I sincerely hope there's actually a cure to be found in this place. We're putting ourselves in unnecessary danger otherwise...


Pus-supping maggot.


Incommodum!


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


I accept my fate - for now. But the life of a divine is longer than you can fathom, Sharran. And this cold chapter will close, one day.


Not how I wanted you to open your heart.


Half-right, sharp-eyes - a Zhent <i>is</i> a normal trader. Just a matter of what's for sale.


*Your confession is unexpected, but changes nothing. You're about to be locked up.*


You'd be well rewarded for the risk. But if that won't sway you, there's nothing more to discuss.


We're good, right?


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


I can't believe Dribbles did this - <i>the</i> Dribbles.


He's not gone that far. Not even close.


Press on. Make this worth it.


Loquere si tibi placet!


That's... very kind, actually. Thank you.


*Hiss!* BAAAA.


I swear, Rolan, if you're bleeding out on some patch of cursed darkness while I'm here...


No bleeding out on my watch.


Let us travel to his chambers, his lair. We will see him undone in the style of the dead, unburied Ketheric Thorm.


Back again, I see.


A little bit of this will turn your blood to treacle.


Looks like the booze got the better of them. They're practically unconscious.<br>


If this ship hits the ground, we're dead!


As you like.


Wake up, you brainless gimcrack! I'm being attacked!


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


More owlbear eggs... already hatched. No point in taking these.


May your ale be dark, and the loving sweet!


Shouldn't have made me your enemy.


There is an enterprise within the city that I help to support. I know I said I wasn't given to charity, but this place is dear to my heart.


*This pod's inhabitant must have taken a lot of damage while they were inside.*


Pay attention.


And you shall have it. This I promise you.


Hmm. It won't move.


Yes. It's a good thing we were here.


Phantom bricks. What are you hiding, hmm?


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


*The Mother Superior shook her head. You were not yet ready. But you would persist. You would try harder. One day, you would become a Dark Justiciar.*


He went to make sure those 'strays' could go.


Guild... wanted the cargo...


Best act fast.


There we have it. Lorroakan the immortal.


It depends on the person, and their <i>virility.</i> For you, I'd recommend two doses.


This mug helped me escape though. I say we stick a few holes in them... show how grateful we are.<br>


A protector is guarding it, if I'm reading this right. And this 'hot hammer' is key to its downfall.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


It felt like a quake fit to topple Ramazith's Tower.


Aren't you one of those adventurers they write about? I can't read, but my father told me all about you.


Whatever comes next, I must consider with a rational mind, not an emotional one. There are more important things out there than you and I. You made that quite clear.


VO_SFX : Downed v2


We don't need another - the master said we have enough.


No opening this with that lock still on it.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


But of course! With my power and your tentacles, how could we lose?


The Zhentarim - mercenaries and cut-throats. Useful friends, if you can afford them.


Hells, I wouldn't want to get hit by that.


Poisonin' the only good thing in this dump...


You can't... She will come for me again...


He's dead? Then there's some justice in the world, after all.


Remember your place, child. The True Souls stand above you, and I above them.


A shapeshifter? At least we didn't murder the actual clown.


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


Banites... said to... put explosives... in the toys... or else...


Lord... baaaack.


Breath_Fast<br>Var 3


Thank you, I try.


Whatever it is, I'm afraid I can't help you.


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


That's every piece of him. Time to take this sorry jigsaw to the ringmaster.


Another fight. Let's go.


*At the back of the crevice lies a bag, enfolded in the chitinous squabbling of spiders. A shiny gold coin pokes from its mouth.*


There are sixteen different ways I could really hurt you right now.


I'm no devil. And <i>you're</i> no bounty hunter. I saw you before. On the mind flayers' ship.


You did the right thing, Wyll. Your father will die with honour. He will go with the gods. If you sacrificed yourself, you'd be lost forever.


It doesn't seem to have worked out so well for them.<br>


Effort v9


Pearls before swine.


How has it come to this?


*You search your mind, but remember nothing useful about goblin social order or behaviour.*


Go on.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


I know. That doesn't mean it stings any less.


Oh, the dog's had enough fun? Lazy mutt.


More sea devils. I can't imagine why they've ventured so close to the city...


Thou shalt return me home. It is written!


I think that's quite bloody obvious. But <i>why</i>?


Shapeshifters. We'll have to look twice at everyone, no matter how trusted.


They likely have a camp nearby. I'd expect more raiders eventually.


I'll have to make it up to you in Baldur's Gate. In... about a tenday, let's say.


Good day to you, madam. I apologise, but Lady Jannath is not currently welcoming visitors.


Too fast for my reflexes, I fear.


Quiet.


Doesn't work.


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


An early morning - road's stretching before us yet.


<i>I fed. Energy changed from one form to another. The essence of all things. Do not mourn my bodily functions.</i>


It no longer has the power to harm me, now that I've removed it from Shar's domain.


What's in here...?


*Protect the box. Find your contact in Baldur's Gate. Fulfil Shar's command.*


Indeed. She's a uniquely vicious case. All the more reason she <i>must</i> be stopped.


Oh! What is <i>in</i> that?


*His breaths are shallow, his wounds deep. He doesn't respond to your voice.*


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


Hey, I'm not the one snapping like a leather thong.


Oh, well this is... a lot. What a lot of blood...


When the goblins jumped us, most of my crew scarpered, just like I taught 'em to. The old codger didn't.


Perhaps not.


I know that, too. It just wasn't funny.


Hold your tongue. This horde could bring even a mounted <i>kith'rak</i> to her knees.


Buff


Shut it, you - and help me with these barrels.


You are infinite.


Perhaps using Ethel's wand wasn't the best idea.


Your terrible tidings have cost me everything - my grand design, dashed to ruins.


In Bhaal's name.


If you have information about the NIGHTSONG, great riches await. If you are here to waste the great wizard Lorroakan's time, reconsider.


Just get out of here! Please!


Jaheira said we should serve drinks, but that we shouldn't serve drunks.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


I do - because it's through practice that I seek to perfect. To augment.


Sol Invictus!


Vos curo!<br>v2


I am shy.


*Felogyr's Fireworks.*


I don't think there's a bit of me that isn't hurting after that fight. Worth it, though.


I can't work without a blueprint.


'When the people need a miracle, you cannot wait for the gods to answer.'


These symbols are nonsense to me... so why can I read them?


Attack


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


Damn - it's frozen solid.


Worship me, the prophet of the end!


*The lava elemental stares back at you. As your eyelashes start to singe, you realise this is what it's been like for people facing your infernal heat.*


<i>Tread carefully now.</i>


Don't get too close.


*Your attack has drawn cold scrutiny. Repeating your actions could have dire consequences.*


Makeshift Selûnite graves. They were buried with haste.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


No. Why would I bury a weapon? Is it broken?


I am Rolan, apprentice to Lorroakan himself - do not try me!


Aye, I considered that. But there's a pattern to his strikes - an intent.


Torre!


Should get started.


From this distance between Elturel and Baldur's Gate, I'd say... a long way away.


Suffocating shadows, dank musty air. This is the Underdark...<br>


*Vellioth's second lesson is that power comes from solitude. To share with others is to be weak, and to be weak is to fail... and die.*


Gigans!


A key - it might open the tollhouse vault.


Vae victis!


That could have been worse.


Indeed. These creatures are mightier than they look.


Attack


Invoco te!


You left me to die.


'This poor dear wished never to lay eyes on her family again.'


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


*The rat stares, ever so slightly calmed.*


We were the first to discover the cult. And if you had only waited, we might have marshalled our numbers and -


Impero mortuos!


Aren't you a sight for sore eyes.


Not even for a Bhaalspawn.


Hell's fire. <i>She's coming.</i>


Devil's are slippery creatures. They'd twist their tongues into knots to convince you a rockpile was mithril.


Th-thank you for sharing, truly.


Marcus? He's been with us from the beginning. Since...


<i>But be warned. In their natural state, both of these mushrooms can be quite dangerous.</i>


Welcome back, True Soul! You've come in the spirit of trade, I hope?


*You did as the Undying Queen asked.*


Yes. Rocky bodies named after a false goddess.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 1


*Fallen members of the Emerald Enclave. Casualties in the war against Ketheric Thorm, years past.*


Only a few more... bouts.


Careful!


Ah. You survived this run.


No, not another word. This isn't your fault.


*She's repelled by the Selûnite relics. They are an offence to her goddess - <i>Shar</i>.*


Perhaps I missed my calling as a thief.


Pointless. That which binds him protects him, too.


Victory v3


Funny symbol on this prayer sheet. Hidden away for any special reason?


Stuck fast. Got to be another way to open it.<br>


*Your body locks, but it moves no further. You can feel Cazador trying to control you, but you fight the magic to a standstill.*


Rent is due soon. I was thinking I could pick up some shifts at the Elfsong?


No, no, no...


If this came to blows, Cal would never forgive me. Lia is only alive because of you.


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


That corpse - it's Arabella's father. Or rather, what's left of him.


We have never been true allies - just toys in its game.


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


Of course Ethel is involved in this mess. Question is, where has she got to now?


You can't die - not like this!


I know, I know. But we need a <i>plan.</i>


Let's get that patched up.


Stop this. I love you, Oskar. And I know you love me.


It's a nice horn - but useless now.


Wound looks clean. Small mercies.


Harpers - let us do what we must.


Hm. All right.


All right, Rolan. Let's see if your powers match your ego.


You're smarter than this. You know which way the wind's blowing.


This bear isn't quite fit for playing with yet.


Indeed, I am but one of your lovers. You and I should each seek happiness, wherever it lies. You are all I want, but I will not hoard you to myself. Let others know the happiness of being with you.


I can't activate it from here.


Recovered <br>V4


<i>Bombs away!</i>


Here goes nothing.<br>


Happy to assist a friend.


Some sort of temple? Looks abandoned.


Bet this book of necromancy has some hefty magic in it. Gale, what do you think?


You're the boss.


We have the High Harper. I suppose that's almost as good as a trebuchet.


Judging by the state of the leg, this must be part of the clown.<br>


You need to get wise, young one. Pretty alone doesn't last.


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


Thrumbo... back...


What the... this stuff is everywhere.


What is the creature doing to those corpses?


And I have been evicted from the very place I was charged to safeguard. A telling summary of my time as Archdruid, perhaps...


Fine. I will share what I have. But keep it to yourself; the goblins would squander it.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


Where's our dream guardian?


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


What is this place...?


Well, it was worth one last shot.


As I feared - there is no place in your company for me. I want no part of this, or of you.


So, Lae'zel's going to war with Vlaakith? Going to break her chains in Baldur's Gate?


