Curious vault - must be protecting something awfully valuable...<br>


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Hah. Greys... don't <i>share</i>...


Please, let him rest.


Maybe I'll just have one more...


Here the granddaughter lies. Let us bring them back together, Boo.


Isobel. That's the name of the cleric at Last Light Inn, right?


This disc is embellished with <i>tir'su</i> script.


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


Looks like part of the Netherbrain. But we'll need to be higher up to climb it.


Queue's just ahead.


Let me make it easy for you.


Ugh... sure.


Far, far <i>far</i> too small for me.


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


AgreeClosed<br>var 1


I've got your back.<br>


Malleus!


<i>I told you we had one solution. You rejected it. </i>


I won't fail the Absolute like the others. Honest I won't - I was always the smartest.


I should bash your teeth in. Yeah, think I will.


I've long sought to return to Moonrise Towers. It seems our fates have aligned.


Impero tibi!


Our bargain is at an end - unless, perhaps, you've a spicier deal?


Slice and drain. Slaughter and spill.


They are but echoes, they recall not a manner of speech - thus I lent them my rhetoric.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


*The <i>ghaik</i>'s corpse twitches, then collapses again. It will speak no more.*


<i>Hgh--nzzt.</i> Or perhaps not. Your mind is far more complex than that of the fungi.


Stronger than before. Much stronger.


None shall defeat me.


Laughter


Come - they've disturbed my first peaceful sleep in a lifetime. Reason enough to be rid of them.


Someone knew how to have fun.


Whoa, not so fast. Let's get the lay of the land before we settle on the scorched earth routine.


Someone hid a note under the canvas. It'd be rude not to read it.


<i>I hope he rots in the Hells, where he belongs. He always was a nasty little monster.</i>


Not necessarily.


Pressure steady. Are we at temperature yet?


I know that feeling. My oath is forsaken once more.


I don't recognise these rocks. They are too strong to break by force alone.


I can't lose you.


Show me your resolve in actions, not words.


Wow. That was pretty fantastic.


You walk with death's mantle on your shoulders - your hand as steady as the Lord of the Dead's.


You got the coin this time?


Hmm... that map had marked this spot.


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


Attack<br>var 4


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Easy.


Eh... you're a True Soul? All that I said before - just... just forget it.


CoughIll<br>var 1


Until, of course, your mistress inevitably discards you. And there is much she does not tell you - a terrible blood price that may extend beyond my own death.


I will pray for you. My daughter...her name is Obelia.


Not how I wanted you to open your heart.


Te exsecror!<br>v3


You <i>pest</i>!


Yes, dear sister, I know we have places to be. We'll leave once our good friends here have departed.


I doubt many will seek to surrender. But if they do... mercu costs us nothing, Karlach.


*A memory shard. A container onto which brief mental impressions are projected, and stored for years at a time.*


Barton, the door's open!


I don't understand - what am I supposed to do?


A house of healing, from the looks of it.


Then you two have much to discuss after I'll have taken my leave.


Seems the owner of this place is responsible for those explosive stuffed bears in the barn.<br>


Good. Continue to the helm.


Falling down a deep, dark hole is the kindest death you'll find in the Underdark.


<i>Vlaakith wanted his power, but Orpheus rose against her. And so she sealed him and his loyal honour guard within this Prism.</i>


Agh! What happened? I feel so... drained.


I did not invite you to approach my tent. I need privacy while I recover from my ordeal at Moonrise.


Hands off those levers. Who's to say what they'll do?


I think so, yes. At least for now.


Lots of blood... Some pink stains, too.


Seems like that Selûnite amulet might catch your eye, Gale.


Curious contraptions. More advanced than what I had at my disposal in the Grove.


Kristeen didn't clean the cookware, Mother Mona.


If you ain't with the Absolute, you're the enemy.


Need to find a way forward.<br>


General... Thorm's... orders...


I work alone. If you wish to join a patrol, speak to the <i>kith'rak.</i>


Bene curatur!<br>v3


A phrase of power - that might grant us access to the devil's treasures, it seems.


Thou hast seen with thine own eyes and felt in thine Urges: the Dead Three unite.


He is <i>here</i>.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


You saved the city from one terror. I pray you can do it again.


<i>Urk. The world's spinnin'... Heh. The stones look alive, all wriggly. Damn, this is some good beer.</i>


Neither did I.


Wulbren... my... Wulbren...


I'll take that.


I won't do nothin'! Please stop!


Goodness me, that's terrible!


I found it around the neck of a thug in Baldur's Gate. It was speckled with blood, my friend nowhere to be found.


Moving.


There are two paths to the Temple of Bhaal: to carve your devotion into flesh, or to be the carcass that is carved upon.


No, of course. Why stay somewhere safe and comfortable when we could be in mortal peril?


Moving ahead.


It's Ironhand we favoured most. Seems he didn't favour us back. Leave me, please.


Ignis!


Not getting back in that thing.


They drop corpses down into the tunnels below the tower. Enough to feed an army of us!


Need to keep these things at bay until Halsin's back.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale


The road home is up ahead. Baldur's Gate. Anything left undone, we should do it now, before it's too late.


For the best. Death is too good for it.


Those shades might come streaming in any moment now...


A handy little trick.


Don't act like we're friends, devil. I know what you are. I know who you serve.


*Magic tickles your senses. Someone, or something, has tampered with his memory.*


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


*You picture a cup, ancient and elven: priceless. Drinking from it honours the dead - those lost to Lolth's predation.*


You're all the same. I'd sooner spit in your shitter than trust a single damn word.


I can't tell if this is a temple or a library.


Who do you love, Minthara?


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


I am so much more than what you made me.


You paid us to protect you and your <i>high-quality </i>merchandise on the road - and we've since arrived at our destination.


Yes, but they were Gortash's idea - which makes him the inventor!


Before you decide - let us speak.


Astele did not have <i>whims</i>. She was a criminal, yes. Even a brute, when she had to be.


If you see any Steel Watchers, send them our way. We could use a bit more of their presence here.


Mushrooms - poisonous, if memory serves.


Very curious. In all my readings on the effects of illithid parasites, I've never come across any accounts of correlating dreams between infected parties.


Healing's on the way.


I DO NOT TRICK. I COLLECT THE TOLL! YOU WILL PAY!


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


But what does it mean?


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


Tell him, or don't - it doesn't matter, so long as you grant me the killing blow.


Oh, my hand slipped.


You heard him! GO.


I am Ulma, of the Gur. You know my people. You helped your master bring us down.


<i>Sharee!</i> That's Infernal for 'cheers'.


I'll let you two catch up - I'm sure you've got plenty to talk about.


Someone's diary. Might explain what happened here.


Are you ready for the Absolute's mark on your flesh?


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


The butcher calls.


You were meant to kill the bard, my Liege. Then throw her into a ditch, river, pit, bog, or whathaveyou.


Shadowheart... she's dead. What happened?


The boss is down! Don't let 'em get away with the light!


How should I do that exactly? Carve out my soul to serve with a nice side of turnips?


If you have a problem, speak to one of the other Fist. A rabid worg organised this inventory, judging by the mess they've left me.


My word, this is a place where nightmares come to die.


My tribe can tell you everythin' there is to know. Absolute blessed one of our own - Priestess Gut.


Such beauty. Such power.


The last prayer will be spoken and the rite will conclude. When the coming army swarms, the brambles will keep us safe.


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


The Crown doth rest at the bottom of the Chionthar to this day. Drained of all of its power, it is a mere trinket now.


My skull... My mind... Feels like it's being carved open...


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 2


AgreeOpen<br>var 3


That took the edge off.


Let's see what you're hiding.


It is done. Your heartform has revealed itself to me.


Playtime's over, pet.


But if you change your mind...


Next time - more careful next time. For certain. Thank you - for your help.


*The orb settles within you. It is sated, yet dissatisfied - a disturbing development, but one you need not act on, for now.*


They tormented the githyanki for information about the Prism. Gods...


Until such time, be availed of my services.


Like a... creature. Pulse. Heat. Desire.


Voco arvina!<br>v2


We didn't die today. Tomorrow, perhaps. But not today. Thanks to you.


