It draws power from anyone on that cradle... someone needs to assume the position or it's useless.


If you must cower, then do it on your feet!


And now we go.


I don't believe a word you say. I'll bet your hand is half arcana.


Truly?


Go ahead. The lady of the house awaits.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 2


Don't worry. I'll free you.


Oh, fancy.


Laughter


I've got your back!


Find the boats, you'll find Thrumbo. That's all I know!


Never thought our first meeting would land us here, of all places, but here we are.


Quite the rug pull, eh? A mind flayer manipulating us this whole time.


It's our chest now. We can do whatever we want with it.


Silentium!


Now what might you be hiding?


Please - we don't have time to waste. Carrion's heart <i>must </i> be destroyed.


I just hope it's a good one - this could be our last shot.


Let's speak to the innkeeper first - he won't take it well if we help ourselves to a room.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Well, let me know when you find one. Priestess Gut's better at causing pain than curing it.


What happened, happened. Standing here arguing won't change it.


Ulma... Leader... Gur tribe.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Mors tua, vita mea!


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


Quod dico face!<br>v3


Gods! We were so close, darling. Impossible odds.


That orb - it's a scrying eye. Someone's watching.


It is time - kill them!


Constable Devella said she wasn't to be -


What just happened?


I'm as certain as I can be. If you have a better alternative, I won't stop you.


This 'Adamantine Forge' - the same the drow's corpse spoke of?


I'm interested in the procedure, actually. Please, go ahead.


Your friend is inquisitive. A dangerous trait. Are you sure you want her listening in on this?


Fall by my hand.


Hey, you!


There's some sort of mechanism behind these plaques.<br>


Bastards. The Blade comes for you.


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


What... what happened?


Ending... the Absolute... with a bang...


Customer always right. Must be kept happy.


Ketheric's Dark Justiciars. They just got everywhere, didn't they?


Ex Textura!


I've a wounded pride. Leave me to nurse it.


An offering from Moonrise Towers.


Sphaera mortis!


Other things on my mind, thanks.


Risum teneatis?


Out of necessity, nothing else.


Give it a wide berth. It could still do a lot of damage.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


...gold... basement... locked...


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


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


My Slayer. You will grow stronger. Crueller. The prime incarnation of murder.


Come on. Up!


Reeks of mugwort. Tastes terrible, but makes some useful potions.


What was that thing inside her?


*The amulet is heavy, but holds a subtle warmth, like it was left under the sun.*


Esto perpetua!


With your tail between your legs.


Huh? You... you're one of <i>them </i>- the ones who were attacking the ship.


You are afraid because you are alive, and you have something to lose. Hold on to that.


Oh, I'm flattered. Who knew you had such taste?


Bloody tiefs everywhere.


No. Locke. <i>Locke.  </i>


All I could hear was a voice telling me the Captain was safe and well upstairs. Gives me the willies just thinking about it.


<i>You refused the Undying Queen.</i>


Where has she gone, I wonder?


I did my part. That means our business is done, unless you've got actual gold to hand.


Better take a closer look.


I'ss k'cha t'chiss n'aga?


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


There are, after all, other spreads before me. Astarion looks particularly tempting tonight.


<i>There. At last. It is subdued.</i>


-- necromancer - dead --- - changeling and tyrant remain --
-- at odds ---- KILL THEM -


<i>I can't hold them off much longer!</i>


*The dragon's spirit floods your mind and memory in a great torrent of power. He is with you, he is within you, he <i>is</i> you.*


A century of it, by now. I loved her from the moment I beheld her sweet face, her great, wise eyes.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min1:31_GnashedTeethReaction<br>var 2


Snore
zzZzz
v3


*Killing someone is one way to get a guard's blood pressure up. You're destined for the cells, if you're lucky.*


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


<i>I have learned to adapt my methods to your needs.</i>


This was to be my proving ground - Lady Shar was going to <i>honour me.</i>


But he never sets it down - you'll never get it.


Falling


Not a good sign that they're bursting to life everywhere.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Ugh - what is that smell?


<i>What do you say, Gale?</i>


Well lookie there. Tempting offerings.


Bah! Boo has pooped truer diamonds than these.


They got Astarion, damn it. He's probably back at Cazador's palace already.


You know, we could always make our own entertainment, darling. Get a little closer, so to speak.


You have your fun with the angry alien 'til then - I don't mind sharing. But keep a piece left over for me, hmm?


A commemoration of battles long past. Like the town itself.


For you, oh horned cheek.


Don't push your luck, Astarion. Killing vampires - even ones as powerful as you - isn't <i>that </i>hard, you know.


Scrying eye's down? Time Nere got his due!


A hag's staff has to be brimming with magic. Take a look, Gale.


Half the men of Menzoberranzan are pleasure-servants. Weaklings, whose beauty is their only redeeming quality.


If I succeed, maybe I'll be allowed a pet... ugh, stop being silly.


Now! I believe our business is well and truly concluded.


The worst place to end up is anywhere that doesn't let you be at my side.


I wonder what those archives will reveal about us a hundred years hence.


Huh. So that's how it's going to be.


Bless them with the strength to endure and the courage to resist. So may it be.


I mean, don't we have enough <i>Heroes of Baldur's Gate</i> already?


There - the Crown! Time to cast the spell again and compel it to submit.


How exactly does a flumph hand-forge anything?


Effort v12


Find my Dribbles - you won't be disappointed.


Look for a way out. I'm not about to be contained by a few iron bars.


These webs are everywhere.<br>


Probably, yes. Destroying them wasn't a good solution, but maybe it was the least bad.


Ah!


A <i>living</i> child. That's what matters.


... by my side...


Tadpole's lashing around like a whip.


No! I mucked up, I'm sorry! But I didn't know who they woz... they didn't tell me nothin'!


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 3


Now, tell me what just happened! What was that?


Father...


Let me help you remember so there will be no doubt.


You haven't heard of any open positions for an event planner, have you? No, of course not - just look at you. Why do I even bother?


Invoco te


It's already finished.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Yeah, to be honest? Thought of holding a pike makes my back ache.


Tired.


*It must have been a very long time since you were among your kind.*


City Watch - into position!


I shall cleanse it for you, my Queen. Tell me how.


Locked in. That's rarely good news.


And yet it was you who did it. The world will not thank you - it will fear you - but you have my gratitude, for whatever its worth to you.<br>


I will not go on without you.


*As for Vlaakith's <i>kith'raki</i>, let them search.*


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


Finally! See, girl? Now <i>that's</i> an introduction.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Now, I want more than anything to soothe you.


And all I had to do was not fall for you... Which is where my nice, simple plan fell apart.


Lanpos... Gondian...


Didn't work out, though. Goblins got him when we were turning tail. He's either diggin' latrines or boilin' in a cookpot by now.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 4


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


Anyway, I won't say anything else. You can't make me. Even if you murder me!


I knew, the moment I heard her speak. Lady Shadowheart is destined to lead us.


Mizora. It's time these creatures paid a devil their dues.


It will not be a pleasant reunion.


Get on with it then, and keep quiet.


Can you swim, Astarion?


BreathShortOpen<br>var 2


Ah - Scratch is still at the post house.


Father... forgive me. I have failed you.


Poor Gale. I hope he knows that a goddess abandoning him needn't be the end - I know from experience.


*The carcass seems to be fresh - only a few hours dead. You notice two small puncture wounds in its neck.*


*Perhaps you'd better earn some gold before you try giving it away to others.*


Something to turn the tide.


Siccut cattus!


Hm. Yes. When we escape, I will have it removed <i>immediately</i>.


I think he looks <i>fine</i>.


I question the wisdom of that decision.


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


Thunder Master is nice. Doesn't hit Basket, so Basket tells you.


Not again.


What an odd emblem. Don't think I've seen it before.


It's gone - the entire crèche is destroyed.


A sigil of the Harpers. Odd for their kind to misplace this.


Hm. This place would fare better with some hanging plants.


You walk the line between confident and arrogant. A beguiling turn of events.


*And your books. They await too. A musty harem of knowledge. Oh, to be with them already...*


Moving in.


A proper introduction is in order. But I will let him do the honours.


Originally? Shadowdale. Lately? The fanciest inns of Waterdeep.


A crate from Thay, picked clean. Well - almost, anyway.


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


This thing's massive. Would hate to have it pointed at <i>me.</i>


No wine! The ale was more than enough.


<i>Do it quickly. I cannot live in this skin a moment longer.</i>


You have bonded with Astarion, body and soul. His scent lingers on your skin. If there is to be anything between us, it must be with his consent. And perhaps some day, his participation.


It is time - let us bring down the Foundry, and the Steel Watch with it.


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


*Neverwinter: Pack a scarf.*


I was just about quite all right with the amount of fight he put up. If anything, I would have preferred less.


I had no doubt I could rely on you.


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


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Watch where you step - these tracks might tell us where the raiders went.


<i>A wise decision. You will not be welcome here, no matter what miracles you perform. </i>


Easy! They helped us out in the shadows.


If I must.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 2


There's no one else here - it's just us.


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


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


Wait - why did that strange dog collar just vibrate?


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


I made a promise to my goddess. One I will do my best to keep. For the sake of this city, I can only hope that my best will be enough.


Oh, dear - does someone think they're important? You are small, True Soul, insignificant, and above all? <i>Replaceable. </i>Do not forget that.


Thrinn. Carve out her heart and serve it to the rothé.


See? That's the kinda luck you get from just one of my lucky rings!


So much was done to mould you, and still you turn your back on me, for two strangers that you share blood with?


Who the blazes? Ah. Sorry, saer, but this is a staff area. Whatever a guest might need is available downstairs.


You won't be waiting long.


An unappealing totem. Both ugly <i>and </i>costly, I would wager.


But think what I offer. The vastness of eternity to explore, the Weave at our fingertips... You would really prefer me as I am?


Then how do I make them stop? What do I do?


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


Gods above - that's the druid. Some timing you have, Halsin.


You really have no idea what it is, do you?


Voco murus!


Even more rules than a Flaming Fist outpost. Who could keep track?


*Feed your bodies and rest your minds. Lady Shar needs her warriors strong and ready.*


Heh.


The Stone Lord just cleared our vaults - and now he has enough gold to make himself a lord in truth.


*You are unable to speak.*


She isn't my tressym. She's my friend. And from the looks of things, it appears she's eating pigeons.


It will be my pleasure.


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic. I think Gale might be interested.


Aridissimus!


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


Go see Raphael - then I might let you buy me a drink.


There's something underneath here...


I just... just...


You will tell me what she says, won't you? Of course you will.