Don't.


They. Are. Not. But trifle with them we will - Wulbren knows exactly where to hit them.


Whatever made those tracks seems to be in here...


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_lp10s<br>var 3


Sob<br>var 1


Leave <i>nothing</i> behind - the Hells will freeze before we return to this dump.


Let me see to those wounds.


Careful! No matter how stealthy you are, a squirrel will always know when you have stolen his nuts. Boo has learned this, at great cost.


Were they heading to the druids' grove?


Good evening, Master! Oh, I am inundated with relief, having finally found your vile self.


Don't flatter yourself.


Blast. Even worse the second time around.


Esto perpetua!


I kinda like it. Rough around the edges.


I can't attest to the specifics. But I do know that not long after insertion, the host (that's you) turns into a mind flayer.


So bold in the face of death... Perhaps you may live after all.


I expect Lia and Cal to demand yet <i>another </i>showcase of prestidigitation, so I'd like a moment to myself.


Recovered <br>V4


Assistance is at hand.


PainTeeth<br>var 2


Closed Mouth Effort v7


You suppose right. Not that it matters anymore. You're too dangerous - I've got to put a stop to you.


*The man's mind burns with empty ecstasy, utterly enslaved by the Absolute. You can sense nothing else.*


Nice. Time to see what's lurking back there.


Did I play games like this in my youth? Was I sweet once?


In a little. I've got a bit more shopping to do.


But today, they are your allies. For today, we fight a greater evil than any of you have ever known. And we cannot fight it alone.


Which worg upchucked you?


What kind of contraption is this?


Why are you here, anyway?


Footprints leading into the cave. Small enough to belong to a child, or a gnome.


Glacies!


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


Fiat voluntas dei!


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


Dying Burning<br>v4


If only I was mounted on that dragon.


Mistress! It's me, yer loyal servant, Sazza. I'm back - an' I brought a friend.


<i>He looks just the same. Same as he did ten years ago. That smirk.</i>


Don't mind the Lady's Court. Just playing a new game - what we'd call you if you joined our ranks. Way you're going, we just might let you.


You sure we can trust 'em?


Oh, I do love when you get nasty. The Blade's always had an edge.


Oh no.


Esurio!


Vae victis!<br>v2


A letter about the wine festival... Ah. No. An invoice.


I have to say, I thought you'd look worse, but no. Not a tentacle to be seen.


Refreshing.


That could have been worse.


That didn't hurt at all!


That's curious.


Since Ketheric is the Chosen of Myrkul, that means... the Absolute is a front for the gods of death and our enemies are Chosen of the Dead Three.


Enjoy the party.


I prefer steel myself. But <i>I </i>was raised well.


Looks like quite a place.


It's just embarassing to need something like this.


Vos curo!<br>v2


For you, oh horned cheek.


There were drow here, so my best guess would be the Underdark.


You... pet of the Bhaalspawn. Your master refused a most delicious fate this day.


Down, Klaw! Bad girl!


*Gurgle.*


Be wary, this place is trapped.


True Soul - take their heads. The Absolute commands it!


'Course, now that you're 'ere... we'd gladly let ya take over!


There's a temple down there?! And something lurking in there, too. Fascinating.


<i>You? </i>Well. In you get, then. Hope you brought somethin' good to chug.


You - you're the one. The <i>mind flayer. </i>


It's Phoenix! She's dead!


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


Not big enough. Now get out before you get hurt. <i>Now.</i>


Are you invited to Gortash's ceremony? If not, worry not - read all about the coronation of Baldur's Gate's first Archduke in today's issue!


There was talk of your hammer. And... Minsc's head as the anvil.


She's toying with me. What does she want?


Ahh, my nest is still whole! Those monsters didn't touch it.


Ale me!<br>v2


Aqua pura!<br>v3


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


Still, there would be little more than ashes left of the grove without you.


I wonder who - or <i>what</i> - those chains are for.


The toys from the barn - this is where he crafted those murderous little things.


Dodge


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


A critical step.


I wonder what brought an orthon to a place like this? We'll never find out now...


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


Damn - the brew's acquired a spark!


You're still the city's best chance of sending the Absolute packing. So, yes - I need you. I even <i>like </i>you.


*You stand before a truly resplendent portrait of Queen Vlaakith in all her glory.*


Ketheric Thorm, leading Shar's forces. Quite the about-face for a warrior of Selûne.


Look, whatever you planned with Rugan, <i>they know.</i> Be ready for anything.


Everything is about him, everything is about his pain. Godsdamit Rolan!


You did well, love. At least he'll wake up to some friendly faces.


<i>Argh.</i>


Looks like any regular weapons I have work here too.


Perhaps you do, but let's leave no doubt - I can't truly love you. Not like most define it. I'll always have to keep a place for Lady Shar.


I'm afraid Master Figaro has... passed. I am happy to help you with all your fashion needs, however.


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


Our Lady has always admired the Morninglord - let's hope you prove her right.


Aha! I see a ring of devils, dangling temptation. And Wyll resisted - what evil is there in this?


I guess you need this.


Scab-licking vagrant!


Wouldn't expect him to be very friendly after an aeon of captivity.


I admit, it isn't my primary interest. Not by any stretch.


You've got this.


Text is too faded. Doesn't tell me who was worshipped here.


My life is in danger. As I knew it would be the moment I joined you.


Incende!


We'll... figure something out.


Mortalis!


Damn, that burns.


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


*This would have been your fate too, were it not for the Astral Prism and the mysterious visitor inside of it.*


Huh. Where's Gale?


I'm not saying you're wrong, I just hope there's another way.


<i>Do you know how hard it was to find that? To cultivate it to be safe for communion? </i>


Attack


This next spell should be interesting.


She pops in and out of existence all over the House, but whatever you've seen is just a trick of the light.


One step closer to the end of this project - ah, so very close!


It's <i>you</i>.


I have no time for small talk.


Breathe quiet, move with care.


*Perhaps it would be wise to focus on finding a cure. As wonderful as the sun is, you can hardly enjoy it if your face rips open.*


Both sides of you look the same to me. But he worked hard to capture your likeness. Sketched you over and over until he was satisfied.


I can't lose you.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v2


You have bonded with Lae'zel, body and soul. Her scent lingers on your skin. If there is to be anything between us, it must be with her consent. And perhaps some day, her participation.


Dying Burning<br>v5


May the gods take you first.


We look forward to it.


Best help before it gets worse.


Do not fail me.


<i>(I hardly think that's any of your business.)</i>


Acidum!


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 2


*An echo of the past shows a man hunched over a ledger, quill in hand. Tolls collected on the Risen Road, destined for Moonrise.*


I'll use it to smash the true heir's bonds. <i>Yisk Gith'ka tavki krash'ht </i>- the githyanki <i>will</i> be free.


Let's see.


I'm getting rather used to it, unfortunately.


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


Resisto!


Waterdeep? Githyanki use a portal like this to travel to labyrinths beneath that very city.


My teachings say nothing of them. They could be meaningless trinkets.


Whoever built it, they've let it rot for ages.


Don't fall in, Boo!


Nearly out of sky - it's now or never.


<i>And yet you emulate it so well.</i>


And they will pose a greater threat than Ketheric.


The circus is gone. And all its charlatans along with it.


Could be. But I'm not sure either. And I'd rather rely on our wits and our weapons than a tadpole that could be up to anything in there.


We need to protect the portal!


Ugh.


And out of every soul walking the planes, <i>you chose her.</i>


That's one worry I can leave behind me, at least.


Invoco te!<br>v3


No matter, Mr Dekarios. Tara's here now, and she'll sort you out. But first, my payment.


Cheers for that. If you... If you need clothes, you know where I am.


Please...


Resisto ignem!


A rune. But for what?


Think of this next time you fancy a NAP on duty!


Voco spicae!


Dodge
v2


Ferio!


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 3


That's Jergal, Scribe of the Dead. I didn't think anyone still worshipped him.


And not a devil to be found. This is it. I'm finally free.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Orpheus... inspiration... gives me hope...


Enough of your kind have wreaked destruction on this plane for me to be confident in my assertion.


Every moment counts.


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


If the fight should turn against us, and we have no other option, then rest assured I shall unleash the orb. But I believe there is a much grander destiny in store for us.


Bene curatur!


That odd staff might be of interest to Gale.


Ah, just like the book. I simply have to get across, remembering where the platforms are.


I had hoped the stones would have ensured our victory by now, but it was not to be. Let us press on - this is not over while we still draw breath.


Voco arvina!<br>v2


Let me take a closer look. I ain't seen anything like this before.


I wonder if they've got any plum rhum down at the Mermaid? I know! I'll check the shebeen in the Guildhall.


Meet me at Basilisk Gate if you've anything more to report. And <i>good luck</i>.


Excellent. Stuck no longer.


Best stick to the refugee camp, outsider - where you belong.


Look at that.


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


One wrong move and I'd have been a statue, imprisoned for eternity...<br>


Do  not give up.


Why go so far - do so much to save my friend - only to cut him down?


You're doing a good job keeping this merry band of freaks together. Good leaders are hard to come by, you know.


Time for some bloody work.


Hold up, ya rat - I asked you a question. Thrinn know you're sniffing around?


Or maybe a spear is more your thing?


Did you enjoy the show? It was but an opening act, blood sister.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 1


My head... oh gods, my <i>head!</i>


At least there's no shortage of enemies out there for you to kill. A veritable feast for the violent-at-heart.


Until then, we'll keep drinking wine when we meet.


I think we've found two duergar who are going to get spit in their drinks.


You know, for a while there, I thought Shadowheart was going to stay stuck in Sharville. Maybe become the duke of the place.


Is someone... singing?


*An overpowering stench singes your nostrils. Nothing good happened here.*


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


To understand pain and its intimacies...


*You are flooded with memories of the distant past. Creatures slain, lovers reunited, spells crackling through the air.*


I... I will hear no more of it.


Good. Backtrack along the road to the east and look for a wagon. Bodies. The usual.


Fire in those eyes. I smell a trap.


I grieve to tell you, Wyll, they never were.


The hag's lair. Would that I could kill her twice over.


This will help.


You will? Oak Father bless you. I'll be in your debt twice over if we succeed.


*The Bhaal Amulet trembles in frightened awe.*


Ah, Wyvern Whisky - Nimbral's finest nectar. Haven't seen a bottle of this since I was last in Waterdeep.


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


Let us be mindful in the future, at least. There are few fair bargains.


These faithful folk need some goods moved into the city. Our ships are obliging - <i>quietly.</i>


Expello te!<br>v2


Out of my sight!


