Right. Here's one. Who's pocket would you rather pick - a druid's, or a cleric's?


Here's what I got.


I - I refuse. There has to be a better way -


A beautiful spear. I wonder if it's the same one Shadowheart needed.


Recovered


There is a guardian to take care of, of course. But all we need is a... 'hot hammer'?


Shhh. Try not to break his concentration. Again.


Hard to explain it any other way. Then again, I guess they just want to feel safe, by any means necessary.


Bet I can crack that open.


Yes, of course.


There's something underneath here...


Wait for Baldur's Gate, love. The coin you'll make shining shoes and scrubbing chamber pots - you won't know yourself.


*Your assault has caused panic. You may soon face greater odds than you had bargained for.*


Closed Mouth Effort v8


I can't believe Wyll's given up his soul to Zariel. For a father he fell out with ages ago. There's such a thing as being too good. Someone ought to tell Wyll Ravengard.


A slate marked with <i>tir'su</i>. Another Orpheus story, perhaps?


*Ketheric Thorm, the Absolute's Chosen. Even in these depths, he has left his vicious mark.*


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


<i>Kith'rak</i> Therezzyn shares your concerns. You should seek her within.


*Whatever contents were inside, they've been utterly destroyed.*


*The second drink hits you even harder. Nausea overwhelms you and it takes dire effort not to throw up all over the floor.*


Ira et dolor!


Communal sleeping. I presume the githyanki don't value privacy.


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


It might not last. They looked up to Zevlor too - until he left them for dead. Guess he got what was coming to him.


<i>Dame Aylin. Your light must shatter this darkness.</i>


Seems I'm out-voted. <i>See</i>, mother - that is how you go about talking things through with your family.


The <i>Brilliant Retort </i>will aid you. Thus, I will make it.


If my breath couldn't kill people already, it certainly can now.


The minute I set foot back in Avernus, Zariel will force me back into service. I'm not doing her bidding again. I'd rather die.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Time for some bloody work.


Ethel, can I please...


Heh. 'Pleasure dome'.


Dying Freezing to Death


Swallow your battle cries, fiend - and wash them down with steel!


How long have you been pacted to Mizora, Wyll?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Looks like a shrine to Selûne over there.<br>


Kill! Kill! Kill again!


The circus is... gone? HAHAHA! THEIR BEST TRICK YET!


I made a pact for great power - only to end up here. With you.


Fronti nulla fides!


Ho! We'll do more than that, my friend.


Pigeon blood. Grim.


A fine blade - if it were not still dripping with Father Lorgan's blood.


But you have my people's thanks - when it is time for you to face those trials, we will stand with you.


Mundus vult decipi!


<i>That was most of them - time to press on. </i>


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 3


You serious? We don't stand a chance!


Oh spare me the sad eyes, girl!  Not every daily deed is worthy of song! Certainly none I can play.


Got a little time?


Our greed reduced Crèche Y'llek to rubble. Vlaakith, absolve my sin or skewer my heart. In each, you might make me worthy!


Canto te!


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


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


Stronger than a Steel Watcher. Guaranteed!


This gear's rusted to bits. Couldn't use it to fight off a flumph.


Experiment... gone wrong... not my fault.


Is this it? Seems a little underwhelming for a holy relic.


Stay awake, just - just stay awake.


Feeling hungry? I'm decidedly not.


The Flaming Fist can be bought, the Harpers are scattered, and the Parliament of Peers... well, they're just generally too inbred to be useful.


Just kill us and be done with it.


<i>Ngh</i>. It's getting stronger.


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


I'd hate for him to miss the fun.


An impressive set of bones. Pity to see it abandoned.


Locked from the inside.


<i>What a brilliant experience. To feel one step closer to my ancestors is a fine gift indeed.</i>


I know this bovy boy.


... I could see... a person's fate... <i>horrible.</i>


Not for the greater good, you understand. Just for the entertainment.


How fares your investigation?


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


Another gem. There must be one for each trial.


Makeshift Selûnite graves. They must have fallen in the fight against the Sharrans, all that time ago.


Karlach needs time. Space.


Stay back, or else!


Oh, right. Nah, I don't <i>read </i>any of the gazette. I like the pictures, me.


<i>Tch. </i>Control over the ship. Or do you wish to die here?


No questions? All right.


We are bound, then, to travel together, even if we do not yet agree on our ultimate purpose.


<i>You would not survive the outcome. The tadpole must be completely crushed, and your skull along with it.</i>


I already did. If through the dark you go creeping and awake what is sleeping...


<i>They're going to call for help! Stop them!</i>


The stairs, the floor, awake, asleep - everywhere.


Attack Critical<br>


Clustered fires and tents - the Absolute's army is camped here. Better not press my luck.


Are those... voices?


Whatever modicum of reason lurked in that warped mind of hers led her to spare me, rather than skewering my corpse over her temple door.


Half-devil, hon - and I'm no dream. But if I were, I'd be the baddest.


I see you've been using the powers the tadpole gives you - good.


Hm, just thought of something.


There's an illithid parasite in that corpse. You should take a look.


I hear shouting up ahead.


Fading fast.<br>


Their sight works best in darkness - stay with light, if you can.


Just a moment.


The hammer can't do much without a little heat to move things along. The lava.<br>


This is supposed to be the greatest festhall under the city - so where's all that bloody fun?


You testing me? All right.


M'ul t'ha m'esc.


Hold on. That's the lass who saved us from the gnolls. Let her in.


Working with the Counsellor to find their wayward Grand Duke Ravengard. He's been taken to Moonrise Towers.


The Absolute's plan hasn't changed - not a jot. We hold the line.


Para bellum!


Barbarian Roar<br>v4


Ugh.


Shit.


<b>OFFERING!</b>


Cutting to the chase.


Are you satisfied? We need to <i>go</i>.


Ouch.


... Underdark... Menzoberranzan...


Enough of this.


Attack<br>var 3


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


This can't be activated here. I'd better look around.


Hope he's happy to see us.


Very funny. If that joke wasn't older than I am, I'd laugh.


Some sort of chapel or sepulchre... but dedicated to whom?


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 3


We cannot win. We must aid in building these <i>vargh'kron</i>.


Done.


From my guts she would've come - my blood, my <i>bile.</i> It would have been glorious.


The Absolute should be demanding I take your head for insolence like that, but I can't hear Her voice.


Not charity, mind - we can pay. We're Ironhand clan, best artificers in Baldur's Gate.


Thank you for your encouragement. I needed it. And have done since the day we met.


Can't you just heal yourself?


Hells, what now? The whole blasted ground's shaking!


An adamantine forge is very much a treasure, and any good treasure is protected by a guardian. Looks like we can defeat it with a so-called 'hot hammer'.


Recovered <br>V4


*Chambers of Penance.*


That must have hurt.


You're here. Just like it told me.


So often the Wavemother pays the price for the sins of men.


You will make a fine offering to the Lord of Murder - his own blood, returned to him, freed of its ungrateful flesh.


Never.


Tu es nihil!


*You are destined to be at Lady Shar's right hand, while others lose her favour.*


Steel Watcher - forward!


Punge!


Ouch! You don't need to mock me when I'm feeling low.


Fall by my hand!


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


Prime spot for an ambush.


A portal to Mephistar. Coldest of the hells.


Falling


Another mimic. Damnable things.


Yeah, we didn't have these big metal bastards running the streets back in my day.


<i>That longing brought me to Moonrise Towers on a search for treasure. To a colony of mind flayers who caught me, changed me into what I am now. </i>


Wounds begone.


Do you?


Please.


Right G'r'ath. My life is infinitely better here, watching this back door.


You'll have to speak slowly. I'm finding quite difficult to concentrate with my condition gnawing at my insides like a teething displacer kitten.


This disguise... I remember it. We all had to wear it, for training. Horrible, itchy thing.


Minthara... back at camp...


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


Weapons. And time has taken their edge, it seems.


Show me.


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


You will call me <i>Jhe'stil Kith'rak</i>.


*We offer our pain to the Lady of Loss, that she may truly know her faithful.*


A simple enough matter to rectify with the Torch of Revocation I gave you.


And when you do, remember grandfather Sarevok. Remember how he helped you. Return to visit him, and tell the blood-drenched tale of your victory.


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


That seems to be Kagha's tree. And the Shadow Druids' mark.


It is.


A violent heart - how appropriate. You shall be true to yourself, in your final moments.<br>


The Flaming Fist bow to <i>no one.</i>


He's nothing to me. He left me here, all this time. I had to do everything for myself!


Mind flayers reproduce by infecting someone with their parasite. Seven gruesome days later, the victim transforms and a new mind flayer is born.


I think Master Meztli was keen for us to try his wine. Speak with him if you wish to join us.


Not drunk enough to listen to your prattle.


But gold ain't any use if you're too cold to spend it.


Strange marking. What's it mean?


At least in the Blood War we know our adversaries.


Blessings of the Moonmaiden. Praise her.


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


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


I'm glad you still think we have the luxury of being picky. Let's just hope another option presents itself...


Minsc puts on quite a show of brawn. Even if there's no brain worth mentioning.


So much for our detour.


What? Why?


Stealing toys from children? You're <i>so</i> brave.


And I will rip apart your own flesh if you refuse me and find a way to let Orpheus go free.


Yes, I trust them. Whatever you have to say, say it.


<i>I shall look forward to sharing his downfall with you.</i>


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


Now, are we done here?


I am truly bored of that phrase.


Tell Laridda I'm dead. It's the best way.


<i>Bring me your leader.</i>


Even in my youth, I was not quite so slight as <i>this</i>.


Lord Bhaal's Chosen. You must think yourself mighty for it.


Duergar who mentioned it sounded truly traumatised. It was almost amusing.


Thou roach-mocked jester.


These melodies...


It's like an abattoir in here.


She's not of this world. I'd be surprised if our interests remained aligned.


And what good is that going to do us?


You've been reading too many picture books.


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


Florrick? What have they done to you?


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


Be ready - if any cultists show up, this will get bloody.


A waste of... you have interesting priorities.


Then it looks like we're both starved for answers.


Perure!


Pulchrior!


Oh darling - you've been hurt too? Shame what this city's come to.


Lady Orin asked us to test you, but I think you'll fail. What say you, little lamb?


Here's to us!


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


There is no freedom. They will use me to bind the world in chains...


GaspSurprised<br>var 1


You can clearly handle yourself in a fight. And we, well, we're not exactly warriors.


Resisto mortem!


Better than kicking it down.<br>


*Repairs and alterations available. Note - clothing from Facemaker Fashion is not accepted. I don't have time for hopeless garments.*


Cough_Ill<br>Var 3


What - FISTS! TO ME!