But every glyph is bent or mirrored, every symbol disordered. I can make no sense of it -


Go on. Don't skimp, neither!


To the wetlands, is it? Why couldn't it have been an inn, or a winery?<br>


Gosh - I must say, flattery will get you everywhere!


Lady light your way.


I suppose you'll just have to get up there and change that. No pressure, kin.


OI, PRIEST! YOU GONNA LET THIS'UN GIVE CHEEK TO YOUR GOD?


*The future of the Githyanki Empire rests in your hands. And you know just how to mould it...*


This is supposed to be Sendai, a Bhaalspawn who planned to make war on her brother. But we got to her first.


I smell a trap.


You're lucky I respect him. One more chance, then - tell me about the relic.


No! The lantern!


I could hit a pixie from a hundred paces.


<i>Ask your sire - he knows. You are all bound to each other. And to me.</i>


And you are a worthy ally.


You do realise what we're signing up for here, don't you?


You - get to the grove. Help the drow Minthara kill the lot.


I'll take the pain away.


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


Gonna <i>dress</i> you in your own innards - how's that?


The way is open. Let us go to war.


*The view through Nere's eyes is a blur. You only make out a bit of rubble and few moving figures.*


Light on my feet.


Seemed to work.<br>


I don't know who you are, but I'm glad you were there.


Thrinn's after the Absolute's glory - that's why she's got those slaves digging for Nere.


Recovered <br>V3


Now thou art illithid, thou must know the truth.


Incredible. Like I'm really alive. Like <i>we </i>can finally be real.


You haven't heard? The Absolute's cronies have been busy chopping people up like it's going out of style.


In a hurry, are we?


I doubt they'll have any books on breaking contracts with devils, though. We'll have to figure that one out for ourselves.


You will bloody our hands, <i>He</i> will make us whole.


I don't... Oh, gods.


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


I can't see a thing.


New master, old master. Don't matter, just keep 'em happy.


Falling


I almost hope he never found out why.


There's nothing left those rats can take from me.


Yet again, the weapon eludes us. I've heard even Kith'rak Voss is searching now.


First I was burned within in inch of my life, and now I'm stuck playing pantomime. I can't take it anymore.


That... is none of your business. Let's just concentrate on survival, yes?


You did well to help those people escape Ketheric. Every soul saved is a blessing, and you're raining them upon us.


A lot of effort to hide one sarcophagus.


So, only a mind flayer can wield the stones, from what the Emperor said. And not a part-illithid either - the full-blown thing.


Your offering is accepted. Kneel.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


Attack<br>var 4


Ira!


I shall avoid every gaze.


Probably a waste of time.


Yeah, I stowed away on a <i>mind flayer ship </i>so I could bring the war home. Makes perfect sense.


With him gone and the city near ruin, your call is to unleash the Heart of the Gate.


Umberlee's tits, that's the last time I hit the mead that hard.


*Nothing about the lantern strikes you as unusual.*


*The surface of the pillar is cool. Unnaturally so, given the heat of Avernus.*


Prodding around.


Nothing... Was telling... The truth...


I... I suppose I did. You've been good to us - to both of us. Gomwick would be happy I'm with you, I think.


The key is free. And it looks fancy -from the Counting House, maybe?


<i>Ghaik </i>prison.


By the hells, is that... a lava elemental? <br>


What's that ticking?<br>


P-please don't! I won't rat you out, I swear! J-just leave me be.


Vos curo!


You won't fight the coming battle alone. As long as the city stands, I will stand with it. This is my promise.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


Ale me!


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 3


*Not to mention a comfy armchair, a roaring fire, and a glass of fine wine.*


Snore
zzZzz


In actual fact, I'm going to eat them up even faster and more voraciously than I did before. How about that?


We've been travelling with a vampire this whole time?


Gauntlet - report to the manip and send for reinforcements. We must find the Duke.


Caeco te!<br>v3


I wouldn't take it too personal. Ettvard gets his lines from up top, then gets all worked up over it.


Let me give you a hand.


Just this once.


Broken... fake... broken... fake...


Te exsecror!<br>v2


Bone SPLIT. Flesh TORN. All for the Dread Lord!


Yeah, and I'd do the same again. He weren't my responsibility.


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


Survival is all that matters.


Come now. You're as much a prisoner of this place as I. Let us aid one another.


A toy. It's not important.


Is this some kind of joke? Oskar's in the city, and he's a <i>criminal</i>?


Low and quiet.


AHHH!


What, can't take a joke? Fine, look-


A welcome face. How can I help?


Non fit injura!


A <i>devil</i>? Spare me. Blathering windbags in love with the sound of their own voices.


Interesting. My ardents reported that an istik survived the crashed ghaik slave-vessel.


Yes, but who knows what's inside? It could be worth more than any purse she'll offer.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


Looks like that hurt.


You killed my friend. Answer to me. <i>Now!</i>


<i>Let us seek out the Netherbrain and finish this. </i>


Last nippled meatslab called me Shovel. Don't like it? Change it.


You're close, Myrkul - I can feel your shadow! Give my brother back, <i>please.</i>


I've spotted a trap. Move with purpose.


Loviatar - a goddess who thrives on pain. This book must be for her followers.


Empty again? These mugs got holes in 'em or somethin'?


Hardly the right moment for that!


Frange! v3


Ut ventus!<br>v3


Sorry, Derryth.


And good luck to you, my friend. Be safe.


Backtrack along the road to the east. They were travelling with a wagon.


Recovered <br>V2


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


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


That bloody goblin...


But I'll have the chance - thanks to you.


Flagello!


There's got to be another way in.


*The corpse jerks and gasps lifelessly.*


Attack Critical<br>var3


Sweeting, I'm no fortune-teller. If I had a crystal ball, I promise I'd already have consulted it.


Well, not exactly. But it's only a matter of time.


Hmph. I thought you'd understand. Guess not.


Meet the one who killed him.


Effort v12


I did not. He slipped by me, although how I do not know.


Now <i>this </i>will hurt.


By the Exile - gone again!


Then let's go inside - don't be scared.


Blasted fog is everywhere.


Didn't mean to hold out on you. Just didn't think you'd be interested, is all.


Only proven allies should know of our condition. Anyone else? Keep your lips sealed.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Some bloody help.


Wait - that's it? We're just walking away?


I saw a Steel Watcher rip some poor sod clean in two - I guess we need that sort of thing on our side, the way things are going.


You act a fighter, but a fool's a fool.


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


Tick tock. You can't avoid talking to me forever. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to keep a devil waiting?


You have no control of yourself - you are worse than a beast. And I will put you down like one.


A ritual circle. Looks like it was used in the crafting of Moonlanterns.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v3


Saw you in the broadsheet - makes a change from them fawning over Lord Gortash.


Inquisitor W'wargaz has the Queen's ear, so we have no choice but to follow him in this folly.


Excellent. If we ever become friends, I'll know what to call you.


Cannot stop... Master says so...


Afraid your payday's been canceled. Budget cuts and all that.


I can smell the heady smoke of the Dwarffather's forge all around you, cleric. Be welcome.


Death becomes you.


On the double.


I think these were the people Father Lorgan was trying to help.


*The cub becomes more agitated, running away with a squawk.*


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Can't read this script.


Bene curatur!<br>v3


Karlach's all fire and fury. I pray to the Triad it doesn't consume her.


Another who didn't survive.


Obey, my child, and be forgiven.


I'm going to have to teach you some obedience.


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


PRAISE BOOOAL! PRAISE BOOOAL'S CHOSEN!


It's scum like you that make my job difficult - get out of here.


In that case, we will require two of <i>you</i>. And indeed, I suggest it because I have never seen a creature as fair as this pale beau beside you.


You did your good deed, but Torm's still watching you - don't disappoint him now.


Ah. That did it.


Dying


The doll! That must be the source of Mayrina's curse - I should tread lightly.


Did a child make this? A dim-witted one, perhaps?


Your bomb will most certainly do the trick. Place it directly on the Neurocitor - and then run like every fiend of the Nine Hells snaps at your heels.


I can't see a thing.


A Faithwarden speaks with the authority of the four elements. When you speak, the circles will listen.