Time to get this thing fired up.


No matter - the deal is done, and the sacrifice was made.


Sorry. Knocks the wind right out of me.


If you're happy, I'm happy. Are you happy?


My steel is yours.


Looks like the hag made a shortcut. Clever.


*You recognise your goddess' rite - a warrior's sacrifice. Only blood, freely given, will honour the fallen.*


No! I mean - we have different quests. I wouldn't want to distract this fellow from his path any more than he'd want to lead us from ours.


This'll give me an edge.


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


Just go. Please.


Slowly...


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Now enough sniffing around and get me out of this thing.


It's not over yet. He'll wake up.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Come on, Kev... Know what'll cheer you up?


Hurt


Minsc is the Stone Lord? Jaheira's friend doesn't sound so friendly after all.


Yes - the Hammer is ours!


It'd be even <i>nicer</i> if we were on the road to Baldur's Gate already.


Gustas dulcis!


Effort v2


You ought to have revealed this plot before; aye, I would have slept with both eyes open wide.


The shape is odd, feels strangely familiar...


Then you are free...


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


Richly deserved.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


<i>Now go. Warm my blade with moon-crazed blood. And be wary of your companion - she pries in your thoughts.</i>


I don't know, maybe there just weren't any good options. I only hope we picked the least bad one.


That was more than he strictly needed to know. You're not intending to surrender her over to him, are you...?


In any case, I am a slave no longer - and your money troubles are over, rest assured. For you have saved none other than Oskar Fevras.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


You will not survive this encounter, citizen.


Y'know, no one said nothin' about a drow coming through.


I am no kitten. I seek something <i>far </i>more challenging.


Something here is disturbing the Weave. Magic might be unreliable.


<i>Traitor! You think you can stand against me </i>and<i> the Absolute? </i>


Ignore her, Umi. Go on, now - practise what you've learned.


Et alibi!


We did what we did. Let's just see this through to the end.


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


Voco arvina!


Blood everywhere. The smell is so strong.


They're cowards, mother. You don't owe them anything.


Fine.


And when the chance to strike comes, you must take it. For there may only be one chance.


Hurt Critical


Unless you want to end up swinging like Florrick, you'll move along.


Looks a bit like your friend here.


I wish I could offer more assistance. For now, I must keep a close watch on Kagha.


So, a deal's been struck with Raphael at least. He certainly drew out his sales pitch for long enough.


Damn. Didn't work.


We never stopped. Thank you, Moonmaiden. You let me see my Jenevelle, my baby girl, one last time.


On your feet!<br>


*Customers are reminded that the lower vaults are the sole jurisdiction of the Counting House guards above all other authorities, earthly or divine.*


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


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


The <i>kith'raki</i> will chase me to each end of the Material Plane. I have no ally but my own blade.


Looks empty.


I'm asking you to <i>live</i>, Wyll. I don't want to hurt you. And, to be frank, I'd rather not find out how the Blade got his name.


Caeco te!


Tell me <i>everything</i>.


Won't even slow you down.


Would anyone else like to sit down? Lie down? Drink until we fall down, perhaps?


<i>Don't. </i>I'm grateful you saved me, but I'm a hair's breadth from pummelling everyone in this place. You can thank Rolan for that.


There is something about that tree. Something <i>wrong.</i>


Hmmph. Selûnite detritus.


Do - do you want to try it?


YOU HAVE MY RING - THAT IS REWARD ENOUGH.


Can she possibly be Ketheric's daughter?


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


Closed Mouth Effort v7


What I want? Perhaps not... But what I need? I believe so. But it may not be the last turn of the page, even if it seems so.


Use the planecaster's power to enter the artefact.


What are you hiding in there? There's some weird shadows swimming around.


Your wish is my regret.


The end's in sight. I can <i>feel </i>it.


No apology required. Take all the time you need.


Cresceat scientia!
v2


There's worse ways to travel, I guess.


A pity for us you have promised your body to the Blade.


<i>The nautiloid's attacking. Avoid its fire!</i>


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Poor love.


---my master---
  --i must-  --OBEY--
-i must---

END


Puny?! I am strong! I am virile! I am -


Ugh - fungal spores. And they're everywhere.


Where the hells are we?


Feculent beast!


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


*The owlbear glances quickly back, then squares its gaze at you. You follow its glance...*


It's a little obvious, frankly.


Even if the light is just as bleak as everything else, and...


Then show me. And may the Absolute bless the victor!


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


I don't want to.


I am. Never again will our people suffer under illithid enslavement. <i>Zai, zai, zai!</i>


*You realise you are talking to a brain rather than a person - but you know no creature like this.*


Pulchrior!


That smell - this wine's been poisoned.


Beautiful day, isn't it? Do make the most of it. You never know how many you've got left.


This cowl's definitely enchanted. Gale could use this.


*You're sure the gold will be most useful in catching the one responsible.*


Don't let Jaheira catch you dawdling.


Come on, get up.<br>


Mm-mm. I don't like the sound of that.<br>


The Crown is not my weakness - it is what made me what I am.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Avarice and self-interest. Instruments of the Lord of Murder, wouldn't you say?


Pipe down!


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


Still nothing.


*You magic has caused a panic. The alarm is being raised.*


Stay your hand - these two must be important.


It shall be done.


That was no party trick. Somebody's missing - can't you tell? That illithid you keep in your pocket can't hear us anymore.


Something's sparkling in there, but it's mostly slag.


Cave circulum!<br>v3


Voco glacies!<br>v2


Merciful Tymora. That's the first piece of good news I've heard since Elturel, but I'm not pinning all my hopes on you.


They also make <i>excellent </i>low-cost bodyguards - and you can't be too careful with the way things are going.


I sense you don't quite appreciate the urgency of the matter. Dawdling may cost us dearly.


Steel soldiers are no match for Ironhand ingenuity.


The finder keeps, yes?


*Humming.*


Githyanki must be near - the psionic detector's gone off.


Look - there's something on the other side. No way through from here though.


So, is it true? Cazador is dead by your hand, and so are our children?


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


You know what must be done. Transform. <i>Evolve</i>.


How about we slip out of here, before the next bone party starts?


Karlach: her fire within can incinerate an enemy or warm a beloved.


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


*You hear the blood gurgle in his struggling lungs - his last ounce of strength is spent.*


Dammon! Thank the gods. I've been looking for you everywhere.


You'll have to wait. I can't talk right now.


Oh, I like the sound of that! I do indeed.


That's what I was thinking too. Was drinking to get up the courage to do it.


It is a beast of unspeakable violence that consumes all in its path, including the soul of the one who is host to it.


The skill of a dragon-rider - breathtaking.


Awfully heavy. That's infernal metal for you.


Keen eye. I suppose I could be persuaded.


Te video!<br>v2


<i>Hmm.</i>


Of course. It is well-earned.


Like them, he will be true to his word, should we do as he asks, but he will stand to gain more than he gives.


I'm more worried about this parasite than a few goblins. We need a healer.


No tadpoles in this brine pool.


No more so than the rest of the volatile tomes in Tolna's collection. I had her keep them under lock and key to avoid any mishaps.


A True Soul with a mind of her own... How is that possible?


I'll have to disagree with you there. Having not one but two parasitic entities within your body does very little for one's faith in one's personality.


*You recall a recent scandal - a patriar of Baldur's Gate who wished to marry a commoner.*


So we're in Elturgard. That means Baldur's Gate lies west - rather far west even.


You're the first grown-up who's ever gotten in here. Not bad.


Hail Duke Wyll Ravengard!


Too late! It's a deal.


The specifics are rather personal, but suffice it to say that it is a malady I have learned to live with - though not without some effort.


After all - you've been a very good boy.


What's this sensation? A piece of me, lost to the wind.


I think Shadowheart would like a word.


A pity you amounted to so little, despite my efforts.


They're better off without me. I'm scared. All I want is to go home.


The great and powerful Lorroakan, offering our humble group an audience? We are honoured.


Enough! This ends here and now - at last.


You can trust that Silvanus will punish me for it twice over.


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


The ratcatcher that became a lord.


Your father too, if our fortunes are so kind.


Well, that made something move... somewhere. Better look around.


Plue!


<i>Rhaal'tuuch!</i>


You always were sensible. This heart inside me is about to blow. Doesn't matter which body it obliterates, right?


She was an artist. A bard. And even if she was nothing at all, she deserved to live.


It's your money. Let's get a crowd together to watch you lose it, eh?


No. Come closer - feed the new flesh.


Their corpses may have <i>something</i> of use...


Hmm. It won't move.


A Selûne prayer book. Hmm, well she didn't answer any prayers from this place.


Does this help?


Jaheira's adept at keeping secrets - to conceal a family is no mean feat. Perhaps her skills lean more towards the Dark Lady than she realises...


Doesn't change the plan though - we'll head over there, and check for survivors.


Sorry.


It is! This adventurer has an illithid tadpole inside their head. But they haven't turned.


That drow cowl might have bits of magic lingering inside it. Something for Gale.


I should speak up.


I'll give it a shot.


Though his love is notably missing - Karlach. She perished with the expiration of her heart. Though Astarion doth hold hope that there is life after death for her yet - after all, there was for him.


Hurt Critical


Chomp. CHOMP.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 3


Down the hatch.


Good. The sooner we get out of here the better.


This is all my fault. But I made a promise!


Just waiting to venture forth here.


What did you do? The queen! Her face! <i>Vlaakith m' zath'ak!</i>


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


Demonspawn. We need to burn them out - they spread <i>quickly</i>.


Oh, my pustulating godhead! Why do you degrade yourself, wearing the shameful hatpiece of a mere <i>servant</i>?


Damn, that burns.


I do. Thank you for understanding.


*The Crown is in the depths of the Chionthar. You will salvage the stones and reforge the Crown, the power of Netheril in your hands at last.*


Dominate the brain - <i>now</i>! Or all is lost!


The disc rose up... after I moved something on the altar?


Ask me anything, and it will be yours.


As for the idol? It's nothing compared to a life. A mere object, next to one of nature's creations.


I can attend only to my lord.


We got the Absolute's might on our side. Someone speaks against her, jus' stick 'em like a pig!


*The dog sniffs your hand, his tail swung low in understanding. He knows how to find you.*


Get out!


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


Lady Keene - we need your people. NOW.


The duke's still alive? Hold on, I'm coming!


Don't look at me. I just got out of devil hell. I'm not going to fishy hell any time soon.


Grenadiers - unleash your bombardment!


*Antunio Bongle - Proud Father of Wulbren, Remembered by the Son*


Otherwise, that vial's your only option.


