*Whatever death means for others, you know it means something far, far worse for Gale. And yourself, if he is not brought back to life.*


*Your skin flushes and your soul sings as you palm the acorn. Wishing magic, affection, love - whatever the cause, it's as real as the ground beneath you.*


Here. A little token between friends - for your discretion.


Now let's go, before I regret my restraint last night.


So. Lae'zel. Will you be joining them?


Let's hope we chose the right ally.


Gotta be somethin' in this heap.


Pain begone.


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


You know me, you understand me. And for that, I'm forever grateful.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


*As a Vicarph, a cleric of Helm, if your donation evokes a blessing, you'll feel more stern and alert than ever.*


Hngh! Oh! Oh!!! I'm going to DIE! HGnh.


Enough. You will show the <i>Stone Lord </i>proper respect. And you will return to the Guildhall and do as we have paid you to.


Tyr protect you. Be on your watch. There's a devil in the guise of a one-horned tiefling haunting the Risen Road.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


So, now that you're here... what next?


Given the circumstances? You're faring as well as can be expected, I suppose.


Of course, my lady. Here is the key - the collections box is right behind me.


You need aid.


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


One true way.


The hatchling who rejected her queen.


<i>I'll remember that.</i>


Victory<br>


This handwriting looks familiar...


I can't say any more, the <i>sa'varsh </i>might hear. Now please, let me finish my work!


*Your eyes turn to the control panel next to the pod. It has two devices marked with illithid symbols.*


Weak


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


Canto te!


... Baldur's Gate...


Astonishing. This city can be ugly at times, but it can be capable of grandeur as well...


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


Bene curatur!<br>v3


Seems like the owner was quite the literary type.


All we achieved was sending the devil home - and damning Wyll along with her. It is a lesson worth learning, I think - that this company discards allies so easily.


She cherished you. But it wasn't enough - you were distracted by your own desires.


How small-minded. This is not about good or evil - this is about <i>power</i>. You rejected glory, and I reject you.


C'mon...


We thought we were doing the right thing.


Don't get blood on my clothes.


What is your name, True Soul?


I have craved it ever since the archwizard Karsus created it, long centuries ago, and brought doom to the empire of Netheril.


I punish evil and minor annoyances equally.


Your sense of humour is still intact, at least.


SmileOpen<br>var 3


Faster!


What are you doing here? This is a private home, understand?


All future.


No, no - that's <i>all</i> yours. I insist.


You's ready?


Demento te!<br>v2


Another mystery.


Let the tale be told - we are victorious!


And Zariel will be far too busy with Raphael to worry about scouring the plane for you.


The stink of oil, the clank of gears - this place is revolting.


*The mummy remains silent. Whatever secrets it possesses, it took them to the grave.*


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


That ox again.


No use digging with my bare hands...


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Hells - seems that book on flumphs was not all it appeared to be.


What? No - don't be ridiculous!


In Crèche K'liir, a formal greeting begins with a bow.


You may as well have this - consider it payment, for allowing me to see the truth at last.


A bronze dragon, yes. He sleeps beneath us even now, awaiting a hero to rouse him.


Entry is prohibited, citizen. Vacate the premises immediately.


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


It's 'Skickpit', you pisspot.


Te curo!


Esto perpetua!


That's the drink talkin'. Absolute wouldn't speak to a worm like you.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Go, then, you mad bastard. But if Glitterbeard catches you down there, do me the service of dying before you name any names.


Abducted or not, there is no point in dwelling. We have bigger problems to solve.


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


*Moving a corpse is one way to get attention. It seems this is a hobby best indulged privately.*


The only reason I can still walk in the day, you mean? Yes, we will have to do something about them.


I sold one to a wonderful old gent for property protection.


No! Brilgor was a nice bloke.


Okay... F-f-fine...


Now, your reward for giving me such a present. I will tell you one and only one of Raphael's dirty secrets.


<i>Mer-gnomes!</i>


Esurio!


Flagra!


Together at last.


You might have the manners of an imp, but I believe you're the noblest person I've ever known.


Oh, but do enjoy yourself this night. I intend to, myself. Astarion looks particularly tempting.


Some firepower'll help bust open that wall. Then we can free the poor lads inside.


Oi, ugly!


Show courage. I will not leave you.


Not just that - you did what no one else was capable of. Thank you.<br>


<i>I trust that our people will have their freedom, but now I must have mine. Release my soul to the Astral Seas, while I still have one to call my own. </i>


<i>Complexum tuum, ab terra ortum, ad nos defer.</i>


GruntAngry<br>var 2


Right. Next time a witty fop insinuates himself into our good graces, I'll check his breath for copper first.


Ubi es?<br>v2


Sounds like someone's in trouble.


Keep your guard high. Let's move on.


By Gond's grace... really?


This must be the forge. Damn impressive - and impressively <i>hot.</i>


There are other necks available for biting, of course. If you were so inclined.


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


Find a way into the Astral Prism. Slay Orpheus the pretender.


Ready for battle.


Let's make the most of this.


Olodan speaks truth. Do you disagree? Would you see this grove in <i>ruin</i>?


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


Mizora channeled the Hells' essence into you - you'll never be rid of their scent.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


An untouched stack of hay. Mustn't be any horses around.


My favourite in all of the Coast. All of Faerûn, even. Not even the Sea of Stars could rival its magnificence -


Things look... different.


For a wizard, to have the love of the goddess of magic herself...


Enough! Stop!


<i>Zhak vo'n'ash duj</i>. Source of my bruises.


With the Netherstones in hand, the brain can't resist us. We will be Absolute, with an infected army at our beck and call.


*Aradin the Elder - 'Open the Bloody Gates'*


Enough dawdling. Get me down.


Useless!


You must. Or you will take your secrets to the grave.


Steel Watcher - on guard!


This house has taken in a lot of children over the years. Mother dear was sometimes more commander than, well... mother dear.


You dare to speak her name? After your crimes innumerable, you would evoke her before <i>me</i>?


I- I hope you like it.


There it is. True death, at last. You are Shar's child after all. And I am... I am...<br>


You picked the wrong fight, friend.


Can't wait to see her cleave Ketheric's head in two.


What... what was that?


Then prepare. I will stand wait.


*Right now, your resolve feels firm. But there is no knowing how you will feel when the moment comes.*


Guilds, nobles, politicians - if he controlled even a fraction of these, the city could be his and no one would ever know.


Well, that's not good.<br>


*Getting caught setting that trap was a dangerous move. Resisting imprisonment may prove fatal.*


Was that an ordinary raid? Seemed a fool's errand.


Whatever you think you know of me won't matter, once I become whom I'm meant to be.


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


How 'bout a hand?


'But the True Heir, the Prince of the Comet, could not overcome Vlaakith's knights and their ill-gotten wyrms. Mighty Voss, <i>Jhe'stil Kith'rak</i>, lit the astral sky aflame.'


I don't know how much longer I can resist it.


What a cruel disguise! My nerves started hammering the second I thought <i>he </i>was the one looking for me.<br>


Minsc -


For once.


When that army comes, I'll be ready. I promise.


We both saw some sort of wake moving towards the docks when we picked her up - but there weren't any other boats around.


A masons' guild, judging by all the half-formed stonework.<br>


We'll see you again, Astarion. This isn't over.


Hey!


*Ice. Its embrace is tighter than any you've known. It is cold, but you want colder. You want total zero.*


A quick talk, then.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 1


Ugh - hold still, will you?


I've got something special for you.


Be seeing you. Sooner than you'd like, I expect.


It's time I return to my bunk.


Not sick, not welcome!


Do not fear, slaughter kin. I will not set my blades to shredding yet.


I found freedom, and then lost myself to this horror for nothing. All that remains is to die.


<i>Maybe you're right. I feel less... changeable. Less afraid. I feel ready for whatever is to come.</i>


<i>Ngh! Gods - I - I - </i>


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


If you can find Halsin and get him out of there, we can discover what he learned. And perhaps he can save your life. How's that sound?


I would think twice before trusting the illithid. It is loyal for only as long as we're useful.


<i>Rolan - bring the fire. NOW!</i>


What in the hells, Astarion? You bit me!


We've had a mind flayer whispering to us in our dreams all this time...? I really shouldn't be surprised by anything at this stage.


Useless. Come on.


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


*Sigh.*


Then it's your own fault for not asking.


My name sounds so good in your mouth.


Not the time for it, hear?


It's gone - the entire crèche is destroyed.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Enough, Mizora. My father is dead. Say your piece.


Snore
zzZzz


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


We'll need a cover story...


Thank you for cutting those creatures down, truly. Gods know what would've happened if you weren't here.


Not a conversation I shall relish.


That was on purpose!


*Blood gushes into your mouth. You can feel it filling the maw inside you - filling your soul.*


We lost Andrick. Sir.


Monster? That's my daughter - she's dying!


Oh, thank you. Such generosity.


Clausus!


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


Blood follows me everywhere.


Must've been a precious artefact.


*Your head spins as you gather yourself. Fresh air and firm ground feel almost <i>alien </i>to you.*


A clown's head. Not laughing now, are you, Dribbles?


No! The Motivator - deactivate it, <i>hurry</i>!


Any reason you're still here?


I'm on my way.


Danthelon's Dancing Axe...? Minsc would sooner fight with a sword - even an annoying one, which talks out of turn.


I need a little extra edge.


But it is not to be.


You want us to throw away our chance at freedom? On your word that you can defeat the master? Be serious.


He just... died on the spot.


Can't we set up in a better spot? It's bloody draughty here.


*The inscription's challenge remains the same.*


All right, I'm awake. Tell me everything.


What fun I would have if I could play with Wyll as Mizora does.


Thou necrotic stump!


Gods, I hate clowns. I'm not even sure clowns like clowns.<br>


Interesting gadget - a key, maybe. Now to find a similarly shaped hole.


*Your gold won't purchase this guard's unimpeachable conscience. Get back to your cell.*


All of it - for nothing.


Off with you. Private conversation.


Very well - my trust is yours. But it is fragile. Break it, and be broken.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Why do I feel like I've... lost something?


*The chains snap as you expand your chest.*


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


Let us make a sacrifice of it, for Bhaal will have his offering.


<i>So</i> close. But I'm still winning.


I don't need any attention right now.


Best move fast.


I'll help you.


Not now, darling.


*Vellioth recalls Cazador, his lessons learned, killing him in the Rite of Perfect Slaughter. How they both laughed!*


If you say so. You are just fortunate he did not go for my neck - I would not be so agreeable if he had.


You outsiders never have ta guard the borin' posts.


*The dog pants through a ball held firmly in his mouth.*


Mouthier than an arse, twice as full o' shite.