Let's spill some blood.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


Hold on - you're a <i>vampire?!</i>


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


What-cha... this'n's some <i>booyahg</i>! They're tryna magick me!


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


Finding... new path... Towers...


I'm, <i>ahem</i>, soberly pondering my state of affairs, and not wishing to drag a single happy soul into a state of melancholy.


I <i>am</i> death.


It's not my job to coddle workshy, disorganised minstrels. It's <i>your</i> job to turn up on time with everyone else. Sod off.


Voco potentia!<br>v2


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


*Could this be the crown worn by the elder brain? The word of a devil counts for little, but perhaps you might find more reliable proof on the arcane bookshelves of Sorcerous Sundries...*


Hells. We're attracting too much attention!


Have it your own way! The important thing is we've learned a great deal about these parasites.


The road to Baldur's Gate will be easy compared to that.


But we shouldn't regret the bargain, not for one instant. Raphael can have his crown, if it means breaking Orpheus free and slicing him open.


Effort v8


It's getting dark. Can't hold on.<br>


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


I will savour your final breath. My last kill before <i>becoming.</i>


I'll be in the hollow. Don't you dare make trouble.


Move along, little bug.


Poor woman. Nothing we can do for her.


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


We should find him, maybe he can help?


Falling


I love the smell of fireworks. Reminds me of grandma's stories of home.


Invoco te!


I - I felt paralysed to do anything about Cazador for so many decades.


I fear we do not have the luxury of time. Last Light has fallen - we alone remain to stop Ketheric from marching on the city.


A whole lifetime's worth of art on display - but to what audience?


And I'm here to save you again.


How many die today? How many die tomorrow?


Whatever killed those gnolls might be nearby. Careful.


Be ready. Whoever - or whatever - did this could be close.


Then congrats - you've met her. Pity she's no time for addled twats with the charm of a cock nailed to a mast. Now, leave me in bloody peace.


A shame - the Mistress of the Night and the Maiden of Pain could have such <i>fun </i>together.


But no matter - you rule us now. What comes next?


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic.


*As she kisses you deeply, it feels as familiar as breathing.*


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


Pfft. It's a miracle I'm still alive!


Yes! Soldier, you're saving me. Every time you speak my name, fight beside me, share what's yours, I'm reminded that I'm alive. Properly alive. And free.


It's not like that.


A strange coin. I wonder what it's worth.


Shame... the stories... I could... have told...


No, Zorru. Not a one.


EffortMouthOpen<br>ver 1


*Sob.*


I'm grateful that you did. Most would have abandoned me to my fate, rather than take on a Chosen of the god of Murder.


We must take this advantage. Githyanki perish in bloodbaths, not dreary curses.


A dragon-rider. My kin are hunting - blood will be spilled.


They will follow close. Do not leave the light!


Seems we don't need a combination for the door after all.


I can't see a thing.


Wait. I'm not sure I like that look in your eyes. What's wrong?


Heh. She'd yell at me for that metre. And make me play it over and over again.


I'm sorry, but our baby girl... our baby...


I can't. I won't. Now - stop!


Victory v4


You shared your body with the fiend who holds my soul. I can forgive it. I can't forget it.


Best of luck with the protocol! May my cold, dead hands soon be refilled with the warmth of life so they can shake yours in gratitude.


I... I think I might have hurt people here. Learned how to break their bodies, their spirits...


I was hoping you'd say that.


There's a safe in the back - within is everything I know about hags and their abominations.


I made myself clear - and I am not in the habit of offering second chances. Our paths part here - I only hope <i>one</i> of us has the means to finish this fight.


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


A list of names... Father Lorgan's on here, crossed off. A target list, perhaps?


Won't win this war on our arses, will we?


((*Sovereign. she has come. the Rot has come*))


He's dead. Good riddance.<br>


And when they are dead, the Absolute will reward your faith. As will I.


Might find something useful.


*Without a parasite in your head, nothing you have to say will be of interest here.*


Hear me out - your life depends on it. We've both got the same problem... though only I might have the solution.


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 2


You're welcome in the 'Maid any time. The old girl is as much your home as she is mine - and I'll gut anyone who says otherwise.


Hey! Something bit me.


You're not actually intending to waste time hunting this Karlach person, are you?


Ugh. Well, that's a start, but we need the whole clown before we return to the Ringmaster.


What - what are you doing? G-get away from me!


*A ghoulish display. It is clear the victim suffered greatly before dying and being put on show.*


Effort v3


I've never seen anything like this place. I've never dreamt of anything like this place.


SmileClosed<br>var 3


We made short work of those who would hunt Astarion.


Please - promise that you'll be the shield that defends, the sword that slays, and the hammer that rebuilds. Be our champion.


You protected a child-stealing vampire? Bold choice.


That's what you want, isn't it? To be mine? Forever?


It's those damn shadows. Be ready!


Who knows what he may have up his rotten sleeve.


Another gem. They must be used for something.<br>


Then you must tell Astarion you are no longer on the menu.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


*The rat sounds like it's describing the sacred rites of Shar's Dark Justiciars.*


You betray the very reason you were hatched into this plane.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death


Well that's just bloody rude.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


I've never committed a crime in my life - that has to count for something. It <i>has</i> to.


Oi, ugly!


This place reeks of death.


Vos curo!<br>v2


We have long awaited your return, sister. Please, do not delay. The Mother Superior awaits.


Don't mind if I do.


Monsters both, then. Viper to viper. Beast to beast.


Vincit qui patitur!


Dissolve!


I am not sure why this is such sad news...? Your mother is with us! Not this very moment, no - Boo thinks she is probably shouting at a tree stump somewhere.


Horribilissimus!


The shadow curse claws at me. Need some light.


And not a moment sooner.


A sight to nourish the soul! Now let's sit down and nourish the stomach.


Hm. Perhaps something's missing?


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


*The flames cool, dispelled as the image you know emerges again: wild, glorious magic.*


That's her! And she vanished in the 'Maid? That sounds like a lead.


Just checking in - is there anything you need?


Choose your next words carefully, friend. They determine the length of your very life.


Never.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


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


A-ha! The jig is up, kid.


*You're but one step from oblivion's stupor yourself - still wading through your empty skull to think a single thought.*


True Soul? Absolute? What did they mean?


Shar worshippers did this. Why slow the senses with food and drink before a killing? Pointless.


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


Talk to Nestor, would you?<br>


Wait - why did my collar just vibrate?


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


Voco glacies!<br>v3


Where have I gotten to? I feel not even a touch of curse.


There you go, Silf.


Obedi me!<br>v2


They talk a great deal but do very little. Which may be for the best.


They'll be back, don't you worry. Lighter than the dark, faster than the shadows - that is how they move.


How rude.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Sorry. I'm being silly.


Gods, what happened to his head?


Of course, my lord. Thank you.


Dying Freezing to Death


I don't think so. I'm good. Well, kinda good.


The lock's holding fast.


Missing - 'Zola'. 'Rascal'. Why do those names sounds familiar? Oh - the blood-stained collars...


Victory<br>


A Sharran crossbow. As magnificent as the Dark Lady herself.


I'm rather a dab hand myself when it comes to a spot of intellectual intrigue...


Dialino!


I promised to free you, and so I shall. But I did not promise your safety.


Very good. Now I want you to picture in your mind the concept of harmony. As true as you can.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


What did I do to deserve this?


AgreeOpen<br>var 1


GaspFrightenedBreathLongOpen<br>var 3


I used to work in the prison, ensuring no desirable people left the House of Hope.


Her will is strong - even now, she defies the bounds of the material plane. She will prevail.


Then to Raphael's house we must go.


True. You wouldn't have the grit.


Dearest patriars, dearest Ravengard, but a moment. The Blade of Frontiers graces our halls.


What's inside?


The enemy of my enemy is no friend to me. But... I cannot let the <i>ghaik</i> empire swarm the Astral Plane.


That was <i>close.</i>


I thought so.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


The ill effects may linger, I'm afraid. Not enough to hamper your mission, I hope.


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


Hey now - I know you. You probably don't know me though.


I've heard enough. The devil remains until the rite is complete!


Looks like there was a struggle here.


I never... I never <i>asked </i>him to.


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


What did that do?


Unleash me.