You have returned. Any news of the weapon?


The head of a clown? I have little use for this.


A special surprise.


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


The tadpole is a parasite. Once it consumes enough of your brain matter, it instigates an excruciating transformation.


Well, I doubt its an apology for asking me to die on her behalf.


Horribilissimus!


I've got your back!<br>


Te adstringo linguam!


We are in a place darker than any prison, hotter than any fire, where the souls of the innocent scream in sacred agony...


No need. The scrying eyes are keeping watch, and my patrols can handle <i>gnomes.</i>


Step up and let Skittle sort you out.


Oh, <i>hells</i>.


Ah, the same markings as on that key! Hardly a coincidence.


Use the Netherstones to commandeer the brain and unleash your infected army, and I will count you among my chosen.


You know, it's nice to meet <i>someone </i>in this blasted city with some manners.


Adorable... I did miss it. Its simplicity, its fear, it thrashing its own head against its pod, cracking its skull again and again in a futile attempt to escape.


Hells, a shape shifter? You can't trust anyone...


Vermin, on the rooftops.


Oh. Hello again.


Straj. The city is cracking apart.


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


Nothing - it must have been disarmed.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 2


Walk Peace <br>v3


Closed Mouth Effort v9


No use. It's blocked.


Takes my light... to protect from... the curse...


The Inquisitor awaits. Follow the corridor.


*You are flush with untold power. You could rip apart mountains and bring gods to their knees. This is the ultimate you: the commander of planes, the director of fate.*


Besides, I find it gives one an air of mystique. No one's more intriguing than a man with one eye.


I'm glad you can recognise this for the opportunity it is. Nevertheless, it is not a step to take lightly.


Mirkon keeps telling the other kids they'll all be safe if they stay hidden.


One day, I'll catch a break.


That lying, thieving, scaly little <i>shit</i>. Thanks for knifing the bastard.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


I'll go tell the guards you're pushing us around. See you around, chump.


Stop complaining.


Tools and a thick rope. Someone climbed up from down below.


My... only... wish...


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.


*The person they're trying to save... it's the creature from the ship! Still alive, but wounded.*


The hag is dead, isn't she?


Dig. And hope for an opportunity to escape.


You do not wish to irritate me - or the one I serve.


I'll tell you a story, True Soul. About a man who sold himself piece by piece.


You're Ravengard's pup? <i>The</i> Ravengard? Well, that is something...


I need a shovel to dig this up.


Shar's entire creed revolves around waging war against Selûne. Imagine all the generations of mortals, sacrificed in an eternal conflict between sisters.


Good old Lady Shar. Fair enough. I probably would've been stuck serving an evil mistress too, if I'm honest.


Yes, yes.


This tribe is mine to command. If you have business here, then you report to me.


Dying Freezing to Death


I believe you will find your rightful place in Her design. Either you will ascend, or you will fall.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


How malapert. Must thou stareth so?


I need to get out of here!


I'll tell her. With my Cat Flap of Displacement, I can afford the occasional visit. I'd bring you along, if I could. Perhaps some day.


No one's suggesting that. We've just gotta... figure this out.


Glad I had all that beer before the raid. Heh.


<i>'Sent'? </i>Meaning you had the source of all of Ketheric's power in your grasp, and you gave it <i>back</i> to him?


<i>I believed my life to be of the least value in the equation. But I am grateful to have it, as is the Society.</i>


Do not take this step without consulting me. You decide all of our fates.


Just imagine what these skulls are gonna look like.


She might have won, you know - if you hadn't been so hell-bent on exposing my truer nature.


I understand that this is a high pressure situation, and I don't want to throw around accusations.<br>


You gained my favour when you slayed Gortash. Your need for power exceeds even his.


Yes, of course.


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


It doesn't. We're an odd team, but we <i>are </i>a team.


Hopefully this will all be over soon.


Don't call the doctor yet! I've got potions, sutures - I know I can do this...


Hardly worth the effort.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_lp10s<br>var 3


<i>One mistake and she'll have our heads. All because this stupid dimwit didn't wanna talk.</i>


I made some improvements to Ramazith's arcane artillery. Give the word, and the sky falls on any who stand in your way.


Right? All this doom and gloom. I have something far more exciting on my mind than this bloody tin box.


If releasing a pack of ravenous, juvenile vampire spawn into the world is the outcome you're after.


Indeed we do. Seems like an age ago that the boss sent me to keep an eye on you.


<i>What...? </i>You think you can flaunt my prize - my freedom - under my nose, then deny it?


I can't stand here and do nothing.


This wasn't just a feast - it was a <i>Nightfall </i>ritual.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


A stronghold built in Lady Shar's honour. Quite a sight.


Uh huh...


Don't like the look of this Gortash fellow. But don't you tell him I said that.


There - a corpse like any other.


Ah - and my old friend Karlach. It's no wonder your victory was so decisive. How have you been, darling?


Bloody hells! What am I going to tell Gladiss? She's going to kill me!


Quack.


Check out the stone. It's magic - incredible, right?


Yes, yes - on my way.<br>


You need something, ask Jaheira. I'm on duty.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


But what then? What would I do with it, once I have it?


You are no zulkir. B-ut are you wise?


A bit extra.


You are here to - no. You are here to die.


A tressym doesn't hunt; she locks into a sacred dance with her prey - one as elemental as it is ancient.


*Vaults*


They - they're dead!


Ubi es?<br>v3


Th-the grove. To the east. They wanted to know where we came from. They'll k-kill everyone. Please... get me out of here.


Ah. That... does not sound encouraging.


See that orb? A scrying eye. Someone's watching us.


There is a dark aura hampering me... I must get rid of it, somehow.


To the undercity - Voss must hear of our victory.


Seems... a little light?


Githyanki scholars study <i>ghaik</i> devices closely. They even incorporate their findings into our own machines and magic.


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


Clever. Food is dispensed for anyone wearing this collar.


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


Well, I'm <i>very </i>glad they got better.


<i>SICARIUS!</i>


<i>The same way one gets to the bowels of anything - the sewers.</i>


Do not leave this room before it is done, or I will undo you - you will be your queen's child no longer.


Hmph. There's no accounting for taste.


Hard luck. But like I said, we can change that. Watch!


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


Foe it is. Strike them down.


No, this was here last week.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


... you've one final chance to prove your allegiance.


Chair, nautiloid, mindflayers - they're deeply interconnected. You're hearing what they hear.


Right, boat's good to go - or as good as it can get, at least.


Well, when a creepy voice says 'something's coming', it's never <i>good</i>, is it?


You're <i>welcome.</i>


He's the Absolute's Chosen, the way Nere talked. Building an army at Moonrise - best of the best.


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


Don't thank me - I'm breaking Lady Shar's teachings just by doing so... but sometimes you have to be practical.


Shove off.


A secret... Used by Gith... To free us... Of <i>ghaik </i>shackles...


Dying Burning<br>v6


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


It's Kozakuran - just like the symbols from that door.


Dammit, it's even worse now.


The highlight of my day.


A sword like this would certainly get Gale's attention.


Used to. Mother ate him.


And though Astarion doth spend his days sleeping once more, he doth not sleep alone.


A good opportunity.


Effort v10


Hold on! I'm coming.


Invoco te<br>v3


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


<i>Chk. </i>Do not dare speak of that pustulent <i>poet</i> in my training room.


I'm not the best at showing it, but I love Cal and Rolan to death. They're family - thank you for bringing us back together.


And who counselled you to do it?


Attack Critical<br>var3


Bah. I see there's no shortage of shapeshifters.


When did you realise the redcaps had escaped?


It's mine now.


You can count on me.


UnderstandAh<br>var 2


Well, this makes one down. Only a few thousand more to go!


Recovered <br>V3


I hope you have better luck than us finding a room - pickings are <i>slim.</i>


Then our hopes rest with his son. May you find the will to keep the city safe.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 3


Since then, the city has faced countless threats, but we always overcame. There was never a need to call on the wyrm - until now.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


I'll not abandon my post. But it might be a friendly face could rouse the poor fellow.


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic. I think Gale might be interested.


Extende!


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


Voco nubes!<br>v2


That skull - something's happening to it.


All who pass through here find their way to the Absolute, one way or another.


To be expected. We each have our weapons to wield. Some are sharper than others.


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


*Wanted: Ironhand gnomes.*


Do - have fun.


Interesting to see you strutting about in the sun. Ain't seen that before, and Auntie Ethel's seen her fair share.


As long as she doesn't start serenading me. I've had enough of bad poets singing of my looks.


Hm. Next time's the charm?


Oh no. Was this one of the refugees from the druid's grove?


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


I'd trust a devil over a vampire any day. I think he likes us.


Remind me.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


I just want a little look.


*<i>The Annals of Karsus</i>. Where better to learn the secrets of the crown than in a book written by the greatest of Netherese wizards?*


SurpriseOh<br>var 2


Time for discretion.


Effort v8


A faultless if annotated version of the facts.


I won't have to look at you much longer anyway, so I'm really getting the good end of the deal.


Very well, I will be Raphael himself. <i>All of him.</i>


What? Someone's <i>taken</i> Connor?


Where did I leave that blasted fire amber...?


Follow close, little ones. Do not leave the light!


Please - I can't go much further. Light up the darkness...


So this is the shadow curse. The scale of the corruption here is... impressive.


Maybe he is coming back then. He'd never leave them behind.


You wouldn't happen to have a few coins to spare, would you? For my family?


Ellie May's ring? Guess I got there before him.


I'll survive a sore jaw. What I won't tolerate is a stranger waltzing in here and interfering in our business.


Ah, you've summoned master Raphael. And I hadn't finished dusting the artefacts yet. He'll be most annoyed.


Ah! A little true to life for my tastes.


I have all the time in the world. How about you?


A goblin camp must be near. Which means we've not seen the last of them.


Not quite the outcome we were expecting, is it?<br>


Give it a rest. We have time.


And if a patron confuses me for a 'member of staff'?


This is it - its will is weakening!


Oh Gods, it can't be...


Take this - 'The Legend of Ansur'. An ancient epic, ill-remembered, dismissed as a mere tale.


The hag! The hag is - oh. It's you.


You were entrusted with a mission - at the Mother Superior's command, acting for Lady Shar herself.


Beating thee would soil my hands.


A complicated one.


Victory is mine. The guardian's fallen!


A powerful asset. Just what are their intentions, I wonder?


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


I can't fit through here. Wonder if there's another way in.


As for me - I'll remain indoors. The Society's library will keep me quite busy until I return to my research in the Underdark.


Stupid bridge guards - should've thumped the lot of them.