I will not ask you to dedicate yourself to me. I roam as nature wills me to, and your heart remains your own. I just wish to share in it.


<i>Ansur's death was born of necessity. </i>


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Fella must need a little shut-eye.


Bye! <i>Runrunrunrunrun...</i>


Even in such fraught times as these, there is peace to be found in the stillness as evening draws in.


Me too.


Immaterial. Please, as I said. We are here to help you.


Your prowess in battle is remarkable, as is your battle stance itself.


She's slaughtered countless refugees fleeing the Absolute. Yesterday, she butchered an entire family. We were lucky to survive our encounter with her.


Together, we will slaughter any who remain.


Whoever did this wanted them to suffer. We need to be careful.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Jaheira? You're too late, High Harper.


I won't pretend the thought hasn't crossed my mind once or twice... or more than that.


*She and her druid allies bloodied Shar's forces. But Shar persists. She <i>thrives</i>.*


HAPPY? Now. Join me. FIGHT.


I am your strength.


Neverwinter, Jewel of the North. I wonder if the cult of the Absolute has influence there as well.


Mors certa!


You're right. Blood or not, the people here are family. And I won't let goblins take that away - not again.


The Nightsong is the source of Ketheric's life force. Which means it could be turned against him.


One of your True Souls, my Queen! How have they survived?


So what's our first order of business, sir duke?


*Your words are futile. The goblin will not be allowed to leave. Neither will you.*


Piss... guzzler...


That looks painful.


So cold... there's something coming. I can feel it in the shadows...


<i>Bigger! Bigger!</i> Biggerbiggerbiggerbigger... Sorry.


Please, hurry. Every moment that passes is one we could spend... together.


He wants some fluff piece about the <i>heroic</i> Steel Watch keeping the mob at bay - whether or not that's the truth or not.


Hee hee hee.


So, the pale one is gone. It's for the better, given his palate.


This'll ruin someone's day.


Erm... n-not much to it: pull a lever an' enjoy the squeals.


Ira et dolor!


Pallida mors!<br>v3


Whoever that elf is, he's got an army of Shar worshippers at his command.


Vocal Misc - Breaths<br>v2


Yes, we'll praise you in our prayers, True Soul.


The lava's erupting. Better watch my step.


*Given Gale's adamant insistence that he <i>not </i>be allowed to die, he's making quite a habit of it. Thank goodness he has you to bring him back...*


With some places, one visit is enough. This is one of those places.


No patrol, no control, that's what I say.


I should write a book - 'Wroot and Branch: An Unfortunate Life'.


Fresh corpses - duergar and myconid. There was a battle here.


*Your tadpole eagerly responds to the parasite in the brain jar. You blink, to find yourself standing at Wyrm's Crossing.*


This is getting difficult, you know. Being this close to you. It's almost more than I can take.


Wish we had stone - or steel.


And do not return until it is done. Let this be my one warning.


Gouts of blood spilled here. Perhaps this the place of Father Lorgan's demise.


Who laid a trap for the hot-blooded young Bhaalspawn, and tricked them to return?


Voco nubes!<br>v2


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 1


<i>The devil is like a cockroach - no matter what you do to it, it always comes back.</i>


So the General got tired of waiting for me to deliver. No matter. I don't mind sharing the glory.


The room next door has rather <i>reeked </i>of late, though - and that's coming from me! Hah!


Someone's in agony. Coming from beneath the windmill.


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


Magical relics galore. Seems like Gale's type of place.


Ah, then I'll leave you to it. I'll stretch out my stint here as long as my break allows, in case you find anything.


Empty as a hole.


We'll prove him wrong.


I'd have love to have witnessed it, Gale. I wager you are as elegant on the dance floor as you are on the battlefield.


Mors animae!


Wait - didn't the Head Banker already take you down?


The others I will leave to rot in this house, but you? I will gift Auntie your corpse - wrapped in your own intestines.


I sense that's not the cause of your disquiet. What's on your mind?


This is nothing but junk!


Don't worry, I'm coming.


Harder!<br>


Good kids, that lot. Hope they find her safe and sound.


<i>This </i>ranga <i>better not go yappin' 'bout my pigeon. I shoulda turned him over to Minthara by now, but he's such a nice little pigeon.</i>


Voco murus!<br>v2


Better to have on hand than not.


Onward.


Consider yourself invited! Combined, we've had five hundred years to hone our talents - let's put them to bad use.


I'm sure I'll come up with... something.


Forgive me, child of Bhaal. I forget myself.


It's true wot they say - you lot <i>do</i> stink like hell.


That's putting it mildly.


No. I'm not leaving this fiend with a stranger.


I suspect it is the very relic that Balthazar has been sent to retrieve.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


A lanceboard set. But good luck trying to move those pieces...


I'm not stuck. I came to find <i>you, </i>of course.


Begone, putrid boil!


You have still have time to surrender.


Well, your Fistliness, we broke down the door because it sounded like somebody was in trouble inside.


*'Here lies Caerlack Cliffgate - beloved wife and mother.'*


Closed Mouth Effort v4


We will find a home. And we will kill anyone in our way.


Looks like these people were trying to hide in the tunnels here. <br>


I - I'm supposed to keep playing no matter what, but what the hells is going on?


Better get on with it, then - Wulbren wouldn't've put his trust in you for nothing.


To Sharess' Caress - Voss is still waiting. He must know of our victory.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


Nothing's happening... but it doesn't look broken.


I consumed many Bhaalspawn in my life, their essence my spellfodder. If I lived yet, you would be eaten.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


I think it's best you go back to your painting for a while, Oskar. I need some space.


A Shar worshipper... I see. Perhaps you feared how I would react, but still... you should have told me sooner.


I had no idea that would actually work.


It is a pity you are already marked for Orin's blade - I would've relished pitting you against my own.


It's laden with magic. Gale - could you make use of this sword?


Although it seems not everyone is in the mood to celebrate. What's happening in that head of yours, Gale?


My condition likes being ignored as little as I do. I must consume another artefact. And soon.


He isn't the first to die. Her love is simply too much for some. I hope you will fare better, when your time comes.


Why not let them see? Don't be shy.


I have come up regrettably short. I hope you might see truths where I cannot.


How neither one of us is free. How Cazador's still out there, and you're-...


No. If you linger, you'll only jeopardise your own mission. This is my burden alone now until either the curse is lifted, or I breathe my last.


Ugh. I don't know what I slept on, but my neck's killing me.


Pleasure doin' beeswax with a proper heroical type!


Why don't we put ourselves out of this misery and just sleep? If I can at least look at you, I won't have wasted my whole evening.


*Approaching Moonrise without a tadpoled companion is a dangerous proposition. Are you willing to risk being detected by the cult?*


Let her rot. The Absolute's allies deserve no better.


Well, party's over. No fun kickin' a beaten dog. Let's go.


We should rest these weary bones of ours.


Cave circulum!<br>v3


What do <i>you </i>want? I have filthy squatters decreasing the value of my property as we speak!


What...? <i>Gekh! </i>Got someone sneaking up on us!


If they had just surrendered their research to me, we might have found the forge together.


Need to get this unlocked.


*Reclaimed bones, turned into strange effigies. Their meaning is lost on you.*


AH. BETTER. YOU ENT HALF-BAD - I THINK I'LL KEEP YOU.


Time to put your tales to the test, warrior!


Kled feels strange - light. Happy.


Let's see what comfort we can offer a grieving mother.


<i>Raphael? Well - thank you for your honesty. </i>


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


*The rat has hardly left Kagha's side. A distant thought claws at your mind...*


A touch of magic will do the trick.


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


Yes. I am... painfully aware. But some good has come of this.


Down, beast! Minsc is too much of a mouthful for your kind.


Laughter Maniacal


<i>Damn.</i>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


I suppose there is a reason I'm asking <i>you </i>to do it.


<i>I can feel the brain. Limitless rage, limitless hunger.</i>


They're going to call for help! Stop them!


You're here! Does this mean you found my daughter? The Flaming Fist still have no clue. Useless twats.


Oh, Miri... No...


Fytz! Congratulations! That's amazing news.


Corpora sana!<br>v2


An' you yerself, you're a nasty piece of work!


So, I see you and the drow have been making eyes at each other.


Bloody, painted fingertips. This hand belonged to Dribbles, no question.<br>


*The child did not survive to witness your triumph - all life within her was extinguished by Orin's blades. But <i>you</i> still live.*


If Gortash is so mighty, how'd he let those Watchers get shut down? Hmm? HMM?


Ah, I see. Perhaps I can help you with that, another time.


I would. And I will. You will be consumed and all the power you've lusted after will be <i>mine</i>.


Effort v11


Whoa, whoa, soldier, what are you doing?!


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


I am your <i>friend</i>, ranger, I am not your witch. There will be no ointments, or healing balms.


No use digging with my bare hands...


That a fact? He's at the windmill, muckin' about. Wouldn't stray again, if I were you.


You've a particular way with words, Gale. Perhaps oration suits you more than battle.


It ain't true! We're good as anyone - just give us a chance.


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


We cannot afford to lose focus now. Not when the brain is so close. We press on.


*The oath you awoke with is some faded instinct. What does it even stand for?*


Move over, boot-lickers! We're comin' through.


Was it everything you hoped for? Was it sweet, Sharran, to murder a paladin of Selûne - her daughter - her sword?


Cut Popper's hands into juicy bits if you likes - Mama Lucretious can make new fingies for me!


Time!


What's for dinner?


<i>Go to the city. Try out your new form. Enjoy it. </i>


You know yourself, for such is the beginning of all wisdom. When souls would drink the waters of learning, you are their font.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


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


This 'protector' sounds weak to extreme heat. Something to keep in mind.


Shut it. Boss would rip ya for talking that way.


You're lucky - you can go wherever you want.


I could use some target practice.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Long ride down. Is this... the Underdark?


Relax. They'll be all right.


Stand close, stand ready. Kill beautifully.


She's taking the long route back to camp. Her time with us is running short - no doubt she's many thoughts to get in order.


Naturally. But I was thinking: what if it doesn't?


The final question. How would you feel, if all your burdens were lifted?


Webs everywhere. Which means spiders anywhere.


Her mind is yours. Break it.


We follow the scents of blood and gold to all lands fertile, friend.


<i>That was close. No doubt there'll be others.</i>


Much later. If ever.


Damnable roach. Provoke the blade...


It's not like the Steel Watchers are even sentient. Far as I can tell, they're more loyal than some of the Fists.


Portal to Waterdeep. Heard they've got the best cheese in the realms.


Glad to have an ally.


