One cannot embrace a viper - only get entangled by it.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


I've been worried sick!


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 3


Back to the anus that spat you out.


This is a Harper emblem. What was she doing <i>here?</i>


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


Vermin. As feral as they are useless.


Extra Recovered


Something's off. Pure shadow - around me, inside me.


*You drag your tongue in a winding line from beneath her earlobe down along her collarbone.*


And with a familiar face in tow.


I don't see one...


--cannot-
    ---WILL NOT--
-submit--


You can't swing a greataxe without hittin' a pocket-runt. Stickshit won't be missed.


Don't mind if I do.


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


I have only a moment. And you, <i>Hshar'lak</i>, will listen.


I miss Mol...


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


Bloody fool. May the Black Hand take you.


Get back!


Greetings, stranger. Say, have you visited the wishing fountain? Lovely place.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


An easy fix. Hopefully.


*The inscription on this bust reads 'Mordoc SeLanmere'. Whoever that was.*


Took new path... found monastery...  remembered...


And why exactly  should Mystra have any say on what I do with Crown?


To illithids, yes. He would gladly execute the Emperor.


Why, the Baldur's Mouth Gazette, of course! I would <i>certainly</i> recommend picking up a copy in the near future.


You'll need to end things with Wyll, of course, but I'm sure he can find somewhere else to bury his blade.


<i>Ngh</i> - more visions. Hells' things, imps' wings!


I have it.


<i>I will remember you said that. </i>


Hurt


Bah! It looks like a halfling, but it speaks like a beast.


I'll be waiting.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 2


Obedi me!<br>v2


<i>I</i> think she's got a reason to feel that way.


*You're not sure what you expected. After all, she's not deigned to speak with you for some time.*


Can't beat you too hard, though. Got to keep you alive for what comes next.


On my way.


Listen.<br>


The psionic detector alerted us to the githyanki attack. Looks like Voss was good for his word.


These sigils and chains... I sense a druidic hand in them. An attempt to subdue something.


I've never seen anything like it - why can't they just let us in?


I'm not built to crouch.


There's a darkness coursing through those vines.


Ugh, that stench. Body must have been here a good while.


Gods above - I said <i>buy</i> me. If you didn't have the coin, you might have just said.


Commander Portyr says she already has some 'investigators' she trusts. Soft-talking namby-pambies, I'd wager.


*You find the edges of a concealed entrance.*


Careful. This thing's warded with a magic spell.


Bet I can crack that open.


It seems to be inert. Are we supposed to wake it up, somehow?


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


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


A righteous and furious ally. Impressive.


What's this? A book with a twist.


<i>Nnnearrgh!  </i>You said on three!


Not the place or manner in which I thought you'd learn it, but yes - I worship the Dark Lady.


So you would kill him. He is Gith's heir! You'd be the githyanki people's betrayer. You'd be my betrayer.


Ugh - the scraps of a Nightfall feast.


Something's buried in the dirt. Is that a <i>femur?</i>


Be careful, your gloriousness. Someone's got it out for us.


Nature can provide for the cub. Perhaps it'll live.


The alchemist... does not brew for flavour. Agh.


Shout


We might not have forever, but we do have all the time we need.


Bunch of empty boxes and spiderwebs. Guess Lolth's cultists haven't been back here in a while.<br>


You are welcome.


You would ask me directions? How vexingly mundane.


Damn vermin.


*And then it hesitates, gleaming muzzle sampling your scent as if in... recognition?*


There's got to be another way in.


There you are. Enough games, cursed one.


A scrying eye - or whatever's left of it.


Go on, hop to! Ain't a one o' them I'd like to keep waiting.


Ab uno disce omnes!


Well hello.


*You are blessed by Lolth, and her spiderlings of cruelty, lust, and ambition seem to hatch in your chest and skitter along your nerves.*


That's impossible. Reynash was on duty the whole -


Horribilissimus!


- and he's been a <i>very</i> good boy.


Who the hells poisoned 'em?


So powerful he may be past our ability to fix this.


Wait - why did my collar just vibrate?


*The machine lashes out aimlessly. Your right temple burns, then numbs. Part of you is gone - a part you can no longer recall.*


Doing Balthazar's bidding sickens me, but if it gets us closer to Ketheric, so be it.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


*This tombstone shows only the graven initials 'M.T.'*


Not keen on fighting its allies. Should've figured.


No! I can't make it out by myself. I'll perish in here!


Of course it's dangerous. One of them carved up Zorru's whole squad.


Don't stop singing...


<i>Shuugaan, a shuulkac...</i>


Signum arcanum!


Sol Invictus!


Oh. All right. Erm. I'll go but. Well. Bye.


Not to rush you - but if you planned to dine on tadpole, this might be the moment!


<i>Surrender. You have already failed. </i>


Zhentarim thugs passed through here. Oathless curs, the lot of them.


So our terms have concluded, my little morsel. But there's one last favour I might ask:


The Absolute is waiting.


Oh when has the world ever given a damn about 'fair'?


But you have rid this land of your old master, so... consider things settled between us.


Ex nihilo!


Are you here to help Mayrina or simply irritate me?


Entharl's no Harper, and claims no love for those who are. But he's been known to shelter us when we need it.


But the one inside's chosen you as an ally, protects you with their power.


Should never have come ashore.


Whatever fits in that socket must power this thing.


Inexpugnabilis!


Orin's own Butler. Isn't it meant to be undying?


Try it, ya uppity shit, see what happens.


Looks like all those moon plates can be turned.


There's an inscription on the ring. Looks like the same language as that book from earlier.


I am the product of an ingenious bit of magic performed by Master Lorroakan. I am blessed with sufficient intelligence to adequately run and protect this shop, Sorcerous Sundries.


<i>ROAAAAR!</i>


Let's see.<br>


I will not sacrifice this city just so you can die a martyr. We <i>will</i> find another way.


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


Wow! He really captured you. Beautiful.


No invite, no entry.


Avernus was bad. But being here and unable to touch you for so long was worse, damn it.


This is Mol's eyepatch - what's become of her?


<i>For how much longer? Long enough to finish what you started? Long enough to get back your heart? Fat fucking chance.</i>


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


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 1


You rejected your duty. You spurned my embrace.


Not without you.


I believe we are only beginning to understand what he is capable of.


Gore everywhere. This tiefling met a vicious end.


Argh! How DARE you!


You took this spirit's life, and thus, its voice. So, speak for it. How was this pitiable creature slain?


*You realise the illithids locked her away not as a trophy, but as a fine vintage.*


*As her agitation swells, so does her latent psionic power. To your tadpole, that guilt and terror are almost... <i>fragrant.</i>*


My first concern.


<i>Consummatum est - ego cecidi.</i>


Effort v7


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


Dark enough for you, Shadowheart?


Dolor!


You did. But that's fine - there's still time.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


*Around his neck is a collar, etched with a name - 'Scratch'.*


Absolutely not. We've hit our quota for mangy strays.


<i>I </i>am <i>different. Better.</i>


You will kill many, I have no doubt. But should you fall... I hope it's quick. Thank you.


Be there at once.


There's bound to be a settlement somewhere along this river...


Gods above, you're alive. A little light, just as the day seems darkest.


Pulso!


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


There. It's done<i>. Good.</i>


But if you're not here to see Godey, why are you here, little one?


We've been walking around with a vampire all this time?!


Worth grabbing.


Of course, there are different vintages. Young noble is wonderful if you can get it, but crone has its charms too.


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


*They thank you and mark the destination on your map, should you lose the way.*


Minsc's skull has been split many times. But never with quite a sting such as <i>this</i>.


*The guard is busy with their patrol and has no time for idle chatter.*


I... ? <i>How can you tell?</i>


Very well - if you are fit to lead, our victory will be the proof!


Talking statues are never a good sign.<br>


Haven't seen anyone but us. It's just wilderness out here.


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


He came a couple times for soup. Potato chowder was his favourite. Didn't seem the murderous type - but what do I know...


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


I can't - I can't take this darkness. I need some light.


This is your own judgement of yourself. Embrace the truth your heart shares, however painful.


Humour that thing if you must - just as long as you're ready to cut it down to size if it shows any sign of betraying us.


Snore
zzZzz


Nothing but dirt.


Go! Run! I can make it!


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


A letter from Orin. What does she want?


How else was I supposed to see their optics!


My darling, of course! I want nothing more.


Horribilissimus!


Effort v4


This would be the worst time to take a nap.


Now! How can I help you?


No more prayers... only silence and dust.


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


Hardly the intelligent way to solve your problems. I suggest we seek out their healer, then move swiftly onwards.


My daughter's life returned. Her heart beating once more.


*The water elemental's form shivers before you, a damp patina dripping off your skin.*


Resentment will spring up like mushrooms no matter what I do. You cannot please everyone and you'd be a fool to try.


You'd have to be a fool to pick a fight with that lot. Best to keep away for now...


What's a fort like this doing in the Underdark?


*Yes, you feel hate. And you deserve to be punished for it.*


I would have been compelled to offer a prayer to Shar here once... but no longer.


Well, it feels rubbish. I miss <i>my </i>roof-nest.


Goblins ahead!


An efficient solution. Sensible, even.


Weapon blueprints? Looks like this sussur bark might come in handy.


You're hurting. Let me help.<br>


I hope your goddess is pleased.


Well tell your mates to keep their hoes out of Baldur's Gate.


Can't a captain be bloody hungover in <i>peace</i>? Oh - why, hello there.


Hm. What sort of 'curio shop' has authentic infernal objects?


Take cover - they strike from the skies.


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


By any account, I should have slit you open from scalp to stomach and watched you drain.<br>


Victory<br>


This corpse has been desecrated - <i>displayed. </i>And there's nothing random about it.


There is, actually.


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


SurpriseOh<br>var 2


I can't use this at the moment.


Go on.


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


It's uncooperative.


Some healing for a wizard in need?


No, your boss is <i>me</i> now - Master Figaro said so.


Praise Kelemvor! I died a thousand times, yet somehow, I live!


Attack Critical<br>var2


Right. Fantasies.


'Archduke', 'king', it's all the same. It's always some rich prick in charge.


To speak thusly takes little of my effort. Besides, what better use is there of time than discourse?


Not seen a face like yours in all of Grymforge, <i>clan-sen</i>.


My blood is... explosive?! This could make feeding complicated...


Baldur's Gate's never going to be safe with the Absolute out there - why would the Gazette lie to an entire city?


Falling


I'd rather you stick to my script, but you do have an unfortunate tendency to improvise.


- squeeeeze, like so -


Party pooper. An' I thought 'alflings were s'posed to be nice.


You were never on my good side.


If my ancestors were here, they would eat you alive - literally.