Doesn't work.


More chancers than champions, if you take my meaning. Present company excluded, I'm sure.


Try to keep up.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


I am. More sure than I've ever been.


Karlach will take pleasure wherever she can find it. Her life is too short to do otherwise.


The echoes - listen! They're coming from three directions!


I hope they will remain as a pair. It would be good for them both to have a friend, once I'm gone.


I always wondered what a vampire's lair would look like. Can't say I pictured it being quite this... theatrical.


<i>Peckish...?!</i>


Whoever did this is gonna get all nine bloody Hells from me.


I've tried. Kagha - their new First Druid - won't see me.


Video veritatem!<br>v2


Expect anything - he's been cursed to the Hells and back.


The battle would be legendary, and our kingdom would be magnificent.


Stay your hand - these two must be important.


Purification? 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>


Effort v5


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


Strike them down.


Softer than a whisper.


I hear something. Voices.


A fine evening! Return any time, although it seems you will need quite a rest first.


You are full up. Dismiss your weakest warrior.


You've had worse ideas, Mirkon. A <i>lot </i>worse.


*As Omeluum's mind pierces yours, the tadpole pulses with power.*


I will rip this world apart, plank and beam, until every iota of your being is scalded by my light. This is my promise. <i>This is my vow.</i>


I don't matter. Only Auntie does.


If there is yet some path undiscovered, some means of prising success from the maw of perdition... I believe Gale here may yet sniff it out, if afforded the chance.


Vita excolatur!


No business here 'less Disciple or General say you do.


A great bronze dragon, allied to an elf sailor. Curious.


But whatever your feelings on Nine-Fingers - whatever mine - I cannot see how we served the city by putting the Zhentarim in her place.


Vos curo!<br>v3


Volothamp Geddarm, realm-renowned author, auteur, and tastemaker, at your service.


You're in my thrall.


My name's Ulma, my people are monster hunters. Those of us that remain, that is.


I'd be a fool to go after Cazador before sunrise. For now, I should rest.


Ketheric Thorm has a lot to answer for.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


It's not true. Master can't be gone - master is eternal.


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


We'll talk later.


What - kill? The master?!


Hear, hear. Still hoping for a miracle, but I'm ready for whatever comes our way.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


Each door named after a wizard of renown. The Annals must be behind Karsus' door.


Not likely. You're forgetting one thing - I've got the Absolute to protect me.


Buff


My big brother is dead.


Someday, I will sit down. I mean it.<br>


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


*An inscription reads: 'Let all who worship the changing tides of life and knowledge feel the blessings of Selûne'*


Astarion may borrow Minsc's muscles whenever he is needful. Brave, powerful, puny Astarion!


This one died badly.


Not for long. Come morning, we'll get him back.


Be wary, this place is trapped.


Godey was wondering about that... Godey knows the master was searching for Astarion. He must have forgotten Astarion was lost.


Talk, talk, talk.


Or you just thought we'd be stupid enough to believe ya!


What? <i>You...?</i> But that means... I have to stop you. For the Absolute!


I have to do everything.


It just <i>had</i> to be locked, didn't it?


Recovered


Then stop wasting my time and go help her.


Your... daughter is missing.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


I would be rid of this parasite. Minsc takes orders from only <i>one</i> tiny beast, and he is much cuter than any mind-maggot.


Wot? Really? Auggh... gizza break. My 'ed's mashed.


Madness would be to let the Absolute's potential go to waste.


Ugh. Can't believe one of those things lives in my brain.


Here we go again.


I ain't seen no new ships in a while though.


<i>Their locations are known to us already. We proceed only when all three are in our possession.</i>


*Still though, for whatever was lost, something new shall be gained...*


Allow me to strengthen you.


No harm in checking.


A tiefling corpse. All but gutted, too.


Should split your head open and poke around in there if you lot don't pay up.


Can't do it without you.


Did you hear the great rumbling from Grey Harbour when whatever it was that happened happened? I certainly did. Though of course, I hear <i>everything.</i>


I'm really not sure about putting any trust at all in this... thing. It's already shown itself a liar.


We find Voss' contact in Sharess' Caress. They alone hold the key to freeing the prince. <i>Orpheus tavki na'zin!</i>


Let us die, Chosen. As only Bhaalspawn can die.


*You've been caught trespassing. This guard seems determined to ensure you never make that mistake again.*


Don't mind if I do.


Stop it! Help - help!


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


Simple enough, I reckon. Now - war to be fought. You need anything?


<i>Enough.</i>


The doll! Grabbing it will likely do nothing - I have to negate its magic.


Lady who brought me here carried it... Hid it from monster...


Humour me with a little negotiation. Perhaps we can find terms that will allow blades to remain sheathed.


<i>My city - we have to stop it. We have to reach the brain!</i>


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


*Your previous encounter with the old wizard seems to have left him unflustered - and unmarked.*


I'm busy doing a thing. Talk to Sticky.


I suppose it was wishful thinking to hope that thing'd attack its own...


There's a hole back there, behind the crates.


By then it will be too late. I can't help the dead - but I can warn the living.


I relish our time.


Come to see yer friend, have ya? Come an' join 'im, if ya like.


Hast thou other business?


They do know how to write them in Cormyr, don't they?


Effort v4


*Messing with the dead isn't appreciated. Think twice before doing it again.*


Harbourside... Baldur's... Gate...


The city will burn - your world will die. But you will persist, a grey shadow. Without beauty, without heart, without self.


Darkmaw the Wicked! Legendary king of the forest.


That kobold reeks of spirits. Fire could be explosive.


Sure do. That's life as a cashier.


*Things may have been different, but would they have been better? Only a fool ignores the lessons of history, and Karsus' Folly is quite the severe lesson.*


Oi, you! Get in the bloody queue!


...The parasite. It's withered, dead along with the Netherbrain. I am cleansed! I will never be a filthy <i>ghaik</i>.


No harm in clinging to optimism a little longer. If events turn against us, at least we'll know you can act. The Absolute isn't winning, one way or another.


But then you had to go and do me a good deed.


Once judged, ascended, then vanquished, as one and as three.


As you wish.


No matter. I took back the Idol of Silvanus and the rite has resumed. We will seal the grove. Free from harm. Free of <i>intruders</i>.


Mutatis mutandis!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Voco arvina!


Better than he was when you found him. Bugger gets to rest while we do the work.


The hag's doing. It has to be.


<i>The guards are your enemy, not I. <b>I am on your side. </b></i>


Oi! One player only, you bloody cheat!


*Play. Friends. Fun. A time before Bhaal. *


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


This bear totem is highly suspect. Arfu had better not be putting them into the wrong hands.<br>


*It utters an angry bellow and <i>charges</i>.*


You scared the life out of little Silfy.


You know, Karlach, there are other ways to express love beyond run-of-the-mill physicality...


Builders, craftspeople - and the makers of the incomparable silver swords the <i>kith'raki</i> wield in battle.


That should do it.


The tools of warfare, left to rot... I remember when they were pristine. We thought victory was close at hand.


That disc looks like it can move - but where does it lead?


<i>TUUCH, TUUCH, TUUCH</i>!


I thought the vampire spawn would have needed an invitation to enter.


These tracks... goblins?


I can take what I please.


Smashing! Soon, my friend - soon we can share a flagon of something liquid and a tale of derring-do!


... been together... since we were kids... loved him... more than anything.


I knew you'd feel the same way.


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


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


The girl could not bear thou, a breaker of promises. I told her the fate of her parents when the wind carried it to me.


My hamster made me do it.


Ultimo adest.


<i>The enemies are still coming - make haste!</i>


You might have unlocked my cell, but there's no escape from this place.


So? Can do a better job than that ponce you sold.


There's enough offerings in here for a trip to the vault - off you go, Fitzy.


Map the impossible. Light the way, well and true.


Where the hells have you <i>been</i>, girl? Last I heard you'd run off to Neverwinter. And that was, what, ten years ago?


Keep up! There's still a battle to be won.<br>


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


The shadows are hungry here. I can feel them sapping my strength.


Careful! Pierce dear Ethel's rancid hide, and we might harm the child within.


... but I could never leave Lia behind, as irksome as she may be.


Not that they'd listen to little old me. Anyway! Do you need anything? I have a few odds and ends for sale.


*But perhaps there is another way to take the Hammer, a way into the seat of Raphael's operations - the House of Hope.*


Cudo!


I've seen Dribbles' show so many times. He's always so happy, and so funny! Was it all a big fat lie?


Voco nubes!


Halsin's dead. I need to check his corpse for anything important.


*Ah-choo!* Ugh... smells funny whatever it's for. Grab as much as you can.


But storming the tower won't be easy, and if we wait too long, Ketheric will gather his strength and retaliate.


You ain't hear? We sacked Waukeen's Rest and left it to <i>burn.</i>


Snore
zzZzz


*You try to slip past Minthara's defences, but her parasite is on high alert. No matter what nook you probe, it's there - blocking you from interfering.*


Volo non fugia!


Lux in tenebra!


<i>The revolution against Vlaakith will come. Perhaps some day you might see truth, Lae'zel, and join it.</i>


When next I pray, you shall be the first name on my lips. Thank you.


Are they ready to depart? We do not want to linger in the shadows, Majesty.


You could send an elf to sleep!


If this is the end for me, let me be the motherfucker who saved the world.


I spy with my little eye... nothing of note, really.<br>


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


We haven't much time, so listen closely.


Ah! A fellow bard. Sorry to ask out of the blue, but would you like to play together?


Recovered <br>V3


Our cult survived, festering beneath the city, with me as the Gate's everlasting poison.


Something's off about this pillar. Can't quite put my finger on it...


Attack Critical<br>var3


It feels like... my magic is getting drained!


Dying Panic Fall


Shall I poke the wound some more, to make sure that it is healed?


Hiding with the children, huh? I get it.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


*A strange symbol glows, marked on their flesh, and something within you stirs in response.*


Most would feel their strength wilting in these shadows. Not me.


'Punished'...? That is meaning more than a spanking, in a place such as this.


The drink - it's turned necrotic!


Excuse me, that hurts.


This one here is called 'The Art of the Night'. It details the first thousand nights of a newlywed king and queen.


<i>Tread carefully now.</i>


Canto te!


She never knew a day of love in all her life. When she was a girl of fifteen, she sold her soul to Tiamat in exchange for someone who would love her unconditionally.


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


Not long until we leave, now.


You want to just team up with some blood-stained killer? Because I'm fine with that.


Ira et dolor!


I have never been known for my tact, but honesty is the better virtue by far. So, sincerely - thank you.


