


None shall see me.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Party's over, mate. Somethin's wrong with the booze.


Efferve!


I just want to be useful but... I'm not as good at this as the others. But I'll get better!


... father... fisherman...


Best get in and out.


You're the friendliest face so far.


Far be it from me to pry! Now, as you were saying... <i>lasher... booyahg...</i>


Hardly deserving of this.


I don't know any ballads about her. But I can write one for you!


A fine painting. Should be worth its weight in gold.


Can you feel it crawling through you? Tendrils squirming in your chest, gripping your heart, piercing your belly? Your bones popping, your flesh swelling?


Because you <i>will</i> save us all. And I still hope you might do it the right way.


Effort v12


There? Very well.


The southwest, when I last saw her. Although her tower does have a tendency... to move.


Direct that elsewhere.


I've made a powerful ally today.


Fuck. Fuck fuck <i>fuck</i>!


So that was Elminster? Even the githyanki have heard tell of him, you know. Some of his works have been translated to <i>tir'su</i>.


You're wrong. I'm exactly where I need to be.


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


Now, let's drop the matter, before I feel obliged to detonate the orb just to put an end to the bloody business altogether.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 2


Locked. Perhaps by some nearby mechanism...


Should steel myself first.


You'll be free in a blink.


Hells - as if the targets on our backs weren't already plain enough.


By Balduran's breath, what is that thing up to?


*You've heard of this provision - better known as the 'You First' clause.*


I'll gut you in 'er name - for the Absolute!


Waaah.


Duke Ravengard? Hold on, I'm coming!


Lady Keene - we need your people. NOW.


Look after my angel, of course. She's been through more than I can bear to think about.


Barbarian Roar<br>v6


'Annihilate'.


Actually, just leave me to burn - bloody hangover.


That's a friendly-looking shadow.


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


People are their own worst enemies, petal. I just let them see it.


Forget Halsin. Only a githyanki crèche holds our cure.


*You remember a method of decoding cryptic <i>tir'su</i>. it appears to work even on these ancient texts.*


DisagreeOpen<br>var 1


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Your kind... slashed me...


*The opposite, in fact. Your skin tingles pleasantly. Like the caress of a lover who doesn't know any better yet.*


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


Dying Burning<br>v3


My skills were just fine to begin with. You can save the compliments.


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


They said the Iron Throne was impenetrable - and you proved them wrong. Together, we can beat these bastards!


There! A mind flayer - and it's <i>hurt</i>.


Of course not. I'd save it for later - there's always use for a spine.


But - still. I am sorry, Wyll. It is a hard thing to lose someone, and wonder if you might have saved them.


Ah-ah. This is not where you die.


Remind me why I allied with you?


Your prince awaits, githyanki. And the dawning of a new age.


Tunnels beneath the Open Hand Temple, and a name - 'Father Lorgan'. Works here, perhaps?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


We'll fix what we can.


Lies! Lies. I <i>see</i> it. Seetruth. Seedeath.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


They let you into the barn? Well, try not to get overexcited.<br>


I hope I don't look as old as you when I'm your age.


It's gonna be a <i>massacre</i>!


I don't want to put you in harm's way either. I'll wait for now. But that prick is going to <i>pay</i>.


Leave no survivors.


All right... all right. I'll find someone else. I'm sure.


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


I would love to have seen Gortash's coronation, but I would have to have skipped the after feast - I'm on a strict diet.


Try to do better.


Sterlac... Senior Clerk in Counting House...


A powerful ally. Well-chosen, Shadowheart.


I am aware. I foolishly left it vulnerable to this rabble. There's work to be done.


*Layers of magic weave themselves tightly around your head. The tadpole squirms and contracts. It's trying to <i>hide</i>.*


*Chamber of Command.*


On your feet.


Clever. But this isn't over.


I will hunt from the shadows.


Derryth...


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Lucky I don't leave you to the gods.


Effort


The Underdark - a foolish place to hide contraband, even for a Zhent.


We were friends once, three of us working together to find a lost wonder. Until the others grew jealous, began to guard their secrets.


Means nothing to me.


Attack


They will learn how far they have to fall by falling, and by then it will be too late.


He's consumed by his pursuit of the Nightsong. I haven't learnt a thing and I fear it'll stay that way.


I will wait. But know this: I am watching. If the sickness does not pass come dawn...


Vlaakith's gift.


I know him better than anyone. Got the scars to prove it.


The Mistress of Disease loves us all - her fondest wish is to free us from the agonies we have created!


No. Stop this. Come with me, Karlach. Come to Avernus. <i>Live.</i>


So, the Blade of Frontiers is dead. Long live the Blade of Avernus.


Fine. Perhaps you can sell them for a couple of coins.


Sounds like someone's in trouble.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Thick as a glob of unguent.


(Don't be scared, I just have to <i>look</i> mean.)


Th-thank you!


What are they delayin' for? Can't we just swarm the forest?


That drow cowl might have bits of magic lingering inside it. Any thoughts, Gale?


*Your scalp buzzes as Nere's mind reaches out - not to you, but to the duergar elder.*


To rest beneath nature's canopy of stars - I can think of no finer way to pass the night.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 4


Special occasion. Wyrm's Rock is closed - invited guests only.


More of those bloody fish? Gods, it never ends...


Ah, 'scuse me, mister drow.


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


That's the end of the Emperor.


Do not resist. Surrender, and be remade.


A stab in the dark it is...


It's all right, I'll take care of you.


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


A bronze dragon, hand-in-claw with an elf. A powerful alliance - though not so powerful as ours, Boo.


I don't know the alloy. Perhaps it came from the surface.


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


Perhaps the tale of my first kill? A mason, kind and encouraging. Took me for an apprentice.


...if they don't already.


Yisk Gith'ka tavki krash'ht. I am no thrall, and this is no ghaik.


You won't be waiting long.


Initiative v1


AH! I was sure I had it that time.


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 3


*Here lies Largo Crivens the Younger, taken along with his family on the same grim night. May their deaths be avenged.


Step quietly; keep to the shadows. In a place like this, stealth is our friend.


Had to. Life didn't pull any punches. It was up to me to learn to take a hit - and deal one back.


I see. You're a <i>dishonest </i>vampire, and that's far worse.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Just because we do not like the alternative, does not mean we are not free to choose our course.


In my years as the Blade, I've witnessed countless cruelties, faced unimaginable evil.


The hatchlings live to serve Vlaakith, or they do not live at all.


I've got my eye on that rogue. For a few reasons.


The disc is moving. Lady Shar has granted passage to the next step of her Gauntlet.


More of those wretched things.


Now Arabella is being judged by a bunch of druids who hate us. That's not right.


We've crossed paths over the years. Two hands trying to steer the city - just not <i>always</i> in the same direction.


Free. Now to catch the djinn and beat the blue from his hide.


Hah! Catch me if you can, petal!


My body is ready.


I must confide in you.


Inveniam viam!


A very <i>specific </i>question, one that speaks of a more <i>personal</i> motivation for asking.


Your Father loves you best. You have already made us so proud.


So, I see Lae'zel's marked you as her territory.


...Um, hey, would you like to see something fun?


Not I, but our guests. Let's indulge their curiosity.


OWLBEAR-STRIKE!


To be heard...


Come on. Up.


A fake! See, Boo? You can still taste the paint.


I am Ptaris. And I am good.


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


An ally from <i>Crèche K'liir </i>- few know such fortune. You will call me Lae'zel.


<i>Pathetic.</i>


*Happiness, excitement, and the promise of a good feeding swell within you, eradicating all doubt.*


*And for a moment, you share in a vision tinged with his awe: imaginings of the Astral Sea, an immense horde of wild space hamsters, drifting in the endless expanse.*


Top floor's all yours. If it gets a bit too noisy at night, well, don't sleep above a pub.


Don't mind if I do.


Enough enough ENOUGH! The runt must be culled.


I'm afraid it's warm, but needs must.


My eyes!


The ogre must have moved on to new deals.


I'm sure there's a buyer out there who'll believe this rubbish is magic.


Who... who did this?


Invoco te<br>v3


I said a peek behind the city's mask, Astarion - not a look up its skirts.


'Scuse me, True Soul - gotta concentrate on the meat.


What misguided thinking would compel someone to have a portrait of Gortash in their home?


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


Myrkul, Bane, Bhaal, and now Shar? Are there any gods who do not want the Prism?


Voco flagella!<br>v3


Did you expect anything else? This is how your gods project power.


I'm sure she is. If you can trust her not to bite your head off once you've done the deed.


It is unwise to irritate someone who can <i>command the Weave.</i>


When you wake, it will be back at our camp, back in our small, dirty, bloody patch of existence. But stay with me now. There are endless worlds out there. Countless ways to declare love. Infinite ways to express it. Too much for one night...


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


Weak


At once.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 2


We are exposed. With Isobel gone, each of us must rely on the others.


Attack Critical<br>


Why would I ever leave?


Another survivor.


Thought I sensed an infernal around here. But you aren't from Elturel. What's your story?


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Unfortunate scribes. They never stood a chance in the fight, did they?


If the gods have any sense of justice, we won't meet again.


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


Piss off.


Karlach... I know I say this every day, but I'm so glad you're here.


We are paladins of Tyr, Lord of Justice. He sent us after an infernal being, straight out of the Nine Hells, hiding in the form of a one-horned tiefling.