Sounds like a fight. What's going on?


I don't know what drives a man to consider his own death, among countless others, to be an appropriate exchange for his goddess' forgiveness.


Come, follow me. I might be able to help.


You're not using this anymore...


Curious setup. Think I'll keep my distance.


Look at that.


Do it. Do it now. Evolve.


These chambers are much changed.


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


It is the perfect time for whatever was between us to die.


Hostium munera!<br>v2


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


Oh. That's disappointing. I prefer it when my clients put up a fight...


I only heard your breath and your voice.


The map shows tunnels beneath a temple. Catacombs perhaps? The name Father Lorgan is written beside.


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


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


Irretio in sphaera!


No lock, no handle. How does it open?


While the iron is hot.


<i>The cellars are just down the stairs - there you'll find my old lodgings.</i>


Unlocked. Good.


*Your brain twists and stretches under the Watcher's gaze. The pain almost brings you to your knees before fading.*


Don't do it...


Pantella's in a mood. Don't get in that Fist's way when she's in a mood.


Tight fit. I barely got through.


Don't worry, kid. In Baldur's Gate, purses practically grow on trees.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Argh! You wretched little -


Pipe down!


*For a moment, there is ecstasy as she finds a mirror to her own desire, but then your mind is pulled taut, stretched thin.*


Effort v12


<i>Chaos, everywhere. Need to find a way through.</i>


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


In the dark again. Damn this curse.


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


No time for mercy.


Only return if you <i>have</i> the weapon. I will not tolerate insubordination.


*The passage narrows and bends - you're shoulder-deep when your fingers brush against a fleshy tentacle.*


Let me give you a hand.


Hostium munera!


Wouldn't mind knowing what else is out there.


Hey, wait a moment... these are real hellish gems. Some of Minauros' hoard.


But you're too late to see the master. The doors are sealed, he will not be disturbed.


There - in the cage!


Hardly worth my time.


This better be good.


This Watcher is experiencing a temporary reset - everything is under control.


Illithids are monstrous creatures. But... in the end, they are only that. Creatures.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Stray from the path, and I will correct you.


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


Now <i>come</i>, Stone Lord. We have the gold - and the Absolute has need of it elsewhere.


Non movere!<br>v2


As you say.


Now lose the stupid look on your face, and tell me what you need.


We have time - the master is still prepping our long-lost brother. Or what's left of him.


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


Killed without a mark. Who the hells does she serve?


*The affection you feel is a pleasant distraction, but it must be put to one side, when the Dark Lady demands it.*


I'll set you loose.


You are a barbarian, are you not? The brain will wilt before our rage, and stain itself in its own fluids!


I already gave orders to your companions - find the necromancer Balthazar. I spoke slowly, to make sure they'd understand.


Effort v7


What good is an army of thralls if they do not obey their master?


A turnip. Or is it a swede? Could never tell them apart.


Gotta run!


Think, you idiot! For once, just bloody THINK!


Yes. I have the pick of Faerûn's litter, though all I see are runts. They are the rule; you are the exception.


A touch of magic will do the trick.


You're cute, you know. In another life we might have been friends.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 2


A true pleasure, to watch you tell the <i>Archduke</i> exactly where to put his alliance.


Eyes of steel. Bearing to match. I know your bliss:


Good old-fashioned necromancy - draining people of life until they're just undead husks.


Who's the stubborn one now?


Best be on my way.


Shut tight. Not that I would let a locked door deter me.


I'm sure this toy'll be finished soon if they bear with it.<br>


Hells. Anything else going to join in? A dragon? Some spiders maybe?


*But still, you'll persevere. You won't aid them for the glory. You'll aid them because it's right.*


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


You helped me, once. I figured it's time I paid you back. With magic.


What are you looking at? I'm no traitor - was Uktar swore to Nine-Fingers, not me.


Given the noise you made earlier, I'm sure they already know.


Go, go!


Who the hells? You're dead!<br>


Hostium munera!<br>v2


That's enough, I get the picture. Gods, do I get the picture...


Dying under this monastery would've been a shame.


You're a little slow, but you get the point eventually. Citizen.


Darkness, guide my hand.


Refreshing.


My hamster is not in the habit of choosing between two evils. We will find a better way, or Boo will know the reason why!


I hope that's a joke. Jaheira's counting on your help. We all are.


Too right. I'll go 600.


We must leave no opportunity for him to recover. We must strike now, or this will all have been for nothing.


I'll take that.


Pulchrior!


Sussur bark. A rare commodity.


Closed Mouth Effort


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


Karlach. <i>Advocatus diaboli</i>. I won't be lectured on monsters by Zariel's servant.


It was unwise of you to sign yourself over to Raphael. Everyone knows that a devil binds you by your name.


Help is at hand.


An unusual place to find a shrine of Selûne, but there it is.<br>


I know the Gazette sometimes bends the truth - but I also know they wouldn't lie about all the good you've done.<br>


It's Lae'zel, or what's left of her, now the shadows have done their work...


Only 'cause of you.


Keep your guard up. When the stench of death hangs in the air, a killer is near.


The shadow curse. I tried to picture it in my head, but <i>this</i>... this is a lot.


Trust me to help you survive this, and I will grant you the same courtesy. <i>If</i> we live, we can settle our differences later.


I need that amulet - the Mad Monk will want to see this.


The thief whimpering in our dungeon tried to flee to their sanctuary.


Oh. You're serious. Maybe you don't have a head for accounting, but that's... not quite how the numbers work.


On top, undisputed, for years. Then you have to call the likes of us in to protect you from some shithead calling himself 'Stone Lord'. I'd be embarrassed, too.


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


Those bootprints. By the odour, they teleported in from the sewers.


*Your gold was more than enough to defuse the situation. You're free to go.*


Those beasts are here for a reason.


There'll be richer pickings than these little gnats someplace else.


Don't be lookin' at my stuff.


My mate most high, darling Isobel, is safe and well. Safe and well and returned to my embrace.


Sure. What's on your mind?


We haven't known each other for very long, so perhaps I ought to clarify.


*Gold saves you from many confrontations, but not this one.*


Bah! It looks like a githyanki, but it speaks like a beast.


They were <i>my </i>sacrifice to make. This will not stand - expect to answer for it at camp.


Ooh! Lovely.<br>


I've been investigating the recent spate of murders across the city.


You'll want to speak with Gekh, madam.


Well. I've been through worse.


Resisto!


What do we have here?


I fear I've been rather hasty to judge you, Astarion.


You are not Mister Marvin Hudd, the collections officer assigned to this establishment.


A bit of patience is all I ask.


He was. He guides your blade. You will make a fine Reaper one day.


This gith slate looks like the other. Another story about the githyanki prince?


The Fist? Merc pigs from Baldur's Gate. Good for one thing: feedin' to worgs.


Drunk <br>V4


These tracks... goblins?


I've got one!


I'll have to inquire with Cook Darlie about...


They died long before we arrived. Trust me, they were not the children you knew.


Prime spot for an ambush.


Whatever you <i>think</i> you know, I'm sure some gold would help you to forget.


An obedient pup. Pure perfection.


Return the lantern! You are not worthy to hold her light!


Until then, let me lead the way. Anything pops out from under a mushroom, and I'll make sure it doesn't grab my poor powerless pal.


*He's lying...*


Q'uess t'aka?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


What the... this stuff is everywhere.


We can lay down later.<br>


If it's an education you seek, go to the training room. I'm sure the <i>sa'varsh</i> will be happy to oblige.


*Time passes. You can practically feel your hairs growing, and your eyes watering from trying to stay awake.*


But I cannot leave just yet - not without Dribbles. He was a star - customers of every colour and creed simply <i>adored </i>him.


*Cross from light into darkness;<br>give your life to the shadows.*


Line of inquiry terminated. How else might I be of assistance?


<i>PERISH!</i>


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


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


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


Better stay back. One strike could be lethal.


Resisto venenum!<br>v2


Elturgard? Should've known. Still a good ways from Baldur's Gate.


*The cat seems reluctant to part from you.*


Still, perhaps I can yet serve nature in another way, once our journey has ended. I can only pray that the Oak Father grants me new purpose.


Mhm, <i>mhmmmm</i> mhmmm?


Wait - this is a lamp. A <i>djinni's</i> lamp.


Pah. If only that were true. Wulbren's a good sort, but he wouldn't know his <i>arkayas </i>from his elbow.


Lava's not supposed to explode, I don't think. Something's igniting it.


She's a pregnant lady in distress. We can't just stand by and pretend she's not here.


I can't quite describe it, the need I sometimes feel to see her - to draw the filaments of fantasy into existence.


If it can't wait.


Not everyone approaches the raising of their young with such militaristic vigour.


Didn't take you for a percussionist.


Attack<br>var 3


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


Macesce!


I've heard enough! I - <i>ugh!</i>


I cast you out!


Come! There are many more buttocks yet to feel our boot-print.


I <i>trusted</i> her.


Crusty rogue.


*Deep gnomes - killed under the yoke of slavers.*


*You are helpless as it explores your very being. It knows the secrets of your violent heart.*<br>


Hm? Sorry, not now - need to find another way to make Severn notice me.


She appeared to me as Elminster. Came to our camp while you were gone, telling me of a netherese artefact he'd found. One he thought could turn the tide in our favour.


I had the audacity to invite a person of your talents to strike me. You had the courage to stand against me, unflinching.


But we're ready to <i>go</i>. You just need to tell Kansif inside.


Doesn't work.


I wanted to try and find him, but we couldn't stay - we would have all succumbed. When the Archdruid of the Grove - my predecessor - was seized by the curse, I had to lead the survivors to safety.


With haste.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


Not now.


You shrink from that which you should revel in. Your devotion to your Father is wanting.


*The statue looms silently. Whatever hidden purpose it has will remain a secret.*


<i>Your histories are fabrications. The prince was not killed, as you can very well see - he was imprisoned. </i>


I just never expected you'd speed up the process.


*Brilgor. Fell to anger and rage - taking Father Lorgan with him. May Ilmater forgive him.*


<i>Tnak</i>. I'll feckin' kill you!


Attack Critical<br>var3


My first concern.


Infernal soldier, Zariel's lickspittle. I will not let you burn the Sword Coast to ash.


Vae victis!


Ah. Ah-hah... yes, now that you mention it, I may have done... that.


Locked to keep the evil in, or the prying eyes out? Let's see.


Every death brings a new, brighter, better Sceleritas into this world.


Hmm, yes... still nothing.


Attack<br>var 4


Hells! What's this new horror?


*You notice a shiver run through his feathered coat - fear, a desperate longing for the safety of his nest.*


Let the pains of the day be forgotten, soothed by your embrace.