Only mild offence intended, of course. You did the unthinkable - and I'm grateful for it.


Poorly chosen, mine cousin. The correct answer was 'a shadow'.


*The goblin slinks backwards, afraid to take his eyes off you.*


I've been to fouler fest-halls than this. And you have the stage presence of a Volothamp Geddarm.


There is a flower symbol upon that flophouse. The key must originate from there.


Did Cal say anything? Before he... died?


The dark's strong here - this torch is useless.


AgreeClosed<br>var 1


Damn, that burns.


Bloody better not be coming out of my wages.


I am not 'people'. Though many would question how wise it is to approach a stranger in the dark. Be on your way.


Someone's in trouble... sounds like coin to me.


Make haste to the helm.


*Here rests Darla Crivens, taken along with her family on the same grim night. May their deaths be avenged.


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


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


'Mini-Lae'zel' wasn't so sheltered. On Crèche K'liir, very little is hidden behind doors.


Quiet, please - I'm trying to decide if shelling out for one of these things is worth it.


Not a problem.


A pity for us both you have promised yourself to another.


But I've never known this. I feel no no heat, no cold; I bear neither fangs not talon. There is only... absence.


Clausus!


No opening this with that lock still on it.


The git didn't wanna work with us. Tried t' keep the whereabouts of 'is gang a secret.


Now, where'd he go?


You won't be waiting long.


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


Plue!


*The scrying eye seems oblivious to you.*


Recovered <br>V2


A scrying eye. Best to keep out of that little snitch's view.


... b-but it worked, I suppose. I'm free.


Killing children makes for a strange kind of mercy. Although given what they'd become...


At least it won't suffer anymore.


And he is not alone. Two armchairs hath his library now - one for him, one for his darling husband.


Let us see...


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Still a lost cause, mind - but if you can't live smart, you may as well die right.


I'll be on my way, then. There are a few places in the city I'd like to visit. I might've sussed some interesting items I'd rather like to get my paws upon.


This is it - keep the enemy away until the brain is completely subdued!


Listen!


May the gods take you first.


We've taken the tower. No doubt its master waits to greet us above.


Might find something useful.


Do not move, child. We don't want to cause anything permanent, now do we?


*There is nothing left to do, but write yourself anew.*


What's that? I didn't quite catch the words, but the insolent tone was clear enough.


<i>But since you insist on thwarting my craft, let us be blunt. </i>


Mr Dekarios, if you have to ask, there's no hope for you at all.


Leave me. We have nothing more to discuss, Sharran.


Voco murus!<br>v3


Shout


Awww!


Take the lantern off the corpse. I doubt it will mind.


Attack<br>var 2


Rolan - bring the fire. NOW!


Only because you've been so good, sweet girl.


I assure you. He does <i>not. </i>You're right to be nervous - but let us pass, and all will be well.


What in the hells? You're a vampire!


... I can't bear to think of it.


Caedo!


Eyes off the barkeep, new blood. He and I, we're a thing. Were a thing. Will <i>be</i> a thing again.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Use your voice... always...


One taste, one indulgence - but the delicious agony remains. A pity for you the one taste is all I'll give.


Big Gortash fans.


Sorry, stranger, for getting maudlin about the forest before. I'm not at my best.


I'm not imagining it, am I? These rats' grasp of language seems to be improving.


Of course. Set your worries at ease - you're in safe hands.


Aye, and more than half the others with him.


Indeed. And now we know that he was not acting alone.


This orb... Gale carries a most dire burden. I wish he had shared it with us sooner.


Effort v11


Must lug my guts through this Hell.


I want my house, and my cat, and my wife. I want this all to go away.


Oak Father, let me go unnoticed.


And now I'm giving you the power to become as a god - a ruler of the realm.


Woe betide the victim of my blow...


Victory v2


I must face the villain, nose-to-nose and sword-to-sword. I hope I can count on your aid in the fight to come.


The Dark Lady's presence - she is here!


When I saw an opportunity to get away, I took it. I'm finally home - or near it, anyway.


And yet another. Hardly the warmest of welcomes.<br>


All will be mended.


A house of healing, for all the good it does anyone now.


Well hello.


No traps, please.


Brother... my big brothers...


Kiai<br>Var 3


Not as long as we can put up a fight, we're not.


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


*It will not be without sadness that you depart your friends, but at least they will be safe.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


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


Venenum!


Quickly.


Did it look like a tadpole? But from your worst nightmare? All slime, teeth, and tentacles?


Vita excolatur!


I can just walk into homes now?


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


*Interfering with a corpse is frowned upon. Better to let the dead rest.*


You're not <i>serious</i>, are you?


Good to see you again.


I'll get you right in no time.<br>


Unfortunately my second-hand knowledge does not compare to the innate understanding Omeluum brings to such study.


Nothing but dirt.


What can I do you for?


Let me help, please.


Para bellum!<br>v2


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


I want you to join me. A reasonable person would say 'no'. I still want you to say 'yes'.


Zarys' treasure. Must be something good.


Let's use this.


So, I see you and Shadowheart have a connection. It looks very sweet.


Cudo! v3


<i>Urk. The world's spinnin'... Heh. His horns look like snakes, all wriggly. Damn, this is some good beer.</i>


Another dank, dingy basement? Lovely.


There is much to be done.


Vos curo!


Oh, you'll regret that. Trust me.


Guess the Steel Watch isn't as effective as the Mouth claims.


It says there's a cellar here somewhere.


We stand with you - and for you! Our lives are yours, and our enemies' are forfeit.


May serve some purpose.


Since I came to the surface, I purchased an enchantment to bless me with infertility, if that soothes your mind.


The gods are fickle. Mystra will tire of you again, as she did before.


We meet again. A pity we had to meet like this.


But the darkness won't save you anymore than the light could. You'll realise that in time.


You're already set to feature in the Baldur's Mouth Gazette, dear. Let me find some other subjects.


Oh, stand up. You're embarrassing yourself.


Need to keep going.


Do not forget - there's a card yet to come into play. The orb. If we do not want to surrender the stones, I could still use it to ensure the brain's destruction. Along with my own, of course.


A helping hand.


I wonder...


To eat her when she was but a babe? To drain a gallon of her blood each morn and pour it over his icon each night? To skin her, and craft the hide into a hilt for a sacred knife?


Oh man! WHIZBANGS!


I'd much rather gaze into your eyes than hers. Yours are capable of tenderness, and feeling. No god could ever compare.


Thank you. When the Grand Duke returns to the city, he'll hail his only son a hero.


A maxim simple and noble - too noble for a Sharran. Perhaps I named you false.


In truth, it is carnage incarnate. So if you meet the devil of which I speak, kill it. Consider no other course of action.


True Soul.


I'd expect no less of vermin.


<i>Tsk'va! </i>This 'tart' is disgusting.


Poor creature. I hope it can follow my scent to camp.


Caedo!


Go on. Give us your hand.


I need to take the fight to him.


*Your sudden departure has rather interrupted the conversation's flow.*


Prime spot for an ambush.


You can't take Auntie's gift! I won't let you!


See what thou hast seen. Know what thou knowest.


It was for the best. The cub would've died anyway.


Effort v12


I'm sure you'll find it instructive. Or do you simply want to avoid risking your pallid neck?


I... won't do it.


((*a Sovereign's fate is to reign. when the day comes, you will <b>grovel</b>*))


If you're a customer, go down to the shop. Otherwise - clear off.


Pay attention.


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


- and the one with whom I'd spend my future days.


Omeluum is correct.


She will test you. If you fail, you will break; if your faith is strong, you will become something even more beautiful.


Really? Here I thought this was going to be a boring day.


I hope the new Archduke throws more parties than Ravengard. He was too serious for my liking.


It's all coming together - I can hardly believe it.


Do. You. <i>Mind?</i>


Oh... well...


Frange! v2


Those 'adventurers' ran at the slightest sound of trouble. At least they left their goods. Take your pick.


Stone Lord - we have some uninvited guests. <i>See them out.</i>


Cave circulum!<br>v2


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Be right there.


Oh, try listening to it a hundred times a day.


Wise choice. Now the streets will be safer and you'll be <i>stronger</i>.


There it is. So innocent, but such potential.


As you wish. Bhaal's blessings upon you.


Yes. I suppose there's not much point in me if I won't have sex. My only talent, I'm <i>fully aware.</i>


<i>Shka'keth!</i> I have followed protocol. He does not speak for Vlaakith!


Need to learn the hard way?


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 1


Should do...


Thank you for saving my life. But I have to ask... what are you doing <i>here?</i>


Maybe I should help fund the repairs when this is all over. It would be the civic-minded thing to do.


My lady... bid me to...


Closed Mouth Effort v12


We'd make better strangers.


That water looks tainted. Better to avoid it.


Et alibi!<br>v2


Hey! What's that up there?


I-I-I didn't realise. Very sorry, sir. <i>Very </i>sorry.


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


*He doesn't finish the thought. It slides away as the light fades from his eyes.*


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


As it should be.


Dying Burning<br>v5


I doubt any tears will be shed. Or... secreted? Whatever mushrooms do.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


I had to watch my friends, people who can barely hold a sword, try to fight a pack of murderous zealots.


The device Voss carried is sounding out. What could it mean?


Tired of cooking, tired of rats. I need to quit, or take a vacation, or both.


*And what then? You are prone to impulses as uncontrollable as the gods themselves. Will you even have a say in what you do?*


Bones everywhere... Someone's been engaging in dark rituals here.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


We could at least try it out. See if it's a good idea or not before we rule it out completely.


If we leave you behind,  is that rear enough?


*Bonecloak's Apothecary.*


I remember this spot. Our siege engines stood on top of those towers, once.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


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


Mmm-hmm? This had better be important.


Voss was a heretic. You can no more extinguish the Undying Queen than you can the constellations.


A lake of blood. Gods, think of all the poor souls who perished to fill it.


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Does this look like the queue to you? Didn't think so. Now get back over there where you belong.


Boo is most adept at talking small.


Effort v8


A githyanki. Head removed. They tortured her for information, then made sure the corpse couldn't help anyone else...


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


This one's not yet grown. Aw, poor thing.


Ravengard, freed from the Hells. Archduke Gortash secures our borders. Baldur's Gate's future is bright indeed.


Heya.


Come... see. My flesh becomes new flesh.


Wouldn't take the stuff no matter what. If I'm gonna go, let it be in a blaze of glory.


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 3


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


Eating is such a waste of time. Finding good food on this plane even more so.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Don't move.