Then cast the word from your thoughts and never think of it again. It should be easy enough given how much escapes that mind of yours.


Halsin seems to need some more time to prepare. Urgh. He's making my loins ache.


My life's bleeding away. This curse, it's - it's too much.


Hmmm...? I'm... sleeping...


Snore
zzZzz
v3


What's it gonna take to shut you up, horns?


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


Orin is a shapeshifter. Who is to say when she was within our reach, but we did not notice...


Your father won't be around forever, Wyll. But the pact? That's a different matter. I hope you won't live to regret being sentimental.


Matthew!


Those mercs had zero discipline. Wouldn't have lasted a blink in the Blood War.


I doubt this priestess would know about purification. Ignore the goblin's ramblings.


Need to find a way forward.<br>


If you're one of Barek's friends sent to talk me down, tell him I've made up my mind! I'm buying that stake in the circus and running away!


Aw. You're no fun.


Do you really think you can stop him?


But you won't.


I <i>am</i> death.


I'll take that.


Don't worry, I won't keep too tight a leash. He scratches my horns, and I'll scratch his.


I will join your camp tonight. There is much you should know. About the Moonmaiden, about your past. Your future.


You understand the nature of a <i>secret</i> organisation, yes?


Tight fit. I barely got through.


Malleus! v3


Te curo!


An astute approach. I'm glad we're of one mind.


This is meant to render people undead - <i>glorious!</i>


Hurt


You need help, my friend.


You there!


Try running - please. It's so much more fun.


Hells, I wouldn't want to get hit by that.


Not here. Lia deserves a proper send-off - and a proper memorial.


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


I have suffered one parasite; I will not suffer another.


And you allowed them to do this? You were ordered to expose them.


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 4


It felt like a bloody earthquake.


Well, I didn't bloody ask you, did I? I didn't ask for any of this! I just wanted Connor back.


Goodness, <i>so</i> much correspondence these days.


Good. We must press onwards.


No djinni inside? Guess I can save up my wishes.


That voice... could it be Shar herself? The gods are watching us.


My boy, I knew you would make the right decision. I raised you well.


Then you should reacquaint yourself with the taste of rat-blood, since you may well be a spawn again before long.


This will not end until we knock him <i>out.</i>


A level head and a kind heart. It is well that Boo kept me from crushing either.


Still, we best make not <i>too</i> much noise.


We need all three stones before we can face the brain.


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


Closed Mouth Effort v7


*While the same cannot be said for most of the Gondian hostages, at least one of them survived.*


Should've joined the Flaming Fist.<br>


Stand down, Wyll. She may add a little extra spice to her language, but she's no devil.


Only the best. Oblivion. And beyond.


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


Closed Mouth Effort v5


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


Aren't they just? You clearly have <i>excellent </i>taste.


*Baldur's Gate is your home, and you are its servant, relentless in your pursuit of the greatest good. You would sooner die by Mizora's hand than endanger the city.*


Thanks boss. Would be looking a lot worse if not for help from a friend.


The lamp's light keeps the shadows at bay. Stops them from getting close enough to grab us.


Uaghuagh.


What are you doing? They're the ones that saved us!


...Hells. You're siding <i>with</i> them, against your own people?


A mind flayer? What foul trickery is this?


<b><i>You brought all three back to me. In so doing, you have liberated me. </i></b>


I see the hunger in your eyes, and I see how it worries you.


No use digging with my bare hands...


A waste of good healing.


Who do I pray to for a real forge? Moradin? He... probably wouldn't listen to me.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


Whoa-ah! Yeah, I got the kind of thing you like, if you like this kind of thing!


Barrelstalks, full of poison. The myconids will release it if threatened.


Looks like a crypt. Now to find the final resting place of Shirra Clarwen.


<i>Yurgir, unleash the Hells' fires!</i>


It's over, all right? Finished. Now get out. This is a restricted area.


I take it you're not inclined to study the wonders of the underdark?


Oh no.


I will take every advantage.


Hah. They all did the same or worse - that's how they got to be my superiors.


Wounds begone.


You was brilliant in the raid, lads. Beautiful stuff!


<i>Yes, I agree, Mr Needle, they are ugly.</i>


Just like I'll be glad to be rid of them once we're there.


GaspSurprised<br>var 3


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


If the cultists try to snatch this place while you're at Moonrise, we'll fight them off.


*Your bound companion's arrhythmic breathing moves the chains slightly. At least they are still alive - for now.*


Still, the captain's due for an inspection any day now, and if she sees it here...


But you have not been disinherited yet. You can rule with such ease, if you follow your call.


I'll leave it to you to deal with Lae'zel. She'll be all right. Nothing can bring that woman down. Not even you.


Breathe deep, and move.<br>


You stood in her presence yourself. Was it not enough to convince you of her fear? Her desperation?


Attack


Seems like nature's provided a shortcut.


Days. Months. Years. They're all the same...


That disguised journal spoke of this Adamantine Forge as well. Interesting.


And what have you brought? Harmony? Balance?


Frange!


BreathShortOpen<br>var 1


*You hear the heavy thud of a butcher's cleaver on his block, as he divides his meagre fare for those waiting. Never enough to go around.*


It's too much, you can't take it. Get out of there, now!


Florrick, where in the hells are you?


Fascinating perspective. We'll have to see about that, won't we?


Dodge
v2


Motherfucker! <i>Gortash!</i>


Ah!


Before the end comes, you'll find yourself in his presence again. When that happens, use the Hammer to shatter the chains that hold him.


The bastards that killed Arabella. She was a precious little thing; like a sister to me.


This soul awaits thy command.


I am iron, steel, and silver. I am my Mother's blade. <i>Ch'mar, zal'a Gith!</i>


AgreeOpen<br>var 1


You know more of the herb than I do, it seems. Except for how it tastes, perhaps?


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


The githyanki of the Sword Coast have a cure in their crèche, which I believe to be near. Lend me your skills, and let us be cleansed together.


Another shapeshifter - I wonder if the real Dribbles has better jokes?


Never mind Glitterbeard. It's Meadhoney's good books you want to be in.


Ugh.


I'm not telling! Hah!


*Though its power is weakened, you could still use the shattered pixies Balthazar discarded to craft one final lantern - not to repel the shadows, but to wield them.*


Come, meet me inside.


I wonder what that did...


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


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Take you and Gale, for instance. Don't think I haven't noticed the sparks flying.


A cave. Best stay sharp - I've been out of the dark for a while.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


An undercity lair? No happy plots are hatched in such places - Minsc should know.


Another mention of this forge. Seems a few drow were searching for it.


Perhaps. But that's certainly a fight I won't soon forget.


Something good here, I hope.


I just wish Cora could've been saved too...


Yes, I will stay.


Mind flayer's dead - the imps killed it.


What's on your mind?


Hang on.


Victory v3


I tried to give you a gift and you rejected me. Not just you - your whole body!


*But there are others in the pods - those not yet infected, not yet <i>illithid. </i>Terrified, desperate to escape.*


Vincere est vivere!


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


The herbs do nothing, but Boo says you smell better this way.


Nothing is more important than this. Not to me.


Ux Bahamuti. My words aren't meant for you - they're meant for him.


Truly spoken. All he'd done for Baldur's Gate, for its people... He earned a better fate than the one Gortash gave him.


I can end this now - stop the Absolute, and spare the city. The stage is set for my final act. Mystra's bidding. And the redemption that lies beyond.


Ugh. I suppose I should.


*Its inhabitant is long gone... and not peacefully.*


Looks like that hurt.


That bright tower... it's Moonrise. Or it used to be.


They tortured the githyanki to learn about the Astral Prism. Look like it went on for <i>days...</i>


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


Get rid of the gith. Then we can talk about helping each other.


Not every soldier should've made it out of training.


You have done what we feared was impossible. You have released me from a century of sorrow.


Ugh, that reeks.


Gods, you're distracting aren't you?


That's... very decent of you. Thank you.


*A shiver of revulsion passes through you. Many enemies of the Moonmaiden must have been indoctrinated in this place.*


Drunk <br>V4


Still, we best make not <i>too</i> much noise.


There's little point in pressing Nine-Fingers further. She means what she says.


But that's not my problem. The Absolute chose me to bring glory to this place. The General must have sent you, too.


The Dark Lady's presence - she is here!


When we met, I was licking my wounds - an old bear with her leg caught in the hunter's snare.


What's hiding here?


Ain't fair.


Make it stop, gods, make her stop!


<i>Another</i> one down?! You pisspots can't 'old your drink. Shameful.


Although it must appeal to anyone with an aversion to the sun, so I suppose it has its upsides.


Well, first, I've got to release the old, nasty top story. Oooh, <i>there</i>. Now, you've got to find a new article to replace it.


I've come to sate you, and be sated.


I am the greatest vampire to ever walk this land. Even the Pale Knight would have knelt before me.


Effort


It's no use.


Send him to the dirt!


This thing runs on magic. There must be a way to get it working.


A short night, at that. I am sorry if I came on too strongly. Take all the time and space you require.


I just hope he'll be receptive to us...


Aye. Aye, I suppose.


Nulla salus!<br>v3


You've turned on us? Hells, <i>why</i>?


A friend in deed.


Sniff<br>var 1


Now, let's kill ourselves a Netherbrain.


That did nothing.


Wait - why did my collar just vibrate?


Agilius!


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


*Beneath the resilient veneer, a touch of fragility. She needs comfort.*


*Here - House of Healing
West - Baldur's Gate
East - Central Square*


How wonderful, but do try not to limit yourself. You've just saved the world, now is not the time to become <i>boring</i>.


Hmm. Better you than me. Now listen - I'll only say this once:


*Gale's magic flute is ready to be played.*


Piss off. I'm busy.


Gladly, but I have some matters to settle first. You go ahead - I'll join you at your camp.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


*The meat here is forbidden. She sniffs the air, then bounds away.*


Te absolvo!<br>v2


Effort v3


Everytime I close my eyes, I can see... <i>it.</i>


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


Ooh - I can feel that collar vibrating. What'd you do?


Making sure you keep on the straight and narrow, as is my task in this weary life.


Might be other survivors.


Ouch. Well-earned.


What's hiding here?


Perhaps you could work off some of this aggression in the boudoir.


*The place is expansive, beautiful, but unfamiliar. Could all this have fit inside the artefact?*


*You were just <i>robbed.*</i>


Good. Wouldn't want to get it wrong in your eulogy.


No one will miss you when you die. They'll piss on your grave. Hah!


That disguised journal spoke of this Adamantine Forge as well. Interesting.


Come on, people need killing.