Looks like we're spotted, lads!


That looks painful.


Blech. These things smell like <i>death.</i>


There is an arcane ward on this door - best be careful not to trigger it.


'It's hopeless', it says. 'Stop resisting. Give up and give in.'


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


Allow me to help.


The Bright boys got away, but I took a hit killing those gobbos, and it's taking it's time healing. Thanks for asking, though.


Must still be tired. Poor Scratch.


Ira!


*Hiss!*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


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


Now, I mourn the loss of the tadpole, because I can only imagine the wonders it could show me if our minds locked together as they once did.


Listen here.


Ready your weapons, Harpers. Be prepared to strike at my command.


You're too modest by far. What fate would I have met without you? Rotting in the goblins' cells? Dying against an onslaught on the Grove?


Hold, and listen.<br>


Of course not! I am only here to bear witness.


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


<i>Do</i> something! Aaaaaaargh!!!


And just like that, she's off to walk into Lorroakan's trap.


Ut ventus!<br>v2


I'd be a fool to let you turn your back. Pledge me your talents, and I'll pledge you mine.


Something's burrowed in there - something big.


Is that... yes! His hallucinations made real.


You, for example. You were always wiser than me when it mattered most.


<i>You grew attached to a mere disguise. But you judge without even knowing me. </i>


You have aided me in achieving my ambitions, I wish you well in yours.


But a necessary one! Scrolls of True Resurrection don't grow on trees, you know.


A rune. But for what?


I doubt it. But we'll try.


I don't hear the Emperor. It can't reach us here, I guess.<br>


Well. Whatever happened in there, you don't look any worse for wear.


What's the name of that river down there?


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


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


Extra Recovered <br>V3


I was just swept up in the moment.


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


I <i>cannot </i>be broken.


Bit confusin', cuz it sez we're 'feeble-minded weaklings' right before that.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Drink must be tellin' on me. Guess I need some more. Heh.


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


Cazador has got his teeth into poor and pale Astarion once more.


Plue!


That stench... dead owlbear prey, no doubt.


Don't waste a step.<br>


You speak true! And now I'll claim my reward for my labours escaping the evil archdevil: <i>you</i>.


Marcus Falgor... raised in... Baldur's Gate...


Crescit eundo!<br>v2


That doesn't look good.<br>


Yes. And I begin to wonder if I was not over-hasty.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


He's as corpulent as he is servile, but we cannot underestimate his command of the dead.


Gortash, Archduke of Baldur's Gate! I hear he's moved into the penthouse at Wyrm's Rock. That place must cost a fortune, per diem.


Snore
zzZzz


Ah. Right. Suit yourself - find me in the city and you shall have your reward.


Damn - you showed that egg who's boss. A real hero.


Soak it up.


Looks like there's a chest buried in that hay.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


The Gate was my hunting ground. I might be responsible for some of these.


*The figure shimmers brightly. Your words seem to have piqued her curiosity.*


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


Wise. Even a treacherous path is better than blundering through the wilderness.


Heavens forbid. We're all entitled to our secrets.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Effort v9


Let me get you back in order.


There's something in that debris.


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


Cresceat scientia!
v2


That 'nothing' sure looks like something to me. If you need to rest, just say the word.


I'd heard so much about the Lady's Court. Pity they didn't live up to the legend.


Something's on my mind.


...But instead of them, Edowin found an owlbear. An angry one.


And I should rest. This has all been a lot.


Shame. Well, there's always tomorrow!


The prodigal child returns - to duel Lady Orin, no less. I normally abhor theatrics, but that'll be <i>quite </i>the spectacle.


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


Well... if you <i>must</i>. I suppose it saves me the walk. But if you're going to do it, hurry up.


Could just look the other way.


I suppose Nere's dead by now. I just need his head.


On my way.<br>


Eyes, et cetera - you know what to do.


My faith protects me.<br>


I'm on my way.


Devote yourself to pleasure eternal. Stay here with me - this can be forever.


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


A mind flayer. No intention of letting <i>that </i>happen.


Caveat incantator!


Look - I don't like owing people.


Try not to get too close, Cal.


There - in the cage!


Watch how you go - there's a trap.


Lucky I don't leave you to the gods.


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


You festering bubo!


Why, only the truth - that you bear the blame for the duke's untimely demise.


*He nods, then reaches for a concealed hatch.*


By Balduran's helm, I - no. I will not be tricked!


We had one houseguest by the name of Gortash, a mischievous little blot of a boy, and he slipped through my fingers.


Up, or Boo shall have to go a-biting.


Spurious prune-tart.


Exactly. And anyway, he'll see this is a losing gambit eventually. Maybe take up something more interesting, like darts.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Let's see what this does.


All's well that ends... not as bad as it could have.


Thou necrotic stump!


People up ahead. Something's wrong...


Nature might've provided for it. Too late now.


It's gone, it's gone. Master trusted Godey with his ring and it's gone!


<i>Here I thought I was making a sacrifice. Thank the gods I'm a noble fuck!</i>


To Ramazith's Tower we go.


Get moving, will you?


A lick of that mouth-watering meat of yours. A parting gift, as it were.


Damp. Ignoring that...


I question the wisdom of that decision.


Mundus vult decipi!


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Sit on it and call it daddy. It's a <i>fire</i>. How do you think you stop it?


Non fit injura!


*You feel the presence of something, ancient and unknowable. It has taken notice of you.*


More faithful of the Absolute. They need a guide to the Tower, same as us.


Maybe you should avoid items laced with dark magic. 'You are what you eat', as the old adage goes.


I can. I can stop him, but you have to tell me what you know.


Of course. I'm as extraordinary a lover as I am warrior.


She's expecting to find us broken - let's show her just what a mistake she's made.


Ut ventus!<br>v2


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


I haven't practised in a good long while, though. I'm curious if I can still pull it off.


Consider it mercy - or pest control. Filro was never <i>fully</i> right.


*His fangs snap and gnash, biting down on nothing. He wants more.*


If you're looking for fun, I can recommend several excellent novels. And very few of them will try to kill you in your sleep.


... peculiar... sense of humour...


Feed the beast. Feed the Butcher.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Got 'em clearing rubble. We've got orders from Moonrise to reach some old ruins - there's something the Absolute wants, tucked away in there.


Florrick's will be hanged. Unless you'd care to intervene.


I reckon the murder we had's something to do with it too. Got punters all <i>intrigued</i>. On that morbid note - what can I get your fine self?


Come back, Auntie.


What in the hells? You're a vampire!


Seems to be stuck.


Did you just <i>bite</i> me, Astarion? I knew it - you're a bloody vampire!


Bet <i>you </i>won't get kicked out of the temple. They blame us for everything.


The end of my life among them. Just when I was starting to enjoy it.


Impero mortuos!


Ow! That damned kobold...


NO. TOLD YOU!! SPARKY COMES!


I meant it. And I still do.


*The ball shows you a vision of yourself so lewd and blasphemous that your soul feels stained.*


Attack Critical<br>var2


No, no - it's not that silly head of yours.


You have earned your place as a Dark Justiciar of Shar.


Now that's not good.


What could make such a ruckus?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Bad enough you're making a racket. Worse that you're lying as well.


Let her rot. The Absolute's allies deserve no better.


If there <i>was </i>anything we needed protecting from...


*Pliant as well-worn boots, his mind turns to his work. Chop. Cut. Sort.*


The heretic child lives. Execute her as you said you would - then, we shall speak.


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


Quite the burrow-hole. I'd rather not meet its maker.


I'm sorry... I'm just a bird. I don't have <i>things</i> to give you. Although...


Pulchrior!


You needn't ask twice.


Tibi do pennas!


You know, now that our enemies have fallen, I might be the most powerful person in the world.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


((*flesh-stench. go, go, away*))


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


Another message from Orin? Delightful.


And he's not an 'it'.


Some treat their relationships like a walled garden - tidy, tamed, cut off from the world. That is their right, but it is not for me. I do as nature does, and let my heart run wild. Desire flourishes wherever it finds purchase.


Even I am partial to having a roof over my head, now and again. Perhaps the innkeep can assist us.<br>


BAH! Why always this summoning of evil entities? Just make some friends, it is not so hard.


I could listen to this forever...


Hurry...


Go, then. I might be out of my head, but... gods help me, I believe you.


I would rather fall on my blade than become a <i>ghaik</i>.


You a True Soul then, eh? The Absolute'll make <i>me</i> one too.


Kozakuran. A beautiful language, even though it does originate from the surface.


Such beauty. Such power.


And you are certain he will not come to me?


Watch it - that hyena's going for help!


No, we can't. Not after seeing those wretches in the cells. If I flee now, he wins.


Just don't touch anything, all right?


Drink must be tellin' on me. Guess I need some more. Heh.


This script is... familiar, somehow. If only I could make sense of it.


Something's always catching us.


If I lose that cargo, my people will do worse to me than the gnolls would've.


It's not enough, but it's all we have.


<i>Brains?</i>


If we survive, it'll make for a good story I suppose...


Rite of Thorns... seals the grove...


New heroes grace Baldur's Gate with their presence!


I warned you - told you this was my burden to carry. Why didn't you listen?


Here for you.


You're lying to me! Orpheus' words don't belong in the hands of someone so dishonest.


But now, you have returned. Tell me, are you here to have your vengeance on my granddaughter?


The <i>kith'rak </i>is very worried about the <i>ghaik </i>threat. Before you came here, discovering what is happening in Moonrise Towers was our main focus.


<i>How is one meant to cover a dead duke with an equally dead printing press...? Simply can't supply the demand...</i>


Now what are you hiding?


She's through the main doors. Just follow the smell of burnt goblin-arse, heh.


You smell of Carrion's flesh. Hope he tasted good.


Offfph... I feel less-than-well...


What's happening here?


First things first - we need supplies, shelter, and most of all, a healer.


I will not forget you.


You look happy, Shadowheart. Like a Night Orchid in bloom.


Bet it's nice, bein' a drow. Struttin' about like yer arse is made of diamonds.


Only one god empowered me to bring my Isobel back. That is the god I serve now. The god we serve.


A heart-to-heart.


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


Goodbye.


Effort v9


*You recall waking up hearing the pounding war drum of blood.*


There is little relief to be found from the heat of the storm we are caught in.


Just because we don't waste time prettifying things doesn't mean we can't make use of good ore.


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


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


What's this? For a ritual of some sort?


Nature salves all.


The very sight of me would disgust you if you were a true Sharran. But you, perhaps, are something more.


My friend! You are so fearsome that your very blood flees your body!


What? But for how long?


The curse is strong here - hungry. I will consume any flame.