As much love as I hold for Baldur's Gate, these frontiers delight me as much as any bustling street.


They just keep coming. Hurry!


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


Ah - a Continual Flame. Nothing can douse it, near as I can tell.


<i>Kaincha! </i>No good will come of devouring a <i>ghaik</i> worm, no matter what you might think.


How long have we been down here?


Well you certainly have a flair for <i>something</i>.


You keep wasting my time, you're gonna have more than coin to worry about.


Gotta stay sharp in case the captain calls on me. She likes a bitta 'pearl diving', a spot of 'keel-hauling', the 'ol 'argy bargy', if ya get me.


Honour your servants. <i>Tuuch! Tuuch! Tuuch!</i>


For all the good it's doing in a place like this.


You chose right. And any well-trained githyanki would have chosen the same.


A peek won't hurt.


Whatever strength I have to lend, I will lend it. Son - let us make our city proud again.


Hah! I was quite the wild thing back in the day, but I'm afraid that's long past.


I'm not <i>drunk</i>. I just can't... stand.


Assuming he's still alive.


You expect me to believe you? The inquisitor is Vlaakith's judgement made flesh. My Queen would not abandon me!


I hate to accuse one of our own. And yet... it makes sense.


You overestimate your abilities. I stand with Raphael.


Don't forget I'm the one who <i>gave </i>you that contract. I want my cut.


I still remember our first date in this park, you know. There were certainly less Fists about.


Perhaps we'll even meet again someday. The future is yet to be written, after all.


*Or you could take advantage of its vulnerability and plunder what's left of its hollow mind for anything that could serve you.*


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


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


This shape feels deliberate, like it might have some sort of purpose.


Shar, guide my hand.


A fallen warrior of my people. A crèche must be close.


Thank you, sister. I'll remember your help, if I succeed. As will my Lady.


That easel - is it connected to something? Missing something? It just doesn't look right.


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


What did the killer want?


Dodge


You. Will. Regret.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


The Absolute needs warriors for Her crusade. But I see only <i>weaklings</i> in this place.


Hear him out if you wish - but please, don't act in haste.


Nothing but brains. Food for mind flayers, I suppose.


*It seems you owe compensation for the item you just damaged.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


This mask is beautiful. I envy the one who had the authority to wear it.


Communication is key.


*Your minds connect and you hear a voice whispering to you. The Absolute? Or just the echoes of his fractured mind, reverberating in the darkness?*<br>


Falling<br>ver 1


The likes of you stand to benefit from the likes of me.


You are sure? And how did <i>you</i> find it?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Whatever it is, the Absolute has a powerful hold over them.


All's well here. The cargo from below has already been taken to the docks.


Resisto acidum!


Take it. Just let me go - you don't need any more blood on your hands.


Prime spot for an ambush.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


Lice-ridden cur!


Excellent timing, True Soul.


But if you ever decide to hunt them, know they include your children.


*Just yesterday you were seducing a young noble, luring him to your master's lair.*


A deal most sordid for powers profane. To sign away your very self... Compelling.


I'm on my way!


I'm sure Umberlee has much more important things to worry about.


The cultists took Ravengard when they locked us up. He was still human last I saw him. Still trying to put up a fight.


All the more reason to hurry.


Do not incur nature's wrath, fool.


I accidentally summoned an imp like you once.


An unlikely place for such a fortunate find.


You plan to become a god now, do you? And all because your lover spurned you.<br>


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v2


The elf is seabound, the dragon stays with Baldur's Gate.


*A moment passes. Lae'zel's heat turns to ice.*


<i>Ghaik </i>prison.


Pulso!


In nocte consilium!


*Orin's chains still bind your companion to her bloody altar. *


Here we go.


Ugh, get me out of here.


Oh yeah. Yep. Sorry.


This mirror... it must have been for more than just reflecting, once. A shame it's broken.


Looked like his heart gave out. I've seen it before.


I'd rather be stuck together, honestly.<br>


The last time I left this room, the walls started bleeding, and a portrait of my mother tried to bite me.


You can't mean that.


Keep your distance, now. I'll not consort with miscreants like you.


I don't like this. Abandoned lab, the possibilities are too unsettling.


I await your command, Absolute.


Too bad the rest of the note is pure gibberish.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


<i>Stalker of Gehenna's wastes... Take our zeal, take our blood! </i>


*This is the end of the line - the threshold where the others cannot follow. And you have no choice but to walk it - alone.*


Nah, but they'll make a nice, big bonfire.


It's not as fun when no one brings it back.


Quod dico face!<br>v2


Grisly is dead? That means... I don't owe her a copper no more. YES! I'm free!


I'd swear that ox's gaze is following me.


The mummy's soul lingers like an unclaimed fart. We must banish him in truth, unless we wish to do this again tomorrow.


*The man's face falls as recognition sets in. He knows you, and you know him: the so-called hero known as the Blade of Frontiers, hunter of monsters - and devils.*


This is the easy part.<br>


Perhaps I should have done more. Been more charming, more flattering, harder to reach... but I was only myself, and sometimes that isn't enough.


<i>Strange. I'm myself... but </i>more.


They just keep coming - we can't keep fighting them forever!


Attack<br>var 2


Good. Reckon you won't find it here, though.


This is the House of Hope. Where the tired come to rest, and the famished come to feed - lavishly.


Curious.


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 3


It was Master Oskar's favourite. She'll never sell that one.


Obedi me!<br>v2


Nothing else holds you on my watch.


Details, details.


A pity for us you have promised your night to the drow.


Blink and you'll miss me.


It's a long way to K'liir. As for Boo, I've never heard of a miniature giant space hamster, let alone a conversant one. Which means Boo is either a rare specimen...


Pardon. Sometimes my temper gets the better of me.


Now, if this answer satisfies you, let us linger no longer in this limbo of indecision, but set course for your camp forthwith.


What will <i>this </i>do?


Something's alive down here. I'm not sure I want to meet it.


Sob<br>var 2


Hopefully this will all be over soon.


I - I thought you were her. O-Orin - the lady who took me. She can make herself look like anyone. She's a monster.


Just another crate.


*That noise. Is the creature pretending to be a... sheep?*


He found us! Dunno wot he was doin' 'ere or where he came from.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


Don't worry. I'm still your daughter... if you want me to be.


What was that sound? Came from the back of the temple, I think...


Moving ahead.


If my innate desires make me disturbing, then I proudly claim the title.


You are fortunate I worship one of the kinder gods of the realm.


Is that so? You've got some evil twin running round whacking people round the back of the head?


A handy little trick.


More of the same.


Thanks again. We'll head out as soon as we've caught our breath.


What, you shy or something? Fine! Muck it up and the drow'll have your head.


*As he leaves, you're flooded with visions of a perfect pretty corpse.*


You allowed that smith to meddle with your heart, Karlach, simply so you can be touched?


I know - your <i>infection</i>.


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


Might be other survivors.


Brothers. Sister. Pray with me while we wait.


I disagree. Let's have a friendly debate on the matter, aye?


Go to him when you are ready. I will lead what remains of my forces to Moonrise ahead of you.


<i>More transformations. We must put bring the brain back under control or worse will follow.</i>


*Desperation... pain... terror. Cultists raided his village - he was the sole survivor.*


If the Slayer is not stopped, it will slaughter every living thing in this city. As one of those things, I'm particularly eager to stop it.


*With your prize discarded, the matter can rest.*


We were attacked. Cackling, furry things on two legs.


You are a mortal child of Bhaal? Be careful with whom you share that fact - I hear many of your kind have met premature ends.


Weak


Ugh.


You see? This is why a warrior should go nowhere without a hamster in his pants.


Te exsecror!<br>v2


Dodge


<i>I am no more responsible for your actions than you are for mine. </i>


Last night was... an exception. I hope you understand that. The battle's won, our journey is over, and I need to take my place at Lady Shar's side.


Ubi es?<br>v2


*Lae'zel's bitterness is born of <i>sadness</i>. She is mourning the loss of the person she once was, and can never be again.*


Well, they look exquisite. And extremely pilferable.


Wait... we... have... only... just... started... talking...


Well... That depends on who you ask, I suppose. I may have summoned things rather more exotic than a winged cat.


I believe you will save this city.


*Your own contract is airtight. But you recall an old incantation from a children's story, said to void a devil's pact: <i>'Abi, diabole, et nunquam redi.'</i>*


Te video!<br>v3


Anything for a friend.


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


Ulder, my friend. You humble me. But the will of the people...


Malleus!


This must be where he was making them - there's no shortage of evidence.<br>


New coat of paint, I think. Then we introduce ourselves to the local vermin - let them know there's been a change of management.


Hark! A dung golem!


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


Shuffle back to your lodgings - there's nothing for you here.


Trapped behind bars. I'd hoped for a warmer welcome to the Gate.


Hurt Critical


Snore
zzZzz
v3


What're you doin' up here anyway? Countin' spider webs? C'mon, get off.


Ale me!<br>v3


Agh. Well. Good feelings never last, I suppose.


-- submit --
- give UP -
 ---- thrall --


Listen - if you want to reach Moonrise, you're going to need help. And I know where you'll find it.


*You could take the Crown to Mystra, perhaps leverage it for a cure. But there is no guarantee that she will be in a forgiving mood.*


You disobeyed the Murder Lord. He will be compensated.


Stultissime!


Part of a ring. Looks like it combines with that other broken piece from before.


Effort v2


How much farther can I go?


Te absolvo!


Another trial. Allow me - please.


We're only looking, Boo!


I will remain. I've a vested interest in the outcome.


Too foolish for me to allow, pup. So why do I feel like you aren't asking? Ah.


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


Let's get this lock to yield.


I don't need to tell you what evil she's capable of, what brutality she's wrought.


*Great wisdom lies behind Auntie Ethel's kind eyes. She can heal your infection, you're certain.*


Lady carried it... Hid it from monster...


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Te absolvo!<br>v3


Your choices are simple, really.


If I could cast Wish right now, you'd be an ant forever.


Risus abundat!<br>v3


Keep going - the Mother Superior is expecting you.


*The tiefling's corpse stirs with the spell.*


Their bodies were savaged. The priest had little hope of helping them.


Scab-licking vagrant!


Allow me to repay the generosity of your patron, Yondalla. Be welcome, cleric.


GaspFrightenedBreathLongOpen<br>var 3


I'm not one to pry. I'd rather make up all the juicy details myself over tea with your mother.


You've given me powerful magic to consume when I needed it most.


A tableaux of the dead. The work of a proud killer - and a creative one.


Ulma, gather your hunters! It's time to slay some monsters.