Suit yourself. I'll wait around a little, in case you come to your senses. But if you don't come make nice soon, we're finished. Officially.


When the Blade told me of what you'd done, I was loathe to believe it.


If we both stop eating cultists, she'll <i>have</i> to stop.


Let's get you on your feet.


The drink - it's turned necrotic!


It's quick on its claws!


Master. You are the chosen one.


Imps on a <i>gh'ath?</i>


*You cannot imagine what purpose such a creature could possibly serve.*


Get back in the fight.


Aqua pura!<br>v3


Not now, I have to get back!


Does she not think he can destroy the Absolute with his own immense talents? Does she not know the mighty company that he keeps?


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


When he becomes Grand Duke, it will only get worse. Laws will change, freedoms will vanish, and soon you'll be accused and sentenced before you've even committed a crime.


Wait! They've got oil everywhere - and bloody <i>torches!</i>


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Tormentum!


Attack Critical<br>var2


Sick shit.


Thou roach-mocked jester.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


Baldur's Gate may not know it yet, but its fate is bound to ours.


The refreshments are fine, but I won't feel safe until I'm back in the Upper City. Behind solid walls.


Mind flayer horticulture.


Oh, certainly. If you want to live in ignorance, I'm happy to let you die in it too.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


If anyone should have that power, it should be us.


All mine.<br>


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


No! Stop! Go away!


Nothing so far, Kith'rak.


I've had some time to think since we last talked. Can't say I'm enjoying it much.


She's worth talking to, at least.


Vile thing. My prince is dead, his death scream heard across the entire Astral Plane. Our future broken.


It's not an issue of 'can', it's an issue of 'must'.


Mizora dead... and Wyll, doomed to the Hells. Oak Father, lend him your strength.


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


The selfish ponce who owns this place was trying to hire some gang to throw us out - but it looks like you got rid of them.


Stolen, love.


The moon weeps, Shadowheart, for what you have done. For your sake, I hope the approval of your goddess was worth it.


Better take this.


No - don't hurt me!


Gale - no!


I've seen this language before - inscribed on the Szarrs' signet ring, I think.


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


Zarys was looking for this chest. Surely there's something valuable inside.


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


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


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


If you have the gold, my pet artist will make you a most heroical likeness. Follow the whining.


Tunnels under the Open Hand Temple. The name 'Father Lorgan' is jotted down alongside them.


Dammit, Astarion. You <i>bit</i> me. You're a vampire?!


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


And so she did! One night, while he lay asleep, twitching his whiskers in happy dreams, she crept upon his tiny bedroll holding a knife as slim as a toothpick.


Revenge is a dish best served hot, it seems. At least when you're in charge of the menu.


<i>Tsk'va</i>! Where did you -


I cannot presume to know her parents, or what they suffered - but I know that they were proud, in the end.


Makeshift Selûnite graves. They were buried with haste.


Whoever lives here was up to something nasty. We ought to chek some of his 'donations'.


I need to get back to work before Alan throws a fit, but stick around - you brighten the place up.


Aye. His name's Halsin, and if he's still alive, he'll be cursing the day he laid eyes on me.


A Gazette a day keeps the ignorance away!


Stars and moons like that dwarf's poem said. And these plates can be turned.


Up and at 'em!


Good. Now it's important that only I pass through the portal once it opens. The magic is fragile - any mistake, and our one chance will be lost forever.


I want you to go away, and think about what you did.


I am obsessed by the ground under your feet and the wind over your head. I see your face just before sleep and after I wake.


She already has.


The kind of gems a diabolist would collect, I reckon.<br>


So... still got the goods?


That dead bird's been corrupted by the shadows. Would be wise to leave it alone...


Bhaal never had a more fecund offering than I sowed on his behalf.


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


READY FOR RAPHAEL'S HOMECOMING? HA! HE'LL USE YOU AS A HANDKERCHIEF


Free, finally. That djinni is going to pay.


I intend to achieve greatness. And I intend to do it for a long, long, long time.


I'll have you up in no time.


It's hopeless. Silvanus' will holds these vines in place.


I never surrender knowledge for free, but one good turn deserves another, does it not? To repay you for the souls sent my way, I offer a taste of the truth.


This is Lolth's descent into the Underdark. Looks like her drider champions tearing open some mind flayers.


I've only ever seen her truly angry <i>once.</i>


*You recall an old incantation from a children's story, said to void a devil's contract: <i>'Abi, diabole, et nunquam redi.'</i>*


No. You are not.


I'd better do the talking.


Perhaps they had no choice but to hide.


No, not while I was out could. I remember a falling sensation - I thought I was dreaming. Next thing I know, I'm here.


Get your arse movin'! Don't wanna keep the drow waitin', do ya?


*The very fabric of her being is torn apart and reformed in an agonising process that is over all too soon.*


Good. Let's focus on the girl first. We can settle with the snake later.


Hells forbid.


Recovered <br>V2


So what <i>do</i> we have?


Karlach! You can't die - I won't let you die.


No, no. Bad idea.


Vanra, my sweet,
big and strong you will grow,


Very nice. And to think I was expecting a needle.


Don't want to draw any attention.


Excellent. Time to uncover some secrets.


*You try to wrench your head back, but your jaw refuses to obey.*


Voco nubes!


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


I could end it now - but I'll be patient. Father will see us together again. He will see you bleed.


Obedi me!


But you know what they say about rot... It spreads quickly. Ruins the whole bunch.


There is <i>always</i> a choice - and a Harper must be able to make the hard ones. Perhaps this isn't the life for you after all, Geraldus.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


Inexpugnabilis!


No. This isn't the way!


It cannot be... You have the weapon? Someone would have reported it to me.


It refused the Murder Lord's command, and comes crawling into his sanctum with the tyrant unpulped.


<i>So loud... Why are you - you...</i>


Fair enough.


Such misery awaits us. My fingers yearn to drag themselves through bloody flesh and make morsels of the masses in Bhaal's name.


Cut down by goblins. How cruel.


And what if you did? It is not the timbre of my voice that matters; it is the wisdom it can impart to you.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


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


You are outfoxed, and undone.


Expello te!<br>v3


It would take one special hammer to shatter these rocks.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Do not stand too close. The flames have a life of their own!


Laughter


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


I can feel the druid's poison in my veins. She must have had a cure...


*The Blushing Mermaid.*


The runes I carved into your flesh bind you and all seven thousand souls to the ritual. Complete it and those bearing the scars will be sacrificed - you included.


Any of us could be next - I need to pack...


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


VO_SFX : Downed v2


Gigans!


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Come knocking before you've settled in? I may be half-devil - but I'm no <i>monster</i>.


It's taking everything I have not to grind your rotten carcass to dust.


And it was your lovely voice that woke me, so...


We don't have time to waste retreading old ground. The Absolute's power is growing.


You disappoint me, child of Murder. I expected more of your return.


We can do nothing for you here. All that is left is to face the beast Cazador.


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


Looks like we're out of options...


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


You know, I can't tell if it's mourning, angry, or just hungry.


Agh!


The fiend's slain. As if I could ever have doubted you. Now rest - you've earned it.


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


I'll be waiting. Don't take long.


I'm sure our little leech will return the favour. Right?


Heal me or I'm done for.


Steady - I've detected a trap.


The weapon stopped glowing. How odd.


Artefacts most priceless, should one call a prison her home.


Minsc... of... Rashemen...


Your soul sparks with justice. With fortitude. This is your chance to bring a murderer to justice. To avenge her victims.


Close your eyes and listen.


Pigeon feathers. Enough that I suspect their owner met a grim fate.<br>


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


I'm free from him. Forever.


A key. Wonder what it opens?


Kiai<br>var 2


I'm one of the reasons people fear the shadows, but even I'd rather investigate this Moonlantern before going to the surface.


*You've been caught trying to flee your imprisonment. Choose your next move carefully.


The great hero of Baldur's Gate! Conqueror of the Netherbrain. Your deeds will be timeless.


Ah!


Ngh!


I'd know it anywhere. It's a merregon's mask. Infernal warriors.


I'm sure they'll be operational again soon enough.


Still in denial, are we? Cute. But you can't avoid me forever. You need me.


FOR THE ABSOLUTE! HAH!