I don't want this to happen either, but Kagha makes the decisions.


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


...everything... I tried not to be...


Give me an edge.


Gremishkas? Those little pussy cats are allergic to magic - better watch my spells.


Make sure the others keep to themselves. This place is jumpy - better to give the Guildies their space.


Doesn't matter... nothing matters...


Closed Mouth Effort v8


I come to bargain. The Hells demand witness.


Voco arvina!<br>v3


Sigils of some kind, though I'm not sure of their purpose...


<i>This is only the beginning, my love. We will reach heights of which our former selves could not conceive.</i>


I want to have a word.


True. You wouldn't have the grit.


You cannot seriously believe that?


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


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


Wish there were another way, but I need the cash Lorroakan's offering for your little friend Nightsong.


Pathetic! Paultry! Poxy puddle of <b>piddle</b>! Why not boast of snots dug from your nostril?


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


Wait - why did that strange dog collar just vibrate?


*Suddenly you see what she sees. Feel what she feels. Distrust. Hostility. Because you are gith.*


More! We'll show them!


The city is still under threat, and the future is uncertain - but this is a victory for all that is good and kind.


Flaming Hells. Time's running out.


These glyphs look familiar - they were in 'The Necromancy of Thay'.


I... I'll think about it.


Karlach. The stink of Avernus.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min1:31_GnashedTeethReaction<br>var 2


Hag house. Guess Ethel likes to spare herself a few steps.


Risus abundat!<br>v3


Odd - someone's cut a notch in the tree there.


Hm. All right.


*A trap's been disarmed in this area. You have a horrible feeling you're about to be accused of doing it.*


You can have a snack when I'm finished with you.


My lady. <i>Shar. </i>You may have felt her, but I heard her. She gave me a mission.


Don't bleed out on me.


Rest at a duergar camp? I'd be safer among mind flayers.


*Immediately, your mind is swept into a greater vortex. A psionic storm with Minthara at its centre.*


Wonderful. Just wonderful.


Where will it bring us, though?


Nothing. You and I ought to be considering how we're going to survive this mess - we should stay together.


BreathLongOpen<br>var 2


Balthazar, a necromancer lap dog of Ketheric Thorm's.


Horribilissimus!


Yeah. Mostly he just says, 'Stop, argh, my guts are s'posed to be on the <i>inside</i>'.


*Any food you had is gone. The owlbear will go hungry.*


There's got to be another way in.


<i>Anyone</i> who squanders his gifts, in fact. Do not make that mistake, Unholy Assassin. He will be watching.


How else can I help you today?


You'll be free soon enough.


All gone... was that really because of what <i>I</i> did?


With a flick of the wrist.


I wonder what was so subversive about their words that they commanded protection.


Fine.


Auribus teneo lupum!


You went after Cazador without me? And why in all the Hells would you do that?


If I were you, I'd turn around and walk right out of this alley. Now.


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


*The text on the plaque is a mystery to you.*<br>


A good opportunity.


*The potion is disgusting beyond description. The only mercy is that it goes down quickly.*


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 3


GaspSurprised<br>var 3


Curious to find an orthon here - perhaps there was an untold tale behind that.


Volo?


Voss, to battle!


Son, stay out of that old woman's things.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


Another broadsheet full of pointless obituary pieces.


Dammit. That didn't go like I'd planned.


Effort v10


Fists... After me... Needed to hide...


I could write something in the Absolute's honour, if I knew more about her.


We might all need something rather stronger than wine to steady our nerves.


Wonderful, thank you.


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


I want to have a word.


Your actions sparked the fall of my Steel Watch. Whatever bargain we might have made fell <i>with</i> it.


*Why would anyone accept such a pittance, when your entire purse could just be looted from your corpse?*


He'll feel that in the morning.


What do we do, if not... that?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Better be careful around here...


Weapon blueprints. They call for sussur bark...


You have already been told.


Gods, it smells awful in here.


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


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


My children! What a beautiful sight.


Astarion... you have ascended amongst the ranks of the undead. I can only hope that you do not come to regret the price that you paid.


Victory v4


Despite my antipathy to Viconia, I am sure she will aid us when the time comes.


*You land a swift strike against her skull. She yelps, then goes still.*


I have just the thing.


I'll help you.


How you screamed as my knife slit your skull, your brain juices sticky and sweet.


Of course.


Normal service resumed at last.


Horribilissimus!


Ugh - that took some doing. Mechanism must be corroded.


*Inexplicable violent yearnings overwhelm all other thoughts. Who could you possibly be, to be their vessel?*


Truly? I was sure there was a connection, ever since we celebrated after you saved the grove.


*Several spiders rest in the rear of the crevice.*


Find him, and strike him down.


I understand. I once fell to hubris, as you are falling now. But no more.


I'm a tad surprised you change into more comfortable garb at camp, Lae'zel. You strike me as a 'sleeps in her armour' type.


It sings... wrong song. But... <i>same </i>song - as you?


<i>Damn.</i>


I'm almost out of flasks!


You come to speak of the last time Minsc stood watch? The snoring, it was Boo!


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


Please.


Gods, these are <i>those </i>tiefs? Their whole city was dragged into Avernus for a while. Zariel was <i>delighted. </i>When they made it back out, I'd hoped they got their happy ending.


<i>O' course, I'll prob'ly be a rat's breakfast myself if I </i>don't <i>tell this one something.</i>


Hurt


Ah yes, the 'Orphans' Fund'. You can pay me directly - I'll make sure to pass your gold to the 'orphans'.


I'll take you in. But look - there's some bad shit going down in there. You don't want to get involved. Neither did I, but it was them or me.


Something's fishy here. That ship was docked at Moonrise Towers. <br>


Morio!


When I touched you, I felt like... a <i>real </i>person.


*It mourns, moved by your emptiness.*


Nature's servant awaits.<br>


Should it make its way out through the very doors you are about to brazenly swing open, you'll have unleashed a pestilence upon this realm.


Signum arcanum!


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)<br>v3


You'll have my teeth,
my eyes, my claws,


Quit knocking around in there!


*The casing is fragile. The slightest touch could cause it to crumble.*


Lotta... gold... for... Nightsong... got it from... Lorroakan...


You had a choice, Astarion, and you failed me. But I'm not an unreasonable woman.


Indeed? Then above all, you must have a talent for self-preservation.


I can't work without a blueprint.


What do you want now?


Ketheric's Dark Justiciars from a bygone era.


That, or we've just prolonged its misery.


When Mizora drained my warlock powers, it was if a blizzard froze me through.


Kill that monster? You can't. It's impossible.


Can't even catch my breath.


Oh no - don't you tar me with your 'normal' brush. My demons keep me extraordinary.


Failure at the first hurdle of existence. Most caretakers would crush it and be done.


On the double ya pricks, before I carve my name into your arses.


I'm going to grow up to be a <i>great wizard </i>and wade through my enemies with spells of fire and blood! Mostly fire.


Voco murus!<br>v3


You serve my purpose.


The new kingpin? All meat and muscle, that one. And wild as a werebear. If he's looking to oust Nine-Fingers, my blade's got his back.


Even injured, it's dangerous. Be careful.


Neither have I. I'm <i>exactly </i>as Yondalla made me. Never felt so liberated.


Obedi me!<br>v2


A grim sight - on that smacks of necromancy.


Allow me to apologise on Astarion's behalf, sir. His lack of tact is a burden to us all.


All right, then.


If a copy of the 'Tharchiate Codex' has entered this city, it will rest on their shelves.


A conversation is in order.


My joy. Speak to me.


So - it is found.


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


Dying Burning<br>v5


That death-curse be damned, I'm heading to Moonrise.


How'd you even get that way?


I should retrieve the amulet. The spirit monk will want to pay his respects to Shirra.


Imagine all that lies beyond the stars... even I feel small, in comparison.


Te curo!<br>v2


Illithid writing. Meaningless to me.


*Your offering is accepted, but more evidence of devotion is required.*


*The book remains open, exposing its annihilated text for all to see.*


Did you, now?


No, auntie, no.


All will be mended.


You turned my eyes to the truth. My faith is acknowledged, my destiny set in slate.


*With the withdrawal of Orpheus' power, your mind is rushed with the full force of the Netherbrain.*


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 2


No, no, no...


Raise your hand to one of us again, however, and every tiefling in this encampment will fall on you like a tide.


Something feels... off about this tree.


This disappearing act is starting to get irksome.


I mean - I think it was a bear? Big head, four legs, hair that gets stuck in your teeth.


More urgent than justice? More urgent than the rule of law?


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


I have proudly served this institution for many, many years. I open, I close, and I am well-paid for it.


Dying Freezing to Death


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


A Harper pin - how'd it get all the way down here?


These Selûnite words do nothing.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


Elturgard? A lot of territory to cover before Baldur's Gate - and any cure found there.<br>


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


What an evening! How easy it is to pin you against the wall, precious little thing.


*You feel as healthy as ever - healthier than the day before, in fact. Maybe the parasite is... broken, or dying...*


They were being rude. And I <i>detest</i> rudeness.


Am I not the very definition of 'careful'?


Was't your father a flounder?


I've been working on an assignment - a side-project of sorts. I think the removal of the hand is the key, but I just can't figure out <i>how</i>.


<i>This is not the place. We must find somewhere higher up to begin the climb. </i>


Fresh water. There must be a settlement somewhere nearby.


When the red dragons come, we will shake the skies with their screams. The ground will be soaked and spoiled wherever the <i>kith'raki</i> fall.


I won't go on without you.


Imagine being trapped here, faced with eternal torment. I think I'd rather just die.


Es praedae mei!


These little markings look like goblins and gnolls - right in our path.


<i>All to steal the Orphic Hammer.</i>


Hm! A chest of transformation.<br>


Don't group me with the likes of them!


Falling


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Dark Lady, all is changed. Give us guidance.


Look at this place. The evidence is clear enough.


Hee hee hmm hmm hmm.


Let's just go. Standing here chatting gets us nowhere.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


And now that we have found it, we will reclaim the Astral Prism, purge it of the illithid interloper, and restore it to its rightful owner.


There's eyes In the dark... in the walls. Please stop looking at me. Please.


Must be the shadow curse. We'll need Nere's lantern if we want to get through it.


Better not to scare off a wild animal until you're ready to spring your trap.


You're safe another day. Really, that should be enough.


There is misdirection in your words. You seek to linger in your sickness.


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


No less noble in his new role. The Blade of Avernus hath set his sights on the Hells, preying on the devils and demons who threaten the Sword Coast.


Effort v2


I have seen the ravages visited on Toril by the gods, Gale. Even the ones we so naively call 'good'.