Ah. That... does not sound encouraging.


Prisoners? We can't just leave them to suffer.


Pallida mors!<br>v3


And look at that statue.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Ira!


I don't have your ugly locket. I've never even seen it before!


Anything for a True Soul. Put in a good word for me at Moonrise, eh?


What? No!


*Your mind twists. You're looking out of unfamiliar eyes, prowling dark, busy streets.*


*The door stays silent.*


Recovered


We'll try and find someone who can help your ma and da and then we'll get you something to eat, all right?


Let's get your head fixed once and for all.


Though I will admit, it's <i>fascinating</i> that you're still able to lie at this stage of infection.


Did you listen at all? <i>Bottom right.</i>


Nice view.


- until something... pops... out -


I'm sorry, I'm a good Gondian. I'm sorry!


I have no idea how long it takes, but I'd rather have a cure sooner than later.


All services suspended until the current threat in Ramazith's Tower is neutralised. Have a magical day!


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


<i>Behold, </i>the fool of fools.


It's too late. He's gone.


Musn't stop. Musn't look.


Nothing waits down there but our own deaths. Put it out of your mind.


People up ahead. Something's wrong...


*Belch.*


Take Shadowheart, for example. She strikes me as having a heavy, enigmatic flavour - vintage port on two legs.


You can do this, Gale. Standing up to a goddess is... daunting, but you'll be glad once it's over.


Hurt Critical


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


You must take me for a fool. I ain't going against Gortash for the likes of you. No way.


Karsus.


Agilius!


Damn thing could blot out the sun.


You're a little late, master bandit.


I can't believe Mystra actually expects Gale to just sacrifice himself like that. Seems like a waste of a fine mind.


Hello, sweetness.


No ordinary mirror. It does not reflect, but consumes. How many have fallen prey to its darkness?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Bet you'd trade your friends for a trinket or two, gold-eater!<br>


Now <i>this </i>will hurt.<br>


Might fit that chest.


A tidy slot, but no rune.


That, I cannot allow. For <i>either </i>of us.


Unwelcoming vermin aside, we need to explore this place.


You... you sacrificed your own father? I hope freedom from the pact was worth it.


<i>Phew. I gotta admit. That's pretty nice.</i>


Inficio!


Back to Raphael. <i>Now.</i>


Mortarch, any luck with the carpenter?


But if something happens to these people, it's on us. I hope you know that.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!


No, you always had a gift for words.


So the githyanki aren't fond of the cultists. Could be a good thing.


You've no idea the kindness you've done me. What a relief!


Out of the way then.


((*the dead make a fine host for my growing children*))


Then you are truly <i>ghaik</i>, from skull to talon.


You could feed an army with an egg that size... if you found an intact one.


Yeah, sure.


Whatever you choose to do, you can count on my support.


Look at you - resting without a care, as if you hadn't just <i>defiled  </i>the Oak Father's most sacred ground.


Cleric seems to know what she's about.


It is an old custom, not well-observed. In truth I thought it born of caution, after some catastrophe wrought by wizardly men-folk of old.


Zhentarim won't make the thieving work any easier - wait 'til you see the commission they take.


Away, I tell you!


Effort v11


AH! Nearly had it!


I had a plan to put a stop to them. But the way things are now, if we stick our heads above ground, the Watchers are on us like flies on shit.


Shar cloaks me.


Be true to yourself, Master.


*You take comfort in your promise. You cannot raise the dead - but you can aid the living.*


Something's roused them. Something significant.


Damn.


Surge!


A cadaver with the brain removed. Is this how they puppet the Steel Watch?


... probably wanted to kill me and loot my corpse. Don't come any closer.


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


In truth? Conflicted. We may have put a stop to the Absolute and rid ourselves of the tadpoles... but too much of my own concerns went untended as a result.


The choice is made, and fate is written.


And you don't after all they've been through? And with the army of the Absolute at their backs?


The Nightsong will be headed for Moonrise Towers. We'd better get there, and see what she's unleashed against Ketheric Thorm.


I invite you: heap more sins upon your head. My retribution will be all the sweeter for them.


Mend all that is broken.


Para bellum!<br>v3


Another trick up my sleeve.


Our wizard friend Dhourn was looking for this forge too. A popular spot.


You and all.


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


That's rich, coming from you. Or rather, it isn't.


Lost your footing, have you?


Then I have misunderstood you, and myself.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


Perhaps you'd care for a little extra company...


Maledicte es!<br>v2


The eye sockets of our graven god's icon are all polished up, ready to glow menacingly as you bludgeon your sister to death.


*You don't recognise the creatures - but this voice seems to have a hold over them.*


Are you bloody <i>mad</i>? We nearly -


These flowers - what is this feeling?


Loss is a gift. Do you still not understand? Clearly freedom has eroded my teachings.


Hush! I am surprising Boo for his birthday! He is... uh... eh... how old do hamsters get...?


Argh! I feel... lighter, somehow. Like something's been taken.


Take my hand.<br>


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


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


Effort v8


Maledicte es!<br>v3


Barbarian Idle Roars


Impero tibi!


A charming sight, to be sure. But the prettiest web still has a spider sitting at its centre.


VO_SFX : Downed v4


A history told by Balduran himself, stretching a thousand years back. It is no fable - it is plain truth.


A ritual circle. Seems to be infernal in nature.


You really don't want to face that brain, do you? Scared? Don't be. I've got you.


Maybe you can set your sights on a dukedom next, eh?


I'll leave you to guess which piece I plan to start with. Now -


You think I would die so easily? You think Thrumbo would <i>live</i>? Fool.


Does it have a sad squeak now? Is that even possible?


Concealed buttons... Lorgan opened for me...


Origin Extra: Dying


... tieflin's... don't fight... fair...


Well, I suppose a spot of conversation never goes amiss. Here's your reward.


Broken. Need to find another way.


What a saga. We were hired by the wizard - looking for some forge.


Shh - you have to <i>listen </i>to the story.


That was <i>revolting</i>.


Refuse me, and you'll soon know for sure.


Wait... you're that drow I saw on the ship. You survived, then.


This looks just like the key in the flophouse. Curious.


I always wondered what githyanki eat.


No. We've suffered enough losses.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


I trust Lord Gortash to protect the city, but unless he can secure the trade routes, the Absolute's armies can suffocate us.


Omnia mutantur!


My eyes!


The road to Baldur's Gate is west of the town. If we hurry, we'll arrive before the Absolute's forces.


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


((*the drow lurks in the ruins beyond the lake. bring him death, and return*))


You're worth more respect than every last rogue in this city. I hope you know that.


Should get started.


Pay attention.


We can only hope he indeed proves to be an ally...


Load o' trollop. Jus' don't trust us to do what we do best - killin' things.


*If you are fortunate, no soul will be able to know you were behind this murder.*


Gustas dulcis!


Maybe not.


I'm glad. To know you enjoy my company is, well, it's rather wonderful actually. I'd be loathe to waste the time of someone who's become rather important to me.


Come on!


Pray to your Absolute, bastard. You'll meet Her before you <i>touch</i> that boat.


Corpses - arranged with some intent.


Fuck yes, soldier. I'm burning hard and fast - and ready to fight a big old brain.


Lord Gortash is such an impressive figure of a man - I can see why he's in charge...


A summon? Curse this wretched head, why did I not think of that? Such ingenuity should be rewarded. Here - good tidings upon you!


'Perfect'.


Don't let him suck you in. He paints a pretty picture, then rips it to shreds right in front of your nose.


I have an itch in the worst place.


Let me see your wounds.


*The servant remains silent.*


I hear shouting. Someone needs help.


Necromancy. Better a wizard knock the brains from his skull, than fill it with filth such as this.


Illusory bricks. That can mean only one thing - a hidden stash.


Come - we shouldn't linger here.


You did it... He's gone... He's really gone...


Hah! I wondered if it would take you long to spot.


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


But something's wrong. Dreadfully wrong.


Fiat lux!


You can count on me, little rabbit. And your squiddy friend. I thirst for the hunt.


Nothing is wrong, Overseer. I - I have everything under control.


If only you had said something, Kagha. I would have helped you.


((*vile beast. cleanse the Rot*))


Pass it!


Look at this place. From a symbol of the city's power and grandeur to a brain-infested husk.


I <i>have</i> lost a kid. And I gave him the best send-off I could.


This place is quite something. I just hope it doesn't spring a leak.


Strike hard. Strike fast.


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


Hostium munera!<br>v2


My... pack... everything... I needed... to find him...


Hail, my boy.


So, it's a quest to free your parents, is it?


Softer than a whisper.


*A bust of Ketheric Thorm as he once was, a devotee of Selûne, just like his daughter, Isobel.*


That looks painful.


Then thou must return with the proper payment.


What a strange looking doll.


Fiat lux!<br>v2


Why don't we talk about something else? Did you try that rye bread recipe I gave you?


I already told you - he was at the temple ruins with us. But it ain't like we forced him to go along.


More of the same.


Nothing more to be done here.


<i>Ah, fuck that. Fire's really going for broke, though.</i>


Effort v4


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v2


That did the trick. Who needs a code when you have an imagination?


Together we shall transcend.


Come <i>on.</i>


Only an illithid can dominate the brain. It's time to use the parasite the Emperor gave us!