It had better not, or there'll be a piece of sharpened wood with your name on it.


<i>Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith!</i>


<i>I should have known. This wasn't the first time you tried to kill me. </i>


*Sniffle.*


I just wanted to - to thank her. To honour her, you know? And now I'll never finish her eulogy.


Nestor let you in? Good. Means you'll be further away from me.<br>


Hardly a scratch.


Not a stranger - a friend.


Rambling nonsense. Why someone would be drawn to this is beyond me.


Attack<br>var 2


Rolan - bring the fire. NOW!


I won't go on without you.


Since Talus died, I've been watching Carrion, trying to figure out his secret. And I think... I think he's a <i>mummy lord</i>.


We did as we was told, General! Followed every order -


I ain't making this easy for yeh!


Lae'zel - reject me and be undone. Serve, and we feast in Tu'narath <i>together</i>.


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


Who wants to know?


The mind flayer is gone. This could spell trouble...


*He'll believe you if you tell him what happened. But he won't forgive.*


Keep to the shadows for as long as we can...


You could've at least let him grovel a little.


X marks the spot... gonna dig the lot...


<i>You remain very attached to your physical form. I suggest you shed it. </i>


I'm going to find another way around. You ought to do the same.


Need a little boost?


Ketheric has her now. It's done.


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


I will grant a discount - a final discount, mind you.


Maybe you can try and cheer the <i>sa'varsh </i>up? I think he needs it.


I was just settling in and reviewing my latest findings. Mind flayers, cultists, and of course, your esteemed company!


But you said it anyway, to your immense credit. You're choosing truth, you're choosing freedom - for you, for Orpheus, for your people.


I just hope I don't seem boring to you now, in comparison. Perhaps I'll need to redouble my efforts, in future...


You'd think this Stone Lord ruled some layer of Hell, the way everyone's going on about him.


You're putting words in my mouth - I never said I disliked you. It's just we have some work to do, to get on each other's good sides.


Best get in and out.


Effort v5


Benefits of a wizard's education, you see. Of course my considerable talent didn't hurt either.


Still warm to the touch, if you can believe it.


By the One in the Void, this stench could choke a neogi master.


For the Absolute!


And now that you know the truth, what will you do?


What is the creature doing to those corpses?


<i>Exactly </i>what I expect from this absolute hole of a city. No one cares. Where's the hospitality, I ask you? WHERE?


What in the world is going on?!


Dying Burning<br>v4


Now drink it deep.


*Your body and soul shiver with delight as you receive the blessing of Corellon, First of the Seldarine.*


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min1:31_GnashedTeethReaction<br>var 2


As I expected. You indulged an obsession - you tasted me, tested me, and had your fill.


So quiet here now...


Sure, take it.


Ut ventus!<br>v3


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


And gods, all those spawn, free in the Underdark.


Can we agree to leave and never mention the 'Absolute' again?


You... what?


*Through waves of torment, you search for the parasite's lurking presence.*


Stop being such a pain in the scales.


Like it hasn't been touched in a millenium. Incredible.<br>


My kills. My prey. You <i>took </i>them. Run. I'll find you.<i> Eat </i>you. COWARD.


No prayers needed. On my way.


It's not your fault - it's Ethel's. She's after me - and for good reason.


Butchered. They didn't stand a chance.


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


You've taught me so much. So much about how much a person can hold. When I look at you, it's like I'm staring at a puzzle I'll never solve. But one I want to spend my life enjoying.


A kiln, unfinished sculptures, stone fragments. Masons worked here.


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


Of course, once the house is back in order.


Oh good. Spiders.


Make this count.


It's useless - believe me, I've tried.


OPEN... DOOR! PLEASE!


A faultless observation, Lae'zel. Are all githyanki so quick to come to the essential point?


I'll be there soon, my lady.


Suit yourself, but only the leader of your group is coming in. I will not allow anyone else.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


I doubt there's much worth saying.


Shirra? I can tell you where to find her, but you might find the conversation rather one-sided.


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


It shouldn't surprise you. We have been at war with Selûne since before most of history was written. An eternal conflict, from the viewpoint of mortals...


<i>Because removal seemed preferable to negation.</i>


Now we get to loot his riches - Say, hey, for the pub!


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


The remains of Dark Justiciars. They were formidable in battle, all that time ago...


Dum vita est, spes est!


I get it, Lae'zel - peril, danger, and so forth. All I can think of now is a nice fish dinner.


Not everyone made it out alive.


Barbarian Roar<br>v5


The Steel Watchers - wrecked! I didn't think I'd miss them, but I do.


Listelia... Dryselis...


I'll be there soon, my lady.


<i>I can't - I can't! Oh gods, it's getting worse!</i>


The distractions have been <i>yours</i>, Ketheric. Perhaps we never should have dug your daughter up.


Very good. Now just tell me I'm beautiful and we can call it a day.


Get it over with? No, this is to be <i>savoured</i>. Return to Moonrise Towers - I'm sure we'll find further use for you there.


<i>Really?</i>


The, ah, attack is nothing to worry about - Madam Lucretious has everything under control. Enjoy the circus!


This isn't the first sign we've come across of a Sharran presence. I'm not sure I can keep ignoring them.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


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


This is Shadowheart's business, not mine.


Is that so? What a remarkable coincidence... or perhaps not.


What are you?


So's any meal worth having.


Gigans!


Dying Burning<br>v5


Really? You'll just give it to me?


But that doesn't make a lick of sense. The Bite ain't magical. Unless...


Cresceat scientia!
v2


You may proceed.


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


What's left of my tribe is wounded and broken - we cannot stand against him to save our children. But perhaps the slayer of Ketheric could?


*Your mind is a canyon, and the words echo from every crevasse.*


A little boost.


You're the only one who can make this decision. And whatever you choose, I'll be by your side.


Caeco te!<br>v3


Oh, and a piece of advice: don't play with devils unless you don't mind getting burnt.


*Your head twinges. Is it the tadpole, you wonder? Had you imagined it - or were you soon to turn?*


Effort v12


Victory v3


As much as I hate to admit it, we're hardly drowning in better options. Let's see what it has to say for itself, I suppose.


Oh. Hello there. Don't mind us - we'll be moving on momentarily.


Lady Alia says 'jump', and I jump. That's the way of things.


<i>The Crown of Karsus?</i> You know what catastrophe that thing brought about for Netheril, don't you?


We're working as we can. Very hard indeed.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


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


So you're the lickspittle who crushed the Bone Lord's thrall.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


It's Scratch's naptime. I'll need to get that.<br>


Does that hurt? Does that hurt? What about this?


If they can't keep themselves alive, how can we expect them to protect us?


Invisibilis!


Then come back when you have. The Wavemother is rarely patient.


Footprints! Leading right into that cave.


Sebastian.


You, this is Boo. And Boo - meet <i>you</i>.


I bet Shadowheart's still wondering if she did the right thing. As for me, I haven't a shadow of a doubt.


... what're you playing at? You said on thre-<i>eearrgh!</i>


The mind flayer's dead - good riddance.


When it finishes executing its current orders, it will be free to do as it wishes. That would be bad for everyone.


I know little of herb-lore, but this one smells nice.


Believe me, I never killed anyone who didn't -


Suit yourself. We'll just buy a new chicken. A <i>normal</i> one, not this big fat lump.


First in my heart.


Dying Burning<br>v5


I am not known for my <i>patience.</i>


So you're the smart one, then? Maybe it's you I should haul in to the station for questions.


Another drink.


It's done. Just like that. Gods, help us.


What... what <i>happened?</i>


Barbarian Roar<br>v2


Ugh. I suppose I should.


Those with an icy façade hide their true selves well - but pain breaks us all in the end. What is the worst thing your love has ever done?


Aye, my own sword-arms. Loyal to the Guild, but more importantly - loyal to me.


*No admission to the Upper City until further notice. Residents may queue up and wait.*


*While most know of Elminster the legend, few know him as you have. He plucked you from obscurity. Offered you his guidance. His faith. And most recently, his pity.*


You do know how Raphael likes to play.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Insult Chef Roveer's reward if you want, but someday you will look back and say, 'Killing rats - that was a mighty task!'


'Unleash'.


*Someone is sure to see the evidence of this darling sin.*


While our tadpoles live, and the cult have the means to control them, we will never be safe.


I have all the evidence I need.


You and I both. Let's just stay very calm, very serene. The last thing we need is to set this place off.


I <i>will</i> be heard.


Slurp happy!


Hah! You got guts. Now show me what colour they are.


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


If the boy was too stupid to realise this, his death is a mercy for the warrior next to him.


This doll. I do not wish to meet the child who finds comfort in... <i>that.</i>


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


Look at them - there's all black stuff in all the gills.


Zhentarim! Anyone who isn't us, dies!


You! Not a step closer.


The mirror reflects nothing - it only consumes.<br>


One last thing: your parents have been in the hands of Shar's followers for some forty years. It must take tremendous will for mortals to hold out that long.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


Little love, whatever could be the matter?


While we still draw breath, we cannot lose hope, my love.


A fine day for murder!


A fight? How <i>adorable. </i>Very well, it's been too long since I flexed these gloriously magical muscles. AHA!


These Selûnite words do nothing.


It's planting spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


Move it, lads! And show some respect!


Maybe. I dunno how closely they watch it.


<i>Fascinating</i> - I think the archmage Tasha described a spell with similar effect. I really must look that up...


I don't like it, but if it comes to that, I suppose... we have it as an option.


I've heard of paintings bringing things to life, but this is ridiculous.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


Let's assume the defensive position until we have determined the best offence.


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


Moonmaiden's grace! It's open!


I'd love to know the full story.


SmileOpen<br>var 1


I can't even see a lock to pick.


Nature can be both kind - and cruel. Remember that.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


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


But I'm not a thief. Am I? Wish I could ask Mol.


Are you the 'friend' with the tadpole problem?


*A shiver runs through you. Your mind is awash in ancient resentments.*


Attack


Then you have chosen. Whatever you truly are, you will die before you can do anymore harm.


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


That'd be Rizzle. Huh. Thought she'd be back by now. Oh well.


The brain's power must be strong here. I am blessed to be uninfected.


Bones everywhere... Someone's been engaging in dark rituals here.


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


And so many needed for the casting. Unusual.


Before you ask, I ain't got none o' that plum prosecco. Now, what can I get you, newcomer?


You know I can stab you in your sleep, right?


*For as long as demons and devils imperil the Sword Coast, they will be your prey.*


Oh that hardly matters. There's not much further I could fall in Mystra's estimation. But I'd like to at least leave her with something to think about.