Aye, I heard. Word is the Gondian guild has downed tools and gone walkabouts.


EH. EE. UUUT.


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


Throwing the ball around is no fun when there's no Scratch to catch it.


Perhaps it's time we stop trusting the illithid to save us. Its manipulation has brought us nowhere.


But if Master Halsin does not return, Kagha will give the order. And my voice will not matter.


Um... Okay... CAN I INTEREST YOU IN A C-COPY OF THE BALDUR'S MOUTH GAZETTE? ...Ple- PLEASE?


I see no path to releasing Prince Orpheus, and no path to Vlaakith's demise.


Aw - you'd like that, wouldn't you, Barnabus?


Nothing important is ever easy.


Imagine being compelled to hide a shrine in a land that is <i>actively hostile </i>to you and your goddess. Utter pigheadedness.


Explosives. This toymaker must be intent on shedding children's blood.


Just when we had everything perfect, there's a brand new master.


What is this liquid?


Bah. I'm not a tyrant. If anyone calls me one, I'll have Fig chop their head off.


I just hope my powers last long enough to see this through.


Crooked as a fish hook, and the Fist won't do a damn thing.


Go. Our freedom depends on it.


No! G-get away from me!


Oh, but that reminds me! I've found you something. A lovely little keepsake. In the past it might've helped with your condition, but now that you're better, perhaps you can put it to some other use.


Huh, I never knew she had it in her. But if it was self-defence, I suppose we can look past the mess.


There's little time. I will speak, and you will listen.


Steady on.


Swift as my feet can carry me.


Hm - what was that?


Looks like a githyanki, if the armour is anything to go by.


It is always wise to have another redoubt, another escape route. Though I assumed your lot's antics would have secured you the love of the masses.


Fulgur!


Your hand. Now!


*The mural shows druids claiming the grove in the name of the Old Oak - Silvanus, god of nature.*


Fair enough.


Not a good time to lose that tadpole...


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


Perhaps, once it's recovered from the Netherbrain's scourge. I could find allies here, at very least.


No, it can't be. You mean, they've taken -


Odd to see a hellsbeast here. Still, at least it's dead.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Non movere!


More of Orin's doppelgangers. How many has she brought to Bhaal's side, I wonder?


*The pulsing glow and organic lines of the device make it seem more like a beating heart than a machine.*


And yet here we stand. We're either very clever or very lucky.


A lot of effort to hide one sarcophagus.


BUT YOU MUST HAVE LEFT IT IN YOUR OTHER TROUSERS BECAUSE IT ISN'T HERE


Hey! There's a chest in here.


Veni et iuva me!


Yes. And something else, too.


But do be careful if you're out and about - city's just not as safe as it used to be.


<i>Bloody boohyahg </i>- ha! Someone's got there first. And you ain't learned your lesson?


A gith text? Looks like the Sharrans did their research on the Prism.


*He pauses, looks down at your eye, and recoils slightly as it sinks into the mud.*


Blasted fog is everywhere.


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 3


Well then, shall we?


Menzoberranzan, City of Spiders. Of course Raphael has dealings in the depths of the Underdark.


Tell me where he is, and I swear I'll end him.


You could have killed them all. You could have ended Szarr's legacy today.


I can work with that. Rest now.


It may not transform you immediately, but it's only a matter of time.


Conditions look right, but quite empty without all the other eggs.


Looks like you want us to stick a few new holes in you. Get 'im!


Thayan glyphs. I'm a little rusty, but I think they speak of the Necromancy of Thay.


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


Better be careful - those webs carry vibrations.


A light step, and a lighter touch.


Say you'll come.


Lads even captured some duke. Worth celebratin', that is.


Closed Mouth Effort


For a moment, I thought you were going to challenge me. Wise, that you didn't.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


You've seen enough - move along now.


I've never heard something so beautiful...


I will not allow it. I will not surrender control. Even in this place, there are still innocents.


Do you mind? I'm brooding.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Just like that - gone. <i>Levelled.</i>


Diminuo te!


You protected a child-stealing vampire? Bold choice.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


And one more thing: you really oughta learn not to mess with the fey. We'll mess you right back.


Insurance like that is mighty valuable at the moment. Sounds good to me.


You can do it!


Weapon blueprints. They call for sussur bark...


No, cub, he does not mean me.


Dying


In Her Name. Report?


You - you know baldy? I mean, I shouldn't have filched him. I'll - I'll never do it again!


Something feels... off about this tree.


*Setting traps requires a subtle hand. This guard's punishment for you will require no subtlety whatsoever.*


<i>Sacred? It is filth. It will burn, and you will burn with it.</i>


No more. I can't afford to lose any more of them.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


We're running out of time. Go!


<i>Remember: Ketheric wants her </i>alive<i>. No matter what.</i>


<i>PERISH!</i>


It's broken, but not too badly.


Looks to be a powerful weapon. I wonder if it was used on my kin nearby.<br>


Argh - is that the brain? It feels like it's crushing my skull...


*The corpse does not stir. It will answer no more questions.*


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


A savvy move, recruiting Halsin to our cause.


Vermin, on the rooftops.


You won't be hurting for long.


Laughter


Mercy is not your strong suit, is it?


You louse, you mite!


Gortash's dad. And he seems... <i>proud</i>.


An eyepatch. Not quite my style.


Don't go there.


I came down here looking for Wulbren - I suspected he and his little friends might've come to this region, and I was right.


Aw, precious baby. Loves to bleed you - yes. Turn your corpse into sponge. Lots of holes. <i>Yes.</i>


Effort v2


Let's see...


Your disobedience brings shame on Crèche Y'llek.


Again?


Slipperly little bugger, isn't he? He'll be looking for somewhere safe - somewhere where the shadows are nice and strong.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


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


<i>Keep focused. Don't let this chaos consume you.</i>


Go on, then - face them. We will resume our discussion when I am ready to forgive you.


But Lae'zel said it anyway, to her immense credit. She's choosing truth, she's choosing freedom - for her, for Orpheus, for the githyanki people.


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


Victory<br>


Run. <i>Run.</i> <i>Find her. </i>It only ever stopped when I went the right direction.


*The rat glares at you but says nothing.*


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


Another brain.


Effort v10


CoughIll<br>var 1


You need to eat before we head off, all right?


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Such blazing wonder, to behold the sky swarming with red dragons. Listen close, and you can almost hear them roaring Queen Vlaakith's blessed name.


We're missing someone. Did that hunter get Astarion?


It's called th-the Nightsong. We tried to s-sneak past the goblins...


Let this be the last time I set eyes on this fucking hole.


Free now?


Something's always catching us.


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


'Rascal.'? 'Jagoda.'? Pet names. These must be their collars - which does not bode well for them.<br>


The Black Mass will be the master's greatest triumph. The ritual will see him ascend to power no vampire has ever known.


If you have any last words, make it quick. It will only take a moment to finish you.


<i>There's too many of them, we need to get to the brain - now!</i>


But these are not aspirants. You have brought traitors of Bhaal into our midst.


All that time and what's my legacy in Baldur's Gate? Missing friends and broken families.


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


Looks like this drow fell from quite a height.


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


*Eventually your meagre defences are washed away and you succumb to a long, tormented night.*


I don't want to know what <i>that </i>is.


Am I to beg? To plead? To <i>debase</i> myself, wraith? Speak, damn you!


To the rescue. <i>Again.</i>


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


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


Miri... No. There's no point.


Of course, you could always leave him to rot.


We have to go back to the Counting House! What were you thinking?!


Don't stop now. Not just as things are getting interesting...


Treme!


The voice said I'd become a 'beautiful weapon'. What do you think that means?


I knew the orb was no ordinary ball of magic, but for it to be Karsus' malignant creation... gods, how did I not see that?


What else could you require of Mystic Carrion when he has offered so much already?


You tortured us. For days at a time.


To enthral so many that you need a nautiloid fleet... My word.


Vis medicatrix!


The days ahead won't be easy, but we'll manage. We have to.


My stores are always open to you - just make sure you give Ketheric a few knocks from me, yeah?


Not allowed up... must go down... customers downstairs...


Brine. Like the stuff those <i>parasites </i>were swimming in.


Let's talk, then.


Cresceat scientia!
v2


Is that so?


Too easy.<br>


A mind flayer? Not a particularly good omen.


I want Auntie to be my wife.


Ah, True Soul. The rescue of Isobel went as planned, I hear - how eager you are, in service of the Absolute.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


<b><i>By eliminating Ketheric, Orin, and Gortash, you have simply unbound me. </i></b>


The githyanki curing device seems set on killing us instead. I really had hoped...


No time - we need to get down!


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


First, you must pay the agreed price. Material sacrifice is required, to prove your words have substance.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Hm. All right.


*A shiver runs across your mind... You feel sated.*


But if you're content for your heroics to be reduced to theatrical fancies, I shan't stand in your way.


You <i>are</i> a unique specimen. All right, my curiosity is piqued.


We'd make better strangers.


Aqua pura!


Someone else got out from this.


Best to stay out of its way.


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


I should get out of here - fast.


A secret lair in the undercity ruins. What was Carrion doing there?


Seems they snared more than they could skin in you. Did Geraldus survive?


Finders keepers, buddy!


Bah - is it really so difficult? K'ha'ssji'trach'ash!


Esurio!


You have not confessed it all, I think. There is something in the air tonight - the scent of a terrible and familiar power.


Hostium munera!<br>v2


Besides - you can convey your message in person. You'll meet him again soon enough.


Looks like those two are about to fight...


Bring them back alive if you can. Failing that, get me that shipment. <i>Unopened.</i>


I know you will accomplish great deeds. So must we all.


This will do some damage.


An earthquake, maybe. I don't remember one ever shaking the city.


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


A collar covered with runes. Belonged to a wizard's pet I gather.


Non fit injura!<br>v3


Nulla salus!<br>v2


Ketheric's soul still nourishes the shadows. Destroy him, so the land may heal. So that <i>I</i> may heal.


She might have won, you know - if you hadn't made her retreat.


There's something ominous about such depths. I wonder how deep it goes.


Exquisite. I claim afore Father that I desire all deaths equally. In my private worship, though, I have found myself turning again and again to prayers for her demise.


I've shown Barnabus a kinder way. A kinder name is only fitting.


Skullman is looking all jittery...


Looks like the goblins found her.


Hm. Nice.<br>


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


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


Chains, cages - a veritable torture camp and prison unto itself.


This'll boost you.


Effort v4


Never seen a lantern like this - just a sprinkling of dust at the bottom.


You mean you - you aren't interested anymore. In me.