I'm his apprentice. In addition to attending to the shop, I'll one day enter his tutelage.


This looks like the other disc of Orpheus.


So that creature is the source of the Absolute... You must be more careful. Its telepathic force was greater than anything I've ever encountered.


Sworn to Orin the Red, yes. We've... already had the pleasure. Go on.


We could've taken 'em. But hey, what do I know?


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


Hells. Beautiful mer-folk, these are not.


And more. Illy horny for many things.


Let's focus on surviving first.


Over there - a shrine to Selûne. By Moonmaiden's grace.


*Salty air, the patter of feet: Baldur's Gate lies beyond.*


Doesn't matter if a Duke comes from decadence or dirt, as long as they have the city's interests at heart.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v3


Armed scribes - but no sign of a struggle.


I can't quite believe you've been a pick-up artist all these years, Astarion.


Hard to think he's forever lost to us.


Hm.


Damn knots...


Good call. Looks like that's going to bruise.


Oliver. Nobody is making you leave - this is your <i>home</i>. But it is dark, empty... lonely. I don't want you to be alone. I want you to be with Thaniel.


Nothing quite like standing on Zhentish necks to improve a man's mood.<br>


A traitor - I should have <i>known</i>.


I am not sure, yet. To find the answers, we must first find the source.


Devilkin. Am I in the Hells?


Tiefling. The time has come. Are you ready?


All great loves end - all the more important that we use the time we have!


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


I saw you pressing a bunch of flowers the other day in a book.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


An unforgivable loss. He'd have made a fine ally.


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.


Tell them to stop cutting him - we need him alive.


(Nautiloids, Robyn?!)


Mission accomplished, I guess.


That was on purpose!


Dragons is fat and they fly fine.


We should return to the Archive, and see what that devil has locked away.<br>


Why must the truth be so bitter, young one? Soon, your skin will go grey, and your blood will run silver. You will shed your skin to become <i>ghaik.</i>


As a child, I thought a crèche an impenetrable fortress. I see now they are like everything else - breakable.


What a mess.


That is indeed the one who purged my home of a terrible evil - my father, Ketheric.


You ain't going nowhere!


Great idea. Do you remember which way we came?


SmileOpen<br>var 5


I showed loyalty, so I got to walk away. As a - whatsit - a <i>cautionary</i> tale.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 3


Ketheric is working from the same principle. He raises his army in shadow so none may know the extent of his power until it is too late to resist.


The broadsheets are going to be <i>insufferable</i> about this, you mark my words.


That githyanki officer didn't come here merely to fill our ears with idle gossip. Who resides within the artefact, I wonder?


Back to the anus that spat you out.


My wife. She was outside when the goblins came.


Odd. Vampire spawn should not be able to shed corporeal form like that.


The sound of the chains breaking will echo across the planes - Raphael will fly home furious when he hears it.


No, no, no. It has only helped to push you toward your own destruction. It wants you to be an illithid, the very thing you have sought to avoid.


<i>There will be... physical alterations, of course. But only partial. You will retain most of your current form. </i>


Lies... she hunts me... won't let me go...


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Timmasks - known to cause confusion. Best not get too close.


Their wrongheaded resolve allowed me to shape you - their daughter. Time to remember.


Hag's curse, I guess.


No bleeding out on my watch.


Tell me, Lae'zel, what is it like on the Astral Plane? Your home realm intrigues me.


Yours is a crude and clumsy violence, sibling. You'll hack a jagged path through this city to reach me.


Got to make that rent money back or Gladiss will <i>kill </i>me.


...game... playing?


Good, because next time there will be consequences.


Te video!


The Absolute's armies are on the march - and Baldur's Gate is their target.


Recovered <br>V4


Fronti nulla fides!


No way to open it from here.


You're doing great. And everyone will be / so proud of you.


A wise choice. These parasites are a threat to be destroyed, not an opportunity to be exploited.


They're gonna regret this bloody daylight robbery - mark my words!


But I appreciate the thought.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


My associates will do worse to me than you ever could.


UnderstandAh<br>var 2


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


Some of us fought back - or tried to. But it was hopeless.


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


Stand by me if you need to keep warm in this awful place.


To think a man lay buried beneath death's soil - it is an abomination of His will. You did well to free him.


Hmm... what's that?


Where did the djinni find this crap?


That ritual. A common growth spell, but... <i>altered</i>, somehow.


Buff


Clag-bottomed coward!


Unseen, until it is too late.


We saw her memories of how you spoke with her. And lay with her.


<i>I never thought I'd be thankful for such darkness as this.</i>


Never trust an ancient and mysterious curse to do what you could do with your own mind. Or a knife.


<i>Their concerns are so trifling, are they not?</i>


Aridissimus!


As a child, I thought a crèche an impenetrable fortress. I see now they are like everything else - breakable.


Time to die.


HEY! You're not supposed to know that! Eat dirt.


I expected to be greeted as a hero - but the wretches imprisoned me, and tried to tear my mind apart.


Astarion - you tried to <i>bite</i> me.


For what it's worth, you made the right choice. If we don't accomplish <i>our</i> goals, none of this matters. Not their fate, not anyone's.


These show tunnels underneath the Open Hand Temple. And the priest's name, too - ominous.


Everybody needs a rest from time to time, even seasoned adventurers like yourself.


I'm not going anywhere. Not until Cal and Lia return - and they <i>will </i>return.


Blasted fog is everywhere.


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


She should've come with me. I shouldn't have left her.


Vae victis!<br>v2


Ad lapidem!


Aha! That did it.


So, we've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire?


Rah. Hrrhn. You mate well. Mate like will die soon.


I offer you <i>cleansing. </i>You'd cast it aside for this <i>shka'keth</i>?


Let's go.


Ocior!


The elf is sailing away, leaving a dragon looking over Baldur's Gate. Do the histories make mention of it?


<i>It's gaining strength - or perhaps... anger.</i>


But before you run and hide, there are a few more lives you could easily save.


Of course, we've been waiting. Speak to me when you're ready to depart.


Now swing that big, beautiful Hammer, crack open my chains, and let's get out of here.


Is it me? Am I ticking?


Stay out of my head!


I don't think you want to travel this road, my friend.


Vlaakith never had a better disciple.


*A ring, coursing with magic. The netherese orb within you shudders, longing to consume, to devour... It must be satisfied.*


Do not be a liability, please!


The... General... Absolute's... Chosen...


That's that, then. Is this some new art trend I've not been made aware of?


Can't leave you stuck.<br>


Dialino!


Instead we're just <i>sitting</i> here - practically begging to be attacked. Staying is a mistake.


Back to worrying about road rations it is. So many mouths to feed, but...


Don't howl at me, Wolf.


For the Absolute!


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Free? Free?! FREE!


Here's your fee. Our little secret, all right?


Forget it. The milk's already spilled.


Demento te!


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


Same language on that door as on this ring. Hmm.


*The mummy does not speak. But you sense contentment in its silence.*


I absolutely, definitely will think about it.


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


A sussur tree. Spells will be unreliable.


If so, they might have returned to the grove.


All I can say is - whatever choice you make, if it leads us to taking the Crown it will be worth it. And I will ensure you are well taken care of.


Right. We will. Bry will know where to look.


You killed the best of Baldur's Gate. May the Hells make you suffer.


By all means, go and live however you wish. As long as we don't get in each other's way, I'm sure all will be well.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


A leg clad in colourful scraps. Oh, Dribbles...<br>


My great grandfather built the Fist and forged its first blades.


Not now. Please.


The Nightsong is dead. Permanently.


We should check it out - but be careful.


The writing's on the wall... along with a fair bit of blood, I suspect. You'll get no trouble from me.


Moan v4


Quickly!


So before you were Blade of the Frontiers, you were Pointy Stick of the Park? How did the imaginary monsters compare with the real thing?


Voco spicae!<br>v2


It will be done. I will never be free while my people are still bound by Vlaakith's chains.


Sounds like they've captured themselves a bard...


Dolor!


More for me.


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


I see you're hanging on to it there.


There is only one thing in this world that I desire. You do not have it, and you never will.


<i>Words of mine will turn to ash... </i>


Not again.


GruntDisgust<br>var 1


You should look for me once we're in city. The name 'Wulbren Bongle' will be mentioned among many, I've little doubt.


Something's always catching us.


<i>I need you - now!</i>


You lyin' little -


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


True! Then let's say you... brought me to my knees.


Ah. You're the one working with the Harper.


Quod dico face!<br>v3


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Depends. How often are you going to ask that?


You're on the right track. It's in Moonrise Towers. But I don't know where exactly.


It's beautiful...


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


Well, I won't be knocking a potion back any time soon - I can tell you that.


I am keen to sever Nere's head. A shame we must do the favour of freeing him first.


*You're used to this kind of stare. Perhaps she's never seen a githyanki before.*


Organs? Man, it's always something.


I wonder where they were going.


I shall aid you.


Sisters.


Well, I found her. I wonder how the amulet will take the news.


The pod has already done its worst.


<i>An especially strong quake. </i>


Shout


Talk later - we need to see this through first.


I am forever marked by Vlaakith. The Undying Queen's knights will chase me across Faerûn 'til I draw my final breath.


Diminuo te!<br>v2


A properly cut throat does not kill right away. It <i>bleeds </i>the victim.