Drunk <br>V2


You're right, madam. The beast must be destroyed.


Dynaheir, hers was more the habit of teaching Minsc many new ways to say the word 'fool'.


Perhaps it's right that you're not. You're twice blessed after all: by Isobel and by your artefact. But as for myself, I don't see another option than to make a desperate dash back to Baldur's Gate.


AND THEN IT ALL COMES TUMBLING DOWN


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


*The corpse regards you lifelessly.*


Oh dear. It doesn't look happy.


The who? The <i>what</i>?


Wulbren - enough! I won't watch as you poison your soul - and the brilliant future that remains to the Ironhand Gnomes.


Falling


Voco murus!<br>v2


Perhaps. But better a fool than a coward.


That's not true.


It's a view I would once have shared with my companion. Though definitely unaccompanied by such revelry.


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


*Frightened by the sharp noise, he turns tail and runs away.*


Corpora sana!<br>v3


This bloody jar doesn't want to stay down!


That voice... I know... that voice...


Meenlocks - damnable things. A bit of light or fire should scorch those tender eyes.


<i>Quite possible, I assure you.</i>


I am pleased it is still widely read. I hope to publish many more such volumes.


Well. What's a little more blood on one's hands.


I want to have a word.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


Do not struggle, I have you.<br>


Music to githyanki ears.


*Reading between Elminster's cramped lines, you can draw only one conclusion. He thinks you should defy Mystra's instruction, and refuse to use the orb.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


A touch of the shadowfell. I feel so light - any leap should be a safe one.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


It was you, right? Who took care of the goblins? I knew you were a good one.


Another mask.


Boots-on-the-group interviews with victims of the miscreants. Yes, excellent.


Ah, nice one, True Soul. Keepin' the lads on their toes.


Breathe, Nymessa. You did great.


Hmm. Probably wise of you to get rid of that thing.


We're... in the Underdark. I'm <i>home.</i>


Hm. Not working right now.


Back to the anus that spat you out.


I'm sure I'll see you when I get back. Sleep tight.


You are what you are, child of Bhaal. But that need not be <i>all</i> that you are.


Justify it whatever way you wish. The fact remains that I placed our lives in your hands, and you tossed them down as a wager in some game of your own.


A jest - I truly am grateful. If only I could repay you.<br>


Damn... just go. I'm done for.


Lads - clear this place out and take whatever you can carry - after the lot of 'em are cold.


Whatever your business here, I'd see to it quickly - the druids are forcing everyone out.


Pity we had to kill him. He seemed more lonely than cruel.


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


Menzoberranzan, City of Spiders. Who's caught in Raphael's web there, I wonder?


Fresh water. There must be a settlement somewhere nearby.


I wish that was true. But I've seen plenty of blood spilled for just those kinds of things. The world will keep on scheming, no matter what happens to us.


Barbarian Roar<br>v2


You think that wand from that charlatan at Devil's Fee is going to protect us?


I'll kill you! Once I get out of here I'LL KILL YOU!


*Are you bold of heart and sharp of tongue? Can you turn any and all to the Dark Lady's cause?*


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


Taking out one of the Absolute's generals was no mean feat. You must feel confident for the battles ahead.


You can see exactly how well that went.


Deadlier than ever.


The air's thick with spores. They must thrive in the dark.


Effort v4


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


This calls for careful footwork.


Laughter


Killer wanted... him...


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


Good. Now move along before I charge you with loitering.


Get ready to fight or get out. Party's over.


Be gentle, Lae'zel. Who are we to offer freedom's fruits, only to refuse our own kin a taste?


Another drow True Soul. As if there weren't enough of you.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


The door's had an alarm ward applied. We'll need to disarm it.<br>


I hope the echoes of pain will fade, and memories of sorrow will die, and that you'll visit me here some day.


<i>Except... it does not seem to be on my person. Did I leave it on that last expedition somewhere? Hm.</i>


I will find out if Varrl has truly succumbed to the vile canker of that heretic's words.


Meanwhile, if you're still in the business of intimidation, I might have something you can make use of in the shop.


I hear fighting. Trouble's not over yet.


Bit of a mess you're in.


It's one of their worms, for sure, but this one gives you powers - telepathic connections. And it doesn't turn you into one of them.


<i>I need to lay off the hooch. The manip finds out, she'll kick me clear to Neverwinter.</i>


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


Anything standing out?


<i>You are... exquisite. </i>


Voco araneae!


<i>Chk. </i>Another outsider. Make yourself at home. The <i>ch'r'ai</i> certainly has.


Lae'zel, <i>T'lak'ma Ghir</i> - the devil holds the key to freeing the gith people. Right here, right now, you could seal our fate.


There'd be no point. We've all got the bug in our heads. It could be any of us. We ought to at least keep an eye on each other.


Fog?!


Hah! Oh that was very, very satisfying. Who better to test these new powers on?


Oi! Ain't no party in 'ere -


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


But I already took the money for it from Uktar, so I got to follow through - it's like an oath or something.


The Chamber of Loss beckons. Lady Shar has one final task for me, then all of this will be mine.


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


Dying Burning<br>v2


Considering an army of cultists is on its way to cut our throats?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


A dead bird. What happened to it?


Before you go - I wouldn't be a proper paladin if I didn't try to enlist your help in a righteous battle.


<i>It's all right. I knew what I was doing.</i>


No one truly understands the weight of loss until they've worn it a while. There is no shame in sharing the load, when you need to.


It's those damn shadows. Be ready!


Not... Who... <i>What...</i>


Nice. Helps not to judge a book by its cover, doesn't it.<br>


I do not trust Mystra to do right with the crown. But I am quite sure I trust him even less.


I survived the Gauntlet of Shar. I sacrificed Selûne's own daughter. <i>I </i>am your rightful leader.


More than I could have done...


A quick dip.


How... how did you catch me?


But you're... a <i>non-believer</i>. Traitor!


*Moan.*


*Here lies the best smith in Reithwin<br>Our swords will never slice as true*


A lot of spilled blood. This must be where Father Lorgan was attacked.


Welcome, my lady. Your presence honours me.


Good idea.


I am sure thou believest as such.


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


I hope I can count you in that number.


I believe that's called growth, Shadowheart.


Halsin, why would you go anywhere with that fool.


A merregon's mask, I wager. Hell's soldiers. When they die, their bodies just... melt away.


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


They say the General cannot die. Perhaps... perhaps that will be the Absolute's gift to us all.


There's no shame in ensuring the sanctity of this grove. Now leave!


Do not cause trouble. Killing you would make me unhappy.


I welcome you to Baldur's Gate. My city.


*And Wyll as the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate? Well that's just ridiculous - he'll have to go.*


Our task is more important, yes, and yet you did not begrudge others their lesser needs. For what it's worth, I think you did the right thing.


Hm. This must activate elsewhere.


Be a dear and look elsewhere, would you?


<i>Tnak</i>. Fine. Hope Gribbo drinks it. At least then she'll shut up 'bout her bloody pigeon!


I... I don't know.


*When the tyrannised and the tormented cry out, you will listen. No one should suffer at the hands of man or monster.*


<i>Aggeniculamur in umbra tua, Pater Arborum.</i>


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


Of course, my love. Don't be afraid, sweet girl.


Arabella tried to steal their idol. Druids lost their damn minds about it - they need it for their precious ritual.


Listen up.


HELP!


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


Effort v8


Better not die on me.


All I wanted was a little house in Baldur's Gate with Bex. Not this. Not any of this.


Gods damn it - fine! If nothing else, at least killing Cazador will feel good.


These bears are like the ones in the barn - let's hope they don't explode.


But she does not. If the illithids would ever rise to power again, she would be incapable of stopping them.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


And? Feeling any better?


Hold it! Not another step!


Not the first time that's occurred to me, you know. And Glitterbeard's distracted with his other guests...


*Looking into the hole, you see only darkness. It's impossible to tell how deep it goes by sight alone.*


Suffering and hate can never prevail, for as long as we wield them.


That noise - it's coming from the gith knight's trinket.


Now, I believe you have places to be.


Good work. I'd give you a gold star, but I'm fresh out.


*The statue starts to rotate, but its rusty mechanism jams stuck.*


Let's hope the locals are friendly.


It won't budge.


Dying Burning<br>v4


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Be true to yourself, my Lord.


...of course! Just before some godless lunatic purged the place of every innocent soul.


Forgive me, I did not know you are a member of the family.


<i>Dragons - overhead!</i> Stay low.


I, uh, don't know nuthin' about no Dribbles. You wants it - you gots to pays for it!


Good. Welcome to the Blushing Mermaid.


Not the sound of success, I think.


I shouldn't tease our boy.<br>


The book was clear - I need to fight myself if I'm to pass this trial.


I had a choice to make, in the heart of Lady Shar's domain. But you denied me that chance. Now my future is gone - nothing but windblown ashes and wasted potential.


Broken. Need to find another way.


Nothing. Seems it needs a different source to draw from.


A talking statue. Now was that a warning - or a command?


Please - it's dark and I'm... I'm afraid. Just one night - I beg of you.


You know, just because I join you at your bedroll from time to time doesn't mean you need to talk to me quite so much. Is this urgent?<br>


Yes, yes, have your fun. It isn't you they're trying to kill.


You really ended things with Lae'zel, just to be with me?


You will stand, and you will fight.


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


And yet another. Hardly the warmest of welcomes.<br>


Careful. I've only got one good eye left!


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


*As she winces, agony shoots through you, as if your bodies share the same wound.*


This deviant's been rotted by drink. I shall enjoy sobering him up.


*The corpse is a tiefling woman - the girl Arabella's mother, presumably.*


I have never seen such a creature. Most likely a fake.


-- We learn -- We grow - loosen our clumsy bindings -
--- AID US ---


Never say never, darling.


Come on, up you get.


I believe you will be the one to slay Orin.


Bloody bard. Used to be goblins had <i>taste.</i>


It doesn't look like a poem. It doesn't look like anything I recognise.


I'm slipping away. Help.<br>


You don't know Gekh? How'd you... ugh, whatever - I don't care.


Ah! I can't!


Then I will wait here until you have. The chains that bind Orpheus also bind the whole of the githyanki people.


Must we beat every stick of furniture into submission?


That amulet would make a pretty trinket. Or a snack for Gale.


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


Vivat crescat floreat!


Carefully, now...


Burnt to a crisp.


I have been watching you more closely than ever since the night we were forced to restrain you.


Selûnite rubbish.


Tools and a climbing rope. This must have been that gnome's escape route.


Look here - this is where the drider's caravan originated.


Baldur's Docks... Born and bred...