Patched up and pushing on.


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


<i>This is it - its will is weakening!</i>


Come join me and find out. I want to look at you with my own eyes.


I'd go inside if I were you. 'Fore we change our minds.


Oi!


Yes, I seem to have it all. Clubs, swords, maces, bows. Cutting and gutting galore.


Filthy pretender. Father will watch you die.


Oh, don't look at me. This is your charge to lead - and no better one to do it.


If that is the sum of your curiosity, then I'm afraid we have nothing more to discuss. In this life, at least.


What's that sticking out of his pocket?


A safe city is a wealthy city. So long as the new Archduke holds up his side of the arrangement, he'll have my support.


Ignis!


You have been <i>judged</i>.


You see me as I am, and do not find me wanting. With these stars as my witness, I swear - you will always be enough for me.


Hm? That ox is staring right at me.


You lot have stomachs like gaping caverns. What you want?


Mystic Carrion - a delightful name. Perhaps we should seek him out.


Second time's a charm, eh, Halsin? Let's make sure Ketheric Thorm is gone for good this time.


Is that - Balduran with a bronze dragon? Must have been quite an adventure.


It shall be done.


<i>Indeed. His hubris knows no bounds. To enslave me, that was his nature. But to enslave an elder brain? A questionable decision. </i>


Pallida mors!<br>v2


She must be an ally for you to try to mislead me. Bring her to me, and I'll forgive this momentary lapse of character.


Did you enjoy relaxing here while I battled that wretched darkness? What were you thinking?


So blunt - have you forgotten all the interrogation techniques I taught you? Where is the <i>finesse?</i>


A vampire spawn turned into mist. Didn't know they could do that.


Yes - a hero in all senses. A courageous explorer and a just spirit. Would that we all aspired to his greatness.


Time to strike!<br>


<i>Shkath zai</i>. We were not expecting visitors, kin. What brings you here?


What is this, a souvenir? I figured githyanki would keep severed heads around, not crests.


Careful what you wish for, Jaheira. I have some form in humbling ladies of your vintage.


Best be on my way.<br>


No prayers needed. On my way.


Stay on yer own raft.


Lice-ridden cur!


You got Brithvar chopped - and I still haven't seen a damned coin for my trouble.


You still breathe after taking that tone. Let that be your thanks.


Whatever fits in that socket must power this thing.


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


Many misunderstand the Lord of Death - but I am not one of them. Be welcome here, cleric of Kelemvor.


Siege weapons - centuries old from the looks of it.


But if I complete the ritual, think of the power I'll have. With me by your side, we can save the city - we can save ourselves!


You honour me. And now, you must give me the greatest honour - freedom from this form.


We're all in one piece. Perhaps you'll join us next time.


*The flames sputter away. The sword is complete.*


I cannot allow these butchers to threaten my grove. The natural order must be protected.


No more roof. Time to get down from here.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Cudo! v2


Hold it together!


I missed this smell. It is <i>invigorating</i>.


A <i>ghaik</i> ship. Disgusting.


Enemies... came... from... mountainside...


A traitor's words - they mean to fracture this Council!


Of course, True Soul! As you say.


Confusio!


This is the work of redcaps - vicious by nature. They could already be hunting us...


But the sooner we reach Ketheric and rob his army of their reason to fight, the better.


Got it.<br>


AgreeClosed<br>var 1


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


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Incredible, when I think of it. So many legendary tales, lost to deep time.


Damn - the brew's acquired a spark!


The druid is dead. Perhaps I can still prise information from his carcass.


AHH!


Makes a pleasant change from rivers of blood.


Very well.<br>


This is a Harper emblem. What was she doing <i>here?</i>


Listen to you. You have no idea what you're talking about.


Get back in the fight.


'Only a Patriar's Loss can open this door.'


I'll take the pain away.


My weapons won't be beat. Tell your friends - hells, tell your enemies if you like.


Mutatis mutandis!


Gods help us all...


Blood everywhere. This camp was ambushed.


You did good, stranger. Some would have tried to slink away rather than get involved.


Well, you heard the lady. We don't want things to get 'messy'.


Father was bad. They all were. I tried to make them better, but they were not strong enough. They lacked resolve.


Eiecto te!


*Your head throbs and your skin tingles. Visions rush past: a dragon's wing, a silver sword - and a flash of your face seen through the gith's eyes.*


I recognise this wine - it is laced with a paralysing concoction.


If I knew you weren't a threat to me - to my mission - then perhaps we could make peace.


Oof - I bet he broke that fellow's nose. Friendly place.


Recovered <br>V3


Dead mind flayer. Nice.


Great, but what's it unlock?


<i>We fought to tame Prince Orpheus, the son of Gith herself. </i>


Quod dico face!<br>v2


How lovely. A shortcut into the hag's palace of perversion and pain.


I will ensure that all githyanki know your name - and your sacrifice. What you have done today will start a fire that rages across the Astral Plane.


Effort v2


We found a letter in his pocket. - I can't seem to find it now, but  he doesn't seem to have any reaction to it anyway. Held onto it for a hundred years, though.


Unleash fury.


Voco araneae!<br>v3


I have heard it said you lost your memories. Let me revive them.


Lily was our world. Knowing that she'll be able to put to rest properly makes things... easier. <i>Thank you.</i>


Not bad. Not even a little bit bad.


Timmask and torchstalks. Hell of a combination.


Fiat lux!<br>v2


Surge!


Drunk <br>V4


I outlived my mother, and her mother's mother, and many mothers beyond.


Agreed.


A rich arsehole sent his drink back three times - so I spat in his last one.


This curse is powerful - the will of a god made manifest.


That's that settled.


Ah, soldier, what are you even on about?


Quite the mess. This could be where Father Lorgan met his end.


Did you now? About time she showed her... erm, does she have a face?


Let them empty the skies upon us. It doesn't matter - we have to reach the brain!


You. Friend of <i>ghaik</i>. Ally of my abuser. You will face my retribution.


Easy.


So, how's about buying a copy of today's edition?


Keep an eye on him, will you?


<i>In my name.</i>


We will grant them safe harbour until they depart.


I appreciate your restraint. It would have spoiled the mood - you were my first, after all.


Well, we're not getting in this way.


Danthelon's Dancing Axe - top secret Harper hideout. At least according to Jaheira.


Voco vineae!<br>v2


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Ravengard's back from Elturel, did you hear? Place fell clear down to the Hells.


Voco flagella!


Canto te!


A camp. Looks abandoned.<br>


Let's come back to this later, yeah? We've got more pressing matters afoot.


There were few left alive - you began the slaughter without me, I assume?


The historical slates describe Orpheus as a fearsome, terrible creature - powerful beyond measure, and enthralled by the <i>ghaik</i>.


Intactilis sum!


Ah, cries for help... I must be home.


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


This place is a blister of corruption.


This should help.


Good. We've had enough party games now, I think.


Anyway, I should go. See you around.


Disciple Z'rell will give you a chance to earn that honour.


Now that can't be comfortable. Especially for the corpses.


Huh. Where's Lae'zel?


Voco flagella!<br>v2


That must have hurt.


I won't lie - they have.


A moment, Jeorna.


There's no getting past those vines. The ritual was thorough.


I appear as an illithid. Vlaakith has rejected us. We are both named Hshar'lak.


But a word of warning, if Minsc may: no matter how mighty the warrior, you cannot swing a goblin forever.


Attack


You honour your clan, sir. I'm in your debt.


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


Brilgor was a criminal, sure, but there's no way he killed Lorgan.


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


Shit. If this is it, then godsdammit, let's make it count.


-reconsider-
      -------assess---
implore--    -SURRENDER--


I worship a god who cares not for you. Remember that.


So your confidante was a mind flayer all along...? Disquietening, to say the least...


<i>Finish your business here before you proceed. The brain will be waiting for us. </i>


Something didn't like that.<br>


You've got nerve to come here, Karlach.


A Selûne prayer book. As if I need this weighing me down.


Dodge
v2


Fight him? You know we can't.


So, this is the abode of our dear Absolute? It's about as cheerful as expected.


Fuck yes, we will.


*Your primal ferocity thrills her. Surrendering to it, she turns on her pack in a berserk rage.*


Serving... the Absolute... following... Her True Souls...


Bloody. Steps. Give me a level battlefield any time.


*You made yourself quite clear: children should know better than to accuse their elders.*


This mirror - an ancient Sharran relic. Perhaps to the time of Gorothir himself...


Do not incur nature's wrath, fool.


Macte virtute!<br>v3


Dead?! That cannot be. She - <i>it </i>- is immortal. A god!


There is no limit to my ambitions. I will enjoy killing Orin, but unlike her, I do not kill for pleasure alone. I kill to gain advantage.


I'm not an impatient man, but Halsin is taking his bloody time in there.


Just when you think your day can't get any stranger, you end up traipsing around an impossible-looking shadow dimension.


What? How did you... no, it wasn't <i>all </i>a lie.


Those who have left us will be celebrated, not mourned. They died well, after all.


I feel... cold. Miserable. What kind of dark is this?


Voco nubes!


Suffice to say there's ambition, folly, and death aplenty. The rest... well. I'll let you uncover that yourself.


It's hardly hypothetical - we're still in danger, after all.


It better be around here somewhere.


Hostium munera!<br>v3


Bene curatur!<br>v3


*Here rots an executed traitor to the city. Do not repeat his mistakes.*


This whole place reeks of necromancy.


I knew you'd say 'yes'.


If you continue this course, I cannot remain by your side. I'm sorry I need to say this, but there will not be another warning.


Nibbles. I suggested Brie, but you were having none of it.


This should help.


I'll find a wizard or something. Maybe someone in Baldur's Gate can help us.


I didn't take these refugees for killers. Maybe I've misjudged them.


A Dark Justiciar helm. I wanted one of my own so badly... and the Mother Superior would always deny me.


A gruesome sight. A necromantic ritual, perhaps?


Time to do your part, Mizora!


Your presence is already an irritant more distressing than the stings of a thousand hellwasps, so I would prefer that you <i>do</i> leave.


Tibi do pennas!


I'm afraid I don't know what you mean.


That won't work.


What's happened? I feel - poorly...


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


Farewell.


Back on your feet.


Something's behind the window. But how to reach it?


I'll not soon forget this, sweetness. You have my <i>word</i>.


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


Beg pardon. But there is naught so bracing as a good battle-roar, do you not agree?


No honour among sneaks.


Why didn't those druids like us?


As do our packs, as a matter of fact. We've such an item already in our possession, primed for the moment the need arises.


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


You smell like a feast.


Confusio!


Done, it shalt be! Ho HO!


Let the histories show: Lae'zel of K'liir shattered the Prince of the Comet!