*The rat has a thick coat and dark, staring eyes. Old, but in good health.*


What do you think, silly? Love of course! Hot and vulgar with me, or sweet and sincere with my sister.


Mushrooms... disappear... guessed wrong...


That's putting it mildly.


Myrmidons - <i>imperatum</i>!


<i>If One comes braggin' about what she's found, at least I got somethin' to show her.</i>


Shadow Druids? There's more to Kagha than meets the eye.


Enough already.


Whoa - easy does it. You really, <i>really</i> don't want to do that. Not a threat, just an observation.


Well, all my memories, actually.


And I will peel it from your skull should you interfere again.


Well - whatever you're into.


Speak! Have you killed our queen's enemy?


Someone with a bum eye's missing their patch.


'The Lord of Murder shall perish...'


It means you have a choice.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


This 'Halsin' was taking notes on our wriggling friends.


You're being a real thorn in my side.


*Melodia Thorm, loving mother, beloved wife. Her light will never be forgotten.*


Para bellum!


Atta boy.


Lady Shar. She came to me as I prayed. She told me what needs to be done.


I should strike you down where you stand.


And you took that to mean... this? With the robes? <i>Shite-for-brains.</i>


Th - thank you! I was getting hungry. Mum made a big stew before she left - she's the best cook <i>ever</i> - but I ate it all.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Invoco te<br>v2


All right, all right, keep that mad dog stare to yourself.


Must be tired from all that running around.


Inficio!


Don't you get it? Nere fell - and I'm the one standing.


*Against all odds, you defeated a Netherbrain, and saved Baldur's Gate from ruin.*


*His unseeing eyes are a testament to the lawful life he lived, and what it cost him. Make a sacrifice out of your own pocket, and you may yet be blessed.*


AgreeClosed<br>var 1


I'll strike you down.


Out, foul deformity!


Hells. You look like you've seen a ghost.


You louse, you mite!


There's a fault in that wall. With enough force, we could get through.


Time is not on our side. We need a course of action - now.


Have you come beg-begging, sniffing for our stones? Gortash won't like that. A throat his black hand can't choke the spit from.


These Selûnite words do nothing.


Trickster! Agh!


He never did face his master. But with his love beside him, new courage hath he found.


Don't laugh... but I'm not quite sure I have anything to share.


Transforming... glimmering...


A spell, clearly. I can't say I'm familiar with it.


Shout


Prying eyes. I didn't need those druids in my business.


You have had my sister, now let my cock bring you the deliverance of the astral plane!


An over-confident appraisal. I'll show them the flaws in their design.


We should check it out - but be careful.


Time!


What, will they not heed their <i>jhe'stil?</i>


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Chk. One corpse is a trophy. This? This is a madness.


*Your deception fails. You sense the mirror would snatch something true from you, but you have nothing it desires.*


<i>So easily persuaded, so quick to turn... </i>


Very well. Perhaps Inquisitor W'wargaz could use the aid of an adventurer.


...your tongue, Spoon... cut out...


*And from within, a winged figure steps forward, graceful and terrible. She places her hand on your cheek.*


Living without sunlight isn't so bad, Astarion. Where I came from, we would often work exclusively under cover of darkness.


Now that's not good.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed<br>


When the moment of transformation comes, you will be the one <i>ghaik </i>I salute instead of slaughter.


Lady Shar's right hand. She travelled for a while with her illithid love before returning to the Cloister.


I was just wondering when you'd invite me back for a bite.


It's no use. Can't reach him like this.


A salty breeze.


Let's go.


Feels like my skull is going to split.


Ugh. <i>Fine.</i>


Shouldn't be too hard.


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 4


Mirror mushrooms. Step on the wrong one - and plummet to your death.


If you insist on prying, perhaps you'd care to join us and see how much we enjoy one another?


Enter freely and of your own will.


I can live with that. Besides, I enjoy winning hard cases over.


What, Lord Gortash is dead, and all you've got to do is stand around and stare? Looks suspicious, I think.


From what little I've learned of goblins, they won't resist an invitation like that.


Well, watch it - we worked hard for that beer!


Looks like we're in Elturgard. East of the city of Baldur's Gate.


If they'd just lined up and - and taken their fair shares, we'd have plenty for everyone!


Let's use this.


There's something out there - I can <i>feel</i> it.


Might be other survivors.


We should pay a visit to Sorcerous Sundries. Their book collection is the envy of the Sword Coast - I'm certain the truth lurks somewhere on their shelves.


Should have watched your footing.


Another disc etched with <i>tir'su</i>. Lae'zel might make something of this.


Out of sight, out of mind.


Monster. Death is too good for it.


Victory v4


Dead goblins, dead travellers.


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


What's happening? Where am I?


But I still might earn my beloved queen's favour.


Are any of my crew still alive out there?


I don't care. I want out of this damn cave.


This... isn't meant for my sort of stomach. Bluh.


I'm all for killing her, but let's get that power first, hmm?


That song...


Huh? What do you want? I'm <i>tryin'</i> to concentrate on readin'!


*She looks to the closed door, drooling.*


Mmhm!


*Here lies Immolata Cohl<br>The music of the moon played on her heartstrings*


What path lies before me?


Exercise caution. I do not want to end up in these cells again.


You are either a fool for trusting him - or a wretch for conspiring with him. It doesn't matter which.


Reflecting on what tomorrow might bring, when we find the druid.


<i>Ab spiritu humoque, aculeus vitisque.</i>


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


An aasimar... you found it?! Where is it?


I suppose you're right.


Urgh - why did you <i>wake </i>me? Bloody hells - I was up half the night grooming Buddy for the show. Blighter bit me.


...I am sorry, Karlach. Truly I am. But come - it is not a decision you must make this moment.


I'm really not that kind of man.


What manner of misfit curates a collection like this?


We've found Orin's home base. And a house of horrors it is.


<i>What?</i>


We should have minions for such tasks.<br>


*Beloved Agnes Shveitz. Her smile shined like a thousand suns.*


Ale me!


Time for a little death?


SmileOpen<br>var 1


Still breathing, despite everything.


It is unwise to irritate someone who can <i>command the Weave.</i>


Either way, these corpses prove one thing: this is the city Halsin mentioned.


Should you grow tired of your responsibilities, do bring the egg to me. I'll gladly take it off your hands.


Secreti umbrarum!


<i>Oh. </i>By the Three, can you not stow your smutty thoughts for a <i>moment? </i>There is more to life than the sound of slapping skin.


NO NO NO NO NO. It's my turn.


May they find peace in the great silence.


Sorry, I don't mean to sound ungrateful, I'm just exhausted. Why don't we talk about it in the morning?


That bastard boy will suffer for this. He is mine.


Of all the places you've dragged me, this might just be the most foul.


Nulla salus!


No, you're right. Those monsters could've taken it.


-i--impossible---
          -------PAIN---
--FEAR--      -TERROR--


Since you'd deny me the entertainment, you'll make me a promise instead.


The times are grim, I know, but I tell you what, grim times are the best times to invest in real estate.


<i>While taverns like the Elfsong sit in safe streets - this is not true of the Mermaid.</i>


Maybe for plebs.


*The foul stench of slaughter turns suddenly sweet through the rat's nose.*


She let me run. She likes the sport of it... told me I could earn back what she cut off. My trophy, she said, if I could outpace her...


You're good at staying in character, I'll give you that.


Hush, Cousin. Of course you're my favourite. But I made the others from your mass - so <i>they </i>are my favourite too.


Vae victis!


Well whoever he is, he doesn't seem very keen on talking.


We need to tell the captain about this - he's old friends with Grisly.


*The console glows as you approach, the mind still desperately yearning for connection.*


Just a bit of harmless workplace gossip. We all do it.


I lived for the red of blood and the black of death. Now I see the colours between.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


<i>Sorry. Sorry sorry sorry! Please. Don't tell your master I doubted you.</i>


Still hidden.


You have said as much to me before, only to change your mind. I told you your heart is your own, but I do not wish for mine to be toyed with. Are you certain?


A ritual circle, chalked in the manner of the hells. What infernal purpose did it serve?


And... people actually pay for this, aye?


ASTARION! FISH! ASTARION!


I do not <i>peddle</i>. I put weapons in worthy hands.


Steel Watcher - on guard!


The ogres are dead. It's a mercy I didn't summon their shambling corpses.


VO_SFX : Spit


Effort v8


...Bex is alive? Oh, thank the gods. Thank you.


Hmph - the famous Blade of Frontiers, in the flesh. Clever, this hero act you've got going.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Someone stole the damn amulet off me again. Don't want to talk about it.


Barbarian Roar<br>v4


Interviews, politics, gossip - all of it gets in that bloody Baldur's Mouth rag.


Away with the pain.


My head's pounding like a war drum.


A fine camp you have here. Certainly an improvement on that filthy cage the goblins had me in.


Diminuo te!<br>v3


Act now, and we take out the brain and every footsoldier in the Absolute's army. All their hatred, their bile, their violence - erased. It would finally be over.


*And then it dawns on you: if you're free to walk in daylight, can you be free of Cazador too?*


<i>Ungh... yeah! I've got this... I've got this!</i>


But I really do want to help you.


Sine metu!


They fought well, right to the end. May they find the peace denied to them in life.


Voco potentia!<br>v3


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


Maledicte es!


Ignis!