Bah. Every tinkerer thinks his toy is indestructible - until you hit it hard enough.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


Quiet, I'm thinking.


You don't - you don't even remember...


I am an archdruid - every fibre of my mind is attuned to nature. Give it time - you will sense the rot as well.


You need to be freed. Of course.


This is my chance to get back everything that was taken from me. Everything Mystra denied me. And once I have it, I can forge a better world. Be a better god.


You know why? Because I put in my <i>secret </i>ingredient.


Let me take away the pain.


These shadows can drain the life from someone - but not me.


Mind who you call history, hollyphant.


Wish we was assigned to the war camp. Beer's surely better down there.


Changed your mind? Go on - buy a Gazette.


Brace yourself!


Swollen with vapour. A toxin of some sort.


Come now, you know you can tell me <i>anything</i>.


May you wake with your lungs full of water!


Get confused by one, blown up by the other.


Snore
zzZzz


There's still life left in this old thing.


And before you thank me - save your breath.


So you're a vampire? Hells.


Didn't you hear?! Do I need to rip the extra flesh off your ears?! Faster!


Don't mind me. Where in the hells is Grisly?!


Victory v2


Can it be? Is this our prodigal son standing before us?


I trust you've come to your senses?<br>


Boyish charm and knees that creak like rusted hinges! Quite the combination.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


<i>Now come - we have an elder brain to destroy. </i>


A fine view, even if it smells all of sulfur. It is a stinky wind that holds this house aloft, Boo.


I met your friend already - they're inquisitive. A dangerous trait. Are you sure you want them listening in on this?


Pulso!


Looks like those two are about to fight...


Effort v6


Why'd you have to lock this so tight, Bakshi?


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


Lots of times! The beasts ate a kiddo the other day and I got some good stuffs. Uh, I mean, 'Circus is safe, do not a-worry!' Yes.


Eschew barbarism! Embrace civilisation and truth! Sell me that egg. Please.


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


Hm. What's plain to you wasn't so plain to mini-Wyll.


You festering bubo!


Ugh, that won't do. One at a time, then. Here we go. One, two, three, four...


Pave my path with corpses. Build my castle with bones.


You don't know what the Gondians are capable of! Do you realise how many people the Steel Watchers have killed already?


BreathLongClosed<br>var 2


I'm glad you think so. Otherwise, things might've gotten <i>very </i>messy.


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


Aren't you just obsessed? And here I am, not even trying.


But if that comes into doubt, I'll kill you. Sleep well.


Sob<br>var 3


Goblins got her. Hope she got a few of them before she went down.


Take... bear... Eddy...


... in... bag... standard... issue...


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


Drunk humming the main theme of the game


Why you? It's like the gods custom-designed you to sabotage this cult - to put an end to Ketheric Thorm.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


I need to get clear of this roof - right now.


Now, I believe we've a date with an elder brain to get to. Shall we?


*Behind the veil of the god-queen's outer thoughts - death. Fear. <i>Paranoia.</i>*


<i>The Mermaid, faithful readers, has the tackiest architecture...</i>


Sharp, deep... and still fresh. Some monster did this, marking its territory.


*A faded memory of a boy and girl sharing their first kiss. Your own heart almost flutters in tune with theirs.*


And away I go.<br>


Quite something, to hold the cosmos in your hands...


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


Damn it!


Ah - if you don't mind, saer, I do believe our business is quite concluded, and I have other customers.


Seems hard to imagine your efforts haven't always been appreciated.


That's the only way to take 'em, isn't it?


I'm not <i>scared</i> of the authorities... but it'd be stupid to pick a fight with the Fist, right?


It's time we had a talk with her, don't you think?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


<i>Yes.</i> I have you now, petal. Don't worry. Auntie is going to take good care of you.


What? Those are children's toys - which means if a child had picked one up... I don't want to think about it.


How <i>dare </i>you?


Could the missing letters be over there?


Six months? We could be long dead before that long's elapsed.


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


I'm all right, I promise. I just wish...


With <i>your </i>encouragement, remember?


Yes! Now we're cooking.


Boo wonders if I should perhaps be carrying you instead.


A powerful ally. Well-chosen, Shadowheart.


SmileClosed<br>var 2


Enough, Yannis! Listen to yourself. You are defending a man who ritually slaughtered <i>your</i> high priest.


Strange. Is this disc marked with... githyanki glyphs? Time for a word with Lae'zel.


Another day, another fight.


I need help.


Can't slow down.


Scratch can't aid me just now - not while he's in the post house.


No more chopping veggies and getting a bollocking. It's sweet freedom for Bruno!


Nautiloid! Need to get to the brain - <i>now</i>.


My life will be coloured by blood-red and death-black. I must prepare for the battles to come.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Shh. Not a sound. Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.


<i>Shit. </i>This thing is chained up - keep them off me!


You're a vile blister - I shall prick thee.


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


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


It's full.


Gladly, but first I must return to the grove. As you made short work of the goblins' leaders, there's nothing stopping me. Come join me in your own time.


The bustle here takes some getting used to. A crackling fire and a tressym for company is usually more my speed.


You see, pain is a <i>loving</i> thing. But trying to explain it to these goblins has proven...


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


Only one Chosen remains - and that's still one too many.


Eiecto te!<br>v2


You <i>what? </i>No new darkcloaks have been sworn in for years here - not since I arrived.


The Five, my order of Father's spawn, were among the first to carve the philosophy that Sarevok's death began.


I never knew Selûne's followers were quite so wretched. Do as you please.


A grim sight indeed. My lungs already grow heavy with shadow.


I suspected you would return to me changed. Never did I imagine you would be so wretched.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Perhaps not. I think this sorry episode is best left out of the family history. Though it was quite the adventure.


That's why our every ounce of anything that goes boom is buried out in front of that gate.


<i>Stop - I'm the one keeping you alive! </i>


Perhaps even wield it.


The festival was put together to raise funds for the children, you see. Times are a touch tough at the moment.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Klaw! You idiot!


*You were seen vandalising someone else's property. Now would be a good time to justify your actions.*


*You escape across the rooftops of Baldur's Gate with the sure-footedness of a cat. The jingle of stolen gold and the fading cries of the City Watch are music to your ears.*


Vanra? That's a beautiful name. I hope I can tell her that someday.


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


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


*As he approaches, his foot lands on a dry twig, snapping it in half.*


*Stifled sobs.*


His tins of maggot meat, opened for the crows. No more pretending, no more hiding the skulls and bones he crunched to keep his grip choke-tight.


Here it comes.


If only I was mounted on that dragon.


Paper's printing right now, pal. Should be on the streets tomorrow.


Ut ventus!


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


Let's get out of here. Fast.


*Welcome the Rivington General, home to crafts by the ILLUSTRIOUS Gyldro Angleiron!! Speak to his ASSISTANT ONLY as Gyldro is SUPER busy!*


Slippery thing. Need to get a hold of it.


Listen, worm.<br>


Gith's son will soon ride against Vlaakith, Voss. And I will follow him into battle.


Effort v5


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Lord Bhaal will not be denied.


*The best resurrections are timely ones. Best not leave him there too long.*


I'm glad the gith prince is taking his fate so well. I'd be devastated if I was that ugly.


She exists in the moment, and she will burn out and be gone in a moment. There is something very beautiful about that.


Is anyone else's tadpole squirming around a lot more than usual?


Resarcio!


While two devils fight over a bone - well, we should just run away and let them sort it among themselves.


What comes next is on you.


Footprints! Leading right into that cave.


But never mind that. What can I do for you?


Oh, Barnabus. I'm so sorry, my darling.


Yet you were already mighty. And you would have been mightier still if you'd defied him and your 'urges'.


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


Broken. Must have been here a while.


If you refuse me, in mere moments, the thing that you've dreaded will finally come to pass.


My skill is required.


What are you doing?!


I wonder what happened to that drow.


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


Then your friend's dead. No one else will free them from that tadpole.


No, my friend. It is not the past I saw. But Dynaheir as she would have been. Should have been.


Wrong answer.


When I heard you died out in the wilderness, I made an offering at Kelemvor's well.


Don't mind if I do.


Tried to protect... Lorgan...


Bet this idol has a bit of divine spark left. Something Gale can use.


There is a weapon the Absolute seeks - I'm sure those wretches have it hidden away there. We will find it, amongst the dead and the ashes.


But, if you speak truth, perhaps I could... Jog that lazy memory of yours?


Hmm. Scratch marks on the floor...


Take that with a grain of salt. This is <i>Gortash </i>we're talking to.


*The pigeon carries itself with an air of dignity, its mannerisms stern and commanding.*


Especially now that she is motivated by the loss of the one she loved.


<i>Tsk'va. </i>You are no thrall - Vlaakith blesses me this day! Together we might survive.


The... the Absolute. Its voice was clear as crystal, beautiful as a nymph's smile. It showed me the darkest lies and convinced me of their truth.


Have you lost your wits?! You must not do this!


You appear to have <i>somatic</i> knowledge of the process, and yet you remain in possession of your cerebral faculties.


Yes!


Potiony.


Nine Hells!


Although you can read Infernal...


*You look at your companions. Sleeping. Helpless. How badly do you need to know?*<br>


...I do not know which army you fight for, but it is <i>not</i> my master's.


Get the bomb inside the Gondian facility, and - boom. Problem solved.


I'm off the clock. But this is Devella's pet project...


Our purpose is almost fulfilled. You must cleanse the weapon, as Vlaakith instructed.


Corpora sana!<br>v3


Didya see that? Beating a drunk man. What a hero.


I did it. I got out.


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


Cannot ask for help. Only take, if offered.


Huh. Looks gith-y. Lae'zel might know the ins and outs.


Hmm. I'm still missing the sussur bark.


*Taking this mace would surely lead to something quite disastrous.*


<i>Step lightly. Even here, we are not safe from the brain. </i>


And it's a powerful weapon to boot? Things are starting to look very interesting...


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


A tongue of pure silver. Take the lantern from the drider - you've earned it.


My lady - what is it?


I wonder what that did...


Attack<br>var 4


Isn't it obvious! I'm a... I stand on a stage, pretending...


Not that you'll be grateful.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Your curiosity is getting the better of you - do not let it. Stay away from the githyanki.


Rules are perhaps not always meant to be broken, but they are always intended to be <i>bent</i>. That kiss we shared wasn't my first, you know. Far from it.


Out of my way. I'll tear the horns off that bloody coward!


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


Still... takes steel to swagger in here. If you're half as tough as you think you are, I might have a job for you.