ClosedMouth Effort v2


It won't fight its... friends. Siblings?


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


You are twice-tainted, yes. But whatever you have done - you might yet serve the good.


Oh, I will! Thank you! Thank you so much!


You bit me? You're a godsdamned vampire!


Hm. Seems like the best way.


Go on - lads were gathered near the windmill last I looked.


A bed made of corpses. Disgusting <i>and</i> uncomfortable.


What did that do?


Be careful! Let's get this poor man down alive.


Sister... brother... my job... to protect them...


Te exsecror!<br>v2


You! Move off!


Shadow Druids at work - and this Kagha is their newest recruit.


It does not matter. The magic at work here does not require your comprehension. Only your participation.


That's right - he's buried outside. And I was <i>this </i>close to getting him back.


This is beneath me.


Oh, haven't you heard? Your sort won't be welcome around here much longer.


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


It won't last. They'll be tearin' into each other soon enough.


Forgive me, Dread Brother. I simply... wish to look upon Bane's Chosen once more.


Intriguing.


Sounds like jealousy, to me. I couldn't risk your wild side getting too excited at the scent of blood...


'First, thou shalt not drink of the blood of thinking creatures.'


Aw. Well, if you ever want to learn, I'd love to take you to a little pond I know outside the city. Shallow, safe, and I'd be there to help you float.


Even though he's using me, I'm using <i>him</i>, too. And what do I care about this orthon's life?


You think we're not tough enough to defend ourselves? I've been training for <i>days</i>!


Uncharted territory. The silence before the storm.


<i>I see.</i>


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


We wrecked our boat just trying to get close to it. What do we do now?


I'll get you moving again.


An evil end...


There's no point in arguing with the guards. We're not getting past that checkpoint without the right papers.


Stop wasting time, Baretha. You're not here to play with the locals.


But if you insist...


Ah, but you already know the answer. By making one ally, you deny them to another.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Second best? Me? Maybe it's time for this old boy to find a new grift.


Not sure what the other mushrooms are.


Well - whatever you're into.


New heroes grace Baldur's Gate with their presence!


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


She's right. No one's safe if that thing goes loose. Not even us.


BreathLongOpen<br>ver 1


This new god has a tight grip on Moonrise Towers, and it was a dark place to begin with.


*To be unseen is to be welcomed everywhere.*


To work together? Strangely enough, I believe him - he's too self-important to be anything but sincere.


Is there a dead tadpole in that jar?


You have the same black-tongued sense of humour as ever, I don't believe you for a heartbeat.


Hold them off - I'll take care of the chains.


Non compos mentis!


No, mate. That can't be right. See - no one would be dumb enough to <i>open</i> Zhentarim cargo.


Tell me. Did her skin taste as good as mine? Did her tongue make you shiver?


I can handle myself. Find Kagha and end this!


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


On my way.<br>


Urh...  <i>drow</i>. No hurt me, goblin-mistress. Me good. Me kill for you.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


You've killed me. You've bloody killed us all. Damned if I won't return the favour.


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


Here you go, soldier!


Spurious prune-tart.


A pleasant exchange.


Hmm, a pixie. Curious little thing.


What creatures thrive in a lake this dismal?


Yes! I was with Bex in the grove. We talked getting a house in Baldur's Gate. Have you seen her?


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


Listen!


PLAY YOUR PART WELL AND YOU CAN BE ONE OF THOSE BLASPHEMOUS GUISES


Get your squat-arse moving. Throat's dry as derro bones.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Even better.


This prayer bears the same symbol as the chest. I think it might just be the key.


<i>Mrag. </i>Of course I'm going to die... but I might as well get my hands dirty before that.


I will not fail you.


No. I'm taking it to camp. Zevlor will know what to do with it.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Nine Hells take me! No, never again...


Voss! I call on your might!


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


For the best. Death is too good for it.


I get them up by Bloombridge - a druid lives that way, so you <i>know</i> they're extra fresh.


All we can give them is a second, final death.


Got him! Now to get the lantern.


We have a new look for a new Shadowheart.


*You feel its presence gently probing the palace of your mind. As it finds a mostly-vacant spot, power and knowledge flood your brain, unlocking a new secret.*


Effort v3


I see... then I hope she understands. You have steered us true, thus far.


It has become my way, perhaps, to always have one eye on the next fight. For better or worse, that is the cult.


Get hold of your mind, and quickly. I cannot trust those who cannot trust themselves.


Bet that will fit in my pack.


Stand ready for examination. This won't take a moment.


Fine. But don't delay.


Right here, just one month ago, my Eugenie agreed to our courtship. It's a good place for romance, take it from me!


We expect great things of you.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.


No better moment.


Diminue!


And an answer was provided. The dead are not obliged to provide the one you <i>want</i>.


Lunkbug, shush. Don't mind him - just telling stories. We'll have True Soul Nere out in no time.


None. The magic originates from a hag's twisted lair - of that I am sure. But as to its cure, Helm has not revealed it to me.


*Auntie Ethel's face creases with false concern. You realise she's lying about seeing this girl, Mayrina.*


Mother of Lusts - what <i>was</i> that?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Risus abundat!<br>v3


Would be a lot better if you'd find a way to fix this engine, Dammon.


Damn knots...


Never fear.


Quiet.


What was that?


A kiln, unfinished sculptures, stone fragments. Masons worked here.


Poor guy looks like he could really use a hand. I've got two, hey?


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


A most impatient patient... Very well. Still your cries, restless soul.


*You gather yourself, trying to build mental walls against the pain, but they're assaulted by one tortured memory after another.*


Please... <i>please</i>...


Are you here to have your vengeance on my granddaughter, Orin?


Please! You have to! O-Orin is coming for me.


But I know this for sure: Master Halsin is the only one close to understanding these things. He's your best bet to survive.


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


Stick around and you might find out.


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


Death becomes you.


They'll do their teacher's bidding. Bad for us.


Time to move.


Something about this blade. It feels... sad.


These are all about <i>me</i>... forty years of my life, documented like I was some sort of specimen.


Owlbear eggshells... an unhatched one would fetch quite a price...


Te curo!<br>v3


Thank you kindly. And to you and yours.


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


Or maybe a bit of a drinking problem.


Damn it - they'll be on us in no time. Move!


I've seen this sort of thing. Redcaps, sure as sunshine.


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


Well, there she is. Let's get this reunion going.


Flaming brew? This battle's taken a heated turn.


<i>And destroyed the contract that bound you.</i>


M-maybe we shouldn't walk around here.


Blood...? No, nothing natural to this. That is oil - and leading inside.


Okay, okay, calm down. We can make a deal.


I trust you and Halsin to help him. He's a sweet soul, Thaniel. I can't wait for you to meet him.


That book looks enticing. The kind of thing you're hunting, Gale?


Does... does that count as us killing him? That had better count.


Are you making fun of me?


He's so powerful and wise. No wonder Vlaakith puts such faith in him.


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


They like feastin', fightin', and fornicatin'. Who doesn't? Absolute gives 'em that.


Gods, you're beautiful.


Shout


You could have run away. Absconded with the Prism - the one thing that could prevent me from fulfilling my destiny.


*More than that, you can see that each prisoner is marked with a scar - a rune carved into their flesh.*


Quod dico face!


I - all right. Go ahead, Lunkbug. Tell her.


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


I can't say I grasp what I need to do here...


My sister - dead by Nere's hand. Meerna, I'm so sorry...


You just want Ramazith's Tower for yourself, don't you? No - I refuse to bow to another!


After I was afflicted with my condition, I locked myself in my tower for an entire year. I was inconsolable, wallowing in my self-inflicted tragedy.


Snore
zzZzz


Damn it all - let's go!


Poor thing. Such a beautiful creature.


The ring changed colour. I wonder why.


Ha! He <i>cannot</i>, thanks to our wriggling friend.


A test. To prove your worth to Bhaal.


Diminuo te!


We've met. He warned me about Marcus - just before the attack.


I could use company.


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


Get yourself a bit of fun before it dries up.


Another step forward.


There were so many of us scattered through that place, to save so many was - it was brilliant. Just <i>brilliant</i>.


Dying Freezing to Death


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


You fear wolves, Shadowheart? I had not realised.


Owlbear tracks. Its nest must be nearby.


That is where I was... housed, yes. And thou needst not know why.


Fancy a bowl?


I'm the last to judge, big man. You were just following orders. And hey - that's all you have to do now.


Agilius!


Wait! That's Rina!


Cudo! v3


Well, you cannot understand Boo's wisdom. So I suppose we must listen to Jaheira instead.


I don't think most of us stop hoping, ever, really. Not even when duty stamps us down.


It's a gang. Pious thugs worshipping the god of petty justice. If you'd met them, you'd probably have a brand on your head - so, steer clear.


<i>A newborn? Unattended? How fortunate.</i>


*In a secluded place, all alone... it would be too easy to do away with her. Far beneath your talents.*


I hoped you'd say 'yes'.


Speak your troubles - or relinquish them.


Fine. Well, go on then.


Out of the way.


I intend to do just that. A trusty invisibility potion goes a long way in a place like this.


A githyanki slate. Give it here!


Imagine that <i>everywhere</i>. Wants, needs, choice - all would cease to be.


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


With ease.


Better go and help that wretch.<br>


If <i>he</i> still believes in you, I would not be overly concerned what your lady love thinks - goddess, or no.


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


But ain't no one but clan need to be using the forge back there - and we can't have you blabbing!


It's the bloody Underdark. Never know what mad shit you're gonna run into down here.


You ever scare me like that again, and I'll feed you to a gnoll.


You embrace your illithid self. Good - to deny it is as foolish as denying any other possible advantage, whatever the source.


Fine. As long as you fell the Absolute. I will repair the cracks and craters you leave behind.


Something's burrowed in there - something big.


How's that sound?


It's stuck fast. No amount of brute force is opening that.


A feisty morsel, isn't she? I respect the moxie.


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


What peace? If no one steps in, there'll be bodies piled high in the streets before long.


Hark! The lamb comes to the slaughter!


Unfortunate, nay, ineluctable, perchance evitable, to be confined in such immuring quarters.


Good news for us. There could be some useful potions inside.


And when he does, remember grandfather Sarevok. Remember how he helped you. Return to visit him, and tell the blood-drenched tale of your victory.


Mind... flayer...


Which way to the nearest library?


I'm sorry, Yonas...


Someone's in trouble. We have to help!


I must not be seen.


By the Exile - gone again!


On the contrary.


Certainly not!


Right. That seems to have worked.<br>


Punge!