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


So much blood - and the <i>smell</i>.


Need any advantage I can get.


Ubi es?<br>v3


I don't know who was the bigger fool - you or Toobin! We <i>never </i>should have fought back.


No more sulking. I know what to do. And I can only do it with the help of the Blade.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


Bloody clever clogs.


Another illusion - is anything real down here?


Macte virtute!<br>v3


<i>The moment I found it, I felt a change. My free will returning. I followed the feeling inside -</i>


*Your scholarship of Religion tells you no more.*


I was speaking figuratively.


Come, Voss - I need you!


Myconids. That explains the voices.


I just wanted a drink...


You know I could just grow it myself. Even a lowly apprentice can manage that much.


A madness you've cured, thank the Undying Queen.


You saw how they treated us in Elturel. You should be helping us!


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


Newsflash, dipshit - you're interrupting me. Make like a page and turn.


Voco nubes!<br>v2


A strange coin. I wonder what it's worth.


Without a cure for your infection, your days are numbered too, yet you selflessly offer to spend them fighting alongside us. I like you.


Though thou didst perish in that moment, thy soul lingers yet. Thou left many threads unstitched, and the gods do long to weave of them a fate.


Defiant little fellow. Seems oddly... purposeful.


All is ash and meat!


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


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


What's he going to do?


When a <i>ghaik</i> goes free, it will always exact a price. So it always was, so it always will be.


But that's no reason to gut the rest of the broadsheet.


Hello again. Looking for <i>something different</i>? You've come to the right merchant!


I call upon you, gracious patron, to rid me of this worm.


Non movere!<br>v3


Do you see what I'm doing? I'm looking the other way here.


See anything you like, let's talk price! See anything of yours - no, you didn't.


I wanna hear a new song.


No point in lingering here.


Moonrise? There's a lot resting on what we find in that place. It had better deliver.


I can be close to you now. Without fear. Without thinking too hard. We can just... be.


*You feel crushing waves of fear as a presence within the door recoils. It can't let people through. Not again!*


Oi, ugly!


An exile from Lolth, much like myself. There is no love for her in the Underdark.


Hells. Gortash isn't pulling his punches.


Run Peace<br>v3


Must be some other way to open this.


Seems like nature's provided a shortcut.


Aresce!


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


The pupils hang on his every move. Don't understimate them.


We can only hope he indeed proves to be an ally...


*The monk himself holds your answer. Tasha's Hideous Laughter is a powerful skill - but earning it may come at the cost of wisdom.*


Is this... a dog collar? There are runes all over it.


I've the plans and the sussur bark. Now I just need a forge.


I won't keep you waiting.


Something's wrong here. Devilish magic of some kind.<br>


The <i>zaith'isk</i> is our last means of defence. It is used for the removal of illithid tadpoles.


*Whatever the Crown's potential, for now it is impossible to detach from its wearer. So long as the elder brain lives, Karsus' Crown will never be yours.*


What is this place? Makes the Underdark look like a sunlit meadow... I'm not sure I want to step in there.


I've never seen this language before. Who was worshipped here?


A gruesome sight. A necromantic ritual, perhaps?


So are all great loves. But if Severn finds it easier to wrap his heart in swaddling... well. I do not wish to cause him pain.


Let me down, and I'll show you true might!


Look at these people. These poor people.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


No<i>. No. </i>Kitties good. Sing One song. Take other. Away!


Yes?


A brine pool. Empty, thankfully.


A military fortress, perhaps. An odd sight in these dim caverns.


*A straggling memory rises: The day your tyranny should have engulfed this world, it was you who were the first to be enslaved.*


Still, you're not the only person in the world that can read Infernal. I'll do this on my own. As I always do.


No. NO! <i>CHOP</i> FIX.


Silentium!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Please grant me your blessing - I'm leaving you a nice fat purse I swiped and my favourite belt buckle. Thanks. I mean thank <i>you</i>.


Thanks to you, the skies above Tu'narath shall tremble with psalms!


<i>At ooonce.</i>


These tracks... goblins?


Madness. You flood me with this... this heresy.


And I you.


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


The Nightsinger will clothe us in black satin, and lead us to paradise within the extinguished sun.


Stop it! All of you!


Collars, caked with dried blood. 'Rascal'. 'Jagoda'. Were these for pets, or for people?


This crossbow is too well designed to be made by duergar.


It must have been some task to stuff this thing, never mind kill it.


Curious. I thought even the lowest of creatures had at least a shred of dignity. You prove me wrong.


SurpriseOh<br>var 2


Enough chatter. Your friend gave me three soul coins. Said I could sell 'em if I wanted, but if I kept 'em for you, she'd consider it a favour owed.


Perhaps it's some artist trying to make a statement.<br>


Damn thief. Just leave me be.


*Private Estate of the Honourable Jannath Family.*


Few outsiders are allowed in here - be respectful and do<i> not </i>interfere.


I have already been blessed to stand in Her presence. It was bliss.


Ugh. I'm that easy to manipulate, am I?


Hee! Please do get a hold of thineself.


This is a bad idea.


Loviatar - a goddess who thrives on pain. This book must be for her followers.


I'm familiar. An arms dealer and a slaver. Worshipper of Bane, the god of tyranny. It sounds as though you've faced his tyranny yourself.


*Your efforts must be inadequate. You must do more to please Shar, going forward.*


That's because <i>you keep interrupting me</i>!


Bah - stop wasting my time.


Curious. Looks like someone made a little den for themselves here.


Piss off.


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


I did. <i>We </i>did.


Oh, lemme try the fancy whip thing after!


Minsc has felt Boo's heart is fluttering faster than usual... for our friend the Blade is bethrothed.


Gods above, what is taking so long?


We have to find it first. I doubt he's just left it lying around.


Make way!<br>


Work to be done.


Dead. All the gold in the world can't keep your heart beating.


I will have power like no other - I will be reborn.


Dead, finally. Now to reach the helm.


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


Found and taken.


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


What would you like - a pat on the backside?


*'But Gith had nurtured a son. Orpheus, Prince of the Comet, the True Heir! He knew Vlaakith's treachery.'*


Attack


Ugh. Is that Gortash?


*You see a clawed hand open a holding pod. Darkness clears to reveal a face: <i>yours</i>.*


I'm sure she has nothing pertinent to share whatsoever.


Kozakuran? I've seen this around somewhere, but we were always forbidden from studying it.


'If your right hand commits injustice, remove it with your left.' If you were <i>truly </i>just, you would not have let yourself be used in such a fashion.


Impostor.


A gruesome sight. A necromantic ritual, perhaps?


You used to take such <i>pleasure </i>in massacring the vulnerable.


K'ha'ssji'trach'ash. The blighter is called K'ha'ssji'trach'ash.


Hook horrors! Classification: monstrosity. Social behaviour: kills on sight.


Bene curatur!


<i>You can make only one move at a time. But the Netherbrain calculates every possible move at once. </i>


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


Effort v2


Maybe if I squint?


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v3


We've both got a brain-worm. I know you can see into my mind, see the truth. I'm home now - out of the Hells. I just want to live.


Oh, look, she thinks she has free will. How darling.


*You and Shadowheart have forged a strong bond. Surely she will understand...*


The Absolute will protect me - you don't stand a chance.


Piles of bodies - very old, by the looks of them.


The Nightsong is dead. Permanently.


Deep gnome slave - they all look the same, but this one's got fancy boots.


I gave you this command because I saw something in you. Your efficiency - ruthlessness - your killer's instinct. I treasured them all.


*You recognise the language of the Gur people, sprinkled with words from ancient Rashemi tongues, but you cannot follow what's being said.*


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


An excellent suggestion - but your party's full up.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


<i>Has </i>he? How unfortunate.


Go on, toy soldier. Run me through!


Mors animae!<br>v2


We are paladins of Tyr, Lord of Justice. He sent us after an infernal being, straight out of the Nine Hells, hiding in the form of a one-horned tiefling - Karlach.


You certainly will.


The reference to a 'hot hammer' is rather puzzling though. Whoever wrote these papers must have been rather delirious.


*It seems you've pushed your luck too far. Time to defend yourself.*


Shadowheart, good to see you again.


These shadows were drawn from another source, created by another goddess: Shar.


Ferio!


Oh, no. No. No. NO.


We have deceived Dame Aylin, and sent her to a trap... is this how we treat friends and allies?


My guess is it's them squatters. Spotted a bunch of misfits sneaking into one of them boarded up houses. <i>Animals.</i>


Vos curo!<br>v2


Intactilis sum!


I need a quick word.


How are things? <i>How are things?</i>


I'll fix that. Real quick and quiet.


Too bad this one wasn't wrecked in the crash.


Orpheus' freedom <i>is </i>my want and my need. To deny his freedom would be to deny my own.


A foot, smeared with paint... among other things. This must belong to Dribbles.


Oh, I'll bless you all right.


Effort v12


The apothecary? But of course! Sharess has sent me a fine new disciple and purveyor of the sacred herb!


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 2


Go, talk to Raphael. I'll wait here.


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


You are star-touched that is true, but...


And I'm the Duke's personal bed warmer. I don't care what pies he's got his grimy little fingers in - just give me the gold.


Voco vineae!


If Voss speaks true - if ascension is a lie, if tadpole purification is a fairy tale, then I have not sinned against Vlaakith...