Dying


Well, look here. A True Soul halfling. A long way from home, aren't you?


Hmm. That smells... interesting.


These symbols are nonsense to me... so why can I read them?


Free for the taking.<br>


I feel... <i>glorious</i>.


PainTeeth<br>var 1


Stop. I was fine.


A lackey once more, hey, Karlach? Pitiful. Bring your leader if you wish to speak to me. I don't waste time on flunkeys.


A tollhouse, I presume. A prime location, astride the canal.


What about a Lantanese candle? Would you throw one of them?


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


It does not need to be. But if you prefer to focus on the fight, I will not distract you.


Hmm - a merregon's, most likely. An infernal battle was fought here. But what of the commander?


In this moment, you are the greater threat.


Still nothing.


<i>'Should'?</i>


Mortalis!


The githyanki from the mind flayer ship. A shame he didn't survive.


Stop squirming.


Viconia - to battle!


Glad to hear it. I'd rather leave that creature's memory firmly behind us. What do you need?


I hope you manage to escape regardless. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.


You got it, chum. I'll mark your map, in case you get lost.


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


Step off, chum. I can hear you breathing.


Ad vitam aeternam!


We treat the spiders real kind, ma'am. Feed 'em the plumpest prisoners.


To face the other of your kind - Orin. So long as the other lives, neither of you can claim your full power.


Urgh. Whatever's in the air, it tastes <i>foul</i>.


You'll be free in a blink.


Damn - by the Nine Hells, it worked!


Non compos mentis!


Now we can both focus on what's actually important - taking out the Gondians.


*But the orb is not your only concern.*


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


*This girl is hiding something from the other one. She has candy in her pocket.*


You feel it, don't you, the hunger? Embrace it. Feed.


Well don't just stand there. Move!


You'll make the hag rue the day she set foot in this city - I know it. Go get her.


One of many worlds.<br>


*He taps the pick and your eye springs from its socket, dangling wetly on your cheek.*


Soft as silk.


I need healing.


Effort v7


I... I don't know. He changed into a bear, but... I lost sight of him. I don't know if he's s-still alive.


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


Finders bloody keepers, I say.


On it.


Don't think I didn't see that with yer slippery fingers.


The tadpoles, the Absolute... it was because of <i>you?</i>  I think you've said and done more than enough. Leave me be.


<i>Oak Father, grant me patience... </i>what do you want?


Oh, oh! A scaly one! Hungry lizard. <i>Big</i> lizard. Want a treato?


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


Well now - you look like a tough'un. But 'ave you got smarts? Skill? <i>Guts?</i>


Someone else got out.


A cheeky win for us. The statue doesn't need to know what we did or didn't do to get here.


Not a notion. Talking beats thinking, though.


Let's hope we find him in one piece.


To work.


Those claws look deadly. Best be on my guard.


A disgusting waste of stonecraft.<br>


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


Any attempts to subvert me will result in your death.


<i>You deserve this, Shadowheart, above all others. I wish all my followers had your spirit. Now onwards - warm my blade with the Selûnite's blood.</i>


... you bloody <i>wouldn't! </i>Hah. You've got guts. I respect that.


But what does it mean?


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


I'm <i>overwhelmed</i> by your selflessness.


Mmmhmm. Perhaps you just focus on the paper selling and leave the writing to me.


No - what you've done for me and mine today won't be forgotten.


A fine effort, but I've seen it all. I was walking this land while your ancestors were learning to crawl.


You'll get no more trouble from us, promise.


I'm getting rather tired of how often those I care about seem to reach the same conclusion.


Unimportant.


These rocks are not natural. They will not yield to any strike.


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v4


The saying matters not. Let it be a thing of doing - you will be blinded by Boo's obvious heroism when you smite evil by his side.


Don't be so hasty, meting out violence. These two seem important.


So much for the 'Lord of Murder'. Pretty fishy, if you ask me.


But if your new status proves a liability, I won't hesitate to strike you down.


A Shar worshipper? Not my usual quarry - nor my usual ally.


Only absence. The cure...


Take care, True Soul - there may be a traitor among us. Those prisoners didn't escape alone.


The lesson is always the same - carry a bigger sword!


Non movere!<br>v2


*You sense a fading echo of the person who once was. A dockhand. He did not ask for this.*


I - forgive me. It is not you I fear, it is my brethren.


Perhaps they had no choice but to hide.


Glory to the Absolute!


Only the finest, of course.


Make it quick if you can - I don't like the way he's looking at us.


He hid from the Hells' forces - but they still got to him.


To your death, then.


Don't worry. I'll free you.


Hmm? Oh, I was leagues away. I just need to...


Laughter Maniacal


*The tadpole screams for growth with painful intensity. It has been starved - of life, of purpose. It welcomes your probing like a void waiting to be filled.*


'Flumph Mating Rituals'? That field research must've been... <i>interesting</i>.


True, we live at the mercy of the gods. But we get to choose to whom we yoke our fate.


Fireworks never hurt anyone. That's just what grown-ups say to make us not want to play with them.


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


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


Ugh. Later. Ground's spinning.


Can I interest you in, um, a copy of the Baldur's Mouth Gazette? Please buy one...


Origin Extra: Dying


The duke's still alive? Hold on, I'm coming!


*Your mind turns to the future. Does happiness lurk in the bowels of the city? Does it lurk anywhere at all for one stuck in the skin of a monster?*


Where do I go from here?<br>


Think you can take me on?


Aqua pura!<br>v3


Me either. I've got a lot of living to do, and I'm going to need my horn for most of it.


To reject it would be to reject godhood. You would lose the possibility of shaping the world to fit your desires.


Ketheric Thorm, shown as loyal warrior of Selûne. Did Lady Shar embrace him, only to lose him...?


Will you excuse me?


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Come on. Up!


We'll need a cover story...


*You feel Shadowheart's anxiety. The weapon that Voss seeks is the same one the Absolute's followers are hunting - it's the artefact that she carries.*


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


Then you'll have me. Lead on.


Just be quick.


That was close. No doubt there'll be others.


Glorious Wavemother, pour fury upon the beast responsible for this injustice!


He's not creepy, he's <i>dedicated</i>.


Huh. Haven't seen that game in years.


Then I'll go.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


That's the symbol of Myrkul.


Should my writing favour facts over form, it is only to keep pace with events.


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


Dying Panic Fall


Here we go.


We have been his servants for centuries, he has always needed us!


I can't imagine Mystra will take it... lying down? Floating? However gods relax.


Dodge


Cresceat scientia!


Leftovers from Moonrise. Not a peaceful death...


Note this trunk of lies.


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


Dissera!


Kindly assist the Master in returning home.


Can hardly feel the spinning.<br>


I'll always come through.


You're the one she slept beside? Oh, excellent. You open the wound, and we shall press.


No questions! I can't... concentrate with all these voices! Just <i>listen</i>.


Old Danthelon wouldn't have let you down here without Jaheira's say-so. I'll give you my report - it's up to you after that.


Another scrying eye. Best to keep my distance.


This was a Nightfall feast. To break bread in Shar's name, then spill blood in her name. A sacred rite.


Look, whatever else it may be, the tadpole isn't a liar. I never wanted to serve Zariel, and I escaped the first chance I could. So stand down.


That is the plan, Nickels.


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


GaspFrightened<br>var 1


This 'Nightsong' sounds like the source of Ketheric Thorm's invulnerability.


What's this then - trying to creep around us and loot the crypt? Not happening.


Helm, protect us.


*You taste the blood in her throat, feel it pooling in the cavity of her skull. But she still resists.*


I'm no fool. I know Oskar loved another when we met. But when we made our vows, I meant them.


*You discern no information or intention in the sovereign's song.*


That's one way to silence your critics.


No, it's still closed. And still no obvious way to open it.


This'll help, friend.


And you're sure you'll handle Minsc so easily as that?


Shall I add 'lying cretin' to your long list of misdeeds? You speak nonsense.


Oh, you look some sort of funny.


If you're here to save the day again, you're a little late this time.


'Digging their graves'? Why not pass out daggers to stick themselves with, while you're at it?


Bet you need a hand.<br>


The skill of a dragon-rider - breathtaking.


We need to deal with those beasts <i>now</i>. They're hungry enough to brave the fire.


Argh. <i>Baaaaaaa.</i>


The Blade is my best self. On my best days, I've even lived up to the name.


Para bellum!<br>v2


Ignore me - protect the others!


Our queen's eyes and ears. They're her will, incarnate. And right now, they're <i>here</i>.


Don't like them. Don't like you.


Sing other song together, then - but AWAY from here.


Dying Deep Exhale


As am I. And I'm sure those poor refugees would quite agree.


Effort v10


Spurious prune-tart.


That chest. I can <i>feel </i>its magic. <br>


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


*The myconid moves to attack. You will be undone.*


Monster. Death is too good for it.


I don't know. But if he comes asking for it, I hope you have more to offer him than your judgement alone.


Nothing but. But... maybe you don't need to be one of 'em. You're no bounty hunter. I saw you before. On the mind flayers' ship.


Thank you, but there is no 'were'. We <i>are</i> inventors of the highest order, matched, perhaps, but never surpassed by the Gondians at the High House of Wonders.


Can't wait for this shift to end. Feet are killing me.


<i>Press on - get to the Crown, cast the spell. Do not let these enemies distract you. </i>


But nobody did. I must have the only copy.


Dame Aylin will face him. You will wield your glorious might at her side. Let us split him, crotch to crown, and let his twin halves fall where they may.


'The pen is mightier than the -' no, that's horseshit, <i>RUN!</i>


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Hiding in plain sight.


It's a first.


I see Marls took... took a bit of a dive.


But you must vow it - you are mine.


Nice trick, eh?


A slip of the tongue - you meant to make a better offer, surely.


That smell - I can feel it in my <i>throat</i>. I'll never be rid of it.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 1


I think you'll find I've been showing ample concern for myself since the moment we met.


I must keep going.


Eh? Old master. Boring master. Doesn't call in a long, long time. Maybe dead. Maybe not.


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


'Maybe' doesn't quite cut it here, I'm afraid. I need a solid, provable motive.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Tunnel's still blocked. It'll take a bit more effort to clear it.


*Your deflection serves its purpose. Clearly you are not the thief responsible.*


Good riddance to the dog. Who'd miss that waggy little tail...


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


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


*The memories start to crumble - even the noblestalk can only do so much. Just as it finally dissolves into nothing, a name comes to you - <i>Rennald</i>.*


Shadowed in name, but no longer in spirit. It suits you.


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


Cosy fire.


Get me outta 'ere, an' I'll introduce you to my tribe. You'd like 'em.