That <i>kainchi</i> poet is no more tolerated in my training room than a <i>ghaik </i>would be tolerated on Vlaakith's throne.


*Ragzlin scowls, shocked by his own words, and a jolt shoots through your skull.*


*You feel a chill - plundering this altar will surely anger Selûne the Moonmaiden. Best to leave well enough alone.*


Go on - lads were gathered near the windmill last I looked.


We don't have time to waste retreading old ground. The power of the Chosen is growing.


Quite the title. Means absolutely nothing to me.


I feel a deadly righteousness burning in you. It threatens to consume all, unless you seek release.


*As you look at the skeletons, you realise they are all clad in the same dark armour.*


Oi, ugly!


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


I cannot help but wonder how she would have handled some of the challenges I faced as Archdruid. Defended the grove? Kagha? The Shadow Druids?


Voco murus!<br>v3


Burned from the inside out. Must've been our warlock friend.


Weak


Fun fact - musical instruments can also be used to murder.


Master, friend... I stayed with him until... until I knew he was gone.


Hmm!


Hmmm... Your story may be relevant, but the stench of this place is hardly suited to civilised conversation.


Now, I believe adventure awaits. Or misadventure, perhaps. Shall we?


I figgered a drow would know the broken road!


First, to Voss. Then, to Raphael's House of Hope.


Savour her company. Who's to say when Zariel might change her mind?


At last, we see you as the monster you are.


I guess so. I guess it all makes sense. But it doesn't feel right.


An unusual parasite, here. It's - it's reaching out to me.


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


*This creature can't activate the transponder.*


They promised me immortality. And they gave it - I have been their rotting trophy for <i>centuries.</i>


At the day's end, we must speak again.


I just told you! Six!


It'll be back. Be on your guard, or risk getting a <i>peck</i>!


True. But do not lose yourself to despair and fatalism. They tried to make victims of us, but we can take this opportunity to become gods.


You aren't going to scold me, are you, sir?


Dodge


Dying Burning<br>v5


That bloody Gazette - nothing but death, death, death.


Canto te!<br>v2


That should do it. Time to see what's back there.


Grab what you can and get out, that's my advice.


Two left hands, I see.


Onward, then - purification awaits us.


Two hundred years?... hard to remember...


Shall we?


Lets the faithful recognise one another quick-sharp. That way, nobody'll mess with you.


Yeah? What's that?


I won't refuse some company. So long as it's <i>outside </i>my head.


Right away.


Lucretious dead - circus unprotected. We leave - no choice.


Another step on the path.


<i>Stop this right now. You have a life ahead of you - don't waste it!</i>


Cut it out. There's worse than gnolls out there.


Resurg


I have performed deeds well and efficiently. Is this what you mean?


Hm, just thought of something.


Ab uno disce omnes!


I'm ready - I think. Am I? Yes.


Some days back, a slave gnome bolted with smokepowder. Handy stuff.


Let me do it. They sound <i>disgusting</i>.


*Still, there is time yet to set your course straight. All may be forgiven, if you serve her as Elminster instructed.*


Aha! That did it.


Hah! So thought my first teacher in the berserker arts. I gulped air like a greedy ox, so she set me pulling her cart until I learned better.


Right. Yes. More the fool me.


How good to see you.


Where's Shadowheart? I think she'll want a word.


<i>Please. </i>The things they are doing to that man... so crude and primitive.


Wildshape... that was no ordinary bear - that was a druid. Need to see the corpse.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


And now your path takes you to Baldur's Gate. I shall walk that path with you.


Our son - our beautiful boy, Enver, has been killed. Right before his prime. He was meant to be the Archduke, you know. Such senseless violence.


... hiding... frightened...


You hear that, Boo? We fight alongside a <i>Wychlaran</i> again.


Good fight, anyway. I needed that.


Master Halsin forgive us.


You're not a corpse yet.


Wolves will not obey? Be their alpha. <i>Make </i>them hear you.


But that very power - the power to resist illithid control - which Vlaakith only pretends to know, is how I've been protecting you.


Perure!


And I intend to. I can go anywhere, do anything, indulge in whatever hedonism or carnage I like. Once I stay out of the sun.


Dead. Seems these True Souls have their limits.


O sing a song of Elturel, when foes are at her door.


Recovered


Eh. Apparently not. Anyway, I thought it was pretty great. He didn't stand a <i>chance </i>against you.


There's enough blood to make a believer out of anyone.


*You search for anything you recognise - a letter, a rune, something - but there's nothing. You can't even tell what script it's written in.*


I thought you might want to get your mind off things. I know <i>I</i> do.


*All smiles and salutes. You're clearly not the thieving scum they took you for.*


*You have defiled the creature's land. You must be disciplined.*


Our enemies still draw breath.<br>


*Ragzlin's rage scorches your mind, hot and black. It squeezes you, suffocates you.*


Devella's finished her report. You can let them pass.


Keep strong!


Nice to be in a crowd of <i>normal </i>people for once.


Not like we have anyone in charge now. Zev's dead.


It's good to have you here. Thanks for everything you've done.


Victory v2


Once Gale tasted of godhood, he was always bound to fill himself full. May he be wiser than he is cocksure, for his own sake.


She is trying her <i>very best </i>to kill me. By sending you.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


<i>Their names are Arnell Hallowleaf, and his wife, Emmeline. </i>


Ketheric's vulnerable now. All we have to do is strike.


These fungal spores are everywhere.


Esto perpetua!


Better to have on hand than not.


Don't mind if I do.


Have a little faith, Lia. If anyone can get us out, he can.


The Absolute's... chosen few... my brother... they hear... Her words...


<i>Looks like that Crown could use some Netherstones. If these things were ever going to work, it's now.</i>


Hope your soul is in good hands.


Let's get out of here. I've always hated this place. Stupid fucking gigantic bridge or whatever.


Even jerky was meat once.


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


Venerable Vlaakith. Please, I beg you to listen. I seek -


My loyalty lies with Gortash. He <i>is</i> Baldur's Gate.


Please. It's Wyll, right? We don't have to do this.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Some bloody help.


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


I can't see anything. Something's wrong.


Interesting. I wonder if those blueprints survived.


Tell the fellow on the door 'little serpent, long shadow'. He'll take good care of you.


Where do you think you're going? Take the artefact to the Inquisitor. Now.


I didn't think that would work. This shadow curse is something else.


Malleus! v3


*This was the pod of someone whose tadpoling happened bloodily: they damaged themselves fighting back.*


Can't risk being in open view.


The battle won't be won down here.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


What did that do?


More blood and death. Don't know about you, but I'll never get used to it.


Quiet at last - don't interrupt it.


<i>Me too. We nearly lost everything.</i>


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


Sod off or I'll fetch my mum. She was tough as worg meat <i>before</i> the Absolute came along.


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


Nere was soft. No reason for you to strut about like a damn hero.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


I will... have... to... try... even... harder... to be... heard...


You louse, you mite!


On the move!


Clag-bottomed coward!


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Kill her.


A statue of Shar - but it's been vandalised. What is that symbol?


Aww, where's your clan? Bet they'd exile you for that brainworm in a blink.


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


The Absolutists worked a number on me at Moonrise. And you're the best hope I've got at payback.


Deftness is called for.


Be right there.<br>


Not much use anymore.


GruntDisgust<br>var 1


Buff


I'm talking.


Karlach? You are... well?


So? I'll be back by then.


I'll pay you back. When I find my mum.


Voco glacies!


I can't work without a blueprint.


No. Annihilation is the only option.


I wouldn't last a tenday in a place with this many rules.


Watch how you go - there's a trap.


Hold still so that Boo might nibble at your bonds.


Laridda. He speaks the maxim. He can help.


A little gratitude would be nice.


Open up.


<i>But... maybe </i>I'm <i>an evil freak too.</i>


Gnoll birth makes ceremorphosis look like a doddle.


You listening?


DIE.


Odd things. Wonder what plane they're from.


A pity. Just be grateful I'm not a 'true' vampire.


Astarion, we need to talk. We know you're a vampire.


No. And pestering the craftsman won't speed things up!


Should steel myself first.


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


Voco potentia!<br>v3


The Nine Hells of Baator. Each its own domain, each with its own archdevil to rule it.


Of course. You're a civilian. You shouldn't be involved in this.


Damn it. Have to find another way in.


I guess I can take care of myself. I mean, I've gotten this far.


Hard to forget idiots like these. I don't think I'll bother trying.


I can buy m'own bloody drinks, <i>thanks.</i>


I see things clearly now. If I wish to master the Weave, I must do it myself.


This plane is full of disturbing creatures.


*Your party's prior transgressions are reflected in its stare, as witnessed by the cult's ever-alert scrying eyes.*


These sigils... what were they for?


The blessed will... conquer all.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 1


I need a shovel to dig this up.


A little background, if your moral compass needs something to point at...


Victory<br>


Can't say I'm not expecting more of those sea devils to pop out of the water - let's hope they don't.


Go ahead - try me, ya shit!


Lead, then. Take us to our cure.


Your cheeks are flush, there's a twinkle in your eye... but I think I am no longer the cause.


*In Memory of Warrick Marsh, dearly missed by both of his wives.*


You are doing so well - do not give in now!


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


As my father once told me: 'Can we get on with it?'


And across this land
such evil we'll sow.


*The Grand Duke sees Mizora and her infernal sisters. He sees the agony in Wyll's face as an impossible choice is set before him.*


And eventually your skull will split and you'll cough up a mess of tentacles.


I can put you to rights.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min0:36-1:23<br>var 1


<i>Requiescant in tumultu.</i>


Hold fast, I'm coming.


<i>Chk. </i>The torch is useless in these cursed shadows.


I am hoarding more to myself than a squirrel anticipating winter.


The shadow curse still taints the land. Perhaps we could have lifted it, had we tried.


Idle Peace 02<br>v2


You don't know what this means. You don't know what you're asking me to do.


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


Another gem. They must be used for something.<br>


The shadow curse will soon be forgotten, thanks to us.


If the githyanki is willing to help, we will have no need of the rogue illithid.


This is all a game to you, isn't it?


More than you realise, girl. All you know comes from my tutelage. Before me, you were... you were of a very different stripe.


Didn't work. What now...


And I found 'em first, so you can find your own bleedin' grave to rob.<br>


'Annihilate'.


He's down. Time to hit him with all I've got.


Pigeon feathers. No sign of the bird.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


She must make every battle her bloodiest yet. She must make herself<i> </i>unerasable, too.


Do you think me a fool? Zenovia, that was an attempted assault on my person - time to do what I paid you for.


I've never been on first-name terms with a god before. It could have its perks.