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


CoughIll<br>var 1


Tell me you didn't take on Gortash. Not without me. You wouldn't have.


Recovered <br>V2


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 2


Vae victis!


I think... I think this is it.


Endless hordes for the fighting. This painter's art-style is more to my liking than most, Boo.


A Selûne prayer book? We should leave it, unless we need kindling for our campfire.


Silfy got caught. We have to lay low for a while.


You didn't think this through, did you?


I know you meddled with my printing press. I know you published that fluff piece about yourself.


What rotten Hell did this tart spring from? My stomach aches...


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 3


Karlach? You are well...?


Up. You can keep your innards.


Might as well.<br>


If you survive long enough to enjoy it.


Fiat lux!


I really thought you wouldn't.


Calm yourself. They're survivors, not soldiers.


Odd - it won't ignite.


Ex Textura!


A formidable weapon. Was this used on my people?<br>


But if you're after a fight, so be it. It's been too long since I flexed these gloriously magical muscles. AHA!


Urlon of K'liir speaks most highly. As did Al'chaia before him.


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


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


I forget. Derryth might know.


The <i>kith'rak</i> will welcome news from beyond the crèche. Good news, at least.


Curious.


Either way, these corpses prove one thing: this is the city Halsin mentioned.


The testament of Myrkul.


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


You're too feeble. Her voice is a blade - it'd cut your brain to bits.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Enter and be judged.


What a hellish place to be locked up. It almost makes Cazador feel accommodating.


Laughter Maniacal


Don't worry. I'll free you.


You thought you could do such monstrous things, and Minsc would not know? The tadpole has tattled.


Not everyone would share that view, but you were always different, weren't you?


Used to be you'd arrive knowing you'd a full belly and a warm bed waiting for you. Not any more.


This could've been easy!


You did well. Really well.


No - what are you doing?!


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


I need to get back. Mol will be so mad.


See you soon.


But I've seen the respect he inspires in the Flaming Fist - and that tells me all I need about him as a leader.


BEHOLD - MY FURY.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 3


Odd necklace. Might sell for a few coppers.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 2


You again. What do you want?


Why are you muttering to yourself?


So, that mirror used to gobble up memories? I suppose that tracks.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


That's it... I'm ready...


I'm down!


Whoever inflicted the shadows on this land was no ordinary spellcaster. And certainly had no fear of Mystra's punishment for doing so.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


So - what's your plan? Why this region? What in particular are you looking for?


Good. You're still capable of showing that much sense, at least.


Must we?


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


I meant to do that.


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


You did, but your friends did not.


I guess you need this.


Where'd that child go? Or... whatever it is.


Whose boat?


Research on the nature of the shadow curse. Good to know.<br>


<i>Rancid donkey scrotum! </i>The quakes herald the shadows - it's already too late!


Nosy, scum-sucking, lice-ridden little ballbag. Get outs! Or I bites tongue. Eats tongue. Delicious tongue.


At your command.<br>


I had an enclave in Waterdeep, you know. Much grander than this. Shar ordered me to raze it, kill all who followed me - claim they betrayed me, when in fact I slew those who showed nothing but loyalty.


There are some markings on the ground here - not that they tell me much.


Wait a minute, though - I could shift next year's interest to this year.


This might unlock those controls next to the pod.


Keep moving, stranger. <i>Quietly</i>.


Or pleasing their own Undying Queen - who lives on to serve... what purpose, exactly?


<i>That... is true. And I cannot imagine many other mind flayers will offer restitution.</i>


That guy's a walking wound. He thinks Dame Aylin will fix whatever's broken in him. And he'll good as kill her to do it.


What a shame. Ravengard, Eltan - Baldur's Gate has lost its brightest stars.


You're kind, but I - I <i>can't </i>think about that now. We promised one another we'd get there, whatever it took.


Is that...? Hells - the shadows have taken Lae'zel.


The brain's power grows stronger still. Fight it, however you can.


When did singing ever save anyone anyway?


Of course, your <i>other</i> condition. But if anything can convince your god to do what's right, the Crown can.


Remember that rancid disguise I gave you? Wonderful, wasn't it?


I won't keep you long - I gather you've already made plans with someone for your evening.


Easy! She helped us out in the shadows.


I hope you do not prove this weak should we share a battlefield, <i>ra'stil</i>.


<i>I'm pleased to hear that. You will do very well as an illithid.</i>


You have? Then I might suggest we pool our knowledge. No sense in letting valuable first-hand experience go to waste, after all.


Talk. Why in the hells would a cultist turn on her kind?


Well, so much for peace.<br>


Seems I have to defeat myself, as it was written.


Absolute protect us...


*Try as you might, your efforts are not convincing enough. The guards will deal with this.*


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


Huh. There's something going on here. I don't like it.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 1


Strange bottle... Even stranger smell.


Those beasts are going to kill us all!


I respect Kagha, but she can't order me to put everyone's lives at risk.


Better keep an eye out for more.


Welcome to the Upper City, citizen.


Gored to death, by the look of it.


The Harpers have been compromised - a balancing power, now unbalanced.


let me out let me out let me out


My child. You walk on the path of ascension.


I was quite clear about the imperative nature of my request to you, and despite that  I've seen neither hair nor hind of a magic artefact.


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


A most <i>excellent </i>choice.


Your, erm, excelness.


Bastarding Zhent. They hung my brother for a thief, up in Neverwinter. His mistake? Setting his sights on the same score.


- and then you kill the poor duke yourself. I'm nothing if not impressed.


Amazing that the sword stayed sharp for so long.


Another outsider come to see the boss?


The undercity? Then Carrion's work wasn't contained to the mansion.


Thou latrine-loving leper!


*The box is inscribed with glyphs similar to those used by the githyanki.*


Maybe I should stay crouched forever.


Pizzled rancour!


An open tomb - empty. Not ominous in the slightest.


You know my feelings - nature's impulses must be pursued. Do as you will, with my blessing.


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


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Archduke - quite something, don't you think? I daresay Balduran himself would approve.


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


'I will be,' she said. 'Just tending to my garden of sadness. Things have got rather overgrown.'


After what she's been through, it will need a very gentle hand. So let's not complicate things, hmm?


Our time grows short. If Kagha won't abandon her madness, then we'll have to try the road - goblins or no.


Hear that? Sounds like something's powering down.


Hah! Hear that? We're gonna get another corpse soon enough.


Once she gets to know me, I'm sure she'll open up. She's just waiting for someone ready to listen.


Truly? Perhaps you crave a dull life then.


Florrick... we had better send her body home.


If Philomeen made it, you'll find her there. She'll have the stuff to blow that tunnel wide open and get Beldron and the rest out.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Effort v8


Kiai<br>var 2


I'm glad you know.


Their wrongheaded resolve allowed me to shape you. But I need not tell you - I can show you. It is time to remember. Time to remember everything.


I was in business for a great many years, Master Meztli, and my wife, as always, is most correct.


Falling


Give me some cover.


Get out of my face. Find some else's suffering to lap up.


Dying Panic Fall


It doesn't sit well with me either. But to get these people to safety, there's nothing I won't do.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 3


What? Preposterous! I don't even know you.


You know what? Forget your junk. You got bigger problems if you pissed off Mol.


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


We challenged the gods to get those Netherstones. Hold onto them tight.


You'd best be joking.


Look, I don't know what you did to piss off the people at the Gazette, but it's not a flattering portrait.


You broke free? You die!


I'm a very magnanimous individual, but this is my <i>home</i>. Either they leave, or I'll make them.


Gratitude can wait - you're not out of the woods yet. Stay focused.


Feculent beast!


That hyena's making a break for it.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


A camp. Looks abandoned.<br>


Vincere est vivere!<br>v2


Nice try, but I'm no motherless babe - have your fun with someone else.


Spare no violence for the Dread Lord's grace. And savour every moment of the creature's slaughter.


You? You're smaller than a worg whelp. Guys - get this idiot!<br>


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


*You might almost pity the creature. Too full to move, yet desperately starving.*


You rid us of our Stone Lord problem. Just a pity you didn't settle a payday with Nine-Fingers first, eh?


*And it shatters your will entirely, smashing your defences and leaving you broken and gasping for air. You cannot deny him.*


Hopefully this will all be over soon.


Huh. Where's Lae'zel?


Wanna play, yer honour? Krolla will get you started.


A fool's request. <i>Denied. </i>


Let's not find out.


Anything of use?


Kagha wills it! Silvanus wills it!


Agreed. Let's go, we have places to be.


Good stuff. Could do with more folk like you.


*Your pilfering efforts have failed. Now you've a fight on your hands.*


Nothing but dirt.


Upper City, huh? Swish. Never spent much time there myself.


Very well.


Bring the one you love to me. I will look into your hearts and see if your love is eternal. Or doomed eternally.


Found? Found? You STOLE!


I know what I saw. Saw 'em gut Yul. And they'll come gut me too.


*Cazador's presence rises in your mind, a towering red wave that seems capable of drowning the world.*


I ain't got all day, mate.


Phew!


*The dog is unable to speak through the small bag he holds in his mouth.*


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


What might this be hiding?


Whenever this Urge strikes next, we will fight it and we will win.


I fear we have no choice. What I ask is unreasonable by every standard. It sickens me to think, let alone say, but -


What, exactly, was the point of that?