<i>This</i> is what Marcus buried? A dead Flaming Fist?


I do not trust Mystra to do right with the crown. But I think I trust you even less.


<i>Ghaik</i> aren't the only abominations here, it seems.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Come, search for a way out. It would be embarrassing to be the only prisoners the Fist actually held on to.


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


There she is - there's the gutsy devil I fell for.


Scratches that size... something powerful made these.


You're right. If I do something stupid and end up dead, there'll be nobody to remember them.


I'm... not sure, honestly. It's been a couple of hundred years.


Use every advantage.


Rest in peace, Astarion. You may have been a blood-thirsty murderer, but I liked you all the same.


These parasites are more than illithid spawn - they are vessels for control.


Away, eye-watering stench!


I came just in time. You are transforming.


We will cover some small part of it soon.


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


Excuse me. I think I need to be alone.


You're a friend of the family now. Just as well I didn't blow you up, eh?


Well. To quote you: 'Fuck.'


A necklace in honour of the Moonmaiden. Beautiful.


You, though... I know it's not your business, but she owes you for saving this place.


Aresce!


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


I would prefer not to.


Gods, I hope not. I left home at sixteen for a reason.


With your death, will I prove myself anew. It is Father's way.


Not <i>another </i>ward, I hope? I'm better at subterfuge and spellcasting than babysitting<i>.</i>


Indeed. He does.


The road to Baldur's Gate awaits us, west of town. We had better see to any unfinished matters now.


Aha, welcome back, <i>thurirl!</i> I've been working on some new musical additions - care to browse?


At least the cub has a fighting chance now.


SmileOpen<br>var 1


A new grave they dug, which they themselves fed.


<i>If</i> they make it. They're slow, vulnerable. Half or more will die long before Basilisk Gate.


<i>No more hiding. Let me show you - let all see how you have served me, Shadowheart. And how you have been rewarded.</i>


Maybe if you're <i>quiet</i> I'll hear it.


I suppose. If you're willing to pay for it.


Ahem. I hope you're not here to ask about our recent, erm, <i>activities</i>. I'd rather those were consigned to the footnotes of our romance, if it's all the same with you.


Can't slow down.


Stupid thing to do sober.


Looks like it siphons power from anyone lying in that cradle. Wonderful.


Why're you helping me? You're one of <i>them</i>.


I shall bring her Sharess' wisdom and she will provide catnip for our ecstatic visions!


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 2


That worked. The door's open.


Weapon blueprints. They call for sussur bark...


Running around all over my tavern...


That explains the unfinished statues. The impaled skeletons, not so much.


I'm on a mission from the head of my tribe. She sent me here to capture the beast.


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


This battlefield must've ran slick with blood - I can taste it in the air, even after so long.


Matters need attending.


Frange!


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


Thanks for finding Doni. Knowing the children are safe makes all this a little easier.


<i>Rhaal'tuuch!</i>


Gigans!


Hyenas birthing gnolls? How horrid.


I... fine. You ain't worth the trouble anyway.


Isobel - I've just gotten word. I need you to come with me. Jaheira's orders.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Let's take it one day at a time, eh? You might feel differently after some food and rest.


Para bellum!<br>v3


It's broken, but not too badly.


What, exactly, was the point of that?


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


I've got just the thing.


Back again, I see. Hope you're enjoying the festivities.


Ah. I fear... well, I seem to have misplaced the pass. Perhaps we are over-subscribed. Either way - so sorry to have wasted your time.


Still, you should go. My friend is injured. He needs rest.


Why? Why me? Why all this effort?


An unlikely place for such a fortunate find.


You made it - good. Reckon I've seen enough brave idiots run to their deaths for a while.


She can't have been dead long - we should be watchful.


Another absence is your fate? But if you are not here to be cured, how will my sisters learn?


Can't risk being in open view.


Kiai<br>Var 3


And now here I stand before one. Can you make my dream come true?


Hey! What are you trying to pull?


I should have seen this coming, coward.


The Baldur's Mouth Gazette is a pile of bullshit - no wonder you're their poster child.


Hm. Tremors - like a child at her first <i>illiyitrii.</i>


You're not dead yet.


And no, I haven't found a cure for our little problem yet, if that's what you were going to ask.


You can just fill it with supplies, seal up the hidden entrance, and tuck yourself away from the world...


Leave the heroics to them that don't value their own skin.


Vita excolatur!


*Your defiance holds little sway. Your thievery will be rectified, though you may not live to see it.*


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


Ha! Oh, the Blade doesn't <i>sulk</i>. I was just reflecting on what has happened, and not wanting to be Mister serious at a celebration.


No idea! But it will be unique to you - your blood essence and the Absolute's blessing intertwined.


Oh no. Tragic.<br>


I mean, still don't like ya. But you're not a total gobshite. Bah. You buying?


And what might this contraption do...?


Hm. So many cuts. The goblins were eager with this one.


I'm ten years behind; don't want the youths to think I'm not, you know, <i>up with the times.</i>


I... am well.


What you did at the grove... I rather think the world should remember, don't you?


Mine.


We take his gold. And I got more in mind, if shit goes down smooth.


Same symbol as the chest. A prayer to open it? I'd prefer a blood offering, but all right...


We're all a little complicated, aren't we? It's a bit of a race to the top of complication mountain, at this point.


Looks like a Selûnite necklace.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


I'd rather be stuck together, honestly.


And some people just don't give a flying flumph. <br>


Trying to pull <i>rank</i>? And yet not a word of concern for our dear General.


<i>You have already benefited from that tadpole of yours. </i>


Aylin.


Ugh, GODS, I want to ride you 'til you see stars.


*It's Karlach - the woman you met in the wilds.*


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


You've been an ardent hellhound and hunter, Wyll - ever so eager to please. But I've seen something new:


They dined on him both, the cat and the mouse.


We should have been disarmed on entry. I'm pleased we weren't, but it's strange.


That's not a blade made by humans. My kin must be nearby.


Were I to choose, I'd break the prince free. Better to entrust our fates to him before making an unneeded sacrifice - or entrusting Orpheus' power to the illithid.


You seek out this holy place for idle chatter? Such foolishness.


If his parents won't do it, I will.


The archdevil Mephistopheles snatched up the Crown and squirrelled it away in one of his vaults. He's naught more than a frigid archivist.


They'll happily eat anything you put in front of them.


That's Mol's eyepatch... in <i>this</i> place? Silvanus protect her.


This darkness is suffocating. I - I can barely catch my breath.


You have the full force of Ramazith's Tower, and its dashing master, at your side, my friend. Let us finish this.


Ocior!


A mirror that steals memory. Look not, Boo, lest you forget how to write Minsc's name!


Dying Burning


And that other will be your death.


When I get my silver sword, <i>jhe'stil</i>, I'll dedicate it to him.


Here, clerics may commune with their gods - and even hear their responses, if they are so favoured.


<i>You would do well to be more like me. Now leave.</i>


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v4


I can't help but notice you're drinking anyway, Dave.


I beg your forgiveness for such undue impertinence.


Listen, you!


They got me signed up to learn to make pots, which is dumb. I'd rather learn how to kill cultists. And I bet you'd back me up on that.


My eyes!


Punge!


How many <i>are </i>there?


Can she possibly be Ketheric's daughter?


Dodge
v2


Go for the eyes, Boo! Go for the eyes!


Oh! But before you think you're about to embark on a journey with most ill-mannered a man: thank you for pulling me out of that stone.


The cultists are able to traverse even the deepest shadows, though. I don't know how - the Harpers are trying to figure it out.


'Flumph Mating Rituals,' huh? Interesting.


Good to see you're still breathing. It's the best we can hope for.


Hope we made the right choice. <br>


Nine-Fingers gone. She had an heir-apparent, once, but... no one, now.


It was an act of foresighted kindness I assure you, for I have the feeling ample opportunities will present themselves for me to return the favour.


The arousals and appetites of man will return to him, and unlike you, he will have no need of a parasite to protect him from the sun.


Don't be absurd.


A good sound, I hope. We have triggered no trap, at least. Yet.


No, I'm afraid I <i>must</i> insist you do not pet the hound.


*It reads: 'Show your devotion with an offering in your god's name. Blessings may follow.'*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


What the hells - there was a creature trapped inside.


Hello, petal. Miss me?


You had my attention, now you have my fury.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Hmm. Not to my taste, but I'll take a clown over some hack magician pulling peonies from his breeches.<br>


The ogres are long gone. It's still a fine horn, though.


Sarcasm. <i>Magnificent.</i>


You Gondians will lie, scheme, and torment this city until your dying breaths. Let's end this.


Fungal spores... Remain vigilant. We cannot be distracted.


I need a moment for the two of us.


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


*You recall another fact about silver swords: the githyanki forbid their use by all other peoples.*


Clausus!


Is that Darkmaw the Wicked? I don't believe it.


What creatures live in waters this dark?


All-powerful... Vlaakith's prize...


YOU CANNOT LEAVE. YOU MUST PAY.


Note this trunk of lies.


Something else you want to know now, eh?


What? Who are -


Oh, no, no. Why - why did you remove the spell if ya couldn't fix me?!


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


I don't want trouble - learned my lesson. Can still taste it on me gums...


A Shar worshipper? Not my usual quarry - nor my usual ally.


This would be the worst time to take a nap.


I should get cards printed. 'Roger Gherkins, Realtor'.


Something's dripping from above. I think the technical term is 'goo'.


I think one's work ethic is far more important than career length, don't you?


Wait. This looks familiar.


GruntAngry<br>var 2


Risum teneatis?


I'm here because Oskar wanted me here. To make him feel better.


It's true. We are still bound to you. You cannot both free us and free yourself from her curse.


No, that <i>just </i>won't do.


Try not to die, ya dump-knuckles!


An adamantine forge? Imagine the blades gith artisans might craft with such a device.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


That may be, but has it put a stop to the Absolute? Or cured us of our tadpoles?


Inactive. I should look around.


What happened to this poor beast?


Oh I see! This is a test! I love tests!


Odd. I feel... <i>better</i>.


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


Bene curatur!


A carrion bird would have more dignity. This city feeds on those that need it most.


Let's be honest. Wulbren hasn't been happy with me in... hm. Ever, upon reflection.


Right. Well, far be it for me to stand in the way of true love. Or anything else Minthara wants, for that matter.


You're right. There's too much at stake.


Where has she gone, I wonder?


Be free!


I wonder if this is worth the cost.


As could I. Good day.


This soul remembers its invective, but remembers not its tongue.


My first concern.


For you, it's as clear as cool water you have that heroism within you.