Too bad we had to hand everyone at the tavern over to Moonrise Towers - would've been a real feast for the beasts otherwise.


That might be true. And all your power and strength is going to lead you right where you belong. The Hells.


Voco glacies!<br>v3


*Your pickpocketing has yielded a fight. Time to defend yourself.*


Funny that. The Minsc of the old days would've been no friend to Nine-Fingers - a known thief, a <i>murderer</i>. <i>That </i>Minsc served the side of good.


Halt, civvie. Turn back. This is an active crime scene.


My headache - it's gone. What in the hells?


I might've underestimated you before. Won't do that again. Thanks for the adventure! Ha!


Like the book said - I've to get through this maze without getting caught or triggering a trap. Simple... I hope.


*Your tadpole resonates with your father's. He is a flurry of emotion, both grateful to see his son and angry at his return.*


Dying Burning<br>v6


You've got a Thorm to undo.


I'll get you moving again.


<i>This is not the place. We must find somewhere higher up to begin the climb. </i>


Not sure what the other mushrooms are.


Augh. This tastes like a rothé's breath smells.


For the queen!


--I am----
-WE ARE-


Fascinating to see someone so favoured squander the regard of the Absolute. How very sad.


Still picking fights you can't win? You always were pig-headed, brother.


I still think you might have tricked me. If you did - I'll figure it out.


Baldur's Gate harbours many a secret. Even the longest-lived explorers have yet to uncover them all.


Do you, now? Boss never sends anyone that-a-way but prisoners.


Can't believe that devil just took us into the Hells with a snap of his fingers. If I see him again, I'll wring his neck.


A runepowder bomb... What the devil has he become?


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


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


This should help.


If only I knew where to find some.


This is the blade from the druid's notes. It feels so... sad.


This is so exciting.


You've clearly thought this through a great deal. I'm impressed and appalled in equal measure.


Don't worry, I'm coming.


Effort v8


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


Never have I known a prince more noble. I hope he can find peace.


Drunk <br>V2


I recognise this wine. It's a paralysing poison...


I'd say the swamp is a breath of fresh air compared to the hag, but... not really.


Hey, we found these toys in the barn, right? Guess they were made here.


Wait - what are you doing?


That's it, this won't take long.


No - but I've got a little brandy in hip flask. Want a nip?


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


I've got one!


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


Obedi me!


Am I supposed to pretend that everything is fine? That Lia isn't dead?


Get that stone back, please.


This place reeks of death.


Shadow Druids? Kagha means to turn the circle.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


A human torturin' a human? HA! I'd like to see that.


Let us see...


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


Dead. Finally.


Keeping my head down.


Love to be taken for granted.


Dying Panic Fall


We've spotted goblins in the woods - what happened at their camp?


<i>If that settles matters for the time being... would you like a diagnosis?</i>


I'll take the pain away.


His name is Astarion, but I fear he's gone to ground. I hope the hag of these lands can help me flush him out, if I can afford her blood price.


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


Out of sight.


Hostium munera!


A dead drow. Hardly a welcoming sight.


Gods, it smells awful in here.


You have my attention!


Anything of use?


This is it. Win or lose, the fate of the city - of <i>everything </i>- is going to be decided here.


Ah, thought I was never gonna get outta there.


*Slurp.*


Moonrise Towers? Along the old road? That place is cursed. Few could survive there...


Argh. ARGH!


You don't?


*You are a mind flayer, the very thing you sought to eradicate. Whatever self you still possess is quickly ebbing away.*


<i>Bloody boohyahg </i>- ha! Someone's got there first. And you ain't learned your lesson?


Come now, child. Do not hold it in!


<i>Chk.</i>


Only, the missing half may not come willingly. The curse will have sunk its tendrils deep, twisting Thaniel's essence into something... else.


Voco nubes!<br>v2


I'm an <i>imbecile </i>- the doll showed up days after the dragonborn joined us. Why didn't I see it?


Stuck? That's not good.


Better get this open.


Come on, now. Time to let me out.


The Rite of Profane Ascension is not some playbook to be picked up and read from. You cannot simply drop one role and assume another.


Behold, Duke Ravengard: the Absolute!


Now left to ruin and goblins. Good.


*The buzz of celebration quiets to a soothing hum as you approach your bunk.*


I won't let you down again. When the Absolute is vanquished, I will surrender Karsus' powers to you. You have my word.


That was... expressive?


You have my attention!


Hope this ends well.


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


Mother Gith, hear me. <i>Yisk Gith'ka tavki krash'ht!</i>


As you command.


I am the one who sunders, I am the Undying Queen's most unshakeable warrior. I am Lae'zel of K'liir.


Frange! v3


Curious. I could never quite tell if she was proud of them or not.


I need you at your peak.


Please, valued customer - enter. Mystic Carrion waits below.


Have a skeg at these.


Just tell us where she is. We don't want any trouble.


Oh, I jest. I enjoy grooming the beast far too much to let you lay a hand on it.


Auntie Ethel - it's time to hold up your end of our bargain!


Begone, before I set my teeth to your flesh.


I swear, I got more dizzy from the smoke when we burned the place down.


Creatures like her don't understand the concept of loyalty. Keep her on a tight leash.


My, my. A vault like this must be hiding something valuable.


Closer... I need to get closer!


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


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


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 3


Heavier than it looks. Wouldn't be very comfortable.


A dead language? Something ancient must have been worshipped here.


Aye. Silly question, I suppose.


Come on, Rikka.


I'm not your dear <i>anything</i>.


Help! The bear - it got out!


I hear shouting up ahead.


Caeco te!


The Zhents? Interesting...


That must have hurt.


Locked in. That's rarely good news.


You're not being paid to like it. If I were you, I'd focus on my <i>own</i> job, and leave the Steel Watchers to theirs.


This is no ordinary dragon.


Already feeling better.<br>


No gold, no punch. Sorry.


You can hear him, can't you? The Lord of Murder. You can hear, but you won't <i>listen</i>. I know you won't.


You want to save your father, meet me in camp. Maybe we can work something out.


He will not bend to your will. No matter - it will be my pleasure to break you both, instead. In my Father's name.<br>


I am living on borrowed time, in more ways than one. Perhaps... perhaps this is how it must be.


You cannot stay silent, child. Affirm your mandate.


As a war reaches its end, there is one who doesn't advise for the city's prosperity.


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


*She doesn't say a word. In fact, she barely seems there at all.*


Nothing. I reckon it needs a different power source.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


I want to be a force for good in the world. And I won't stick around if you don't. Last warning. Got it?


*Perhaps, although who knows how warm your welcome will be after you left all those spawn to rot in the cells...*


This pin resembles a harp. I'm sure I've seen this symbol before...


It's done, Shadowheart.


Forthwith.


*This mind-flayer pod is not only empty, it looks abandoned.*


Finally. I can <i>think</i> again.


Resarcio!


Best act fast.


Voco arvina!<br>v3


Alfira was no harm to anyone. You know that. She deserved to live.


...Yes. Yes. I hear. Go then. Make. Happy?


Silks from Cormyr, it says. Empty, though.<br>


Have no fear, I am coming.


Didn't take you for a percussionist.


For the best. Death is too good for it.


Magis amica veritas!


Damn this fog.


Curious. Last time I saw that ship, it was docked at Moonrise Towers. <br>


Stuck? That's not good.


Perhaps I shouldn't put it to the test, but compared to everyone else, I feel fine. Better than fine.


Augh, this tastes like mouldy belbuck!


Hells. What's happening? What have you -


*You feel a tremble rising from the floor, growing stronger...*


Nothing. There must be another trigger.


You still have the look of a pale and puny child to me, Astarion. And you had best mind your appetite, lest Boo take to some night-time nibbling of his own.


And what if it doesn't work?


I see no weapon by her body. What possible threat could she have posed?


Spurious prune-tart.


Never visited before? I thought you got around.


<i>Ch'k'l ghaik Vlaakith m' zath'ak!</i>


*No. No, you doubt they'll want to do you any favours.*


I'd say the swamp is a breath of fresh air compared to the hag, but... not really.


A rogue True Soul, flaunting it under your nose all this time. And you <i>ran </i>from him.


I'm maiming as fast as I can!


Unnoticed. Good.


Shout


Father Lorgan instructed us to welcome everyone. That was his edict - that is <i>Ilmater's</i> edict.


Mystic Carrion is truly banished. He will not trouble this plane again.


Te occludo oculos!


Poor Scratch. I hope he is at peace.


Maledicte es!


I wouldn't have it any other way.


Right? He went through three bottles before I told him to stop.<i></i>


<i>Quulos! Quuthos!</i>


*Surrendering today means you're free to steal more tomorrow. A fair trade, in your opinion.*


Oh I like that answer. Yes, let's go with that.


<i>Careful</i>!


Gods, it's horrifying... and a touch fascinating.


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


That skull is massive! A ghargatula, maybe. Horrendous beasts, as tall as they are  ferocious.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Hope this ends well.<br>


Another stopgap, then. He deserves better than this.


What - what are you doing? Kids, run! GO!


Even fire is swallowed in this darkness.


... the bigger they act, the bigger the whack?


((*the guardian gate is open already. but perhaps there is still some reward to claim*))


Hm. I redecorate, I think. This place could do with some Zhentarim banners. Then we prepare.


Well, <i>lookie here</i>. Seems like you know your way around the course.


I haven't set foot in a graveyard since I became a spawn, thank you. Vampires are nothing like those other undead.


*You feel a tug of recognition - Minsc's unwitting mind, mingled tides of anger, grief, confusion. Friends and enemies, melding beyond recognition.*


Today, you fall!


And instead you have chosen to sever yourself from the legacy of blood that was your inheritance.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


I wonder what that did...


This wine... It's poison. Some sort of paralytic agent.


Recovered <br>V4


No... No, I don't think that's it.


Talk to the other one. I'm just paid to stand glower. And not very well, at that.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Don't look at me! I'm - I'm dancing! I love to dance! One, two, three; one, two, three.


I'll be there soon, my lady.


Strange question. You have to tell the truth. But you can't, really. Nor I. You're just like me. And everyone we know.


Hm. Next time's the charm?


*Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.*


You show me this corpse, I see meat. Well-butchered, to be sure, but meat nonetheless.


AgreeOpen<br>var 2


Astarion would hate this, but I'm so fucking proud of him.


Oh - oh dear. Poor thing. Murdered to death!


The platform's already here.


*Shroud yourself in blackest night.*


My tadpole's squirming like it's excited... or scared.


What's happening?!


Like moons make swell and wane the nescient seas, so too the sky-strewn gods ordain the tidal fates of mortal days.


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


Damn. That shade knocked me right back to the start.