A casting mould. Made for the forge, no doubt.


That was nothing like the violence I've read about... It was <i>horrid</i>.


Cresceat scientia!
v2


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Do my eyes deceive me? Karlach, as I live and breathe. Come, my dear girl, and be welcome.


Resurg


These boots have seen everything.


You walk these halls as a guest. You <i>will</i> show respect.


Many seek the Dark Lady's embrace, but few have what it truly takes.


All mine.<br>


BOOOAL! Our Lord has been murdered!


I'm sorry, <i>zhak vo'n'fynh duj</i>.


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


That's a friendly-looking shadow.


<i>In Bhaal's name.</i>


But I can't let you think me a bad sport. Here's your prize. You'll need it.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v2


Laughter


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v4


Oh, for... shut mouth! Head hurt!


*You've butchered so many before - each death a gift to your Father. But this one, you will take from him. This one is just for you.*


The greatest honour we can do them is to use it - so make yourselves ready.


My condition is not overly fussy. So long as there is sufficient power in the item, it will be satisfied.


Well, well. The secrets this place must be hiding...


For the best. Death is too good for it.


Enchanted? Nice.


Dying Panic Fall


Apologies for that ugliness. A more bitter homecoming than I would have wished, but at least the grove stands, thanks to you.


Yes I am. It is the bats that would make a meal of her.


Curious news: 'Strange Disturbance Spotted in Grey Harbour'! Speculations galore!


Are you all right, my friend? You look a little pale.


Effort v7


Huh. Some of Orin's correspondence.


Well now - gonna have to take that lying tongue from ya!


You caught me, all right? They're not lucky rings.


This <i>always happens</i> to me!


Torchstalk! Best watch my step - they like to explode.


Ah! The True Soul who eliminated my Harper enemies in one fell swoop - welcome.


Dame Aylin - there are some here who don't yet fear your name!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


That thing could swallow each of us whole.


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


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


Same as you - I see you're winkin' - Say, hey, for the pub!


Not many get to see a hag in all her glory. Consider yourself blessed.


Hells... I think my last meal is threatening to resurface.


Until then - adieu.


Nine-Fingers herself?


Aylin is so much more than that. She is an aasimar, bound to a soulcage of my creation, and lending her immortal strength to General Thorm.


*Fungus and mould glaze the servant's face and body. Through music and vision, the sovereign reveals its origins.*


I'm not looking for hunting advice, gith. I'm looking to be left alone.


Did you enjoy our little demonstration? A mere taste of the power Vlaakith commands.


Protocol three-hundred-one. 'Neither death nor undeath may be a hindrance to Vlaakith's blessing.'


Unholy Assassin, your birth was a miracle. Bhaal conceived you from a place beyond mortality.


Oh c'mon now, don't be scared. It's a simple game - that's what makes it beautiful.


Can't you just heal yourself?


Why can't you fetch, puppy? Death is no excuse!


I do hope you'll be comfortable in our little camp.


I've got one!


TO ARMS, ZHENTARIM - THE GUILD IS OURS FOR THE TAKING!


<i>Stop!</i> Move back at once. We'll not tolerate drow in our grove.


As soon as he heard we had a contract to find that Nightsong relic, he was more eager than a hound in heat.


Will you take up arms if the walls are breached?


Let's get out of here!


Darkness strike you down!


Gods above, is that... <i>Halsin?</i> After everything, he appears just before the party. Wish I had his timing.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


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


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


*A chill runs through you. Your magic - the fire that burns within is... fading.*


Efforts


Effort v5


And what's to say that couldn't be us? They say the General rewards them as serve him well.


Associate as you wish. Indulge yourself at your own peril.


Someone was... <i>arranging</i> these corpses. What for?


Warden! Aid us!


There's nothing to forgive. You wanted to protect the city. I only ever wanted the same.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


ClosedMouth Effort v2


As you wish. They will be useless once they've served their purpose.


Bring the Prism to Baldur's Gate. I'll be waiting in a taproom called Sharess' Caress. That is where we decide the fate of our people.


You smoked 'em all out like it was nothin', True Soul. Imagine what a <i>Disciple </i>could do.


What did you have in mind? A quiet party, toasting your return with a few good friends?


Buff


They're still zipping around inside me.


<i>Threat? </i>Pah! You are no threat, stray.


Gortash's tyrant blood has cured your hide. You are almost fit for Bhaal's blade at last.


My motivations are clear, aren't they? I serve the Absolute.


Don't worry boss, you're in good hands. We've got a guide.


There's a recipe I'm trying to replicate. Something that might help you.


Back to the anus that spat you out.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


It must have some sort of merit if Sorcerous Sundries stocks it, I suppose.


I'll have you up in no time.


That did <i>something</i>, all right. The tower's defences are shutting down.


*The glint fades before your eye finds its source.*


Gale was clearly interested. There's not many who could match his charm, when he sets his mind to it...


Quickly now.


I understand. You can't stave off oblivion forever. At least not here.


Before you go in, one last matter, my fetching felon.


Green blouse, brown hair - that must be Miri.


Hmm. Got the metal, got the mould... but missing something.


Be vigilant, citizen.


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


AH! Nearly had it!


We'll need a cover story...


I'll get you.


He's still fighting. The curse hasn't won yet, but he'll need our help if he's to recover.


Vae victis!<br>v2


Closed Mouth Effort v9


For you?


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


Dying Burning<br>v4


Let's hope your cunning is as strong as your optimism.


Option one. I show you the way to your father. I guarantee him no harm except that from you and your allies. And you pledge your soul to me and the archdevil Zariel in a pact eternal.


<i>Can you feel it? Stronger than the weight of the world itself. </i>


But when I ask the stone why it shakes, it only screams.


Ain't no better Grisly than Captain - I mean Captain than Grisly!


Dolor!


In short - you can trust me.


In Bhaal's name.


Come on, move.


Little of note.


Isobel? As in 'the cleric from Last Light' Isobel?


He's inside - but catch up with him later.


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


No opening this with that lock still on it.


Let nature cloak me from all eyes.


Consider me put in my place. Clearly, I have been spending too much time among the city-folk.


What was that thing inside her?


Like who? <i>You?</i>


Seems you've got a new mission, pup: go save your father.


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


Better pick my next target wisely.


Laughter


I gotta take a piss.


Sure I can. But will I?


I could always sell the house - but who would buy it?


Mind never quiet.


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


An arcane sigil. What might it mean?


*The gnome was under the protection of the myconid circle. They will see you answer for violating it.*


Sahuagin. But why are they so close to the city?


There's more to this place, I'm sure of it. Lady Shar's presence is near...


Teleported right into the Underdark. Lovely.


Flagello!


Stop it! I know you want to help him, but I can't let you find the antidote.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


But she favoured me like a child favours a captive pet. Mizora envied the attention, I suppose.


People tend to lose more than just flavour when illithids get their hands on them. I speak from experience.


This plane is full of disturbing creatures.


Take me with you!


Kill 'em!


Someone's going to pay for this.


A few words for the kids? Spare a story or two?


Form was all over the place. Like you didn't even train.


Don't worry. I'll free you.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


Everything from the Wood of Sharp Teeth to Cloakwood was his hunting ground, until a small army rallied to take him down.


Never a dull moment.


SmileOpen<br>var 5


A rash decision - one you will no doubt come to regret.


<i>(Great magical knowledge lies within those pages, but not many can withstand it.)</i>


This must be the forge. What a sight to behold.


Bene curatur!<br>v2


Effort v7


Listen - I'd gladly incinerate this entire basement and everyone in it if it'd mean taking out the Gondians once and for all.


Nymessa, watch out!


It will be a restless life, while the false queen reigns over our people. But a life, nonetheless - and a free one.


A little gratitude would be nice.


*The brain in this jar is aware that its Watcher is on duty in the Control Centre, vast and throbbing with illithid telepathy, so much that it ignores your mind touch as a mere distraction.*


*As the githyanki prince takes his blade, a silent cry pierces your head - a psionic scream to the Astral Plane.*


See? I'll tell your mother to make arrangements.


<i>Veldryn.</i>


... raid... retrieval... for the Absolute...


Hells. Torchlight won't last long here.


Locked - but there's no keyhole. Must be a switch or something nearby.


Best to move before the blood draws more of them.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 4


That way?


A little soothing's in order.


Et alibi!<br>v3


Invisibilis!


It was worth a shot. Could have been other dogs in the area.


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


Tell me, how did your investigations into the Bhaalist tribunal go?


Some sort of magic blocking the way.


Good riddance to Ketheric Thorm. We will see that his allies suffer the same fate.


Cazador turned everyone we brought him into spawn. I can only assume your children were somewhere in those wretched cells.


Another mention of the Adamantine Forge. All that remains is to reach it.


You saw her change too?! I tried to gut her but she - she dug her claws in me and - <i>urgh.</i>


*This is the moment to strike - you will not have another. If you leave now, then everything you've worked toward falls to waste.*


Feel that? This house doesn't want us here.


And yet here you are, pathetically pleading for the same useless mercy.


GruntDisgust<br>var 3


Summon<br>var 2


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


My magic is <i>infinite.</i>


*Someone else must have attacked you, in the midst of whatever you were doing down here.*


Without delay.


*The cub pecks at a crimson splash on his leg.*


But now the veil has been parted. You know what must be done, I trust?


Nulla salus!<br>v2


Gods, why are all the heroes as thick as pig shit? If you kill me, Vanra dies too!


I need light... the darkness is consuming me...


Now get moving. I'm tired of looking at you.


Can't be too careful in these parts. Bibberbang's the least of it.


All right, all right.


Could you not have been more considerate in your misdemeanours?


PainOpen<br>var 3


I'm not fool enough to think I can change your mind. But if you're staying, I don't want you taking up arms - there are other ways to fight.


Hardly worthy of help, but fine.


Oh don't be like that - you've made your bed, now go roll around in it with your new beau.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


Voco spicae!<br>v2


About time.


A Guardian of Faith spell. Strong is its faith indeed to linger still in these ancient halls.<br>


Perhaps... he'll open up to you? He's such a soft heart, <i>really</i> connects with his customers. You'll see.


Te absolvo!<br>v3


<i>Kainyank.</i> Your tantrum proves you no wiser than a hatchling.


Time has not hardened my hands just yet.<br>


This calls for careful footwork.


The artefact. I have to keep it safe.


Never give 'em enough rope to hang you.


Huh. This goes very far down. We'll have to go in to see the bottom.


Join the line - you <i>will</i> be seen.


Attack Critical<br>var2


*... all nothing compared to what came before. Compared to the tadpole.*


I'll send your head back to your mistress, you wretched scum.