*Even at the height of your powers, you'd never have dreamed of commanding such a creature, or using its will to amplify your own. It's exhilirating, and in Mystra's eyes, <i>dangerous</i>.*


Buff


Very well.


We're not ready yet - we <i>must </i>find that spear.


Toril. One pebble among many.<br>


<i>When I first escaped from the elder brain, I searched for a new vessel. But the longer I inhabited this one, the more it grew on me. </i>


I'd understand. I mean, I <i>do </i>understand. I'm not possessive. And at the end of the day, I want you to do what you want to do.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 3


With difficulty - but I can help.


Loose stone - let's look.


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


Hurt Critical<br>var2


<b>OF</b>


There's a <i>bawdy</i> one?


Hmm. Thought that might've done something.<br>


Damn. I miss the furry fellow.


Now is <i>not</i> the time. Harpers, to arms!


Thou inglorious hog.


I won't begrudge Gale for winning you over. He does try <i>awfully </i>hard.


More pigeon remains... looks like it was dragged toward the temple.


Fancy amulet like this is probably enchanted. Gale, take a look.


The time has come.


Where has she gone, I wonder?


Darling, we're on this plane but for a blink of the eye. Why not get a little <i>luxurious?</i>


Ship's going to buckle. I need to get to the helm.


You... you are blessed, ain't ya? A <i>True Soul</i>?


The stars, I mean. I could take or leave your chin.


A friendly word. That word is 'hello, friend!'


Blood and chanting. What manner of service are we interrupting?


I'm! About! To! HURL!


Raphael hides nothing from me, can deny me nothing... aside from what he keeps in his safe.


A powerful asset. Just what are their intentions, I wonder?


<i>I don't know what your game is, but you can still redeem yourself if you follow my lead.</i>


I'm not one to placate a devil, but the last thing we need is an orthon for an enemy. Fought one once, and my back has never been the same.


Morere!


Invoco te!<br>v2


<i>Kill anyone who gets in our way!</i>


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


Cheers to the taxidermist - must've taken ages to stuff.


It could have been you. I can't bear to think about it.


Worthless slaves. Your incompetence has been my <i>ruin.</i>


Sir? Are we gonna have to fight hogboglins?


Love? Ah, well, I wouldn't go that far but... yeah. I'm worried about you, mate. Ship wouldn't be the same without you.


It is what I do <i>not </i>see that concerns me.


*It is unnecessarily odd. A small, noisy pest with a bushy tail.*


That corpse - it's Arabella's mother.


What in the hells - get back!


PainPretend<br>var 2


Those toys look like the ones from the barn. Better be careful.


She survived the druids' wrath, just to wind up like this. What a waste.


Where's our dream guardian?


Diminuo te!


Easy does it.


What do we have here?<br>


Cazador must be destroyed. For the safety of the city, and to make sure no one else must feel our pain.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Feculent beast!


Flagra!


A githyanki joining our company. Not a collaboration I'd have anticipated, but a welcome one nonetheless.


Still - only other stuff to read around 'ere is the filth Klagga scrawls in the latrines.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Strike them down. <i>Prove your faith.</i>


I promised I'd be back.


This is the spot Rugan marked. Doesn't look like much.


Lice-ridden cur!


Is that Shar's voice? Not present in person, surely...


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


<i>Defende nos ab imminentibus aequilibrio tuo.</i>


<i>Tsk'va! </i>Trickery, heresy, how did you -


Dying Panic Fall


Those corpses - looks like there was a duergar attack.


There you are.


Better be sure. We need every last copper piece to get started in Baldur's Gate.


Macte virtute!<br>v3


Your presence will be tolerated in their company, if you do not interfere with their holy destiny.


A century have I been subject to endless death - at hands so like your own.


Trapped... between two choices... I made a deal... to see my fate...


Feel that? Magic. A spell's sealed that chest tight.<br>


Non compos mentis!


Can't slow down.<br>


Not too soon, I hope. I've a craving for a soft bed, a hot bath and a large glass of Arabellan Dry - none of which I've ever found hidden under a log.


In a word, sir? Exquisite. Almost painfully so. My body burned like the noonday sun.


NO! FOR <i>MONEY</i>.


You can't die - not like this!


Oh, what fantastic news - just as I was worried I'd have to find a new broadsheet.


From their skin and their flesh. Now they serve me. Leave, before -


I've... already heard. Arabella. Nine summers old, and now she'll never see another.


PainTeeth<br>var 2


Heh.


So come on, darling. Let's show this world what monsters can do.


That was... unnecessary.


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 2


I come to offer solace. And warning. For the way is soaked in the blood of the desperate and the damned.


<i>Chk. </i>I'll clap when it's over.


You brought violence into my home. Know that I only leave you alive to fulfil your purpose against the Absolute - I make no promises for when all of this is done.


It's down to honest citizens like me to stand up for what's right, uniform or no. That lot round front - they've got it coming to them.


Try to keep up.


Irretio in sphaera!


Effort v3


Oh calm down, would you? It's all in your head.


Finish what you came here to do - I daresay you've done enough for me.


Esurio!


Hopefully this will all be over soon.


Seems like the domain of a well-versed scholar - and not a squeamish one at that.


How do you...?


Ugh. UGH!


Now, now. A True Soul ought to know their doctrine. I've picked a little up in my time here.


Looks like that hurt.


I doubt it too. But I haven't given up hope.


My power walks with you.


*Something revolts in your churning blood. Why hide what you are? You long to expose yourself.*


Obedi me!


There's endless wonder out there. Infinite possibilities. Perhaps fate will bring us back together, before the universe dims.


Bloody fool. That bomb was one-of-a-kind - I trusted you with it because you know what's at stake.


Chop. Chop. Help them. Become?


I will be unstoppable.


Actually, hells with this - the day I've had? You just lost your life too.


The elder brain uses the infected like puppets. Such tremendous power.


About Lae'zel - she posed a threat to me. I hope you understand that. She forced my hand.


My hamster's hopes are a heavy burden to bear. We <i>must not</i> let him down.


Archdruid! It is good to have you home. The new informants are... coming along.


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


Look at that. Red dragon. Evil, but beautiful.


<i>Time to bite, my owlbear friend!</i>


I will take my pick.


How about you? How did you survive the fall?


Invoco te!<br>v2


'Fraid not, saer. We're still gathering the, you know, special fluid.


My latest target is a devil, and I'm right on her tail. Once I'm through with her, she'll never escape the fires of the first hell.


Maybe you should listen to the rodent more often. Exclusively, even.


They're locked up in the cult's fortress, Moonrise Towers. And you're getting 'em out.


*Groan.*


Gods, I need a drink.


I heard what you did - about Dribbles. He is... was, a good egg. Thank you, for making sure no one else got hurt.


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


Moonlight, guidance, <i>tides</i>... how fascinating. Consider me converted, Selûne.


*You set your eyes on the various formulas and copious notes.*


Argh! You little -


<i>Don't be foolish. He is too unpredictable - he will only be a hindrance to us. </i>


Look, I'm just trying to do my job, all right?


*His eyes are unseeing, his voice silenced. But even with his mind caged, you can feel his power.*


And she, I think, will be happy to see someone <i>else.</i>


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


And?


Maybe the Stone Lord's bringing the battle to this place next. Fingers crossed, eh?


Her name is Vanra. She's seven years old, and has red hair - like me. We were in the Blushing Mermaid when she was taken - just up by the docks.


<i>Feels wonderful, doesn't it? You wear it well. </i>


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


It's too late - you can't appease them. We have to do what's right for <i>us</i>. The artefact stays with me.


Bhaalspawn? I'm not surprised. You've become death incarnate. Mighty, yes. And altogether unpredictable and intractable.


Mistook you for a corpse.


Silly wizards. Can't they ever use a simple lock?


Whoever's skulking - if you make me lose another damn spell, I'll club you instead. <i>Aye?</i>


Which worg upchucked you?


It looks good on you.


Snuffed out in an instant. They will never feed and never be hunted. And never have a chance to hew their own paths. Was it worth it, Astarion?


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


*There is an almost <i>admiring</i> thrum in the back of your mind. Your patron seems to enjoy a well-crafted contract.*


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


Hag's curse. It has all the hallmarks. Poor fellow.


A man does not return from the dead and becomes impervious to arrows out of nowhere. There is magic at work - strong, arcane, and most likely necromantic.


You louse, you mite!


Thank you for saving Cora - thank you <i>thank you</i>.


What the hells - there was a creature trapped inside.


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


We will find a way to save her, will we not?


At once.


Oh, you're a rare treat! Infernal gems, from the third layer of the Hells.


She's dangerous - and I couldn't call myself Captain if I stood by and did nothing.


Canto te!<br>v3


I'll get you out of there.


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


<i>Who is there? Who shall be my first meal?</i>


Are you -


You're the expert. Why don't you tell me?


Searching for... a weapon...


Keeping my head down.


Oh... do you actually want one? Sorry... erm... can't sell you any right now, but you can look! Mum'll be back soon. I mean - *ahem* - shopkeeper'll be back soon.


It saved her?


Just a brief respite.


The power I use to protect you, I stole it from someone. They want it back.


Better to keep that quiet, unless you want another look from the receiving end.


Let's see.


The archdruid's eyes and ears have fallen away in her absence. I am training new ones.


Malleus! v3


It's a shame, but then the curse of true originality was always to be undervalued.


You can say that again. He was the first and last undead to get that close to the Blade.


I don't mean this in a bad way but - are you the <i>real</i> 'Blade of Frontiers'?


Hey, you.


You can go when I'm through with you, little brat.


Commune with her as you see fit. I've no wish to stand between you and any inspiration she might deign to offer.


You're making a big mistake. And for what? There's no sense in this - no profit. Nobody goes against the Zhent and lives.


Bah - my people already know liberty. Once, the illithids enslaved us; thanks to Vlaakith, we remain free.


Strange. Why make a path from the Underdark to here?


Excuse me. This <i>prick </i>is busy. Why don't you and Barcus go entertain each other elsewhere.


Not goodbye. Not even close.


A venerated leader stands out among the Sharran warriors. Must have been a champion of Shar, perhaps a Chosen even.


A vampire?! No... he wasn't... was he?


Right up the stairs in his workshop!


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


*Snatching a holy weapon from a godly dungeon would be mischevious indeed, but the consequences... <i>disastrous</i>.*


Bloody fool. You don't scare me!


Kill them all! <i>Bhaal's will be done! </i>


I'm an <i>imbecile</i> - Mayrina was hexed mere days after the dragonborn appeared.


Are you joking? I ain't got a clue who you are. No way I'm leaving Rina to you.


Something I haven't shown anyone else.