Miss a spot and he'll see it. Master sees <i>everything</i>.


Someone's killing us off - battle stations!


*You cannot identify the voice's origins.*


Silks from Cormyr... empty.


Is there any news about Duke Ravengard? Did he get out alive? No, I can tell by your expression. I'm going to have to fall on my sword, aren't I?


*You make it clear you aren't responsible. You're free to go.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


If I must.


Hm. No. Incapable.


Quite an elaborate door, for a tunnel underground.


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


The artefact. <i>Now.</i>


Dodge


...Fine. Goodnight.


Yeah, pleasure's all yours, mate.


I have standards.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


Stay with me. Whatever happens.


I knew I could put my faith in you. If only we had met sooner.


What in the hells - get back!


A spell, clearly. I can't say I'm familiar with it.


*The accusation falters. Nothing can be found to hold against you.*


<i>Gond'kul</i>, aye!  Even more  - I'd help you destroy this place.


- and <i>ascend</i>.


If there's one thing I've taken from this adventure of ours, it's that some things are best left well alone. That Crown being one of them.


The treacherous dark-dweller who would steal from our queen.


The city that... survived Hell.


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


Honestly, I should be grateful that you ended things between us - I dodged a poison-tipped arrow there. What do you want?


What in the hells is <i>that</i>?


I hope your goddess is pleased.


Ira et dolor!


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


A key. Now to find somewhere to insert it.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


Recovered <br>V2


It won't budge.<br>


Time for a little pilfering.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


'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.'


*But sleep is not for you.*


And I him. Enough that I'll let him keep his lumbering, sweaty steed inside.


Toril, and whatever lies beyond the stars.


Too busy coddling the criminals and their ilk that sneak into <i>our </i>city.


A ritual circle. Looks like it was used in the crafting of Moonlanterns.


Hm.


Ohhh, getting hacked up like that must have been unpleasant - poor dear.


*Karlach seems practical enough. Perhaps she'll understand...*


Mind flayer training dummy? Makes sense. The githyanki despise all things illithid.


Such power in such a weak package. A <i>prince</i> no less.


So he was at the House of Healing? Wonder what he found.


He was investigating the House of Healing. Must've found something there, right?


Bloody hells - it's over?


I- I'm not sure if I should.


Nobody actually knows. Word is he's big, dense, tough as rocks.


Mmhmm, 'cause I could cook food right on my body so I wouldn't even need an oven.


<i>The great Absolute brings us together. Drow and gnolls and goblins, all braidin' one another's hair.</i>


You might want to reconsider calling her a friend - looks like she ran off without us.


Enchanted? Nice.


Even the splendour of Neverwinter must be tainted by Raphael's influence.


First, I fought alongside him, and then I was given a command of my own. That is where we first met.


Absolute... only goddess... Moonrise...


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


You misunderstand. Allow me to be plain.


For now, to have a few more days in your company... no, I wouldn't change a thing.


My pleasure.


By letting that child escape without consequence?


Minsc has heard that a mage must go thick-bearded, so all his wisdom might live in one place. Yet our company is more of the wisp and whiskers, no...?


So many lonely souls, waiting to become us.


Resisto venenum!<br>v2


I think I know how you feel... duty, eh? I hope your wish comes true. We'll need new life once all this is over.


I know these cobbles well - the gate to the Upper City's just ahead.


I'll happily take you. If we survive this bugs' banquet.


What the...? Our birdy just <i>flew away!</i>


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


A good likeness. Though I prefer the real thing.


Vlaakith is lying to her people. She pretends to know how Gith destroyed the mind flayer empire. In truth, she knows nothing.


Ubi es?<br>v3


The bark is in place. Now, for a greatsword, dagger, or sickle.


Argh. <i>Baaaaaaa.</i>


But dad doesn't have any hair.


Ugh, that reeks.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v2


Are you in control of your actions now?


I hope you're still in one piece after that little reunion. Take it from me - your taste in company has much improved, if those spawn were anything to go by. Good riddance to them.


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


Dying Burning


You're... right. There's no point.


She's out there now, preying on the innocent. I don't kill her, she'll leave behind nothing but a trail of corpses.


I jest, but it is as good a reason as any. I have done much more foolish things to win the respect of far inferior people.


<b><i>Help me. </i></b>


My people will remember you, tiefling - the rebel illithid who stood beside their reborn prince and ended the Grand Design.


I see you - are you my mummy?<br>Come and poke me in my tummy!


I always wondered what githyanki eat.


Use that too. Your entire body is a weapon.


Curious? No - <i>effective</i>. A hunter needs to ensure his tools are dependable.


Looks like that's going to bruise.


Hells - not this again.


Now, we can only wait. We'll free Orpheus when we next enter the Astral Prism.


Such weak will dost no Bhaalist make.
This life, young dwarf, is thine to take.


The commander cleared you, not your friends.


And thee.


Hurt


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


Won't work. How do we get it running?


Don't you tell me what I needed!


That disc looks like it could take us somewhere.


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


*The statue's meandering curves and golden edges stand out against the weathered masonry behind it.*


Do not worry, slaughter kin. My blades are still sharp and sweet. They will greet you soon enough.


Drunk <br>V3


That lot are too much for me to take on... but I reckon I can handle you, <i>mragreshem</i>.


Ah, the empty head. The less forgiving bards might say you two have that in common.


Gah. I miss the damn dog.


One of the Nine Hells.


Really? Some might think it makes me a liability.


<i>The brain demands death!</i>


Must've belonged to poor Lenore's beloved pet.


All right, but we'd better make our next move a good one. Otherwise it will be our last.


You had a grand plan to save Minsc from big bad Nine-Fingers. So why did you let him escape?


Of course. I'd be stuck in a pod - or  worse - if it wasn't for you. Glad to see you're all right. Now maybe we can help one another.


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


There's an undead inside this Watcher. Why? And where is its <i>head?</i>


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


Gods, the book - how could I have forgotten about the book.


Fezzerk... best raider... east o' the... Sea o' Swords...


<i>You left Ketheric's stone behind. I sent it to your camp. </i>


A little gratitude would be nice.


Well, it's a good thing I'm the agreeable sort, isn't it?


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


A little help from my hamster.


I better get a 'thank you'.


Gonna add your ears to my collection once you're dead!


Hardly worth the effort.


She would consider what she considers to be forgiveness.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Hurt


Steel yourself.


<i>Handler's</i> the word, if it's all the same.


Are they ready, majesty? Shall we depart?


And better off still than being skewered by the point of my blade.


No! Please - it hurts!


Voss, to battle!


Allies? No no. We had a <i>balance</i>, the Chosen three, but it tumbled when you turned the Bone Lord to ash. Now Gortash tries to gouge me from the city.


I wouldn't let his 'skilled hand' anywhere <i>near</i> me.


I wonder why this one isn't working.


Hmm. I suppose Scratch has had enough fun and games for now.


Now push!


Oh goodness. Is it all that bad? I'm dreadfully out of practise.


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


Let's see...


Aw. That's lovely. It's a pleasure to meet you.


My parents. Where are they?


Evanesco!


Enough dawdling - come to my inner chambers.


'S not like we're bloody diseased, boss.


You know, I'm getting really tired of big-headed fools and their godsdamned schemes. Don't they ever go on holiday?


Broken. We meddled in these paltry affairs, and for <i>what</i>?


Recovered <br>V4


You! You an adventurer? Looking to pad your purse? Find their foxhole, bring me their chief's head. The Fist will reward you well.


It is, as they say, empty.


<i>Your mind is - truly - something special. </i>


Infernal metal! Like the stuff inside me. Could be handy.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v3


You will face Silvanus' justice.


Please, Aylin - spare me. Your insults grew tired and shopworn years ago.


For two hundred years, I wallowed in my own failure to dominate this city.


*Another dead stare. If this thing ever had a personality, it's long gone.*


Vlaakith's gift.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


The Absolute is neither god nor man. It is the elder brain you saw, held here by those three against its will.


I have something to ask.


This place reeks of death.


Should have worn better boots.<br>


Then it's everything you shall recieve.


Arde!


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


CoughIll
var 4


I'm here.


Stand together.


Now that's a lock that screams 'pick me'.


*As the threads become undone, the pouch itself evaporates.*


What beautiful music...


A letter from Orin. Whose blood did she use as ink, I wonder?


If you'd prefer to trust in the Watch, the Council, the Parliament of Peers - by all means. They're the pretty face slapped over the city.


*Among the scars on his face is one you recognise - it's identical to one of the runes carved into your back.*


*He's frightened of your illithid ally, but the very fact that it hasn't killed him on sight gives him reason to pause.*


Correct. I am glad that you see things as I do - no matter what victory we have won, we cannot afford to relax our guard.


I don't care what words come out of your mouth, gith. You have your choices.


Incinerated beyond recognition.


The way is clear - the light has shown the way.


Time we took our due. Your blade ready, Kur?


You're lucky, you know. It's rare that Disciple Balthazar takes a personal interest in prisoners.


Gladly. And best of luck. You'll need it.


*You belong with your people, down in the dark that never fades.*


What a surprise.


True. That was fun.


Let's not get caught off-guard.


Intelligenti pauca!


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


A thousand apologies, oh majestic magistrate of the infernal court! Your mortal guise is so vile, I found it perfectly convincing.