Better check if it has anything worth taking.


Oh, this should work perfectly.


Ahh, that was so freshening!


I'd worry about yourself first. That thing isn't meant to operate outside Avernus. I'm not sure how much longer it'll keep running, the way it's going.


A paladin? <i>She</i> will want to meet you.


Victory v2


*Sensing your presence, the gnoll's tadpole writhes in ecstasy, echoing your command.*


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


Time to press ahead.<br>


It's one or the other.


<i>Moon. Sun. All remind me...</i>


I just wanted everything back - back the way it was.


The shipments are progressing, Disciple. Though I do not trust the mercenaries. The <i>infidels.</i>


I'd rather be stuck together, honestly.<br>


Hm. All right.


You are soon to witness the people of Baldur's Gate granting me complete power over them. All out of fear of the Absolute.


You're so close. Don't lapse now.


It's <i>Gyldro Angleiron</i> for gods' sakes! If you knew how good he was, trust me, you'd feel exactly the same way.


Make an offer. <i>Tempt me.</i>


When did you turn? Why?


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


Indeed. These creatures are mightier than they look.


<i>The Brilliant Retort</i>, for starters. Here you are, as promised.


YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW


Get our bearings. Make our way home. Hope we don't run into any more trouble.


You are my friend still, and so honesty is owed. You. Are. <i>Hideous.</i>


*If you take her at her word, you can't possibly fulfil your mission in good conscience. But break the terms of your pact, and the consequences will be unfathomable.*


I should speak up.


Well, that was invigorating.


Manip Nestor may have given you the benefit of the doubt but I've got my eye on you, make no mistake.


Next time, tie them to the ground, and do not release them until you are both satisfied.


Hurt Critical


(Shut it! Both of you! I hear someone.)


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


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


Hope the forge is close by - I'm sweating from the heat.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


But it was nice thinking about what might have been, if fate had chosen differently.


I hate it, but Rolan is right. Every moment here is another we risk dying at the hands of greenskins.


Hit it again!


What's this?


Closed Mouth Effort v6


The Rite of Profane Ascension will be mine, and he won't see a scrap of its glory. I am going to complete the ritual as the Ascendant, and then I am going to kill him.


Boo would squeeze through, but he just had lunch.


Finally. That djinni will pay for this.<br>


I don't know... the anger was simple. I understood it, found comfort in it. Now I don't know what to believe.


Perhaps he will not. Perhaps he is the monster we believe him to be.


Hold - who are you, and what are you doing here?


What's hiding here?


Pizzled rancour!


Ah, well - no need to involve your guests, I should think.


A pair of wings.


There appears to be an amount of... cosmetic damage.


Let's just stick to the plan, now that we have one. Agreed?


*The druid realises you're the thief. The idol will not be allowed to leave. Neither will you.*


I'll tan your hide, beast!


I don't like the look of that mushroom. I should stay clear.


She's likely off partying in the Feywild. She'll be back when she's tuckered out. Don't worry - she does this <i>all</i> the time.


Excellent - now all I need is that lantern.


Evanesco!


Wrong. I might have to wait another hundred years - maybe a thousand - but my time will come. Your time is over, little mouse.


I thank you for seeking me out. Amid all this merriment I wasn't sure we'd have a chance to speak this evening.


Wot you still 'anging around for, devil-girl?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Right. I'm sure you have all of this in hand - we'll see you in the Guildhall when the job is done!


Dame Aylin's nowhere to be seen. We've made a powerful enemy if she slipped through Rolan's fingers.


Dost thou require a resurrection?


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


Victory v4


Talona? You want to let <i>Talona</i> loose in our city?


Piss-addled pontificator.


The Nightsong is dead. Permanently.


Urdlen's teat, that's nasty!


Falling<br>var 3


Argh. ARGH!


I know who lives behind this <i>ghaik</i> disguise: the source of my bruises and the source of my joy -


The House is excessive, overwrought, and ever-so-seedy - a perfect reflection of its owner.


Your fall was as spectacular as your birth - the purest Bhaalspawn there ever was, ruined by their own hubris.


Para bellum!<br>v2


Gods - a mirror that steals memories? Horrific.<br>


Your wisdom does you credit. Mine, I'm afraid, is outweighed by need.


Oh wow, yours is much better.


Y - you said to hide my identity.


PainOpen<br>var 3


Focus on the fight.


Poxy pissered pervert!


The plait and fringe? Yes - on your instructions, of course. You were very intent on a bold look, I think you said. My hands were cramped by the time I finished, but you were very pleased.


Come on then.


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


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


I'll get us out of here, Cal - even if I need to kill every bastard in this hellspit.


Why didn't you make the kill? My instructions were clear!


Inexpugnabilis!


Ew. No. Just travelling together.


But it worked. I feel good. Strong. Happy!


You see, it's <i>your </i>blood that caused the conflagration you just witnessed. Imagine!


Effort v10


When the people think his name or see his likeness, they must imagine a hero, not a horror.


Arabella?


I will remove the parasite. I will see the <i>kith'rak</i> dead, and present his head to Vlaakith herself.


You are right, of course. There is still much evil for Boo and Minsc to stamp out - but we need not fight it alone!


You bloody idiot. If Zarys doesn't get that chest, she'll have us all killed.


Mm-hmm.


Plenty... to have... none... to tell...


Let's have a look at myself...


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


A Harper pin. Must've been on a covert operation down here.


This crossbow was exquisitely designed. No duergar crafted this... its dark grace is most definitely Sharran in origin.


It's hard to believe. You were so callous, I didn't think you gave a damn about us. And yet you helped us - <i>again</i>. Why?


Nothing interesting buried here.


This <i>outsider </i>will take word once I've spoken to her. We must focus on the rite.


No, I'm afraid that won't do. You shall simply have to go out and slay something decidedly more dramatic.


It's done. Shadowheart's gone. We did the right thing - right?


That can't be all of Dribbles. Come on - let's find the rest.


Promise it will last less than half an hour?


Reckon here's where that drider convoy came from.


I don't understand. We're <i>nothing </i>to him, nothing to anyone. He never stopped telling us that.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 1


Thanks for letting us do this. There wasn't time for a proper send-off for... for the dead.


Obviously! But he's <i>my </i>big bear.


The tadpole's weakened me, suppressed greater talents. But beyond that -


It's my master you should thank. When you got yourself into this predicament, he sent me to help.


We can use that.


Para bellum!<br>v3


Yes.


So I turn to you, the former ruler of the cult of Bhaal.<br>


And I wouldn't dream of keeping you from it.


Do you feel that warmth in your heart at his memory? Death does not mean you are apart - he is here every time you speak of him.


Te absolvo!


Nothing will stand in my way.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 3


Yes! I has lots of stuffs, just for you!


The priestess is slain. And the horde is weaker for it.


*The Dark Urge. Whatever that is. That is you.*


*Volo slowly brings the ice pick closer to your eye.*


You should have left when you had the chance!


Enough, already - we need to stop this thing!


Now, the final decision rests with you. Whatever you choose, I shall be by your side.


Weak


Curiosity is a trait we all share.


Falling<br>Var 3


Oh my, you found me.<br>


Closed Mouth Effort


A most unusual madness.


A stitch in time saves... well. You know.


How did you even find this place?


Can I touch yer horns?


I know. We're nearly done.


Kiai<br>var 2


'Took advantage.' Like you were some waif without a will of her own? You threw your lot in with mine. Willingly. Whatever came next falls at your feet, Karlach.


Come. We will talk in private. Just the two of us.


The choice is made. Kagha: burn the tainted away. Start with the snitch.


Obedi me!<br>v2


Incende!


The brain... it has found a little brawn.


There's no time to waste.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


Resisto acidum!


After all - you can't take a blade to the prince while the illithid still binds him.


You're with me, toad.


Am I still breathing?


Excuse me, I <i>must</i> return to my work. The Baldur's Mouth Tavern Review doesn't write itself.


Yes?


My old - well, a long time ago, someone carved infernal runes into my back. They are a fragment of a contract. I'd like to know what the full contract says.


Already turned quite the profit today, so I'm feeling generous.<br>


Strange marking. What's it mean?


It was a long time ago. The wounds don't heal, but they become more bearable.


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


Find Halsin... knows parasites... studied them...


<i>That was awful. Just awful. You haven't even IMPROVED since your last attempt! </i>


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


You can't summon a dead ogre, it turns out.


This is hopeless. You have to get them out of that building!


How was the reunion? I trust you demonstrated your particular spark of creative genius?


Still another githyanki disc. I'll see what Lae'zel has to say.


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


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


-prism-
-prism?-

        ---KEY-


The Gondians stand with you, my friend.


Damn it... the cage! Got to put out that fire.


Caveat incantator!


I knew you were tough, but a killer?


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


Spoil sport.


Allow me, friend.


This is a Harper rune. There must be a stockpile nearby.


Snore
zzZzz


I <i>knew</i> they wanted us dead. I knew it!


Thank you - Ilmater smiles upon us this day. Feel free to look around the temple.


*You'd give your life to save it, to nurse it back to health!*<br>


That's it, then. Back to the Ringmaster.<br>


I can see... Makes me wonder how deep and dark those talents of yours run...


Do you trust Jaheira?


Feck off while you still can.


Some power for the taking.


<i>He's done nothing of the kind. I have his latest order in my pocket. And he already has his update on its progress. </i>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


The Absolute's aims are not yet clear to me. But its progress towards domination is clear.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 2


I'll let you live. I'll even let you keep the privilege of my alliance. In exchange, you'll keep your fangs away from me and anyone in our group.


Hm. Just beware that adoptive piety does not turn to sentimentality.


Breath_Fast<br>Var 2


Effort


Ketheric's killer. Turned the corpse-lover to carrion when you took his stone.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Shout


<i>We could attempt to sneak past - our just fight our way through.</i>


Must you stick out your neck for every dimwit in distress?


I. AM. OWED!


May your boots always find home in a butt.


Something's alive down here. I'm not sure I want to meet it.


This must be where he was making them - there's no shortage of evidence.


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


The Faceless grows weary of her current form - did you see her this morning?


When you prove yourself not to be an incompetent idiot.


Feels like we're walking into a trap. Hope you know what you're doing, Lae.


Effort v11


My baby. My baby girl.


This place is a bloody death trap, not a sanctuary. You should clear off while you can.


*The poison burns your throat, but the goblins follow your lead.*


Hope you've picked your last words.


You damn fool!


Holy hells. <i>Under-dwarf.</i>


Kiai


AgreeOpen<br>var 1


Consuming Gold<br>var 2