I remember this shape...


They just keep coming. Hurry!


Not all of us survived the shadows to stand here. My wife, my sons... they were unworthy.


Nothin' amiss.


The answers must be in the illithid colony. We must find it, and uncover its secrets.


Need any advantage I can get.


Corruptus!


Strike me down, if you dare.


I don't care what it takes; this place will <i>not </i>fall.


Cannot give up now.


Loquere si tibi placet!


Nature stands with you, my friend.


Yes... I want to... be...


Closed Mouth Effort v3


*A show of contrition and property returned will suffice - this time.*


Chests like that don't hold trinkets. There must be something valuable inside.


Damn - the brew's acquired a spark!


What was the mission? Blackmail? A honey trap...? I can't even remember. Not sure I want to.


'So sayeth the <i>wise</i> Alaundo.'


So my kin are hunting cultists too. If nothing else, they'll be quick to cut down their numbers.


Breathe deep, and move.<br>


I live. Vlaakith blesses me once more!


That's the symbol of the Absolute. Marked in blood.


Even injured, a <i>ghaik</i> can kill. Proceed with caution.


Let's use this.


Ubi es?<br>v3


Glacies!


Nature's servant, still waiting.


Better take that.


Smash the crystals with the hammer, and free the Prince of the Comet.


There's no time to mourn the others - we have to move. I know a safe space. Let me mark it on your map.


Generations of Ketheric's family are buried here.


Thinking, my dear Gribbolina, just thinking...


*A disarmed trap has been found nearby. Near you, in fact.*


This 'Adamantine Forge' - the dead drow spoke of finding it.


Stop pesterin' us, freakshow.<br>


Steel sharp, hamster hungry.


Nothing would give me greater pleasure. What's the subject of the day?


What the hells is this place?


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


AgreeOpen<br>var 3


I was bid to spare neither time nor my own self to find you. <i>She</i> sent me, Gale. You know of whom I speak.


Don't you think we owe the dead a pint or two?


I suppose it's time we dealt with the hollyphant in the room: you have questions for me, and I promise I have answers.


Of course I'll help.<br>


Hardly. But go on, live your fantasy. I am not about to stop you.


Mmm. I feel like a new man. A sharp blade is a <i>true tonic</i>. Your friend will find out for himself, soon enough...


Until then, keep watch, and keep wary. I need your senses sharp.


Got any reason I shouldn't sever your head and toss it to the rothé?


Good, because even my open mind has limits. You won't like what happens if you cross them.


Was a time I tussled with hill giants without breaking a sweat.


Pallida mors!<br>v3


You're right. I need to go check out that blast.


Gods, what happened to his head?


We have thwarted the <i>ghaik</i> Grand Design. We have honoured our people, we have secured their future. Our duty is fulfilled.


Derryth... Bonecloak...


I see Thrumbo's idiocy is contagious.


I am not alive and cannot be killed. Unlike your unfortunate self. Good-bye and thank you for shopping at Sorcerous Sundries!


Cheese from the Dalelands. The rats must have feasted.


Angry little creature, isn't she?


We lost our way. Never again.


Looks like someone wanted to bury their secrets.


<i>Tsk'va. </i>You would trade out a proven ally for the empty promises of Shar's despotic disciple?


Hey, watch it!


Torchstalk! Best watch my step - they like to explode.


*Or... you could take control of it for yourself, and become a god.*


<i>Impulsive wreck</i>? Gods, you make me sound like something a drunk fisherman scuppered on the banks of the Chionthar.


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


Wait... <i>quiet</i>...


You witnessed it yourself with Priestess Gut.


Effort v5


Not another word out of you 'til you've consumed that artefact, Mr Dekarios.


She's more than tired. Something's happening inside her. And who could blame her, after what she's endured.


So how does Lolth feel about romance? Are you expected to bite your mate's head off afterwards?


There's that sweet mug!


Yours is a family set upon self-slaughter.


Dodge<br>var 4


Down here? Tends to be.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 2


The Stone Lord plans to rob the Counting House - and Nine-Fingers means to trap him there.


Yes. YES! Should be able to follow the river straight to Baldur's Gate. Easy.


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


Hurt, but still kicking - I can feel it scrabbling from here. Watch yourself.


Origin Extra: Dying


Wait - isn't she from the grove? She had the idol-stealing daughter...


He saved me, and all I can do is sit here while he suffers, alone and afraid. I'm useless. <i>Useless.</i>


Vanished again. Damn.


Justice. No pardon without repentance, and no penalty without mercy.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Ah. That did it.


Offer your pain to Loviatar - and you shall be rewarded.


If you want to use the elevator, speak to Ettvard. I've been told no one's allowed down to the basement.


With haste.


Looks like you need a little help.<br>


There's a definite touch of the mythic to this place.


Looks like that hurt.


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


The master surgeon's will is my honour.


Bah, this sly machine is stuck!


Dead. Everyone's... dead.


They are yours. You can release them, kill them, or feed them to each other for all I care. Just deal with them.


Oh, and if you do take on the Absolute - do try not to end up like poor Dribbles. You are so very pretty, after all.


Ketheric is eternal no longer. We should strike now, while he's at his most fragile.


No - NO!


Try me.


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


We cannot slay the traitor prince unless we loose him from his astral prison.


Minsc seems quite the, er, <i>enthusiastic</i> ally. We'd all do well to remain on his good side. And out of range of his fists.


Thanks, but no thanks.


No traps, please.


Same as the drow... But Master Halsin said he'd turn eventually.


Nothing can stop us.


Tenebra!


Come on! What are you waiting for?!


Daft bastard came to us! An' I'd been prayin' for a square meal...


Did you think you could destroy my property without consequence?


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 3


You! Outsider! You poisoned us!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


You stupid, brat. You can't win! Kill me, and Vanra <i>dies</i>. And I'll only return - stronger then ever!


Well. After you.


Effort v9


Destroy torches...


Te exsecror!<br>v2


That wound looks bad.<br>


Perhaps now we can make our own destiny.


Please. Go away now. You're making the hunger worse.


Hmm. Scratch marks on the floor...


It's quite a day for reunions. Halsin has returned, too - and I expect he'll want to speak with you. As for us...


Sure, take it.


Haha! Stupid. Come on, for real this time.


Just sweet nothings for now. It tests me - wants to know why I do not carry a tadpole, as you do.


Almost makes you want to be back in Moonrise.


I'd like some time to talk.


The toys from the barn - he must have made them here.


Congratulations - I think.


Calm yourself. They're survivors, not soldiers.


Show me the grove. Be my eyes.


Snore
zzZzz


Gods - even a freshly opened grave doesn't smell this rotted.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


My unexpected ally! The General was very pleased with Isobel's return. Don't worry, I told him <i>all </i>about you.


I know. But the path to one lies through the other.


Animating spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


Vae victis!<br>v2


What in the hells, Astarion? You bit me!


Now you see me...


<i>I do not know what happens now when it receives their orders, and I do not dare guess. </i>


This 'blood' sounds important - could it still be here somewhere?


I can see the truth in that. But you and I aren't 'most people'.


As for the renegade Voss, he waits in the sewers. He could prove an obstacle if we don't take his head.


I should speak up.


Wait, I'm the one you love? Oh no - oh that's so sad.


What should I do?


Deure!


Aylin... my... angel...


Someone's moving around in there.


No head. Guess they didn't want them speaking - dead or alive.


Charge! But charge <i>quietly</i>.


And yet you paid anyway. What a terrible cosmic coincidence.


Might not be the time.


Hey! That's Arabella. Kid from the druid's grove. That snake woman nearly did her in. Looks like she's learned a thing or two.


I want that gate sealed before they arrive - and we need to talk.


Well. You've every right to it. If you see me on the streets in future, throw me a copper or two, eh?


... hideout... beneath... Waukeen's Rest...


We did it. Come on, give me a kiss.


Well, that's disgusting.


Not this again.


Just doing my job. They say the Absolute sees our work, and elevates the worthy.


I am here for you.


It's appreciated, trust me.


Please. I have a dagger in my hand. I'd hate to injure an honoured guest from another crèche.


Could you not stare so blatantly at my neck when you say that please?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Thankyouthankyou! I won't get in the way. I promise!


What's yours is mine.


An adamantine forge, hidden deep in the Underdark - the stuff of legends.


Never seen a gem like this - bet it's a fake.


Here we be, ha-ha! Take me to my cherished Shirra, and thy rewards shall be plenty.


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Protective charms, offerings, prayers... all left by Harpers, before they charged into battle.<br>


I'm ready.


You could use a boost.


What's this, then?


CoughIll<br>var 1


O-of course. I'd never!


*It would be ever so twee if it were climbing a tree!*


Ain't my neck of the woods.


You <i>really </i>want to confiscate my cargo of ice wine?


Caeco te!<br>v2


Hah. I bet I could handle it. If you could handle the void-like Hell maw inside me.


Intelligenti pauca!


You've made a grave mistake.


Might give me an edge.


And your damn well good at it. Thank you - for everything.


Oh no, to hells with this!


That's quite a claim, <i>istik</i>.


You wear our Lord's will well. Go forth and render murder in his name.


Yuck.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


Non compos mentis!


No - wait. You smell fresh. Safe. You can stay. If you must.


Darkmaw the Wicked. The tale is known even to the githyanki.


Indeed, she is the one who indoctrinated me with the Absolute's lies.


Yes.


The slavers are gone - Nere must be dead by now. Just need to grab his head.


This person's brain has been removed. Please tell me they're not using them for the Steel Watch.


Loquere si tibi placet!


Perfect. You crave what all True Souls should - to be touched by the Absolute.


Is that so? Then of course, you will be treated first. Lie down when you're ready.


Truly? Now Minsc thinks you are making mock.


I can't lose you.


A <i>ghaik</i> vessel has fallen from the sky, Lae'zel. Thieves aboard have taken a weapon most precious.


I hope you will take everything from the vampires, as they have taken everything from us.


You'll be free soon enough.


Effort v6


That could've gone <i>terribly</i>.


Voco murus!<br>v3


Fall back! <i>Fall back!</i>


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


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


We need to get out of here - before it's our turn.


When that time comes, call on me in those final moments and I will ensure those close to you are safe from harm.


*Violence amongst prisoners is not tolerated. It looks like you're about to learn that the hard way.*


So don't you ever judge me for doing what Cazador ordered.


Who's Moyra? What household? I think you've got the wrong person, friend.


I get the joke like one gets dysentery. Can we <i>please</i> get back to work?


It's the stairs I'm dreading. I shall close my eyes, and pretend I'm climbing my own, far superior tower in Waterdeep.


My head. What is this... ngh.


A potion that makes you explode? Seems a bit drastic.