Difficult terrain, cursed or not. Gith dragon-riders prefer flat land and open skies.


That lying, thieving, shitty little redcap. I can't believe I fell for a hag's tricks. <i>Again.</i>


I woke up, and there she was - dancing beneath the stars... a huge smile on her face.


<i>Bollocks. </i>


A Gazette a day keeps the ignorance away!


Effort v6


Oh! Um. Hi?


Your lack of ability, perhaps? You made for an adequate errand-girl thus far, but let's not overstate your virtues.


Good, because selfless as I am, I really did not want to let you go.


Even Nessa makes better conversation than you.


They have not tasted of the Absolute's gifts. They do not know what glory waits.


<i>Worthless? </i>How could you say -


Honestly, so do I. What an adventure for you!


Hey.


Sob<br>var 3


Impero te!<br>v3


Must have been quite a mirror, before it was smashed.


Extraordinary - like a waking dream. Where have we gotten to?


*Sheer, unbridled rage floods your veins, obliterating the urge to laugh.*


And I wonder what happened to your manners, mortal.


Time this was unlocked.


We cannot win this fight without an illithid's mind. Use the tadpole now, before we are annihilated.


Should step in before it gets worse.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


That doesn't look good.<br>


But <i>you,</i> I know. When did you start worshipping gods? Did they give your wee rodent a worm friend, too?


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


Let's see what this does.


*Lae'zel believes a <i>zaith'isk</i> device cleanses the parasite - but it's used for extracting memories and killing the infected.*


At the ready.


This is just a hiccup though. I'll still run this city one day, with or without Raph. And when I do, <i>my</i> Guild won't look on you too kindly.


Effort v9


Poor love.


A diabolist's shop! <i>On your guard</i>, Boo - they like to use noble little hearts in their filthy rituals.


O-ho, this is good.


And nothing. I just wanted to know where we stood.


The doctor's found oblivion... well. No time to mourn. I'll fix this without him.


Go. Choose what is right. Choose assimilation.


This spell... it claims to divide an individual into a whole crowd.


*Your eyes turn to the control panel next to the pod. It has two devices marked with illithid symbols. Your tadpole responds to them eagerly.*


It's both simple and not - we need to find Thaniel's missing half, and make him whole again.


I. Erm. I made soup! Want some?


My lady... forgive me...


That doesn't matter - what matters is how it can help us against the monsters in our heads.


As for the tadpoles themselves, for the moment I do not believe they are malevolent. They are incubating within our brain-matter, not feeding on it.


*You can't recall anything this esoteric. There are too many rituals about swords to count.*


Something over there.


Need any advantage I can get.


Faugh. This place still stinks of our treachery. Breathe deep of betrayal, Boo.


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


M-Master... You speak the truth. You became his Chosen, and will go on to even greater deeds.


It appears my old friend Tara here has found some objects that might interest us. Care to trade?


Please, help us. We just want to be free.


I know you.


Pay up an' it's yours.


Wait, of <i>course</i> you can believe it. They cut it because of your bloody puff piece. Arsehole.


I send you to Eldath's embrace.


Going to help us clear those Watchers from the streets?


A good leader has the insight to find good counsel.


I feel... refreshed.


I do. And I should.


Smells like burnt flesh in here.


I'll see you in Baldur's Gate, then.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Corruptus!


Hey! You tryin' to slip us somethin'?


BreathShortOpen<br>var 2


Urgh, get it out. I have to get it out.


Well - it most assuredly <i>won't</i> be returning.


I sincerely hope you're worth the trouble.


There is no <i>we</i>. You were the driving force behind this madness. Now it stops.


Never wanted the easy path.


The Blade of Avernus. Has a ring to it, doesn't it? Get those devils everything you've got, Wyll. You'll have 'em shaking in their boots.


First, you were never here. We never spoke.


Let me help, please.


*The well water is stagnant, pungent with algae and rot. A public health crisis in the making.*


Dying Burning<br>v2


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


This is the Nightsinger's will. I live to serve.


If you want to find a cure, you must head there and discover how the tadpoles are being manipulated.


I've had enough pests bothering me today, I don't need another.


The shadows are blocking me. I need to get rid of them - somehow.


I need to leave this stinking hellspit. <i>Now.</i>


Chicken?


Whatever made those scratches, it's big. <i>Very</i> big.


*You see a man drain his tankard in an inn as he listens to a Flaming Fist play the lute. He's better than his uniform might suggest.*


I won't forget the wounds I've inflicted. I pray Halsin returns to heal them in full.


Vincit qui patitur!


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Foul creatures. Too many limbs - like seeing double, triple, <b>quadruple</b>. Better as husks.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 1


Rusted and useless. Pity.


One usually follows the other. Here you go.


Kiai


*And yet... Lady Shar herself seems to guide you elsewhere. Surely you cannot resist her influence. Perhaps Baldur's Gate can come later...*


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


I am pain, I am torment, I am death.


Besides, I watched you at the gate. I could use an ally like you.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Dead. Seems these True Souls have their limits.


No thanks to <i>you</i>.


That book's got Gale's name written all over it. Figuratively, that is.


Of being a <i>dwarf</i>? I'm a halfling, you oaf!


Not at all. Just some gallows humour for you. I assure you - you were never in <i>any</i> danger. Let me explain.


I suppose I should be grateful - you helped me shed any illusions that you've been paying attention.


*That settles it. You won't be disturbed any further.*


I'm starting to get a headache.


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


Splendid to see you again, Inquisitor.


Go on, then - the spicier, the better.


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


Damn this fog.


Bet I can crack that open.


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


<i>(Your respect for the written word ought to help you in their curation, I say.)</i>


The druid Halsin is in here <i>somewhere.</i>


Huh. Haven't seen that game in years.


That so? Set it near the rubble and ignite it. That'll blow the drow out.


No point in lingering now I've got the noblestalk.


I'm telling you - it's a ship.


Enter his unholy embrace.


We could sift the missing artefact from the tower's ashes, if you would give us -


I believe we've said all we have to say.


Hm. Nice.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Love to be taken for granted.


A little chicanery.


Winged brother... took my meat.


A cat... with wings?


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


*Just like the door to the ballroom upstairs, this door features no keyhole, but does have an indentation for a signet ring.*


Te exsecror!


Makeshift Selûnite graves. They were buried with haste.


A true coward's words. Do you trust me so little to think I'd lead you to death's maw?


Fools. Little surprise they perished.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Harpers, stand with me. We defeat this evil together.


He thought he could set his yoke to my slaughter, but Bhaal's chaos spilled through his fingers like guts from an opened belly. So did the Netherstones.


It was foolish of you to agree to a contract - that crown you signed away is too powerful to wind up with the likes of Raphael.


Traps. How considerate.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


I didn't think so. So don't you be judging <i>me.</i>


We lost one today. Yonas.


Stuck. There's no leaving without a fight.


Trap. Step carefully.


I don't mean my sisters...


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


That drow cowl might have bits of magic lingering inside it. Any thoughts, Gale?


Fog?!


We were as one. The warmth of your skin, the feel of your...


Gods bless you, friend. I'll wait 'til the coast is quite clear and be gone!


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


Here we go.


Much as it pleases me to cause an archmage's tantrum, let us be sure we are ready to <i>weather</i> it - yes?


The skull's been smashed. A brutal death by any account.


I've never been to Baldur's Gate. Make sure to leave some standing for us, eh?


You are spectacular specimens.


Gobbos are holed up in the temple ruins out west of here - last I saw Halsin, he was right in the thick of 'em.


*Chitter.*


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


She... will find you...


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


The fire will rage, but you will not be there to see it. The Astral Seas have no place for you, <i>hshar'lak</i>.


Ahem... that is... what do <i>you </i>know about runepowder?


Non fit injura!<br>v2


Well... you know that little scar on your elbow?


Urgh. You sound like a dog getting its balls strangled. Stay, go, I don't care - just be <i>quiet</i>.


I would have destroyed this in Shar's name once. But no longer.


What is <i>happening?</i> I feel like I'm going mad.


Fine.


Snore
zzZzz


Of course, my child - within limits. Behold my wares.


Are you trying to impress me with your dalliances? Please - I've lain with everything from an ogre to an ooze.


Pardon, but I've no mind for small talk.


Don't know... didn't ask... Zhentarim way...


Whatever the customer desires. Or at least, whatever they can afford.


I am free. Never to be captured again.


Don't we? I've studied duergar culture. You have an instinct for survival.


So you've seen reason. Truth be told, I'm -


*Don't know your weavemoss from your mugwort? Don't be shy, the ever stylish Horst is at your service!*


I'm cock-eyed... ANOTHER!


Aw, did someone pet you a bit too hard, pup? I thought you liked it!<br>


I promise, you'll have your fill of divinity at my hands. And I at yours, I hope. But only in the metaphorical sense.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Gekh's the talker, not me. Back off.


It's going to attack - find some cover!


This is your end!


*Your guilt is unsurprising. It seems you have a choice - the cells, or the sword?*


Still... I could not have forgiven myself had I not taken the plunge. Better to have tried and failed.


That's some godsdamned poetry right there.


Teach Basket how to be a dragon! Then, Basket tells you a secret. A big secret.


<i>Hell yes we do.</i>


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


Well hello. Welcome to my humble party.


IT HURTS. KELEMVOR, WHY DOES IT HURT?