Ubi es?<br>v3


Lady Shar blesses us with a true leader. Let us usher in a new era, under your command.


I'll take the pain away.


Distracting you.


Sticking my neck out again.


Malleus! v2


Time to open you up.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Enough. I'm taking my parents away from here. I'm taking them away from you.


Don't scare me more than I already am. What would a hag want with my Vanra? She's just <i>lost, </i>that's all!


<i>So quick to share it with him... this is not wise. </i>


ClosedMouth Effort v2


A sticky situation.


It seems any old weapon will do, if it's the right type.


I must pray, and you must rest. Tomorrow we will have fresh orders.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Whoa - whoa! I'm here because of you!


Well then - let's hope you've strength to spare.


Me, I don't think nature ever left. People lay down cobbles, aye, but seeds still sprout between the cracks.


Sounds like someone's about to die. I feel so at home here.


Vast world out there.


Whichever way the wind blows you, you'll need the Orphic Hammer in hand.


*This was the crown you witnessed atop the elder brain. Not just any Netherese artefact, but the means of Karsus' godhood.*


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Vita excolatur!


Get 'em, Boo!


A vampire in our midst, on top of everything. I should have seen it coming.


It is not <i>my </i>blessing - I am merely a vessel for our Lord Myrkul's will.


I've always been good at running - unlike Danis.


((*a tune of division, yours to sing - three scrolls in all*))


The Emperor is... silent. It can't reach us here.


<i>There's no time to waste.</i>


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


Without delay.


<i>Ghaik </i>parasites thrive in this secretion. Disgusting.


The mighty general - Ketheric at the head of an army of Shar worshippers.


Worthless.


They're seeking a weapon. I wonder if they mean that odd artefact...


The Steel Watch needs to be destroyed, and the Foundry along with it.


After all, Mystra's not about to welcome him to the pantheon with open arms.


You fight against progress. I will not allow it.


It's a fair point. I just don't want to take a short-term boon. I want to win this whole thing. To finish off the cult. To get this tadpole out. To stay sane the whole time.


Is it just my imagination, or is this bug-plague spreading?


Like a prize piglet, trussed up for the slaughter... Yes. You're quite right.


You claimed to be who you are not, stole from my master, and now you expect to leave?


Check out those boots. Magical, maybe?


Can't give up now.


You're starting to feel like my personal bodyguard. I wish you were.<br>


I've never set eyes on it. But I promise it is nothing like this dismal abyss.


So this is Marcus' handiwork. That sick bastard.


See - see - Nine-Fingers is a master of stratergic - strateegil - she's <i>clever</i>, Phos.


It's those damn shadows. Be ready!


No shadows here - something must be keeping it at bay.


Elminster the archmage. Drizzt the drow exile. Heroes have power, aye - but not half so much as we do.


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


You are sane. Time dances on in sequence, the winding path of time evens, and becomes straight.


<i>No, friend - do not harm Us! Please!</i>


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Weak


Demento te!<br>v3


Those Gur Hunters made things difficult for themselves - they should really have tried to kill you <i>before </i>you became a vampire lord.


If half of them are true, you might be more useful alive.


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


Swords, meet sorcery!


Take as long as you need.


Best move fast.


Pestilence! Pestilence and sin!


She's... gone? Hells.


Tu es nihil!


Yeah. Sure. Great.


A protector is guarding it, if I'm reading this right. And this 'hot hammer' is key to its downfall.


Something over there.


I've got one!


A Magic Mouth spell. Seems like there's information worth gleaning.


Probably not the last time that'll happen.


Stop - stop shooting! We haven't done anything!


Follow me.


Hm! A chest of transformation.<br>


Hmm. Seems a touch... underwhelming.


No. Please. Not again!


Another step forward.


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


One wrong move and I'd have been a statue, imprisoned for eternity...<br>


Nay, thy mind hath not betrayed thee. I am as thou perceiveth.


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


I'd prefer the quiet, if it's all the same to you.


Effort v11


Oh, you need my help?


We'd make better strangers.


You can pass, but watch yourself. We're all a little jumpy these days.


Weapon blueprints that use sussur bark? Rare find.


The master does not invite people 'personally'. The master does not demean himself so.


You will die for me, won't you?


No <i>thank</i> you.


I'll kiss it better later.<br>


Obedi me!


I will toast a goblet of your blood after you're dead!


BOOOAL! Our Lord has been murdered!


I... I won't last much longer.


Zarys was looking for this chest. She will pay handsomely if I return it intact.


Resisto!


Not now. I need time to think.


...HAH!...


Not much use anymore.


Ah! A little true to life for my tastes.


In seriousness, I intend to help you fight the Absolute - what lies <i>behind </i>the Absolute, that is.


More defensible, too...


The people chant your name in the streets and taverns, Gortash. In your Steel Watch, they find refuge.


I'm done. I can't wait to sleep.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Unusual for a flower to grow among such decay.


Perhaps she can bridge the gap and do what I believe she <i>came </i>here to do.


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


One touch of magic coming up.


*Approaching the cells, you're met by hollow-eyed faces. There's an almost physical stink of decay and neglect.*


SmileClosed<br>var 4


Closed Mouth Effort v6


What comes now?


A great deal, but still some of the details elude me.


<i>Birna mrag. </i>May the crows feed on you<i>,</i> you godsdamned turncoat!


You're still the runt of the litter, Astarion. Nothing's changed.


Look here!


The traitor who would steal from our queen.


Things look... different.


Esurio!


I received a dispatch from the grove. Life carries on there in our absence, just as nature intended.


Swing, parry, strike - nngh. Damn, damn, damn!


You don't say? Blurg happens to be upstairs, preparing a most unusual paper. I'm sure he'll be pleased to see a friendly face.


If there's one thing Zariel taught me, it's not to fuck with the top dog until it's absolutely necessary.


So, Lae'zel - have you ever been tempted to use psionics in your, erm, <i>romantic</i> endeavours?


The illithid Grand Design nears; the True Heir is shackled. These are exceptional circumstances. I grant my allies the right to my silver.


The hells was that? We'd better not get buried down here.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


My master. Tall. Skinny. Prick with ears.


A handy little trick.


Fine. If Oskar wants the truth, he can have it: we were a fling, nothing more.


Can I have a smaller sword? This one's heavy.


Hark! Hark! A camp, and, Oghma-willing, some friendly faces.


Thou quivering plague rat!


Burn my son's clothes? But I've nothing else for him to wear.


A little pat on the head for my friend.


*The voices of the dead cry out as one. The <i>zaith'isk</i> collects memories from the infected - and executes them. It is not for curing. It's for killing.*


Wonder if they're still out there somewhere. No chance they could've forgotten someone like you.


Hm. Wonder if that's of any use.


Think you can ignore us? Think you're so high and mighty? You're nothin'. Not compared to us.


This must've been where they imprisoned Halsin.


I'd love to know the full story.


I wasn't asking. <i>Zavagh!</i>


Do I have to do everything?


The graveyard's ancient, but the graves are fresh.


Gods, don't creep up on people.


*It is an ending, of sorts. Though not the one destiny had in store for you.*


I hope so...


Meenlocks! Their eyes are sensitive - light or fire is my friend.


Got time for me, darling?


Done?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Kanon didn't deserve this.


Odd symbol. What does it mean?


Let's make the most of this.


At once.


A grasping hand, an offering vile...
Enter now the Dread Lord's Trial.


Not now, k'chakhi! We're busy.


These people seem soldiers by their bearing. What say you, Lae'zel?


I ought to speak.


Ludus non factum est!


Just a trick, surely. We're being toyed with.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


You're now in the company of plain old Gale Dekarios - a most brilliant wizard of intentionally limited renown. At your service.


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


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


She should not have travelled alone. She paid for her naivety.


You think you can take on the Ironhand Gnomes?! Just try reach the boat!


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Enough chatter. We retrieve Halsin, we find a cure.


Dying Burning<br>v4


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


By any chance... did you find anything of interest on dear Xargrim's corpse?


A pathetic prize.


Voco araneae!<br>v2


GruntAngry<br>var 1


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


There must be another way to open this.


Me too. Whenever you want to turn in, I'd love to take this whole touch thing for a test drive.


Don't know about you, but I hope Lord Gortash does something to sort out public order around here.


The magic nearly oozes from this flask. Can you use it?


Laughter Maniacal


Drunk <br>V2


It's... like... like your mind wants you dead.


<i>Not so loud. </i>You and I might have an understanding, but that doesn't go for everyone. Plenty of my comrades still serve the old order.


You seem overburdened with hangers-on already. You'll just slow me down.


Damn it, Astarion's probably been whisked back to Cazador by now.


There's nothing Mammon likes less than a welcher. Get the hell out and never come back.


Oi, watch the beak!


BreathRecovery<br>ver 1


Recovered <br>V4


Sit, child. Let the <i>zaith'isk</i> end your suffering.


Hey, catch this!


Could I get some service? I'm <i>right here</i>.


We did what we did. Let's just see this through to the end.


For the best, I guess.


Kill them, in our name.


Only going to ask you one more time, boy. Hand over my locket.


Perhaps... but I wouldn't want to place all my faith in blind luck.


Stay strong - I need you.


An ode for you? <i>Odour</i>, mayhaps.


Effort


You promise?


<i>Then the situation is worse than I thought.</i>


A little magic never hurt.


<i>You are like me - like I was - a vessel, yet to transform.</i>


Weak and soft and broken. Oh, sweet sibling, the world has dulled you. Or maybe I poked your mind matter too sharply.


Oh what - it won't fight its friends? Coward.


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


There is nothing more to be said, but a final goodbye.


Are you a pet or a snack?


This might be the only peaceful spot for a league.


Lovely beat, that - course you warned half the camp there's killin' to be done. Get 'em, lads!


Deadlier than ever.


*In her former life, this girl played in the nearby woods. She was always the best at climbing trees.*


It'd be madness to attack a vampire stronghold at night. Better just rest and wait for sunrise.


Glue and optimism are holding this thing together.


Stay your hand, Astarion. To sacrifice so many is a tyrant's ambition.


You wouldn't see the likes of this on Toril...


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


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


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


Hold on, Karlach. There's something I need to tell you.


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


Then it has already travelled to Moonrise.


*All is as you feared. You are a spawn of Bhaal - his heir, his scion.*


Another illusion - is anything real down here?


Looks like it drains power from a host. Nasty.


Non compos mentis!


I don't like the look of that mushroom. I should stay clear.


I do no-t know this name.


There was so much blood. I - I can still smell it.


Do you know why I love night orchids? In part, because they do not last. They bloom where few ever see them, and in that moment they're perfect. Then they return to the darkness that birthed them.