<i>The Crown, up ahead - time to cast the spell again, and break its will.</i>


But we mustn't rush these things. You may need time to adjust.


*Your pickpocketing has ended in failure - and a raised alarm.*


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


Attack<br>var 2


I knew my return to Baldur's Gate wouldn't be glamorous, but this is a little much.


Effort v8


Her dedicants!


Pigeon blood. Grim.


First <i>ghaik</i>. Now this monstrosity.


I'm not. I'm turning on Nine-Fingers - this place has been due a change in management for some time.


That's the symbol of Myrkul.


Ververo!


Little busy - sorry.


Please, just... just let me dig.


Is that all you've got?


Cough_Ill<br>Var 2


Healed - but she doesn't look much happier.


That explosion - that was <i>you</i>, wasn't it? Don't worry, I won't pry, but whatever it was you did - it saved my life.


Begone, pox-faced loon.


Lords need to learn they're nothing without us - remind them if you see any, eh?


Configo!


Gond's grace! I knew someone would come - please, the lever!


Give it to her when the time comes. You will find no redemption or honour in godhood - only the burden of a million empty souls looking for a saviour you can never be.


You did it - you destroyed the Foundry! Watchers are collapsing in the street as we speak.


Want to save your runty little friend, do you?


Such beauty. Such power.


Seems to be stuck.


A little coin into the right purse. A soft word in the right ear. It's not glory that spins these planes, lad - it's gold.


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


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


It's been a long day. I'll need to rest soon.


'Rite of the Timeless Body'. An old druid ritual - I'd best ask Jaheira about it.


Hells, you might be the only one who can stop this. What else do you know?


Do not give up hope just yet.


A privilege to witness such a reunion. Shadowheart deserves to have her family restored, when Shar has taken so much from her already.


<i>Chk</i> - goblins. Not a shred of dignity to be found among them.


Mors certa!<br>v2


Good. Lower.


Better than nothing.


*With a profane flush of arousal, you realise she may well be doing the same.*


Stay your weapons, Zhentarim! This doesn't have to get bloody unless the <i>Guild </i>decide it does.


Take your place in the <i>zaith'isk</i>. Purification awaits.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


Damn it, was inventory today? I'm sorry. Nerves are shot after the attack.


Hush, pup. A good warlock knows when not to push his luck.


*You attune your mind to it. The artefact does not want to part from you. It does not want to fall into the gith raiders' hands.*


Follow close - the shadows are hungry. Do not stray from the light.


Paintings hung on the wall - almost like an art gallery.


A dragon sleeping under Baldur's Gate, waiting for a 'true hero'? Would he accept a 'morally-questionable hero', I wonder?


Hm.<br>


That a problem for you?


Let's get it over with.


Don't touch me.


... my apologies, mistress. I am still coming back to my senses.


Isobel! No! What in the Nine Hells happened?


'Yes <i>sir</i>, Stone Lord, sir. Shall we open the account in your name, or the Absolute's? Just step this way to your special deposit box - don't mind the teeth.'


Is that - yes, flesh. Human flesh, no less.


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


Oh, you <i>are </i>the funny one!


What's theirs shall be mine.


It may not be the best idea.


I don't like it, but you're right. Putting them to rest may be the kindest thing we can do.


You must excuse my sister, she's a terrible bore.


Your lie is plain as fangs in your mouth, and still you stand by it.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Then we speak the Rite of Ascension, and a red dragon comes to fly us to Vlaakith in Tu'narath, City of Death.


You would be wiser to align yourself with me than her. Few earn the General's favour - I am sure to be among them.


WRONG WRONG WRONG. They will save their world and smash you to smithereens.


I shouldn't have to wait until I've got nothing left - I need to be prepared. We all do!


Is being a mind flayer so bad?


Let's chat, then.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


I do not know your face, but your scent... Selûnite magic. It used to fill these halls, back when I was flesh.


The city taverns offer ale much like the squeezings of an ogre's small-pants. That does not mean Minsc must drink it.


Githyanki. Part of the Sharrans' preparations to seize the Astral Prism, no doubt.


What beautiful music...


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Effort v6


It is full of terrible secrets, including Cazador's bloody 'Rite of Profane Ascension', but it told me nothing new.


Dying Deep Exhale


Blood. Orin stole the smith's shape, and perhaps his life as well.


That's funny... Tamrin's tools are still here.


Someone'll stop you, Bhaalist. When they do, I hope it <i>hurts</i>.


Infernal alloy. I may just be able to put this to good use one day.


If the Absolute will not share Her dead flesh... we will tear it from the backs of the <i>living.</i>


... <i>agh! </i>Did you feel that? You've got the same thing I do - in your head.


The Stone Lord doesn't need your help, cuck. Nobody but us leaves this place alive.


The Mouth's muddy printing did you a favour, actually. You're much uglier in person.


The end draws near. You show great potential - do not falter now.


Time for some bloody work.


Did something happen to auntie? I can't feel her anymore.


Lakrissa!


Now, there's no time to lose - get to the grove and help with the defences.


They will be imprisoned until they prove... loyal.


*A timeless space, bounded, compressed in a fold - a pocket of Astral Plane.*


Such fury. I do not envy the dragon's prey.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


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


I know, I'm a-<i>maize</i>-ing. Wa-hey!


Impossible? My bargain was <i>uncommonly</i> reasonable.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


Gale and Karlach travel the Hells together now - in search of a cure for her heart. As Gale's infernal knowledge groweth, so doth his love for her.


Sorry, do you mind? You've given me a lot to think about.


Voco flagella!<br>v2


But fine. If that's what you want, so be it.


I may have made a mistake trusting you.


Now you're talking. After all that, I think I'll need a drink in each hand, and a third on the table.


Of course. He'll share his rule - what use all his brilliance, if there is no one to bask in it?


Barbarian Roar


Propera!


The problem with Marcus, of course -


Bet I can crack that open.


See, mother? A little <i>positivity</i>.


The bones are intact. Would not scavengers have disturbed them?


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


Splendid crossbow, quite refined. No duergar clan made this.


Ah, Yenna. Poor child deserved better.


I'm ready. Are you?


We haven't found its lair as yet - perhaps you can find where the beast takes its slumber and skewer it before it wakes.


Speaking of which, I'm surprised you managed to get such a spread.


Infected, and yet capable of maintaining a falsehood. How unusual.


All right, all right. I shouldn't have questioned a True Soul like that.


I'm having a rather grand time of it, it's just a shame my better half took ill.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Very practical. We could've toasted to that every night so far.


Dull your weapons as you wish.


Candulhallow's... Tombstones...


A warm fire, yet no <i>ghaik</i> head to roast on it. Pity.


YOU. Name, rank, and reason for interrupting an active crime scene. For your sake, the last one better be bloody good.


There are so many who come to me speaking of a fixation that no one else has ever been able to share with them... and never will again.


Tibi do pennas!


How do you feel, knowing the cost of keeping your transformation at bay?


If I give up that cargo, my associates will do worse to me than you ever could, lad.


All right. I'll try to be patient. But he's eager.


I won't fail you.


Lost your footing, have you?


Have you retrieved the Orphic Hammer? Will our prince's chains finally be broken?


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


Oak Father preserve you.


We are too close to the ending - and the new beginning. I can coddle failure no longer.


Voco arvina!<br>v2


Say bye-bye.


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


*Shadow magic floods your body. Where you once felt Mystra's light, there is now only darkness.*


Ah - the Blushing Mermaid. I stole a few kisses or three here before my exile.


I think I picked up some of that infernal iron already. Can we at least see what you can do?


Why don't you and Zevlor take a long walk off a short cliff?


VO_SFX : Downed


Attack<br>var 4


Jaheira - I'll save you, I swear!<br>


The Cousellor's fallen - Fists, don't give up!


Blood follows me everywhere.


NO! You've killed us all...


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Bit of caution never hurt.


<i>You are falling into the same trap as the Chosen. </i>


<i>Still, you would test our alliance.</i>


Dying Burning


Moving.


How do you address an Archduke? Your Excellence? Your Eminence?


The cult plan to attack our camp. Tonight.


Voss! I call on your might!


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


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


Quite a spear. Why hide it away...?


That did the trick, all right. And... down it goes.


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


Father Lorgan's name alongside a map of the tunnels he was using. Someone was stalking him.


Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.


The <i>stench</i>. I wonder how many pilgrimages to Moonrise ended down here.


Right tool will do the trick.


Not from around here, are you? We're in Baldur's Gate - this is just how things work.


Seems like we tied up a loose end for Raphael. Not sure if he'll be grateful though...


But there's some tongue-looseners in the fire, if you want 'em! We'll leave ya to it.


*It seems most of the hostages from the Throne share your fate.*


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


One goddess mourns her daughter, slain by thy hand. Yet her sister rejoices in the blood, and bestows honours upon thy head.


Don't move, Cinnamon! Now, uh, inspection protocol initiated. Hand over that candy!


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


*Seek no permission - take all that benefits you.*


Blood near the bed.<br>


Although you don't look entirely... yourself. What's going on in that head of yours?


They're long past caring if we help ourselves to their belongings, at least.


*Your skull pounds in response to the prisoner's white-hot stare. Her lips don't move, yet you hear her voice.*


Githyanki teaching is as infallible as Queen Vlaakith herself. To remove a tadpole, there are but two paths: purification at a crèche - or beheading.


But you've been prodded and picked over like a suckling boar. I prefer fresher meat.


Hello?


Yes - but not here. For the sake of these people, I'll stay my blade.


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


No. I'm just an idiot.


Fist Ito, a new duty calls. Drow have taken Grand Duke Ulder Ravengard - westward, if my eyes and ears can be believed.


Does it? Then I'll be sure to give my telling a little polish for the history books.


Scrying eye's watching us. Don't do anything weird.


Knock, knock.


Whatever Marcus hid beneath, it isn't budging.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Why?!


Slippery thing. Need to get a hold of it.


Should you wish to join us, learn the difference between gyronetic series four versus seven, yes?


Gith warriors? Some must have fallen to the curse.


Open up.


The rooftop west of here. Look out for the observation tower - tallest thing around these parts.


Recovered <br>V4


Xargrim had no taste at all. But enough low cunning to use an illusion? Absolutely.


Nae bother, love. Come back any time!


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


I came to check on you. How are you holding up?


She left me the 'Maid. And while it won't be the same without her, know you're always welcome here, mate.


*But you've spent too long reading people not to see what's behind her eyes: scorn, stark behind her mask of deference.*


<i>Strike, strike, strike - before the doppelgangers do!</i>


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 4


The glaive the druid's notebook mentioned. Its owner thought it was cursed...