Trading some whelp we just met for impossible power? It's a fine deal.


Hells... something just woke up down here.


Hmm. It won't move.


Won't budge.


Hmm. If you say so. Either way, there's still our little problem to contend with.


What damned language is this?


Tightly guarded treasure. Looks powerful, too.


They plan to attack our camp. Tonight.


Enjoy the show, did you? Get out of my sight.


Fantastic. Monsters in our minds, <i>and </i>around our campfire.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Oh, you've risked plenty.


*You realise he prays to Kelemvor, Lord of Death.*


I got it all red for ya. Red for our love for the Absolute! Heh heh heh.


Aqua pura!<br>v3


Some power for the taking.


May I ask, what is Mistress Orin like?


I could remind you that you sought me, not vice versa. But why would I. I shall leave you in your blissful ignorance.


Addendum F. <i>'The Absolute must be avenged for the soul-binder's detention at Moonrise. The soul-bearer retains his gifts until such time as the Absolute is slain.'</i>


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


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


We must go to Raphael. He holds the key to the prince's release - and his demise.


If I had been given drow warriors instead of goblin trash -


'Fellow Banite' might be a bit strong, but you're welcome among the Zhent.


Mors certa!<br>v3


Best pretend I didn't hear that.


Look out - meenlocks!


Florrick, where in the hells are you?


What do we do?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Must be in one of these chests.


Nothing. There must be another trigger.


Strange place for a button. Especially one that doesn't work.


Perhaps it wouldn't have come to that. But we'll never know now - you took the decision away from me.


You need this.


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


It will be my home soon enough, should Vlaakith will it.


He will free us from Vlaakith, and lead our kith'raki against the ghaik.


At last count, there were nine whole wagons of children in tow. They are my duty now. 'Daddy Halsin', they call me. Who am I to tell them otherwise?


Resisto!


My, what a handsome couple you make! May I interest you both in a tasting?


What will you people want next? Letting the hell child go was a mistake.


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


Erm... not that I'm complainin'... but you <i>are </i>blessed, ain't ya?


Frange! v2


<i>Why doesn't it feel like I won? Why do I just feel so godsdamn tired?</i>


I would've picked another route than assaulting the Absolute in its seat of power, at least until I knew what we were up against. But you made the choice for us.


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


Must be what that kid was talking about.


Tell her. Tell them all. Tell them how the Nightsinger has blessed me.


Am I? Your eyes tell a story, sweeting. You crave more than pleasure - you crave <i>penance</i>.


Now you're speaking my language.


And she is not alone. Her illithid partner is by her side, and doth soothe her with its company.


I should've trained harder. I should've protected the others.


That sign above. This must be a brewery - or distillery.


Very well. If it's mind games these parasites wish to play, we'll play. And we'll win.


I thought perhaps you'd be tempted to seize Cazador's prize in his stead... but you didn't. Pity - a vampire lord would have been a fine ally... but no matter. It's done.


So come back when you have it, aye?


Oh, relax and let me have my fun. This paperwork grows tedious.


Why is this made of <i>paper</i>?


Lorroakan's finally gained power worthy of his reputation. Not that he earned it.


<i>Tribe</i>.


Effort v7


A jester's head. This... is not a trick I have seen before, Boo.


There's a breeze down here. Wonder where it's coming from.


Impero tibi!


Then he'll point the way forward. There's more to your story, Wyll - and your father needs to tell it.


A spot of healing will help.


Looks like all those moon plates can be turned.


It says there's a cellar here somewhere.


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


CoughIll<br>var 1


You weren't speaking lightly when you said you needed help. Let me tell you what I know.


You do not ever need to be alone.


What was that?


The same... except for a knot of worry in my stomach that's in no rush to go away.


<i>Me </i>mistreating <i>him</i>. You're just like him. Everyone is, in the end.


Arabella...


A bad impression? Impossible.


Oh my. This is going to be a fun journey.


Caeco te!<br>v2


But no matter, Majesty. They are already dead, and soon forgotten.


Threats, is it? You truly do need our help, friend - but on our terms. There's nothing more to be said until you have permission.


<i>Got to keep watch... but it's so bright and noisy here. Want to be back in the hideout.</i>


Surely you have <i>something</i> better to do.


*... murder, <i>glorious</i> murder.*


Onward. Let the hunt begin.


And I decided 'will not'. And a good thing, too. You look like you haven't had a good meal in days.


A shapeshifter? It could be anyone.


Attack


Placing a crèche somewhere so unassuming could be strategic.


Mm. Mm-hm.


That makes me happy. I like the goblins, but the goblins... don't like me.


Brorn.


*Your gears whine in protest, but you force your body to one side - gesturing for the family to enter the city.*


This place is miserable, even for the house of a god.


Have you met my hamster?


Back at the ritual, all I could see was the power on offer and the safety it promised. I was so blinded by it. Just as Cazador was.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Origin Extra: Dying Burning


Yeah. Apart from the doom and gloom, you've given me more than I could ever hope to repay.


Thaniel is more than a boy, you see. He's the spirit of the land. Without the druid, without Halsin, Thaniel is trapped - and the curse cannot be lifted.


Tadpoles, smuggled into the city. Wonder how many are already here.


For the Queen!


That light below... We've already weakened Shar's hold here.


You helped us fight those goblins. Who are you?


Oh. Oh. Oh no... Something inside me feels very wrong...


Leave my creations be - they must focus on their duties.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


Someone escaped. One of the adventurers?<br>


The histories of the greatest githyanki warriors are recorded in slate. They are unerasable.


*You feel your consciousness stretch, reach out... and recoil as if at a bare-handed slap.*


Good craftsmanship wasted on Selûne. Maybe it can be repurposed somehow.


All I know is I thought of you when I saw it.


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


They just keep coming.


Canto te!


Shut it just for once, you insufferable, oafish -


Lice-ridden cur!


Jaheira, littering the streets in broad daylight? I swear - sometimes, it is as if she does not care for this city at all.<br>


So it seems. I don't know when he became so... angry. Perhaps he always was, and I was too naive to see it.


I was holding back a little, it's true. I didn't want to lose control.


There is a stage down in the dark upon which a great drama has suspended itself in time.


<i>There is another path. We yet hold the Hammer. We might still free Orpheus and strike him down!</i>


So, it seems that Vlaakith is Lae'zel's queen no longer. That took no small amount of backbone.


Wait.


Heavy. And nothing to hold it in place.


Melinda, my true love, my true love, my true...


*Arabella's inner voice is quieted by thoughts from the far past. The stone holds records of all those who have passed by it.*


Its power cuts deeper into my mind than ever. We must be close.


Te curo!<br>v3


<i>Tuuch! Tuuch! Tuuch!</i>


I know I was a little hopeless when we - you know - before. I want you to be happy. And I want you to be with someone you can actually <i>be </i>with.


Looks like Lathander, god of the dawning sun.


You - this was not the deal! You were meant to stop this madness - not... not... <i>enmadden </i>it!


Ugh, another helpless soul begging to be rescued?


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


Hurt Critical<br>var3


That did the trick - don't think I'd have lasted much longer.


Eep.


Ah, we have a new look for a new you.


Beautiful, isn't it? Worth more than your life, too. I bought it from a Calishite warlock with very little of his soul left to him.


Another scrying eye, same as the goblins had. Someone's watching.


<i>Aid Master. Fulfil the hunt. Nothing more. Nothing less.</i>


There's only one good response to it: 'Shut the hell up.'


Don't. Just don't.


Not sure a real mind flayer would accept such punishment.


Brother! You know we have no choice in this.


Heh. Thanks.


An apology to one such as myself is but empty air.


This is welcome news. Most welcome.


I can already feel her tightening the leash. This might be my last chance to escape it.


*A mailed fist in the Firecam armour style.*


I watch yours.


*This presence... the magic is not divine, but fey. And it is <i>murderous</i>.*


*Through the duergar's ears, you hear the sizzle of burning flesh and the screams of tortured young - old pain felt anew.*


*...then slips into view. The spectre of Shadow Druids in animal form, right under your feet.*


*You are overcome with visions of grand battles and ducal intrigue. Your future looks bright indeed.*


Dark. Cold. As if all the life is being sucked out of me.