The curse is too strong - my torch won't stay lit.


Looks like that dragon destroyed the road.


Effort v9


Treme!


Animating spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


Then banish me. When the coming army marches, there will be none to protect you.


I can't believe this. You <i>knew </i>what this meant to me. Or you should have, anyway.


Shapeshifters? As if life's threads weren't knotted enough.


<i>(Pssht. I already told you - it is locked in our vault. And with good reason - imagine if a tome so dangerous were sold to someone with such poor comprehension...)</i>


Still pokin' around?


Flowers blooming in shadow. This is the sign Halsin mentioned.


Gods... We made it! We actually <i>made it</i>!


Let's see how tough you are after a taste of <i>real</i> warfare.


BreathRecovery<br>var 2


Now, now, petal - you know you shouldn't be here. Vanra is still cooking in my tum-tum.


I think we should start seeing other people. There.


If we work together, we may turn this around.


Oh please, how many lives have you taken? Dozens? I must have brought Cazador a thousand souls.


Don't let this happen again.


Frange! v3


I feel your mind evolving, Karlach... it is beautiful. You are more alive than ever.


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


I sense something in you, assassin. Something your Dark Lady fears.


This should work.


I know what to do.


Do you intend to vocalise <i>every</i> thought? Or just the most obvious ones?


*You're reminded of the Banite's submersible. Could they be connected?*


They got him, honey. They got the bastard that did this to you.


I am not the same as those thou hast slain, if that is what thou askest.


Fronti nulla fides!


The Wandering Eye, the jewel of Balduran's fleet! So named because -<br>


Go on, Gale - see what Mystra has to say for herself. She was never deserving of your worship, anyway.


He was attacked in the cellar. He had a private altar down there - used to like the solitude.


They cut off his hand. Sawed through flesh and bone.


There is no conviction in your voice. What are you? A deserter? A traitor?


That doesn't look comfortable.


There is only one god fit to be bowed to in this place. The last god who will ever be knelt before... then all of this will tear itself apart -


Non movere!<br>v2


Last Light Inn... sanctuary from darkness... stronghold...


I know what you're doing, and there's little point.


We'll patch you up.


Such a terrible place. I should leave.


I've never seen anything like it.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Let's go before they realise we're out of our pods.


The Stone Lord - you are with him...? If you could keep him from cracking any more of my guard's skulls, I would be most obliged.


I will tell the citizens and the patriars of your good works. They will know you carry your father's banner.


Most of the things you say still sound like you're in a two-copper paperback read by little girls.


Astarion. I'll never forget him.


Impero te!<br>v2


Dying


The nymph's got a sweet tongue and a figure to match, eh?


Keep your distance. We don't want more trouble than we can handle.


Let me out!


Well, if this is good enough for a buccaneer, it's good enough for me!


So much blood... what the hells has been happening here?


Yes, not exactly subtle about it are you? A sanguine companion in every sense of the word.


Cazador won after all. I'll never escape the hell he built.


No, saer, I can't do it. Business is business, even - no, <i>expecially</i> - in wartime.


A secret lair in the undercity ruins. What was Carrion doing there?


Tha's wot I said! Too sozzled for slicin' folks.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 1


A Moonlantern - it must be. And we must take it. Githyanki perish in bloodbaths, not dreary curses.


They're not attacking. Seems they think we're allies.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


No more roof. Time to get down from here.


Voco araneae!<br>v3


Appreciate it.


And what is it that <i>you </i>want?


Farewell, Elminster. I'm glad she chose you.


You little shit - you didn't tell me it was Netherese. I'm not touching that.


A devil is as he does. Promises, poetry, a story musty as must.


Consider it the price for your purification.


And every death a prayer.


*Easy indeed, for some to leave. But others - <i>you</i> - have one more threshold to cross.*


Oh, sure. In fact, we fished her out of the water.


Ut ventus!<br>v3


Neither lifted a finger to help me look - it was awful.


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


Righting the balance.


Since you spared me that fate, she will come for you.


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


Better lend a hand.


Oh, I want to live. Just not in a world with you in it.


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


Lord Gortash.


A moment.


Oh - can we kill them? Please? Pretty please?


Ketheric's undead legions carve paths through the foliage when they pass. It grows back stronger though.


<i>We can't stem this tide of enemies. We must get to the brain!</i>


A cave beneath the tavern. I wonder how deep it runs...


Hold it still - I'll tie it up.


Don't care! Please leave!


You know, I've had nothing but trouble all day. I've been accosted, chased, <i>insulted</i>.


Impero mortuos!


I'm coming for you!


Join us, captain. Your service is welcome.


Better be careful - those webs carry vibrations.


Prime spot for an ambush.


Too much dust to be a new outpost. I wonder why my brethren abandoned this place.


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


Do you hear this tripe? Our lives are at stake, and she wants us to turn on each other.


Corpora sana!


Ale me!<br>v2


It's just a waste of a perfectly good cult that we could be controlling.


That is one big-arse devil skull. The genuine article - from a ghargatula skull, I think.


Uh-huh. Like I've never used that one before.


These little markings look like goblins and gnolls - right in our path.


Perhaps you should study the druidic arts - with wildshape, you could make yourself as diminutive as you please. Smaller than Boo, even.


Here, form a line. Let's see if the Absolute's little pet recognises any of you.


<i>I call for the City Watch!</i>


The brain... it's inside my head... sapping my thoughts...


I can't stand Harpers, as a rule, but Jaheira's the exception. She's only really half a Harper at most.


Poor little bug. You deserved better than you got.


Curious, seeing a book of Selûne and not wanting to immediately rip it up...


DisagreeClosed<br>var 2


<i>You saved the aasimar Nightsong from her soul cage.</i>


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Sounds ominous.


With Halsin's return, you can feel the change in the air.


Limp-witted slick-licker.


The crown's markings suggest it was forged in Netheril, an ancient empire whose mastery over magic rivalled that of the gods.


<i>The Netherstones, you have them. </i>


A flame cannot burn without fuel, and Lady Shar's church would not thrive if everyone was happy and content. We are nothing but a dark mirror, held up to show society's failings.


I know those githyanki weren't your kin per se, but I hope you know it gives me no pleasure that our actions condemned them to such a fate.


*Shar worshippers value traits like stealth, martial prowess, and navigating their goddess' darkness. The trials may test such skills.*


<i>Happy biiiiiirthdaaaaay toooooooo yoooooooou!!!</i>


The cleric from the inn is with us, thanks to you. Even <i>Selûne </i>cannot resist our Absolute.


Where are the others? I'm calling for backup!


Clustered fires and tents. An army has gathered - best keep my distance.


Mors certa!<br>v2


*He stands with you, against the onslaught. Somehow, you know you share much with this boy. Pain. Joy. Friendship.*


<i>What have you done? The spear, foolish child - you don't have the spear!</i>


Druids. And they ain't the friendly type. The only one of 'em worth a damn was the leader, and he ain't here anymore.


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


Teddies! Yay.<br>


Into position.<br>


Once more unto battle. Once more to save Baldur's Gate.


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 3


The disc's on the move. Why walk, when you can ride?


Thou hast angered thy goddess, yet spared the child of another. A curious turn.


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


Sob<br>var 2


Leave him be - we have to keep running.


Say - is that Gale's tressym? I wonder what it's doing out here.


Dying Burning<br>v3


A higher purpose. A greater calling.


Wh - I - please, I am wounded. Overcome. I can hardly remember my own <i>name.</i>


Risus abundat!<br>v2


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


GruntAngry<br>var 1


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Hah. It's kind of cute.


Well chosen. An accursed advantage - but an advantage all the same.


EffortMouthOpen
var 4


A scrying eye - someone's watching through it. Better be careful.


That's no ordinary cowl. Something you have your eye on?


I'm happy to have more powerful friends, but... well, better you than me.


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


*The monks may be gone now, but their work endures. The Morninglord's light is still present in this image, and it feels like hope.*


Everything is going to be all right - I promise.


Footprints. <i>Tiny</i> footprints, leading right to that cave.


Let's see what I can learn.


Have you back on your feet soon.


You may be what's been missing from my life.


Hamster...? But - look, I <i>can't</i>. The losses -


I can't forge a weapon without starting a fire.


<i>Were it so easy. For now, we can only press forward.</i>


But maybe this isn't so bad. Perhaps it could even work to our advantage.


Power structures in city... weaknesses... who he needed to control...


Inveniam viam!


You need a pick-me-up.


<i>Drugh</i> that. I'm still drinkin'!


Quick step.


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


Come to me. I want you.


Magic! It... it doesn't work! How will I leave this place?


You could turn at any moment. I will not let a <i>ghaik</i> abomination endanger my kin.


*The 'moonrise' must be your Lady's wretched sister, Selûne.*


The cradle of eternity.


Maybe I shouldn't knock what I haven't tried.


Malleus! v3


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


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


I don't know if you heard, but some of the Ironhand Gnomes - my friend Wulbren among them - have been taken prisoner in Moonrise Towers.


I gave you my trust too easily, but with the same ease I swear I'll strike you down.


A scrying eye. At least this one won't be telling anyone what I've been up to.


This orthon isn't just a killer. He's an artist, too.


Here, take this. It'll stop the poison, but I can't do anything for that wriggler in your head.


Let's get you open.


A brilliant choice.


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


*Orin's smile was the last thing you saw, her bright blade glinting as she chiselled into your skull. Her reckless digging left your mind shattered.*


Made into a mouthpiece by the elder brain itself. The merest taste of its manipulations, I fear.


Now, now - I've few chances to speak to such an unusual sort. What say you?


Witness the birth of the Vampire Ascendant! <i>Ecce dominus!</i>


Quiet, lest I miss its cries for mercy.


This should help.


These little markings look like goblins and gnolls - right in our path.


Cheese from the Dalelands. Or what's left of it.


Tell you what, you ever come by my way? You've a seat at my dinner table.


Come on, open up.


...but if you come through that door, you're getting a knife in the guts.


Te curo!<br>v3


Whoever they were, their equipment's no use to them now.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


This is ridiculous. I get all the blame for a gory murder, but none of the satisfaction of actually killing someone.


We was engaged - secretly - but now it seems she's to marry Derque Rillyn. I tried to see Hen, but papa had other ideas.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


If only Florrick - oh hells, Florrick!


Gond spare us all.


*Volo has fallen into the goblins' clutches again, and appears to be chronicling your misdeeds.*


It's small but quick on its claws!


Peri!


*You know this market: The Wide, where Baldur's Gate's citizens and visitors gather to conduct trade and wax political.*


Non movere!<br>v2


Hang in there, dearest.