If this is it for us, I accept that. But I'd like to find someone who's keen to have a nice meal with me while I still can.


Are you quite sure that's wise? We should leave this untouched and get out of here.


But fine - you'll make a pretty trophy when you're stuffed and tarred.


Absolute's lookin' out for me now.


Well, it can be true, if only for tonight.


Or it'll come back to haunt us.


<i>Help me!</i>


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


This 'treasure' is a pile of junk.


Effort v5


Though I suppose that's not what you wanted to talk about.


More delicious than you? More bindable? More wrappable? More biteable? No.


Well go on, girl! Tell me everything!


The Archivist is the key. EXPLOIT HIS FEARS AND LUSTS.


The road to Baldur's Gate looks a little less daunting now that we're all back together.


*The printing press is running at full tilt. You don't see any way to interfere with it now without losing several fingers.*


I can't lose you.


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


Lae'zel is still back there. Should I just abandon her?


I can do better. I must.


*This also misses.*


Voco murus!<br>v3


No bleeding out on my watch.


The druid's poison is spreading. I need a cure, fast.


Illithid writing. Meaningless to me.


We should hurry to the Inquisitor.


Swear to me that if you feel <i>any </i>symptoms, you'll end things yourself.


Anything to keep those shadows at bay.


*She nods along, enraptured by your explanation.*


In today's papers - 'Steel Watchers Save City from Deep Gnome Assault'!


These aren't people. Not really. I don't want to fight you, but I'm not letting them go.


Ubi es?<br>v2


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


<i>No!</i> YOU THREW IT!


I can feel the heat from that portal all the way down here. Keep it open as long as you need, but be sure nothing follows you through.


Nothing but dust. Perhaps the faithful abandoned their god. Or their god abandoned them.


My Ironhand Gnomes brought enough explosives to level the Upper City. Just show us where we're needed.


A warrior to the heart, she fought for love. Renounced her people and her plane to stay for one who mattered more to her than Astral wars.


Already dead.


You're bloody right it wasn't. I agreed to remove an illithid spawn. That thing is an <i>abomination</i>.


Ugh, Gortash. Anyone have some throwing knives? I found a nice target.


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


Claw marks and spells. Is this Halsin's doing? Did he return to the grove?


Go away!


PainPretend<br>var 3


<i>Vlaakith gha'g shkath zai!</i>


Wait - just give me a moment. I can manage. As long as you stay with me.


If you will not use it, give it to me.


Away, eye-watering stench!


Keen to change subject, are you? You weren't so interested last time I tried to get your attention.


I apologise for the hassle that woman caused. Such time-wasters and troublemakers are a plague on the Flaming Fist.


I wish I had been blessed with a few more moments of ogling, but the Slayer will be back soon.


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


Make haste. We have business to conduct.


Hush. Do you hear it?


<i>Nothing that you are not more than capable of - the punishing of a wicked Selûnite. All you have to do is use the spear to end her light.</i>


Zarys promised good coin for an <i>unopened </i>chest. If we want to collect, it needs to stay shut.


Better that Master Halsin doesn't see this. It'd break his heart.


It isn't your job to do the gods' dirty work for them. If Mystra wants to intervene, let her do so at her own peril.


...Klauthgrass. I know the taste all too well. You too, I'd wager.


Heehee.


Living meat? Not for long. Time for chop.


Adjusting for inflation, the appreciable value of knowledge, Lord Mammon's tithe... A-ha. There we are.


Nothing so dramatic. Just you and me and - well, maybe a little death? Figuratively speaking.


*You peer through the telescope.*


Of the moonwitch. Ought to be burned.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Attack Critical<br>


Ah! My finger.


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


Well look at you, killer. I didn't know you had it in you.


Tell me what I need to know, or I swear you'll burn.


Ah, you caught me at a bad time. I was about to meet up with another of our band.


*And who's to say that if you faced him, you wouldn't still be able to resist? If all this has taught you nothing else, it's that anything is possible.*


You have no idea what you've done, do you? Or perhaps you simply don't care?


*Humming.*


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


She's not breathing.


Never was much for history class, but this place has me captivated.


This might all be over soon. But Ketheric won't go down easily.


Open up.


You sees me? <i>Tch. </i>


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


Better get you out of there.<br>


*The lock opens.*


Oh? I'm afraid I have quite enough for my purposes - from you, at least.


Hells. I need to hold on.


*Skreeeeeee!*


Whether she spoke the truth or not... Well, I think I require a litle more evidence before taking a fantasy at her word.


Thou roach-mocked jester.


Some parchment there - looks official.


I'm not made of magic, you know.


Umberlee keep her.


What's it <i>mean </i>though?


*That is no maxim of Tyr - nor a Tyrran belief. The Just God does not hold underlings responsible for the commands of tyrants.*


This way, it was. Right.


What a grand sight - Balduran and his dragon friend, looking over the city.


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


The Gazette made you sound pretty scary. Guess that's why you're here with the ghosts.


Mind flayers and driders at war. How old <i>are</i> these scribbles?


Me and Fleer here were out on the water casting our nets, expecting to find the usual crop of halibut.


I wonder what that did...


The code is flawed. And I am a monster, as he said I was. I cannot be trusted.


Sometimes I'm jealous of that girl. Ugh, to feel so invincible again.


Gods. Stelmane is really gone, then.


SmileOpen<br>var 2


Aradin and his lot were looking for a way down there - they were promised riches if they retrieved a relic called the Nightsong. But I think there's more.


... Olly... Zhentarim agent...


Resisto frigus!


P-please, these shackles... I... I don't want to die!


Unfortunately, that also means it is dedicating more and more resources to my retrieval.


Next blow's gonna <i>hurt.</i>


He did not hesitate. A true sacrifice, and a noble spirit. May his spirit find its way home.


You're wasting your breath. We won't tell you anything.


Just what I need.


A touch of magic will do the trick.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


You'll be free soon enough.


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


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 5


Why should we sacrifice ourselves for strangers?


This does not belong to me.


I think that was the Absolute speaking to us... but we managed to shield ourselves. We should keep moving.


Better hide.


It won't hurt, will it? No, surely not...


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


Sure you are.


Perure!


Please... what are you?


Meet Minsc. He still seems very much himself to me.


Fancy a swim?


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


So, 'the Blade of Frontiers'? You didn't want to trade it for a flashier name?


I want someone there, ready for me. And once the Mass is done and our lord grants us our freedom, I can celebrate by drinking them dry.


Come. Let this day be the Netherbrain's last!


Revelry? A grand notion - we've earned the right to an indulgence or two.


Dodge
v2


Grooves on the floor. I should give these statues a good push.


And I remember my battle for the city like it was yesterday...


Closed Mouth Effort


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.<br>


No thanks to you. I wasn't expecting a summons, but then you did always prefer things on your terms.


Don't bleed out on me.


Gnomes, you are slaves no longer. The Absolute may have use for you yet.


Stay 'ere then. See if you like the shadows any better.


Please, just <i>listen</i> - sending us out there is a death sentence. But there is another way.


You will fight another day.


<i>Once, long ago. </i>


At Shar's altar.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


What, exactly, was the point of that?


You still 'ere?


I see you're a charitable sort - perhaps you have some benevolence to spare for us poor souls?


Simple.<br>


It's our daughter. Kagha locked her up for stealing the idol - they need it for their precious ritual.


I was on my own after that. Fell in with Gortash not long after. If my folks had been alive, they would've sniffed him out straight away.


I know not so I say not. Yet I hear his name again, said by the shadows.


*The amount you've offered proves your piety and devotion. You may now pray here once a day for a divine blessing.*


Show the Absolute some Ironhand engineering!


Argh - those fungi are worth a thousand of you, you pissant!


Macte virtute!<br>v2


Falling


Can't stay away from me, petal? I don't blame you. But you've got a battle to win, and you won't do it looking at me with the coaxing eyes of a dying calf.<br>


Hands to yourself. What's through there isn't for you - not without permission.


A cruel conclusion to the mercy we showed, but hardly an unpredictable one. As long as it lives, so will its appetite.


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


Indeed. We all of us answer to the Sea herself, whether we know it or not.


This promises to be an amusing spectacle. Let us see if death can silence Volo at last.


Still stuck fast by some mechanism.


Let's get on, before the druids decide we're on their list of enemies, too.


I'd sooner split a skull, but as you wish.


Mizora. I'd take anything she says with a grain of salt. But with her claws as deep in our business as they are, I guess we can't ignore her completely.


That sensation again. I have betrayed my oath.


So ready to part with your gold to save yourself the bother of helping someone.


Phew, I'm getting all het up. Let's make tracks!


More of the clown. A grim manner of motley, this.


Was I rude to you before? My manners are quite dreadful, frankly. <br>


Try, motherfucker! See what happens!


Then go.


Now clear off. You want anything else - go to the shop. I've got work to do.


Plan's simple: your brain-bug is the bait - they'll trust you. Lure them in, then we hit 'em hard and fast. Once they're down, you grab the lantern.


Ahem. Sorry, pet, I'm not quite comfortable with doing this again yet.


Welcome to the club!


*Behind the Watcher's gaze, a presence awakens. You are seen, you are known.*


At last, slaughter kin. I will show you how Father loves me. I will score it into your bones.


Let's hope it doesn't come back to bite me later.


Nowhere you'd ever look. Go away.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v2


Mors tua, vita mea!


Dead. Finally.


Risus abundat!<br>v2


I hope the Wavemother sees fit to wash this stench away. It's burning my nose hairs...


Such a rigid code. This must not be an easy place to come of age.


Those beasts are here for a reason.


What is this place?


Bloodied tracks - quite small, too. A gnome found some trouble here.


Dying Burning


On it.


Arde!


Let's get you out.


Looks like an army marched through here.


Hope it doesn't see us.


For the best. The <i>ghaik</i> earned its fate.


I will have a home in Tu'narath yet, and Orpheus will be the light that guides me there.


*It seems the tunnel collapsed mid-dig and suffocated him. A crooked heart is embroidered on his left shoe.*


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Dying Burning<br>v6


<i>...Yes.</i> YES!


What is it? I'm... I'm busy.


Nicely handled. For sun-scum.


*You can feel the power it held - weak, but still divine. These soldiers were protected from the shadows by a blessing of Selûne.*


You know what? Never mind what you're doing - leave or I'll call for help.


Your cheeks aren't nearly ruddy enough, dearie! Are you hurt? Cold? Feverish?


Stupefacio!


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


Recovered <br>V3


They squander your most beauteous potential, and I will <i>not</i> stand for it.


Extra Recovered


Intestines throb. Blood whispers.


Fine, lumpy. You win.


Aha! That did it.