Of course it is not the General's fault -


Ack! Don't drop that!


These chests are empty...


The toys from the barn - this must be where they were crafted.


Grush, I need to see that again. Ask him if you can do the penance thing too.


Hey, you still lurking about? I don't remember inviting you to the party.


The only benefit to a mirror when you have my condition.


Trust me, the day I no longer have to talk about the shadow curse will be a happy one. What would you like to know?


The rest of the note is pure gibberish, as far as I can tell.


Weapon blueprints that use sussur bark? Rare find.


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


I'm glad you killed all the goblins. I hope you made them <i>scared.</i>


Go away. It's hard enough reading these tracks without you stomping all over.


A little gratitude would be nice.


Thick as a glob of unguent.


Maybe I should... no, this is good.


It is not my blessing to give - I am merely a vessel for our Lord Myrkul's will.


Yes... <i>please.</i>


Glad at least one of us is doing well.


Bet you don't even remember half the foolery you got up to. Well, make yourself at home - you'll be staying a while.


Ut ventus!<br>v2


*Picking locks isn't good for your health. This guard's about to make sure of it.*


Now is <i>not</i> the time.


And how <i>did</i> you make it past all the goblins and gnolls?


Help's on the way!


Heard that rat's nest of druids was burned to ash. Praise the Absolute!


If we stop and help every wounded foal, we'll end up dead, or worse. Lia just can't see it.


Show them the warrior I know.


Infernal gems, straight from the heart of Minauros. Quite the rarity.


I can't help but feel like I'm missing something...


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


Stand down, knight. I do not have what you seek!


Please - don't let the evil ones in.


Killed... folk... slowly... he <i>liked</i> it...


Treefather guide me.


Lead on then, Lae'zel. Up in front, where I can keep an eye on you.


You're tired from your exertions. Who could blame you? Have a smoke, a wash, and a cup of tea, and let's regroup when you're more yourself.


It's your choice, sweetness.


Scratches that size... something powerful made these.


What an odd question.


All's well that ends well, eh? I'm sure the Guild will be in touch with any concerns.


That kobold's aim is somehow worse than her manners.


But wait. You are not the one I asked for. My blood kin has refused our Father's sport. A mind-mangled coward after all.


Oh gods, the whole building is collapsing...


Nay!


The rite has been stopped - for now. But I'm still watching you.


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


His <i>mistake </i>cost lives - tieflings died who should be alive today. I can't forgive that.


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


What is this place? The extent of the corruption here is... almost impressive. I'm not sure I want to step in there.<br>


I've never seen him bleed before. I didn't know it was possible.


Buff


What foolishness is this?<br>


If you've something to say, speak to the <i>kith'rak</i>.


This is an illithid colony. The source of the tadpoles must be in here, somewhere.


<i>(Consider yourself lucky to have learned of such a book's existence. And then forget about it - the Annals of Karsus are best left unread.)</i>


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


See that their sacrifices are not in vain: allow the Moonmaiden to guide you at last.


I recognise that floral motif - same as that key we found.


We will be rid of the tadpoles one day soon - but not <i>yet</i>.


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


*You retain a trace of free will, but it is one drop in the ocean of their desire. It will not last.*


Still can't find 'em - but I bet you can. You'll help me, I just know it!


I just took a look, and the Steel Watchers are still off-duty, shall we say. <br>


Drow. And worse... What were they doing here?


If you think I'm walking all the way to Baldur's Gate without a litter, you don't know me at all.


The fiend strikes. Punish it, warrior. It's come for the slaughter!


I'll sort it. I always do. Might even have a little fun bashing devil bootlickers along the way.


Powerful connections. Let's leave it at that.


Do make her feel as unwelcome as you can.


Got a minute to tell me about your experience at the gate today?


I suppose it has felt different with you...


Do we get to wear armour too?


This door is staying closed until you're gone, one way or another.


<i>But if you had opened your mind to it rather than consuming it, your allies could have taken advantage of its power as well.</i>


<i>(The same as I've always done. I deal in knowledge, not proprietors. Quietly getting on with things is a virtue, you know.)</i>


I felt that - are you really surprised I won't open up when you try to fumble in my head? Leave me alone.


My friend. From our brief sharing of skulls, I know you have faced many strange beings.


Why, I think I should <i>'sample' </i>several more glasses, don't you agree?


Wulbren, you fool...


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


Oh no. Tragic.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


*Is this to be how the Baldurians meet their fate?*


Let us begin.


*...then it bites back, burrowing even deeper into your brain.*


Walk through the gate now, and know the abyss of death. This was the Emperor's warning.


*Spattered with rust, you can just make out the words 'Tina Turki's Good Time Bazaar'.*


It is the reason she mobilised her people to retrieve the Astral Prism.


Better be careful - those webs carry vibrations.


Nah. Too fat.


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


<i>Chk. </i>The curse has left him with as much sense as a newborn slug.


There's something out there - I can <i>feel</i> it.


Hardly worth looking at.


You won't get the best of me!


But more than this, we shall teach them to slaughter by dawn like <i>civilized</i> folk. Now - Boo demands his blankets once more.


The more they pursued me, the less I desired them. I tired of them all.


*The woman's eyes are alert, verging on manic, as she bustles about.*


<i>This is my final lesson. I leave you now, to dwell on your mistakes and make your choice. End their suffering and free yourself. Or prolong the pain, together.</i>


Impero tibi!<br>v2


You Rats with the Guild now? Heard Nine-Fingers met her match.


Your world has strange customs...


Isobel - cleric upstairs in the inn. Without her blessing, those shadows'll be all over you.


Timmask and torchstalks. Hell of a combination.


Look - I won't go rogue again, but I'm not letting that fucker off the hook.


Ugh! What is that? Rotting flesh?


No rest, be you wicked or wise.


On my way.


Will you stop this bloody shaking?


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


Still haven't lost it, after all these years. Thanks, Dammon.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


SmileClosed<br>var 2


You were murder. Pure murder. No excesses. No pretentions.


Just when I think I've seen it all...


Can't slow down.


Good night, sleep tight, don't let the lemures bite.


And I you, you delectable vintage.


Approach - unique. Form - sloppy. But the passion for killing - like a game. It's a shame I was the only acolyte here to witness you.


Speaking with the <i>ch'r'ai</i>'s is an honour. Do not squander it.


Omnia mutantur!


An inn in Waterdeep. Never a dull moment there. Adventurers come from all over Faerûn to try their luck down the well:


Though they won't need either, soon. As Lorroakan's apprentice, I'll take care of everything.


Steal one of Gith's own? I will slit your throat for even suggesting it.


I will not be defied.


Better let Scratch rest up.<br>


Thou confessed thou had not thought upon't.


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


Time for bitter business the light would fear to shine on.


All set, are ya?


I don't want to look at you, let alone speak to you.


Trust isn't something that comes easily to me. But with you... I think I can make an exception.


Don't play the fool, please.


Didn't do much good. Pity.


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


I didn't realise we had time to read childrens' stories.


I'm <i>way</i> too big.


You festering bubo!


Look Boo, our cell after the Elfsong incident! That was a mouthy cheese vendor.


Quod dico face!<br>v2


Did Nickels have any family in the city?


Now please show this meddler some of that famous Rivington hospitality.


But you have fallen, and it seems you do not fully comprehend the reason why.


Taking position!


The map. Show me.


Looks like our man Halsin. Rest in peace, big guy.


These sigils... what were they for?


It does. I was born for power. Made for it. And now, high above the tides of fate, I feel, at last, at home.


Vile beasts. Nothing good is born from a corpse.


Is that so? Well... <i>fine.</i>


Ha-HA! Hang the key - I see you've no need at all! Thank you for your help, my friend.


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


You don't know Kagha. She won't listen. I'm truly sorry.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


How much longer can the Baldur's Mouth ignore this?


You're lucky you met me - most of the Fist wouldn't have believed you were a Bhaalspawn. Think it's Baldurian superstition.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


It looks like they were sheltering down here.


What is family, if not the monsters we are obliged to love?


But you didn't rescue me, did you? I rescued <i>myself</i>, with the aid of this - helper.