For now, you've tipped the scales in your favour. But all it takes is a whisper for me to tip them back.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Ah, it'll keep. I have infernal iron to find.


Need any advantage I can get.


*You think of the thousands of souls down waiting in the Underdark. Lost, leaderless...*


*Here lies Melodia Thorm, beloved wife and mother. Ai armiel telere maenen hir.*


Looks empty.


No hesitation.


An unlikely place for such a fortunate find.


Dodge
v2


If only we were all given such a blissful passing.


Ahem.


Scratches that size... something powerful made these.


Hope you know what you're doing, Gale. I'm no paladin for Mystra, but she probably has good reasons for forbidding Shadow Weave.


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


Where are my smelling salts?


Not now, Morbus. There's too much to get done.


Steel Watch - cousins! Time to shine!


I will do it.


The customer is always right but also <b>wrong</b>.


Intruders! Up - UP!


Keep still!


I'm starting to feel less a protector of the people, and more of an errand boy.


AgreeOpen<br>var 3


-down-
             -down-
                           -down-


It's me, Arabella.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


This corpse... It's Arabella's father. The horror of his end I daren't contemplate.


*And smiles as she carves her name across your chest.*


Furious... she tried to disobey... not drink thinking creatures... he dragged her away...


I've been in worse spots, lad. Just follow my lead.<br>


This isn't a decision to take lightly. We should talk first.


Balduran and his winged ally admiring the fruits of their labour - the city itself.


Not now, perhaps.


GaspFrightened<br>var 2


Well - look at us. We've never been more powerful.


I said <i>out of my sight.</i>


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


Dead. Hopefully most of its friends are in the same condition.


W-what... what happened? Why do I taste copper...?


Inactive. I should look around.


Thou latrine-loving leper!


Nice amulet. Has a smack of the Gale-iness about it.


Those boots look quite special. Something for you, perhaps, Gale?


Virtus et scientia!


You have the smell - but I do not think so. You are not like the keepers here.


Yes - light. Something to cast off the cursed shadows.


Oak Father, preserve me.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


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


Oh? More steel than the entire Zhentarim? Cos that's who you're crossing if you try to scab me on a deal.


Do we ever.


Nothing else holds you on my watch.


I - I guess it's better that way.


Happily. But the next noisy bastard that comes through here gets gutted.


Ungrateful child. You could have wielded my spear, carried my voice. Instead, you are nothing. And I will leave you with <i>nothing</i>.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


<i>Cruel? </i>Imagine what they'd do to us, given half the chance.


And this is how you present yourself to me? Some ragged traveller? Have you fallen so low without me?


I <i>can't </i>stop you, in fact. Which brings me to my next problem...


Shht!


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


How's your head? That last mugger left a hell of a mark.


Are those... <i>organs</i> in these vials? Yuck.


Lovely. The webs are everywhere.


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


Lightning strikes. Drink up!


Right. A jester, are you? You must be vying for the lord's patronage too.


Voco murus!<br>v2


Ah, you're one of those.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


*A fey giggle sounds in the back of your mind - seems as though your patron enjoys a tricksy contract.*


Looking.


Closed Mouth Effort


You just don't understand.


Sisters. Speak the truth that I have taught you.


We're not in the clear yet. Keep sharp until we're standing on cobbles in Baldur's Gate.


That was <i>close.</i>


Stole my heart, and my pants...


I need a shovel to dig this up.


Fezzerk's the bossman. Talk to him.


My involvement with Orin was never a true alliance. A mad dog understands the yank of the leash and the hand of its master, but it cannot be an equal.


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


I pray your road is safe. If only I could walk it myself...


Sorry? Friend?


Careful, or I will take your toy away from you.


Listen. Marcus is a traitor. He's with the Absolute. We have to be ready to move in before he can stage an attack.


That's it - you're done for now.


<i>Nautiloid artillery. Steer clear!</i>


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


He was a good Harper. A good friend.


She's infected, aye - but she's not with the cultists. Helped me fight them off a while back, in fact.


They're right and we both know it. No manner of duke should be tied to a devil's leash.


You're a miserable bastard, you know that?


We have our own portal to take us back to Baldur's Gate.<br>


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


You will not walk out again.


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.


You might have your cloudy locks to keep the heat off your head, but do not forget that Minsc has Boo! We will be like twins, eh?


Falling<br>ver 1


Take heed, citizen - the traitor Florrick swings in the square. She won't be missed.


S'alright. I've been worse.


Hang on, we need to find a way out of this chamber as well!


Must you embarrass me in front of the city's lower life-forms?


This isn't for me.


Mind flayer machinery. Better watch what I touch.


You'll have all the answers you need once official investigations are concluded.


It'll come back to you. Maybe you'll recognise something we pass, or maybe we'll find out what happened to you.


We travel from plane to plane, thrilling all blessed to see us! From tempestuous djinni to belligerent redcaps - you'll find them all here.


You hear that? S'like... a swishing.


A hundred years of sickness, almost ended. I feel every root that riddles the earth beginning to unfold.


Breathe easy.


I saw our gith friend inspecting you.


Oh, worg-shite.


You and Lae'zel. Please tell me you're not saying what I think you're saying.


I knew you were smarter than you looked. Here, the gold as promised, plus a little extra for my favourite mommy-killer.


Run. Beg. It matters not - this ends now.


B-but - <i>you</i>, too, are important to Minsc!


I'll repay ya for the favour, 'ave no doubt.


The Steel Watchers are doing most of the good here, really. I'd love a gander at those schematics...


Stay out of my head!


That narrows our choices a little, but all right. What will you allow?


- but to be bathed in your warmth.


Time seems so infinite when you are young... a month is an age, a year is a lifetime... it is a strange feeling, to realise how little of it one might have left.


Hey! That is not how we share with friends.


Wait - I could help you find a cure... but I need to settle matters here first.


I'll catch up with you when it's time to camp, for now. But don't get to any of the fun stuff without me - got it?


*You know the creatures he describes - gnolls.*


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


And I don't want to give you a lashing, but I will, damn it.


Your companion vouched for you, but you're being watched. Respect our grove.


Master said bring him home. Master said to fight... Never forbade us from talking, though.


Better go help that wretch.<br>


Listen here.


I would think Netherese, but that's impossible. And yet...


Thou art saucy as gruel.


*Suffering. It rises from the foul ichor of the vast plains of Dis. The pain of the damned is your pleasure. Your soul cries for more, more, <i>more</i>.*


There is no better mirror in which to see the true nature of a killer than her victim.


*They're expecting a speech, something to stir their hearts and put fire in their bellies for the fight ahead.*


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


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


Need to find a way forward.<br>


Huh?


I hope to see both you and Halsin again soon.


You can no more control the Karsite Weave than a weather vane could control a storm.


Not much use for this slag. Nice speckles, though.


And another mask. How many are there?


Broken shackles, near-miss arrows, a trail of blood... looks like a gnome escaped.


Considering what I've seen? You'd be surprised.


Curious - what are those marks there?


She said she wouldn't be gone long... but that was a whole tenday ago.


You'd better have an inroad into the Upper City. We sold everything, but it still won't be enough.


You have made an ally from <i>Crèche K'liir </i>- few know such fortune. Call me Lae'zel.


What path lies before me?


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Yeah. Illy named me. Your friend, the arse-wipe, said it was fine.


Though in truth, I should not be surprised - she was always said to be formidable - and cunning. I could have learned much from her, no doubt.


Dodge


We'll take the Orphic Hammer, smash Orpheus' bonds, and slice him open on the spot.


A spy? Say a last prayer to your god, if you have one. You belong to us now.


Help the others - hurry!


You helped me. I help you.


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


Can't blame anyone for reacting with fear - but it might do to keep our condition on a need-to-know basis.


Password... <i>Sicarius</i>...


Why do beautiful people taste better? It hardly seems fair on the ugly - they have such wonderful personalities.


These flowers - what is this feeling?


A religion. Or a cult. All influenced by their Absolute.


If we proceed, we will be enthralled. You cannot allow that to happen - you must retrieve the stone!


<i>A worthy vessel. When your time comes, you will be a fine addition to our people.</i>


Soon, I'll deliver the crown to Mystra, and be rid of the orb at long last. I'll be free.


The task ahead is monumental. But you've proven that you have the resolve to do what must be done.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


You do not have an appointment. Yet you seek an audience with Mystic Carrion...


Try all of it. Every penny of civilian lodgings, anyway. Not like we'd lead him into the <i>private </i>vaults. But, still - lot of Baldurians waking up poor tomorrow.


Come back tomorrow for the next edition.


When we make it to the city, I'm going to bed with a bottle. I'll have bloody earned it. So will you.


Incredible. I feel so light, I swear I might fly.


Who's to say they would even have survived?


It wasn't the curse that did us in.


Best to stay clear, or be ready for a fight.


Oh. That's no fun. I was hoping for a good bit of gossip.


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


StrugglingOpen<br>var 3


GO WITH MY BLESSING, CHOSEN. TELL THE WORLD THAT BOOOAL IS COMING. SHOW THEM MY POWER.


Dolor!


*An unfamiliar presence caresses the deepest layers of your mind. You realise she's trying to detect your thoughts.*


Are those prisoners? What's been done to them?


Strange marking. What's it mean?


I am coming for you, my heart.


Let's get you up, dear.


The toymaker? Sorry - no can do. High-risk prisoner, no guests allowed.


This isn't what I expected... this is much more. <i>The Crown of Karsus.</i>


I... erm...


That symbol, in the blood... what does it mean?


Ketheric is vulnerable - all we need to do is strike.


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


<i>Dame Aylin! Lend me your sword!</i>


Consider my hackles raised.


Only one left to slaughter now. It's quite the habit we're building.


Although it's a shame about the book. No amount of wine is merrier than a roaring tale.


*Perhaps it is. But why take the risk? The Crown of Karsus has the power to free you from the orb's influence, should Mystra ever turn on you.*


Much more of this and the bridge will shake itself to splinters.


Dying Burning<br>v6


What beautiful music...


Goblins are ruthless, but have you <i>met </i>that kid? She'll look after Arabella. No doubt.


Let's see what you're hiding.


Those beasts are here for a reason.


And Ketheric - do try not to sulk. You're supposed to be the fearsome General, come to conquer the city.


Is that Shar? <i>The </i>Shar?


Very well.


Even though I know things between us are different, being with someone still feels... tainted. Still brings up those feelings of disgust and loathing.


I am no critic, but I've seen nobles throw coin at so pretty a piece as that.


I spent my life preparing for myself a death that none could look away from. The very <b>Gods, ALL OF THEM,</b> were forced to watch my fall at the Mana Forge.