Voss is headed to Sharess' Caress? Something more than the 'company' draws him there. When we reach the city, we should find out what.


In it goes. Now to find something to forge.


*Afterwards, Lae'zel can strike him down. Vlaakith's bidding would still be done.*


You have defeated Ketheric Thorm, yet you who were content to leave Dame Aylin in his thrall until it served you best. How do you account for it?


Yes! He's a handful, but I like having him around.


<i>You are my puppet. Make no mistake. Without me, you have no value. </i>


Mystic Carrion is truly banished. He will not trouble this plane again.


Pigeon feathers. But no bird to go along with them.


*The presence deep in your mind is awake, unblinking. This is it. A single word pervades your consciousness: 'Soon'.*


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Prayer's all I've got right now. And best to pray to the god I'm liable to meet soon.


I'll have both, if I wish.


Bet I can crack that open.


Looks like the Absolute sent me a protector. Ya gonna kill them too?


Go on. Cheers, bottoms up, down the <b>hatch</b>.


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


Ah - a stray hand. Dribbles', of course - it's smeared with paint and blood.<br>


*Your belly rumbles as the vile brew fills it, yet your mind remains miraculously steady.*


Counsellor - are you all right?!


<i>The occupant was obsessed with magical plants. Sussur bark and the like. But no matter their source, I will take the mushrooms.</i>


Video veritatem!


*Your tadpole squirms. These people are infected with the parasite - but something is... off.*


I'm not sorry I kept this from you. Not one bit.


At least you made the effort.


I have something to ask.


Illy so busy. Only cares about the book. Book this. Book that. <i>Urgh.</i>


You slaughtered my honour guard. You abused my power.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


After your little sundown antics, I'm not sure I'm buying what you're selling.


Let's see.


Well. Got a bit more than we bargained for with that one.


Damn this fog.


Well, that's it for old Glut. He gave it his best shot, anyway.


Right. That seems to have worked.<br>


No - he merely offered patronage. The <i>Gondians</i> built the Steel Watch.


Buff


'Witness... believes herself... to be... dragon... possibly... deluded...'


Hurt Critical<br>var2


I'm sure you would. Likely before they'd had the chance to say anything useful.


Another? Whoever's behind this is certainly effective, and I've no more Fists to spare. Tell me you've found something else that could actually help us?


Those agents of the Absolute aren't gonna out themselves - now leave me to do my job, eh?


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


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


The beast's ahead. We need to get closer.


No idea.


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


Dragon claws. The marks look recent.


Someone escaped. One of the adventurers? Did they go back to the grove?


Did you forget how we wound up here? Those dragon-riding reavers tried to kill us!


Goddess.


Now you see me...


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


Madam - do not raise your voice. Calm down, and tell me why you're here.


*It appears that this crime is to be your last.*


Not even the most pious of priests could deliver them from this.


Can hardly feel the spinning.<br>


I can smell it from here. Like iron and fire - <i>delicious.</i>


<i>'Down the stairs, across the sand. Down the stairs, across the sand...'</i>


Don't worry, I've got you.


You have not discovered the secret of the Absolute. You must return to Moonrise Towers now that Ketheric is weak.


<i>Gh'rack</i>. Hook horrors.


Frange! v3


There is nothing I can tell you that you do not already know yourself. They trained you well, trained you hard. Chiselled away any part of you that did not fit their plan. They made you forget.


No doubt about it - this is where the hag must be.


I feel like we can finally breathe. Thank you.


Words fail me.


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


Should've kept your focus on me.


Welcome, ra'stil. If you're looking for the Kith'rak, I would advise caution. Her patience hangs thin.


Closed Mouth Effort


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


Alas, this is the only path to Moonrise Towers. So into the dark I go.


No, no, no...


CoughIll<br>var 3


What does that mean? A patriar's loss of power? Wealth? Or do we need to kill someone?


Time to kill the hag - permanently.


No need to be modest, you were a delight to behold.


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


Could be a help.


Where are you going? We don't have time to waste. Ketheric is vulnerable.


This chest is deeper than it looks... A double bottom. Of course.


Sarcasm at the ready.


*As the inquisition departs, you are left alone with a familiar headache.*


Minsc thinks she is owing you this much, at least. We look forward to your return - healed and pure of chest!


ARGH. You knuckle-dragging gobshite.


The Dark Lady's presence - she is here!


The Crown is not the answer. I promise you that.


*The block has a broadsheet article engraved upon it. It speaks positively of you.*


Torchstalk! Best watch my step - they like to explode.


Empty.


<i>Name your sacrifice.</i>


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


So... a vampire spawn. Is my throat safe?


The Underdark is a popular option. Just try to avoid the vampire spawn - I can't promise they'll be as friendly as yours truly.


Laughter


By the Black Hand - I'd recognise that voice anywhere. Karlach! It's been an eternity.


I need a shovel to dig this up.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min1:31_GnashedTeethReaction<br>var 2


You are worthy.


Ahem. Mm.


Why, you heartless -


Come through that door, and you're getting a knife in the guts.


Maybe Umberlee will set her hand to all the strangeness going on in Grey Harbour now she's lost one of her own.


Let's see what you're hiding.<br>


Very well. What do you want to know?


Oh I'm gonna cut you up so good.


Macte virtute!<br>v3


Mors certa!


Neither did Berrk. Or Perral. Didn't stop them running.


Don't worry - I have things under control. For now.


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


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


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


You sound all but deranged by blood, but I suppose even a feral wolf has a caring hound at heart.


*Your attempted bribery has cost you far more than gold. You're being locked up for good.*


Loquere si tibi placet!


There have been several attacks by different monsters. The druids blame us 'outsiders' for drawing them here. Nobody's welcome anymore.


They just keep coming.


Ugh.


Well? Whaddya think, now you had a swig of the hooch?


Another survivor. We may yet see an end to this torment.


An open, empty tomb - seems someone went for a stroll.


All those lives... was it truly worth it?


Best get in and out.


In any case, out came the crossbow, and a hush fell over the entire room.


Then can it!


BreathShortClosed<br>var 2


But I know the truth.


Te absolvo!<br>v2


Time for a quick talk.


The obstacles ahead of us promise to be higher still -


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


Snappy dresser, that Willoughby, though he should lose the monocle.


Oh, it's you. Well, I'm glad you like them.


I swear, I've never met such a pair of cheapskates.


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


Infernal gems, straight from the heart of Minauros. For that special someone.


Every Bhaalspawn, other than he who would be Chosen, is born to die.


Ma'am - our friends are trapped in the cave-in. And I know a way to get them out.


<i>Rid of the Emperor's influence at last. What comes next, we decide.</i>


Non compos mentis!


No lock, no handle. How does it open?


Canto te!


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


Insert the artefact - or I take it from your corpse. This is the way forward.


That's not true.


Always room for more.


<i>A-ha! A fellow friend of Gortash! Praise the Absolute. </i>


I bet this idol's powerful enough for Gale to get something out of it.


Alas, it's the only path to Moonrise Towers. We have to push into the dark.


Look, we just need to go past the foundry along the docks.


Not long before we leave scouring places like this behind. Part of me will miss it.


Wyll fights for good, does he not? It is not for Minsc or you to judge a hero like the Blade of Frontiers.


Welcome to the true heart of the House of Grief. For what is grief but a facet of loss? And what is loss but the very nature of my Lady Shar's power?


Come. He'll have had a hoard nearby.


I initiated this plot. I brought Ketheric and Orin together to create the Absolute.


These flowers - they're creating anti-magic fields!


Help...


Vlaakith holds dominion over the entire plane. And she is not 'irritable' - she is ruthless.


This <i>zaith'isk</i> is a deviation. It was altered - there is no other explanation.


Quite the gossip, aren't you? Wouldn't have thought you cared.


These might be the toys from the letter. Shouldn't touch, no matter how cute.


I'll need a break from the city, of course. Let things blow over a bit, shall we say?


Seems you'll be the one to save the Duke. Maybe we can split the bonus, hm?


Do not let your guard down - one misstep, and we're dead.


I have just the thing.


Shout


Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.


I respect your hustle, sweetheart, but it won't work on me.


Make sure whoever we're stickin' it to knows we're doin' it for the Absolute.


Hostium munera!


And I'm not done with you yet, pup. Our future together looks real bright.


I have an itch in the worst place.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


From here they went... Damn! It's all so confused.


Let's try this way.


<i>In my name.</i>


This sensation - these flowers are absorbing all the magic in the air.


I'd like to keep an eye on things, thanks.


Evanesco!


The blood of Selûne? I was expecting we'd find this Nightsong relic, not some sacrifice.


A lot of people died because you lost the run of yourself. Isobel shielded them from the shadows - and you left them vulnerable.


Yes.


<i>Istik, </i>now that you have the Hammer you must find a way to enter the Astral Prism.


Why'd you take it? We were just playing!


Half of the children here are already mutilated by poverty and starvation.


You wouldn't dare! I -


*This is no physical ailment, it is a spiritual malaise. The man's mind has been gripped by the Shadowfell... yet it has not broken.*


*The hunter warns you to remain still, considering why a cultist would turn on its kind.*


Best act fast.


Together now.


Damn, that burns.


You are obviously wrong, as demonstrated by the fact that I am on staff at this tavern, and this is my form of elocution.


Stop hiding and I'll make it quick.


Someone's in agony. Coming from beneath the windmill.


Mr Dekarios, sir! Why - you're back!


Can't summon any ogres now. Not unless this horn has necromantic properties...


Githyanki have playmates. Thrill-partners. But I'd never heard anyone profess love, nor read of it in our slates.


Just don't you consider transforming. The tentacles won't suit you at all, darling.


If we can survive the druids, we might survive the goblins.


You need to buy me.


My patience wanes.


I'm still wondering about the dead drow.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Recovered <br>V2


Over there.


Sazza also spoke of the Absolute. New god in town?


I offer your death to the Nightsinger.


It should be here somewhere. He said there was a hidden passage underneath the temple.


Vengeance is a bitter pill for kind souls. I pity Karlach that she could not savour Gortash's death.


I didn't take these refugees for killers. Maybe I've misjudged them.


What's this? For a ritual of some sort?


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


Urgh. Smells like a MUD FART.


Hurry, the palace is being sealed. You must not be late. You must not anger the master.


Enough, Yannis. I don't teach you how to pray, so don't teach me how to investigate.


More than most. A few strangers may stare - but they'll keep their daggers sheathed.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 2


Or, we could remember how brave, and kind, and smart he was - every single day. That's my plan, anyway.


Attack<br>var 3


Caeco te!<br>v2


First step is the hardest.


Effort v6


Seems I can understand illithid script. Thank you, tadpole.


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


I can't tell if this is a temple or a library.