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


Yurgir - lend your strength!


You talk big - but I don't believe you took on the whole hideout. This belongs to the Zhent!


A humble task ahead, then. And one in which your Mystra will no doubt wish you well.


This 'Halsin' has been studying the tadpole.


I can hardly deny it. I was so cloaked in shadow, little light could pierce through.


Uh... sure they don't.


Fallin' down <i>already?</i> What are ya, a bloody gnome?


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 2


What are you doing...? <i>Stop!</i>


Looking ahead.<br>


I hope I don't deteriorate further.


Still am, as it goes. Take it as a mark of respect.


<i>Tread carefully now.</i>


He would seek the power of gods for the pettiest of reasons - his own gratification. At least I seek them for the better of all.


Sorry, I didn't mean - I'm just worried.


Maybe that'll teach 'em to keep out the way.


'Grand Duke Wyll Ravengard.' Marshal of the Flaming Fist, the city's truest defender.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Worry not! I am well equipped to protect us in that eventuality.


You know, even devils like a good joke. Why are Sharrans so... dour?


<i>Gith tavki - </i>for Orpheus!<i></i>


Your head must be spinning, to learn such a truth. Dame Aylin's revelations can't have been easy to stomach, but know that you will not be alone, when the time comes to act upon them.


Seems it's guarded by a protector of some sort - something weak to this 'hot hammer'.


A peculiar collection. I'm keen to meet its curator.


*The possibilities are countless. You could have been lost, abandoned, orphaned, or even offered as a sacrifice to the gods.*


Wheey! Now we're talking.


Solve two riddles for me. A right answer, and I teleport you to safety. A wrong answer, and I teleport you to the guards.


Not how I wanted you to open your heart.


Surely no one will notice.<br>


I'll stop needling you, though. You have more important things to do, after all.


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


You'll change your mind once they kill innocent citizens. The only language they'll understand is that of intimidating violence.


I don't doubt it - but I'd come with you, if you'll have me.


LEAVE ME.


I hear shouting up ahead.


Hmm. You have given me ideas...


Orin's personal chambers. About what I expected from a crazed killer.


To be fair, that chicken played a blinder.


I'll tell you, but please don't do that again.


The moment I have your signature, you will have the means to free Orpheus - the Hammer.


Hang on, I'll - Aw, what the hells?


So many infernal items... Looks like a genuine diabolist's collection.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Get running, lads - we might be rid of this shitehole yet!


But he's arrogant too. If he does hear I'm back, he'll try to take me and expose himself in the process. Then I'll be able to strike.


Effort v11


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


Help underway.


Oi! What's the bloody ruckus out there?


Necklace has a Harper sigil. Why were they here?


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


That... is none of your business. I suggest we concentrate on surviving.


One respects life by fighting for it, and one respects death by fearing it.


I know these two well. I have travelled in their company. Whatever else may be said of them, they answer to no one but themselves.


*You're stopped by a guard. It seems your presence here is forbidden.*


Fine. We'll just stand here until you remember the way, shall we?


Githyanki hunters. They must be what Voss device was alerting us to.


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


I'd forgotten what it felt like, to greet a sunrise without fear of it being my last.


Then the slate will be clean, wrongs will be righted, the Absolute will be gone...


That doesn't look comfortable.


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


Hold on. That's the lad who saved us from the gnolls. Let him in.


If the weapon is truly in your grasp, Ketheric, might I suggest closing your fist?


But do not think of endings - think of the glorious battle to come, and rejoice that we have a part in it.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


To serve. To repent.


I smell a trap.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


If you're bored and I'm wrong, where have Jaremy and his mother gone?


Always makes my day better.


It's quite simple. Bring the Nightsong here, and collect your reward.


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


Ironhands - alight!


I am proud to have served you this penance.


As you were.


By hitting the Gondians. Hard.


Fiat voluntas dei!


Stumble on, Rasheman wanderer... murder well in His name.


My dogs are barking. Can we rest?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


I don't think they'd volunteer, of course, but it doesn't make me any less curious.


You saw what happened. Our lives are at risk and you're asking me to calm down?


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Do not even <i>bleed</i> without my permission!


Your parasite is unusual - it is wrapped in magic that prevents its removal.


It is inside the Prism that your choices will bend fate and future.


They just keep coming - we can't keep fighting them forever!


We will not be alone, Qudenos.


Closed Mouth Effort


I will, but I'm still obliged to protect the Upper City patriars first.


Aqua pura!<br>v2


Which means the Absolute is a front for the gods of death and our enemies are Chosen of the Dead Three.


My girl. Let me look at you. For so long I had to imagine what you were like - what you had grown up to be.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v3


Finally, there might be some more drink for the rest of us.


*You awake in pain. Your back, your hands, even your tongue ache.*


Use the planecaster's power to enter the Prism.


Look for a duergar with bare feet and a face like thunder. You can't miss her.


Yes. Myconids are more powerful than you realise.


My thoughts exactly. It's been a fun night so far, but I can feel my bedroll calling.


<i>Prick.</i>


You will turn around. Should the General learn you breached his private chapel, he will not be so merciful.


C'mon Alfie, make it <i>spicy.</i>


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


Portyr herself said she was investigating my case?


A good night indeed. The fairest I can imagine...


I can't blame them. You're delicious.


I'll free you.


Effort v4


On your feet.


That which needs to be said is often the most difficult. Take pride - you are one step closer to conquering your fears.


That's Harper and druid gear. Old comrades, it seems.


Caeco te!<br>v3


Wait. This looks familiar.


My people do not die in our beds. It is not our way.


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


Voco potentia!


DisagreeClosed<br>var 1


It's just a ring. I know it's nothing special.


*Your blood runs quicker, feeding the gnawing absence at the centre of your mind.*


Your inheritance of your estate depends on you maintaining a healthy stream of kills.


Family troubles. Not my family, of course.


So he's the one who slaughtered the justiciars - we can kill him now?


I am no thrall, and this is no <i>ghaik</i>. This was a necessary sacrifice to end the Grand Design.


What are you waiting for? Attack!


Come to gawk at the busted Steel Watcher too? I feel kind of sorry for it...


*You can read the Emperor's expression better now that you've connected on a deeper level. You know it feels the same way.*


Let's not stand around. They can smell spilled blood a mile away.


*How much you treasured the sight of the first corpse you touched.*


- it's that it knows its own kind.


Karlach...?


What the - get him!


One of those who died had a clue that was supposed to help us find the hidden entrance to the Underdark.


Avernus, in all its bloody glory. Best viewed from the safety of this balcony, I think. Relative safety, anyway.


I owe you a debt for seeing to the goblins' leaders. Now I'm here to pay that debt.


Or better yet - let us take advantage of our surprising guest, and their particular creative genius.


You've learned so much? That tadpole in your head already begins to pay dividends.


Help's on the way.<br>


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


Now that is a plan I can get behind.


I - I know you. I knew, I know, I am knowing.


This mirror is ancient - all the way back to the time of Gorothir. Almost like a window to the Shadowfell.


The cattle know. Know the slaughter is here.


Broken... fake... broken... fake...


The darkness is <i>in</i> me. Clotting my blood, dissolving my bones.


Hoho! That move - the wizard's twiddly little spell-fingers availed him little against Dame Aylin's anger.


Still stuck fast by some mechanism.


You contemptuous <i>creature</i>!


Make haste. I fear that insidious voice will return if I linger here.


Whatever your reasons, it is more than Minsc <i>alone</i> that you have saved.


*Telepathic mushroom creatures - myconids - inhabit the Underdark. You must be nearing a myconid colony.*


No more sulking. I know what to do.


Could have been worse, I suppose. At least she didn't just attack.


<i>Wulbren!</i>


Whatever you wish. I live to serve.


Strike without mercy. <i>Gith'ka tavki krash'ht!</i>


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


The order's been given. It's done. So I hope you know another tune, because I'm getting bored of this one.


Dying Panic Fall


Never wanted the easy path.


Hells. That looked... unpleasant.


Because you needed to speak to it. Because it feels... correct. Fitting.


'Githyanki.' The word means, quite literally, 'Gith's children'.


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


B-by order of the Flaming Fist, halt!


*And once you have, the world will be yours, not to conquer, but to explore.*


Vlaakith's power is endless - her patience is not. Approach. I won't ask again.<br>


Your word, ranger - that next time, you will stop and think. I will not always be here to tell you what to do.


I can help.


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


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Good, good. I can see you are still your old self.


The owner crafted those explosive toys - no doubt about it.


No... it's leaning too much to the left. Yeah, that's it.


Don't flatter yourself - you're not my type. Even though we have more in common than you remember.


It cannot be avoided.


Very well, but I pray you do not save yourself from one terror only to fall to the next.


Oh. <i>Ohhh.</i>


Don't be - she has a good heart. Poor phrasing - she has a <i>terrible</i> heart. But she's surprisingly caring, considering it.


Huh. They think we're... friends? Allies?


Mithral added. But something is still missing...


I'm surprised Bhaal allowed you to slip away from his grasp. But this changes nothing.


<i>Fine. Have it your way.</i>


Fine. Here.


Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hee!


Find the one inside and kill them. Be aware - they are not alone, and they will appeal to your trust. They are not to be believed.


An <i>interloper</i>? You shouldn't be here - heads will roll for allowing you to pass.


Voco nubes!<br>v2


Counsellor - are you all right?!


What have you done?! You BASTARD!


<i>Ghaik</i> devourers. One strike could prove lethal.


And proud.


I - well, if you must know, I've been trying to make out the scars on my back.


*Meanwhile your allies have rather inferior plans of their own.*


Good. A little mystery will keep you on your toes.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_lp10s<br>var 3


Let's not forget why we're here. No point in wasting precious time on a lost cause.


I'd gladly carry a pair of rancid britches on a stick right now, if they kept aflame.


Korilla is my name. I'm Raphael's... assistant, shall we say.


Almost too easy.<br>


Can't keep me out.


Aw, did someone pet you a bit too hard, pup? I thought you liked it!<br>


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


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


You did better than most though, so I'll let you go. Here - second prize. You'll need it.


*If you want to be free of your Urge, you must confront your past.*


And you would trust an illithid to do such a thing?


May Ilmater guide your footfall.


I know all, but to state truths is to interfere, for the minds of mortals are easily swayed. My place, for the most part, is to observe.


This grave has been disturbed. Must have been an animal, or whatever else lurks in this darkness.


Deep grooves in the mud around that rock.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


FORFEIT! You're meant the chase the chicken, not the other way round!


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


Pulso!


Ah, you're lucky, sister.