Hey, True Soul - what's the word?


I feel... emptied. Like I've lost something important...


We are a long way from the battlefield, Gruumsh-sworn. Step lightly, but know you are welcome here.


<i>Connect the nerves! We will connect them!</i>


Well that depends. What's wrong, lovie?


Rest in peace, Ansur. This is probably not the end you deserved.


Sometimes the only way out is through.


Fiat voluntas dei!


Oh, my slippery arse. I just realised where we are.


Risen road... cross wooden bridge...


All right, let's go.


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


This fight's over, but there will be more.


Gods, I knew I should've done this <i>before</i> I got here.


Incredible. How old <i>is</i> this place?


Can't read this script.


True Soul? Absolute? What did they mean?


I'll strike you down.


By my will!


Your untrained eyes deceive you.


So you can lap me up like dessert, but a <i>meal </i>together is taking things too far?


It does...


There must be a way to get them out. Someone else find a way out of here!


All right, then.


Although I should probably get dressed first...


Piss-addled pontificator.


Ex Textura!<br>v2


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


Something seems different. I don't know what. But I do know it's something.


<i>Its rebellion against Orin and Gortash has been fierce. Even as it executes their final orders. </i>


Diminue!


A diabolist's shop! <i>On your guard</i>, Boo - they like to use noble little hearts in their filthy rituals.


I remember you, but you're different... <i>very </i>different. I used to call you something else, didn't I?


And you - keep your distance. No need for this to get messy.


We argued about it for hours. Then she took the dowry and left.


*Grunt.*


Boo has not given you leave to die.


That might be worth a look.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


Keen to talk.


*The spiders scatter, but your hand comes up empty. Was the bag a trick of the light?*


Attack<br>var 4


Never a dull moment.


Are you ready to transform?


The Absolute - that's the mystery god Sazza mentioned. Eerie common ground, if you ask me.


Your trip to the Towers, for one. And what you plan to do there. A True Soul with a mind of their own...


Yes, Orin has taken the bear-druid. But he is our comrade - and so we are going to save him.


That was almost too easy.


<i>The great dragon? It cannot still be alive after all these years.</i>


I see. I suppose I am asking you to take a leap of faith even the most loyal of companions might struggle to land gracefully.


And he is not alone. Karlach is right beside him, in body, mind, and blade.


Good luck to you. Wish us a little too. I think we'll all need it.


Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.


But where are our children? What of their fate?


You're just jealous. You lost your chance. You're not part of the family anymore.


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


I need her alive - stow that blade or I'll show you just how messy things can get.


Then learn to tame your tongue. I will ask one last time: <i>have you brought the weapon?</i>


Whatever the Absolute it, it certainly seems to command a lot of devotion.


Melania. Ketheric's wife. She loved him - before he sold himself to the Absolute.


Attack


Glacies!


We need a way out. Now.


Keep steady. We're closing in.


Take what you need, and we'll do the grand reunion when you come back for good.


Demento te!


It seems you've helped to weed out the weak links, kin. The <i>Kith'rak </i>will thank you - you may see her now.


I'm butting in.


I am Halsin, First Druid of the Emerald Grove - and I owe you my thanks.


Greet the bloodless dawn, child of none.


Is Lady Mayrina all right? Can Kled help? Kled wants Lady Mayrina to be all better.


Oh, as well as can be expected when facing down the end of the world.


Oh, hells. Something just woke up...


I knew I was in for something exciting from the moment we first met! Don't disappoint me now!


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


We've been told to expect you - head on through.


PainPretend<br>var 3


Am I... <i>explosive?!</i>


*Andreas Lotur, beloved of Cyrrollalee. May we keep your hearth warm.*


Could be useful.


Mors animae!<br>v3


The light of life.


Has the tadpole ravaged your senses? Sympathy will not lead us to purity.


Para bellum!<br>v2


<b>Join the Dread Lord's fell embrace.</b>


Ira et dolor!


Beating thee would soil my hands.


Should have watched your footing.


I have... strayed, it is true. But I have returned to make amends. I will put my fate in the Mother Superior's hands, and trust that Lady Shar will guide her.


No. We're taking it back to camp - Zevlor will know what to do with it.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


A young cave bear - killed and stuffed before its teeth were fully grown.


GO AWAY.


Damn it all.


...and mirrored. Take it - you will find it useful. What you do with it... that will be up to you. Same as before.


Oi!


Minsc believes in you! Boo told him to.


Eiecto te!<br>v2


We'll both of us stand by you when the time comes to put down the horror that threatens this city. We are your allies for life.


Snore
zzZzz


Gods, it's done. It's <i>over</i>. Just... just give me a moment.


Who's this supposed to be? Statue looks ancient.


I shall move there.


Here. It's faint thanks compared to what you've done for us, but it's what we have.


Why'd ya open my cage? Think we're gonna be friends?


VO_SFX : Downed v4


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


*He relaxes, an appreciative squeak escaping his tiny mouth.*


Nur. Sery. Here. They become.


Do they speak true, Gale? You truly believe yourself capable of wielding Karsus' Crown?


Looks like that dragon destroyed the road.


No. This place is a death trap. Let us leave - immediately!


Stop bleeding!


Please. <i>Speak </i>to them before you do anything. They deserve a chance to plead their case before being blown to pieces, don't you think?


There's no time to waste - seize what you can carry!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Closer... I need to get closer!


Maledicte es!<br>v2


Still me - even after everything.


Submit to Lord Gortash! Submission is salvation!


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


We were ambushed out in the cursed lands - cultists of this Absolute. Zevlor froze, begged us to surrender, but...


It never <i>ends.</i>


That door is saturated with necrotic magic. Best keep my distance.


Move, <i>hoon</i>. I don't have time for <i>drugnin' </i>outsiders.


I wonder what was so subversive about their words that they commanded protection.


Please - I can't go much further. Light up the darkness...


Matters need attending.


This view's almost worth the walk.


*Everything you did, everything you sacrificed - it was worth it, for this.*


Whoops - I think you meant 'purple'.


*There was always going to be a moment when your sacrifice caught up with you. A threshold beyond which you would have to venture alone. This is that moment.*


I do admire your directness, though. Quick and to the point.


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


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


The local customs are... veiled to me. Are you sure this is wise?


Whatever happens, I'll make the right choice.


We used to have a drow comedian. I had to ask her to stop casting Tasha's Hideous Laughter on the audience.


Of course. Didn't mean to hold out on you, ma'am.


Now <i>where </i>is my good hat? I wager the kids were playing dress-up again...


You napping?


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


A vampire in our midst this whole time. Just what we need.


Listen.


None of your business! Now -


Hurt Critical<br>var2


I'll take the pain away.


And we are in! That wasn't too difficult.


<i>And you look a tasty treat... </i>No, Chessa, NO. Gods, if I could only think, but this <i>hunger</i>...


Say - is that Gale's tressym? I wonder what it's doing out here.


A doppelganger. DRIBBLES LIVES, BOO! Or. Perhaps he was simply killed by someone else.


City... under... city...


Please stop reminding me of things to worry about. I'd like to get <i>some </i>sleep tonight.


*You saved the world without resorting to destroying a large piece of it. You defied Mystra's wishes... but achieved what she desired. Could it be that you have earned forgiveness...?*


Ta!


Speaking of - we don't have time to gabber. You'd best move on.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Far be it from me of course, to question your tastes.


SmileClosed<br>var 2


Does it matter? We managed to stop it.


Do you mind? I am <i>trying </i>to work.


Are you planning to share the last of that wine?


A good opportunity.


Did you have any strange dreams of late...? <i>Vivid </i>ones?


A clown's foot, displayed like a butcher's offering.


Common sense at last. Let's get out of this death trap.


Hmm. I smell the outer planes on you. Mystra, then, is it?


You are perfect, every time.


Add a little bite.


*The myconid circle does not recognise your 'mercy' - but you will know its justice.*


More where this came from.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 3


Let us not linger here - we've come too far to be thwarted by a few metal bars.


Isobel - cleric upstairs in the inn. Without her blessing, those shadows'll be all over you.


Bah - think if you must. The chance will pass come light of day.


I have standards.


I always loved this park. Spent a lot of time here as a boy battling imaginary monsters.


Thaniel is no ordinary child - he is the very spirit of this land. If this Fist knows where he is, then perhaps we can save him... save everything.


You killed not only Cazador, but also his wretched creations. I admit, I expected less.


Para bellum!<br>v3


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


Morbidus!


'Those who draw breath, embrace death.' Not just a pithy aphorism, as it turns out.


*You can make no sense of the symbol.*


Buff


<i>This is it - its will is weakening!</i>


It's broken, but not too badly.


Do what must be done. Become illithid, and we can end this.


Looks like there's a chest buried in that hay.


Magis amica veritas!


I have the magic touch.<br>


Te video!<br>v3


There it is. Of course.


I - no. No, you misunderstand, boy. I did that for you. Because I could not see you suffer.


We'll need to track down the rest before we see the ringmaster.


*Your bribery has only made things worse. Your life is the only acceptable payment.*


SmileClosed<br>var 2


The prince is a powerful shield - and a powerful weapon.


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


I wager that blade has a mighty enchantment. Gale could tell me more.


Attack


You hoped a druid as powerful as Halsin might be able to remove your tadpole. But he couldn't.


Good luck. If you fail, well - I suppose we'll be seeing you again in here.


Cave circulum!<br>v2


<i>Qun'irel!</i> The Inquisition have more to worry about than who you talk to in the corridors.


Spend enough time in this place, and you might just start to believe them.


I convinced them that a true artist cannot perform in captivity, and so we agreed to proceed on a <i>mutually </i>beneficial basis.


This does not belong to me.


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


A shrine. Looks forlorn.<br>


Keep quiet.


So many authentic devillish items - a diabolist's at work here.


Alan Alyth finally managed to rent out his whole upper floor, I hear. Maybe now he'll be able to afford to get it renovated. So shabby!


Ah, fleeing from battle. And I thought desecrating those graves was a low point.


We'd be fools to retaliate against Cazador by night. But we shouldn't wait long past morning - I doubt the homecoming he plans for Astarion is a happy one.


Ketheric Thorm, leading Shar's forces. Quite the about-face for a warrior of Selûne.


Nobody gets in. Zevlor's orders.


Very well, I'll do it. I suppose I can find some way to make it good with the crew.


The platform's already here.


Must still be tired. Poor Scratch.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


Of course you can...


Attack<br>var 3


'Rite of the Timeless Body'. An old druid ritual - I'd best ask Jaheira about it.