As you should be.


A temple map - seems there's a series of tunnels beneath. What's this name here - 'Father Lorgan'?


Don't fancy getting my hands dirty. I need a shovel.


I did, Mother.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Heh. That's I like to hear. You're worth ten of my crew.


Nulla salus!


You festering bubo!


Malleus! v3


He - he murdered me. Murdered my friends. Snatched us up right from the dockside and - and made us these <i>things</i>.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


Never thought things would end up this way.


Caedo!


Sing the saucy one about the bugbear and the ogre!


The way is clear.


This blade's wicked look matches its deeds - poor Father Lorgan.


Holy hells - will you look at <i>that</i>?


Not a chance I'll fit in there.


If the bards are right, then I've already done my share of deeds. But I can assure you, the work only ever feels half-finished at best.


*The owlbear coos softly. He doesn't understand - but he trusts you.*


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


He and the adventurers were headed to the ruined temple in the west.


And if I can seize that almighty power for myself? Well, all the better.


Attack Critical<br>var3


A Selûnite shrine over there. Left to rot by the looks of it - good.


You're supposed to be searching these ruins, little rabbit. Given up already?


*You may want to move on, but the witness doesn't. The guards are on their way.*


CoughIll
var 4


You're missing your motley, jester. We softened our defences to lure that bastard in. Nine-Fingers wants the Stone Lord dead.


No hesitation.


You're writing a what? A ballad?


I should've closed my eyes.


Coming.


That should work.<br>


You! You poisoned us!


Vincere est vivere!


Cleanse the temple of Orin's girlish shrines and bring your primal slaughter back to Bhaal.


You're alive! Did you get the idol? Is that why they went crazy?


Watch it!


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


The few of us that survived came here looking for revenge. But what do we find instead?


Perhaps. But would that damage the tome itself?


Recovered <br>V4


... aren't you with that other lot? Down at the bridge? The ones with the <i>dragon?</i>


Give a <i>Light</i> spell a try. That should get us into that chest.


*The wolf focuses on you, calmed in your presence.*


Effort v4


Ah - I forgot you're a blow-in. A few days hence, this grove will be completely concealed by thorny vines.


A quaint little house in a quiet locale. Was that too much to ask?


I knew you'd try and stick your beak in, Harper. You can't help yourself.


But I can respect someone who gets down to business.


Stuck from this side - I should look around.


Yet I'd clock you as one of her bruisers a mile off. You want me to believe you reek of Avernus by, what, coincidence?


A sovereign with no subjects. Glut won't be mourned.


Seems we don't need a combination for the door after all.


*The lingering traces of your battle-intuitions are there. But the sly Urge within calls you to use them for <i>harm</i>.*


The question is - where is the rest of him?


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


I... I don't think I can move my arm.


As long as Orpheus is bound, we're helpless. We have to assimilate him...


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


Could mean anything.


Nothing your kind is capable of understanding.


You are a wizard, are you not? And you mean to say you will let <i>your</i> brain be bested by <i>this </i>one?


The same flower motif as on that key from the flophouse...


The sound of your heart - <i>your </i>heart - beats a steady rhythm: Hello, hello, hello.


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


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


Argh, that's hot!


With his old master dead and our children at rest, we will pursue him no more.


Isobel - now's your chance!


Not now, perhaps.


Maledicte es!<br>v2


With Ketheric felled, Orin proves treacherous. She craves the Netherstones for her own, desperate to impress Bhaal.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Oak Father, guide my illicit hand.


A-all right, fine. Take it - take... Wait. It's... it's gone!


Et alibi!<br>v2


Quiet.


Harpers - you heard the woman. TO ARMS!


Since we are both dependent on your ability to survive that, you would do well to remember that without me, you would become a mind flayer.


Someone help me! Kanon's dying!


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


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


Rath - lock her up. She remains here until the rite is complete.


Out of my head - the Queen has spoken!


*The answer lies in darkness.*


Dodge


Hells - seems that book on flumphs was not all it appeared to be.


You will <i>listen. </i>You will understand what you have cost me.


Gomwick was his handler, not his owner.


Treme!


Thank you for saving my home.


If the master is dead, then for whom do I clean? For whom do I scour and polish?


Feel like we're being watched...


...Huh. Absolute's teachings say that anyone who doesn't bow to Her is the enemy.


'West - Baldur's Gate. East - Elturel.'


You can't.


Reconsider, challenger.


But I do now. Being with you is about more than lust or manipulating you into a tactical alliance.


WILL THE WHEEL OF WONDERS DUB YOU WORTHY? COME - SEE!


Mithral added. But something is still missing...


It's gone. I felt so strong - where did that come from?


Missing - 'Zola'. 'Rascal'. Why do those names sounds familiar? Tsk, the blood-stained collars.


Better talk.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


I've seen spined devils tear apart cattle with more care. This doesn't look like a vampire's work...


Attack<br>var 2


*Murder is forbidden. Unless you're a guard, in which case it's called meting out justice. You're about to pay for your crimes.*


We know that all too well, sir. But... the Absolute sent us here.


Blessed are you to be the first I shall consume when I become the Vampire Ascendant.


Malleus! v3


Argh! I've got enough to worry about without your screams giving my position away.


*You call out, but there is no answer. The staff operate the dumbwaiter at night.*


All right, how did I miss that <i>that </i>guy was a vampire? Blinded by good hair, and not for the last time.


Instead, I've been beset by incompetence, treachery, and now <i>this</i>. The Absolute's business remains unfinished.


That's what they called me - at least, 'til I grew these pesky horns.


They will keep. Let us first retire to a more restful place. Your camp will do.


Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.


A nautiloid? Could it be?


Karlach, I'm so sorry.


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


The Ebonlake. I wouldn't go sticking your hand in.


Yes... me as well. Besides the occasional mental exchange, it's almost as if we're not infected.


You surpassed those daydreams in every way.


I do hope you'll do as Master Lorroakan says. He's quite a brilliant man.


Limbs... locked up... then hand... cut off...


An earthquake, perhaps - strong enough to rouse the dead, too.


Ominous. A thorn can become a blade easily enough.


You're not mistaken. Ravengard is - an important figure to the city. Should he die...


Bloody potion!


Some of our war dead, from so long ago. Buried in haste when we had to flee the curse.


Anyone with a <i>ghaik</i> infection should be obliterated at once.


All I can say for sure is they all went to the old temple of Selûne and Master Halsin didn't make it back.


What am I going to do?


W'wargaz - see that my orders are followed. If not -


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


Ah ah ah - you can find your own bleedin' grave after you've paid the fee.


True Soul? Absolute? What did they mean?


You've employed some skilled servants, my Liege! You murdered me <i>very </i>well! I cannot wait to see you unleash your minions upon the tower.


I make it to my mother's recipe. It packs quite a wallop. As does she.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


The Nightsong is dead. Permanently.


Went west... others followed... couldn't help 'emselves...


So, no deal with Raphael. I wouldn't want to give him the satisfaction, anyway.


Cave circulum!<br>v2


Ah, the adventurer returns. Care to purchase a bespoke Stoney and Boney creation?


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


I hoped to save Thaniel, as he saved me. But it was all for nothing.


Our trader can show you some of our more exotic items, now - but don't delay. This place is likely to be rubble soon.


Silvanus protect us.


Good - with great effort, great reward. Or so I hope.


Stay out of my head!


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


Strange place for a button. Especially one that doesn't work.


You scrag!


Hostium munera!<br>v3


We will execute the Rite of Thorns, and you will give no more complaint. In fact...


Victory eludes us, my love. But let us press on - the stones may have failed us, but this is not over while we still draw breath.


Empty - one of ours.


<i>Kherek-nor!</i>


You can do this. Get up - <i>get up</i>!


My energy's draining. The darkness is taking its toll.


Without delay.


Only Bhaal's faithful could've properly savoured a kill such as Lady Orin. What a <i>waste</i>.


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


Flowers? How are they growing here, of all places?


The memory shard answers to the pass-phrase '<i>Dhourn, Lord Archmage</i>'.


You serve your queen well, child. Hunt those who escaped the <i>ghaik</i> ship. Find the weapon.


Ugh - he's about to belch!


Go on, mate. Enjoy the festivities. You earned it!


The water's as tainted as the tadpole in my skull.


The platform's already here.


Keldorn Firecam! He spoke much of honour and faith, but he fought like a berserker when it counted.


*You feel the Emperor's fear as if it were your own. An elder brain enslaved is one thing, an elder brain unleashed will be the end of everything.*


Laughter


'Easy money.' Yeah right.


Blood follows me everywhere.


Because you won, right?


I am no half-blooded drake. Alive, I was a <i>dragon</i> of pure cerulean chrome. But oft the need arose to disguise myself thus.


Best be on my way.<br>


*A friend of daggers all your skills match those of a hot-blooded killer.*


Curious. I could never quite tell if she was proud of them or not.


That's it! We have to use the Netherstones on the Crown - it's the only hope we have.


*Without an infected companion at your side, you cannot pass among the cult undetected.*


Whoever did it left quite some claw marks. Maybe the missing druid?


Probably. Oh, unless...


What in the Hells? That's Mizora in that pod...


I think... I think this is it.


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


I know what to do.


He's given me a place of honour, so he can repeat his miracle. And a name:


Stand down. They have my permission to proceed.


If the Absolute wants 'em dead, we'll <i>massacre</i> 'em!


You -... you're incredible. You deserve something real. I want us to be something real.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Demento te!<br>v3


Orin and I can wait for you no longer. The plan proceeds - we're going to the city, and we expect you to follow - army and the weapon in tow.


The hells is the Captain? Why didn't she stop them freaks?


A map to the crèche - as if I'd forgotten my duty.


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


Eh? Ain't nothin' wrong with me. You're the one who's sick in the head.


Hope your soul is in good hands.


Sure, why not?


In years to come, you will boast of this meeting - I can assure you. May we meet again in Baldur's Gate, my friend.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 5


What will become of Minthara, I wonder.


Still rolling in the muck, I see.


No hesitation.


Step carefully while here. Our hatchery is protected by lethal safeguards. I do not wish to pick your remains from them.


I'll be at your back in our next fight. Remember that.


Leave Aylin to her sorrow. Likely the wizard only reminds of her of all the other fools, past and present, who have sought to use her.<br>


What is it?


Wait. Did that just transform?


He's been alerted. I won't leave my post.


The missing part of him must be near there. We need to search that area.


But - erm. I'm. I don't know where to go.


... do... Zariel's... will...


Pay your respects as you pass, then - and do NOT come BACK.


A hag's staff is a powerful weapon. Gale would approve.