<b>A battle won, a rival slain. <br>His blood runs thick, a worthy stain. </b>


I'll have to lay down the law with that one once we're back home.


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


We've been travelling with a vampire this whole time?


Do what you came to do, Sharran. Then run to your darling master Ketheric and tell him what a good girl you've been.


Thank you... wouldn't have made it without your help.


*In memory of Myrna - a shining light in this dark world.
May you forever gaze upon the lake you loved to play in.*


But to be met 'round every corner with another bronzed bust of the devil's bronzed bosoms... truly, <i>this</i> is damnation.


Punge!


Shh, I'm concentrating. Does this look good? Is the coin in the middle?


Better wait until a safer moment.


You showed me the truth. You showed me that <i>I</i> was the one who turned his back.


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


Gela!


Auribus teneo lupum!


So long as you serve a proper meal at the wedding. None of this finger-picking nonsense, yes?


Did you see, at the mountain pass crossroads?


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


I did. Well done, True Soul. Minthara - how do you feel?


Our great adventure nears its climax. If I should fall, I want you all to know it's been an honour to fight beside you.


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


<i>Brains?</i>


<i>Tsk'va.</i> The parasite has already taken hold. We must take to a crèche and be cleansed.


Weapon... search... take break... Butters...


See that symbol on the ground? This was a masons' guild.


You'll find him in the caves. But we won't stay here much longer.


It's sacred... the most valuable thing I've ever held. I hope it serves you as well as it served me.


What are those?


What does that mean for us?


Circus clothes? What an end for Dribbles the clown.<br>


You're too kind. And extremely insightful.


Effort v6


DisagreeOpen<br>var 1


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


Invisibilis!


Closed Mouth Effort v4


We will make a pervert of you yet!


Protection from the shadow curse - what more could a dingus want?


Good. I am glad to hear that.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


You can't escape me. Wherever you go, I'll find you. Wherever you run, there I'll be.


*The squirrel chitters scornfully as your foot whistles over her head.*


That's one thing I'm good at. Or so I understand.


Perhaps.


Dying Deep Exhale


Well, if the master insists you are to be there, then you must be there.


It's Alfira.


Nature's servant.


Kill me, please - I can't take this.


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


But the thing I hunt has gone to ground. If she can tell me how to draw him out, I'll pay whatever she asks.


Look at these gouges. Something <i>big</i> made these.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


And away I go.<br>


It's not bloody fair! I got there first! The eagles don't even <i>need</i> it!


For once.


Vast world out there.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Let's put on a show.<br>


A subtle art.


The horizon beckons.


Farewell.


<i>Begone. The sword of justice falls on the wicked!</i>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


I will not let this happen to you!


City Watch - into position!


<br>


This weapon must be powerful, for a <i>kith'rak</i> to betray his own queen's children.


GaspSurprised<br>var 3


You are the illithid Urengol, rebelling against your own hivemind. And I am the noble githyanki Valraag who must now reconsider his position.


I don't know why you're here, but I know it's not to talk to me, <i>istik</i>.


A battle of wits.


The favourite of Bhaal turned meat puppet, strung up by the sinews and plucked by my hands.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


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


Maybe not now, no. But that'll change once the council gets involved. They'll want heads to roll.


Don't you ever compare me to him! Never!


Wait, come back! I was only pretending!


Here's a thought for you - turn around.


But I must admit, my chest has been feeling a touch lighter recently.


Fire... screaming... then <i>crunch</i>. Nothing...


<i>Godspeed, and may your journey be true.</i>


Accidents do not exist. There is only choice and consequence.


Probably just a dead cat. *Sniffs.* Maybe a few dead cats.


But give me so much as a hungry look, and I'll drive a stake through your heart.


Hmm. It won't move.


Magic boots. And powerful magic at that.


Far from it. It wrecked me to see your father come to such a cruel end.


There's nothing for you up here, flotsam. Back downstairs you go.


Is this your first time on the Sword Coast, Lae'zel?


Fair enough. Can't say I'd have done different - though I think I'd have picked my moment a little better.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


Pray to your gods!


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 5


Still blocked - but should be easy enough to clear.


Neither the time nor the place.


I hate it had to end like this. A torturous fate by any measure.


I try not to need saving. Hasn't much worked out, as you can see.


Fine. Now pay the toll, <i>jargh</i>. I'm tired of your face.


It is.


*Your fingers twitch with the desire to rip its tender, moist meat to shreds.*


My thoughts exactly. I want to go before the goblins start waking up.


Typical. Suppose I'll help.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Ketheric's wife was clearly fond of him. How far he's fallen...


*Sob.*


That said, should the worst transpire, and we seem destined to fail... well, the orb remains an option. But I truly hope it does not come to that.


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


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


Show them no mercy. Their corpses will make a fine offering to our mistress!


Arrogance - a typical symptom of the <i>istik</i> condition. But an arrogant tracker is a tracker nonetheless.


Aridissimus!


Ira et dolor!


A dead bird. What happened to it?


They got their fill.


Maybe that's what I like about you. You're different.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


But nothing to worry about... right?


Something's burrowed in there - something big.


Another illusion - is anything real down here?


But word to the wise? You should probably let my boss know you're working here.


Salvation is here.


Mors certa!


I'm not surprised anyone as trim and fit as you has such a good reputation. Yum!


At our command, Gur.


This place reeks of death.


Attack<br>var 3


Bosun? BOSUN! Ah - never mind.


AH! Nearly had it!


You need a pick-me-up.


Do you think the Sword Coast is littered with crèches? That you found this one was unlikely enough.


HELP ME, PLEASE HELP!


Dying Panic Fall


A pity, that. And he speaks for you, too?


Curious.


Something's coming. Something dark.


If someone - not me, of course - detected a hint of romantic interest in them from another, unnamed individual, what might that someone do about it?


Tell me, did the Banite squirm beneath your screws?


This is the moment, my love. The moment in which we make a new world for ourselves.


Before I was captured, I was on a mission.


The sort of monster I vowed to rid the Coast of...


<i>I can sense its fury, its greed. We're close.</i>


Or maybe a bit of a drinking problem.


Whoever you are, just - just - leave us alone!


My need's greater, anyway.


Oh come off it now, that's <i>not</i> funny. The Absolute is a real, genuine threat.


Don't mind if I do.


Come baaaack! You're all too fast! I'll never tag you...


Risum teneatis?


Almost wasted effort.


And he has you.


Fall by my hand!


CoughIll<br>var 2


My friends - they're still trapped. The fish folk won't let them leave.


A private word would be nice.


... then it seems you've saved us twice over. Gods above - she bloody did it. Of course she did.


I hope we don't plan to destroy any further historic landmarks. One is quite enough for me.


Ugh - a Nightfall ritual. They likely feasted the night away before killing another - all for Shar.


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


<i>You let me live, last time you were here. Though it brought Vlaakith's wrath upon you.</i>


Find it!


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min1:31_GnashedTeethReaction<br>var 2


Today's copy lands with a BANG! The Steel Watch Foundry has been destroyed by sabotage!


Voco glacies!<br>v2


I'm sorry, Shadowheart. This memory will be a heavy load to carry.


Silentium!


I don't want your prayers, priest. I know you mean well, but... leave me, please.


For the best. The <i>ghaik</i> earned its fate.


Chase that chicken!


Gods - what are you doing? Take off that mask, right bloody now!


You linger here still? Or perhaps you have become lost, like the rest of us.


Bring me my son. I must speak with him.


Obedi me!<br>v3


Something divine lingers here - but I don't recognise this presence.


This place is even more foreboding than the rest of the crèche.


Show yourself!


Better get you out of there.<br>


Ready as we'll ever be.


Voco vineae!<br>v3


Oh mighty Wavemother - I implore you for safe passage on my next sea... passage. Uh...


They won't win, you know - the mind flayers. Not with my son fighting the good fight. And you.


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


Still breathing, despite everything.


You know they're just giving out free wine here? Calling it a 'sample' - very cosmopolitan.


I feel something!


Not the kind of excitement I usually enjoy being woken up for. Still, better than not waking up at all. Or waking up as something else entirely.


*She's aware of your discoveries - Elminster's visit betrays that much. What else does she know? What else hasn't she told you?*


It's not broken, but it isn't working either.