I got the brand to prove it. What do you got?


No arguing. Just tell me you're well.


*We offer ourselves to the darkness, that blessed Shar may give us her mercy.*


Ex Textura!<br>v2


What a shot.


Wow, what a crossbow. Looks more Sharran than duergar, if I know my weapons.


Ah, yes, but will your magic cure your ills or turn you blue?


My patience wanes.


From your pocket to mine.<br>


Damn. I swore I'd never come back to the Hells, and here I am.


Let's turn the tables.


I'm a hungry lady. I don't think I have it in me to share. Not now, anyway.


You could do so much better, Milord.


Little Vanra was so very tasty - I'd hate for her to go to waste.


Lassandra...


Caeco te!<br>v3


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


A diabolist's shop! <i>On your guard</i>, Boo - they like to use noble little hearts in their filthy rituals.


Beating thee would soil my hands.


<i>The contract you never should have signed.</i>


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


He's a lovely man, Simon, but he's seen better days. Please, try not to disturb him.


That must have hurt.


I hear shouting. Someone needs help.


Invoco te!<br>v3


Almost time to knock off for lunch!


We have the Duke's full support. For the good of the people. <i>Our</i> people.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


Doing all right, Gale?


Omnia mutantur!


His love, Karlach, perished with the expiration of her heart. Though Astarion doth hold hope that there is life after death for her yet - after all, there was for him.


*Bones snap as the hyena is hollowed from the inside out, forming a vessel for something new.*


*That might work on more <i>gullible</i> individuals, but this guard sees right through you. You're under arrest.*


How could you, Shadowheart?


Mystra was never worthy of your devotion, Gale. She will rue the day she turned on you, I am sure.


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


It's done, Shadowheart.


I still hear it. Still see your eyes go dead, and you... you butcher them. Everyone around you.


You'd have to be a fool to pick a fight with that lot. Best to keep away for now...


Monsters. Fit for gutting and grinding and desecrating the dead. He constantly abuses us, makes us do the worst things you can imagine.


I can't say for sure, but we've come through a lot already. It would hardly do to fail now.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Shoes. Where are my boots?


Help them. Then home.


At least one threat to Baldur's Gate is gone - that gaudy circus gave me a headache.


That's it - you're done for now.


I'll look forward to the next 'last kiss'. And the one after that.


If this is what it has come to, then... so be it. You'll need to draw her attention.


SmileClosed<br>var 1


Makeshift graves. Whoever laid these people to rest was in quite a hurry.


The Undercity. Father always warned me not to go poking around here - and for very good reason.


<i>I hope this is important, Blurg. My zurkhwood samples need constant attention.</i>


Rest in peace.


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


What sorcery are you playing at? Boys - destroy them!


Hm. Not working right now.


That contraption from Voss is sounding out. Odd.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Death becomes you.


The forge at the blacksmith's house should do.


We weren't whispering. Not us.


Effort v8


How about I sell you a copy, and then you can draw on it all you want?


I protect my master. What becomes of <i>his </i>master, I care not.


Something about that blade seems familiar...


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


Cough_Ill<br>Var 4


No time for that.


Free from the curse, now - perhaps she'll find peace.


Video veritatem!


So unless an honest effort is made on your part, I don't think we'll be travelling together much longer.


Tsk'va. You faithless snake.


Never a dull moment.


Buff


Moyra... yes - no. I don't know. I think I remember a face. Smiling, young, then older, then ill, then...


I don't know what's happening there, but I'm glad it's not happening to me.


There are inscriptions like this all over the palace. Cazador strictly forbade us from learning the language.


No sweethearts, no. I prefer them savoury.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 3


Attack<br>var 3


Heretics. Blasphemers! Kill them all!


Make your choice. Endure the consequences.


Huh. Haven't seen that game in years.


Effort v5


That noise - it's coming from the gith knight's trinket.


A nice cosy fire. If only I had time for a nap.


Good. You heard them, child. You're free to go.


You had a mission, but did you succeed? Or did you stray? I sense delusion in you, girl; ambition that far outpaces your mettle.


Not with you, just to be clear.


Not working.


I think you are thinking too much, my friend - that is why your brain-worm grows fat, while mine own withers from starvation.


Diminuo te!


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


<i>Enough. Close your heart to her craven words. Strike! Strike and rise!</i>


Prisoners. Not long for this world.


<i>Chk</i>. Balduran abandoned his own city, leaving the dragon to guard it. A dereliction of duty, at best.


Then I'll have to see what price your head fetches. <i>Zavagh!</i>


Consuming Gold<br>var 3


Leaving. Fresh meat someplace else.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


CoughIll<br>var 3


I smell a fight brewing.


Glue and optimism are holding this thing together.


Away with you, then! I have no desire to bear witness to such a distasteful process.


Not enough that the Guild will have my head for this - you want to leave my little ones copperless too?


This will do.


Of course you don't. Sarin, Bareki, and I made our coin by going unnoticed. The finest thieves in the city - until we messed with Gortash and he sent the cult after us.


It's clear - my needs, my desires, mean nothing to you. We had a connection, and you've severed it.


Effort


Hey - I know you! You're -


In another life, I would've liked to... well. It doesn't matter now. Good luck, Karlach. And thank you. Again.


The weapon's stopped glowing. Curious.


*Surely destined for the slaughter. What would be more perfect than to die by your love's side, and know love was not enough?*


Voss was set to meet someone in Sharess' Caress. That's just outside the city proper.


Hands off that!


What are these grey feathers?


Weak


Hm. Now what?


Buddy the dog is my very best friend. Do you know why?


Dying Burning


Seems simple enough.


Praise the Absolute! She will reward us well for this exquisite carnage.


Idle lives do not make for happy heroes, nor doth time change them. Minsc doth reject the tedium of sedentary life, and adventureth yet in search of souls to save.


Thou quivering plague rat!


What... what happened?


That doesn't look comfortable.


Circulus mortis!


Perhaps they did - ours was a small community, spread thin.


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


Minsc's skull has been split many times. But never with quite a sting such as <i>this</i>.


I am disappointed that we could not extract it alive. It would have been an exceptional specimen.


We gain nothing by chasing strangers. Only a githyanki crèche holds our cure.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


These boots have seen everything.


On your command, Counsellor.


Could you give us a moment? Please?


Whatever your business, a warning: none may speak to the prisoners - Disciple Balthazar was most clear.


Trust us to see it through, Counsellor.


One last thrust and I'll be free of you. I'll never have to fear you again.


Go on!


Crescit eundo!


Victory v4


Never mind.


Through here? You must be funnin'. Lads - attack!


We know where he plans to hit next - a little operation the Guild have running in the city's Counting House.


No, no, no...


Must be close if it's hitting that hard.


Speak, oathbreaker. I will hear you.


I'd guess you're no willing guest of the <i>ghaik</i> either.<i> </i>Perhaps we might aid one another.


Oh, she probably wandered off to kill something adorable.


Looks like an ambush. A clumsy one.


Laughter


You may as well suggest a wyvern bow to worms.


Got yourself in trouble?<br>


The artefact is all that matters. Do you remember who sent you to retrieve it?


I'm only here out of necessity. I saw your fire in the dark, and I'm, well, exhausted. I need somewhere safe to rest.


Call me selfish, or old-fashioned, but I cannot agree to that. Either we dedicate ourselves to one another, or this ends here.


Hells. If Smug could see me now.


Te video!


Let's give them a hand, shall we? Only decent course of action, if you ask me.


Still warm to the touch, if you can believe it.


Thank you for cutting those creatures down, truly. Gods know what would've happened if you weren't here.


*Your minds become one. The man sees a familiar figure in your thoughts: red skin, curled horn. Karlach.*


We're in this together, theoretically. You should have confided in me sooner.


I must be as a stone. Silent. Ignored.


Oh! Bravo! Bravo! You are growing up to be a fine fellow of the most degraded calibre.<br>


But... maybe I'll let you buy it back. I have a job needs doing.


Knife it. And don't get caught.


Whatever Marcus hid beneath, it isn't budging.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v2


Next you must unthread the purple seam that seals it in a counter-clockwise fashion. Do not touch any other coloured strand.


Forget it. I've bigger problems than your poor choice of disguises. We both do.


Huh. There's something about it, isn't there? Can an object have <i>magnetism</i>?


Victory v2


<i>SICARIUS!</i>


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 3


You have to return to Avernus - for good - or this thing is going to burn you up from the inside out. And sooner than you think.


I thought you hunted devils, Wyll. Not innocents. Were all those people in the druid's grove monsters? Or is the only monster <i>you?</i>


Don't mind me, ma'am.


It... stills the Weave... protects me from... the others...


You're having lunch with me, you know.


For the fallen.


For the best. The <i>ghaik</i> earned its fate.


Ehh, kitchen's closed.


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


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


I've been running since Elturel - and when we finally arrived in the grove, we found danger there, too.


You want to handle Minsc? Then handle him - before I do.


Bloody roof duty. Shite all worth watching up here.


Come on, open up.


Then I will give you that, and more. I will burn you, bite you, brand you with the wounds of my obsession.


You're better off not raising any suspicions. Trust me.


Carrion's dead - and with his heart destroyed, he'll stay that way.


What can a worm teach others but how to crawl? Shadowheart has no need of your 'instruction', Viconia.


Return when the deed is done.


Giant space hamsters? An interesting form to take in wildshape, I daresay.


I'll be at your back in our next fight. Remember that.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Beldron - thank Ironhand!


Inquisitor W'wargaz will be honoured to meet you. <i>Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith.</i>


<i>My past is past. </i>


By the Exile - what <i>was</i> that?


I think it says Bladder's Gate, Boo. We should not go there.<br>


Bah! Ruthless slaughter, neither efficient nor artful.


We're, eh, working hard for Absolute. Hope you spare a good word for us.


Domination. Slaughter. Mountains of corpses, you standing atop them.


Stop talking an' shoot me. If you even can.


Let's do what we have to, then get out of here.


Hello? Anyone out there?


I wish I had half the power settled folk think my people possess. Alas, I am a simple wanderer.


The bad blood must be purged. A duel, come first light.


Lord Enver Gortash at your service.


No - I won't hear of it. Not until we know there's absolutely no other way.


On the hunt.


I can still remember a time when it was the editor's judgement we feared most.


I just... I just remember digging.


Surely you have <i>something</i> better to do.


You too. I've come a long way since we last met. Decided I was sick and tired of feeling stupid. <i>Helpless.</i>


We must ignore it, deny it. This power is nothing but a symptom of disease. And every use will sicken us further.


I should hurry - now is my chance to free Vanra.