Huh. Where's Lae'zel?


I am burdened enough as it is.


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


<i>It was intelligent before. But now, with its hivemind established across the city, it is well on its way to becoming indestructible. </i>


DisagreeClosed<br>var 1


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


Look at you - filthy, stupid, <i>ignorant.</i> You are lucky we found you.


Laughter Maniacal


Wonder who was inside...


Torre!


Nice.


What were you playing at, running away?


<i>I need to reach the Crown and cast the spell to compel it to submit. We must dominate the brain! </i>


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Good - and  good riddance. You'd best have proof though - Thrinn will want more than just your word.


I'm sorry, I... I saw the crash. Heard someone screaming in the wreckage - my daughter.<br>


Shit, he escaped... Going to his next victim, no doubt.


<i>We are done here.</i>


I wish I hadn't let go of him.


Back to himself, for better or worse.


I've never heard something so beautiful...


I need a quick word.


What do you think you are doing?


*The book snaps closed. You've seen too much. What profane knowledge is now seared inside of you, you should never have known.*


You need healing.


I've always relied on the kindness of the healers and menders of the Coast. Better a cleric's healing touch than a chirurgeon's scalpel.


It is forbidden to approach the egg, kin. You will respect our rules.


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


My wounds are too much to bear.


It threatens all of us, gith and mud worlder alike. But even the brightest blaze can be extinguished.


Sound the horn, then.


Yes! Mol said they're calm as cats! She...


Vocal Misc - Breaths<br>v4


We were searching for something to turn the tide. That's all I can say - but it's worth <i>a lot </i>to us. Understand?


That orb - a scrying eye. No telling who's watching through it.


There can't be much of him left to find. Come on.


Gently does it...


They belong to the clan. They're coming with us.


I'll be - the other half of that ring. Some repairs are in order.


Of course not!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


No... surely the Dark Lady would have aided the Mother Superior, had that been true.


I hope that amulet proves to be worth it...


Quiet as my mouse-shape.<br>


Ha! Maybe you ain't good enough for the Absolute.


Effort v11


Invoco te<br>v3


An icon of Shar? This might fetch a few coins.


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


Voco murus!<br>v2


Yes, we should press forward. These dead have no more tales to tell.


Bring your leader to me, Wyll. I want to speak to both of you.


I've got one!


You were Flaming Fist before this, weren't you lass?


I could read you the list of crimes you committed while you were stumbling and singing your way across the city, but I don't have a tenday to spare.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


Not in so many words, no.


Barbarian Idle Breaths


A temple to Lady Shar. It almost seems like... no, surely it can't be.


Orin ruined their flesh, Bhaal devoured their soul. Nothing remains. They are gone for good.


If not over, then through.


Sometimes you disturb me. And I am not easily disturbed.


Ah here, mate - I know the Captain is a bit of a battleaxe, but a 'hag'? Yer out of line.


You be careful with that amulet. I don't like it. At all.


Tonitrus!


Parchment-pallored villain.


Is the target dead? Have you done Vlaakith's will?


*Something stirs deep within you, hungry and alert... it's taking something you'll never get back.*


Dying Burning<br>v4


-- not here --
- come - rise-
 -JOIN-
-- waiting -


How horrific<i>... </i>Cora was always so <i>joyful.</i>


Chest's unlocked. My prayers are answered.


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


Mors certa!<br>v3


Hah! Of course - all you had to do was ask.


Hand it over.


Don't do anything hasty, now. The fishfolk got plenty of power - we can share.


Someone in need.


<i>Vin'iisk, </i>now that you have the Hammer you must find a way to enter the Astral Prism.


I don't suppose you've stumbled across any githyanki eggs during your travels? The Society will compensate you for any we purchase, of course.


There's something in that debris.


Still nothing.


Dum vita est, spes est!


Drunk humming the main theme of the game


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


That same ship was at Moonrise Towers, if I'm not mistaken.<br>


I dreamt of this day. Baldur's Gate in flames, her delicate spires bound in darkness.


Think you can take me on?


By the hells, what <i>is </i>that?


Do as I do. The Inquisitor shall tolerate only the utmost respect.


I admit, I would have relished it. But his death would not have served us well.


You did a brave thing, infiltrating a githyanki crèche under Vlaakith's inquisition.


*A shadow swims across your vision, and a familiar voice tells you to be calm. You are loved.*


What I want is a life I could share with you, but alas... knowing you're still out there will suffice for now.


*Scared and miserable with visible cuts and bruises, these people can only be one thing - prisoners.*


He vanished in the dead of night. Not terribly surprised; he seemed a flighty type.


A spell, clearly. I can't say I'm familiar with it.


I've a rather wonderful painting that's become unexpectedly available.


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


Out of my head!


How much damage will you cause if you transform? How much blood can you bear to have on your hands?


Well, that was invigorating.


The question is - where is the rest of him?


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 3


A private word would be nice.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Mystra knows I've read Karsus' designs, I'm certain of that. And it clearly has her shaken.


As do I. But you've done your part, so I suppose it's time I did mine.


I must keep going.


'The Legend of Ansur.' An epic poem, from the looks of it.


However, for reasons that cannot be disclosed, it is of vital importance that my death be remedied at your earliest convenience.


A pity for us you have promised your night to Gale.


Attack


Wanted to protect... wanted to give... mercy...


<i>Kaincha! </i>Keep your wits about you. They won't fall easily.


Conversation's over. I've got to sober up and get back to work.


I will lock it away, perhaps never to be worn again.


Why must the Dead Three be so obvious and ugly with their decor? Blood and bones. Bones and blood. Pointy nonsense. At least Shar had some panache.


<i>Rennald...</i> Now there is a name I haven't heard in a while. He is no more. I'll leave the rest for you to find out, heretic.


It seems you've been paying attention to me - though there is always room for improvement.


This wasn't just a feast - it was a Nightfall ritual. Eating and drinking your fill before sacrificing an innocent to Shar... I've missed these.


Whoa. That isn't good.


*Scratch looks at you in confusion. His tail wags enthusiastically, nonetheless.*


Every tenday I write into the Baldur's Mouth about it, and every edition fails to mention it. Pathetic.


Look here!


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


<i>With the grove taken for Cloakwood, the circle will see that I'm right. The Great Mother will guard us from all danger.</i>


There's an undead inside this Watcher. Why? And where is its <i>head?</i>


We should find him, maybe he can help?


Effort v8


The fact that you seem to know this place, these people, should make your task all the easier.


Raggedy ballbag - time to die!


All mine.


I am beaten and battered, but never break. My crown has felt the strike of endless blades, yet I can never move.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


Hm. From the looks of that book, Gale might want it.


In my name.


Head inside, now.


*A gift of gold, and just like that, your troubles are over.*


The reference to a 'hot hammer' is rather puzzling though. Whoever wrote these papers must have been rather delirious.


Father, they will die for you.


Looks like that hurt.


Confusio!


You should've told me sooner. We could've figured something out.


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


You're exactly the sort Lord Gortash was talking about in his interview.


*But was it truly <i>nothing</i>? The pain gripped you tight, robbing you of all composure for a moment...*


Everyone I've ever loved is dead. I have nothing.


I don't know. But I'm hungry.


Raphael knew how to free Prince Orpheus - and you made him an enemy.


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


Risus abundat!<br>v3


Help? You bloody Duergar gave me the Bite! But... the way I feel...


Do you know why you are here?


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 2


I feel the faintest pricklings of hunger from the orb already. It will not remain under the sway of his spell forever.


The rest of you - keep patrolling. I'll head back with this one.


Torn from the skull of a war devil - there is no faking that.


Broken. And there's dust inside it...


Clever. Food is dispensed for anyone wearing this collar.


Can't give up now.


The city reeks of evil! Or perhaps Boo just needs to bathe.


Damn, that burns.


Oh no. Tragic.<br>


Ad lapidem!


Not happening. When I get my hands on that Crown, I'm going to wield it. Karsus' powers will be mine.


Waterdeep - the forces of the Absolute could threaten even the City of Splendors if they were to reach it.


Hush, spirits - I sense it too. Our guest brings with him the stench of Thrumbo's disobedience.


We should catch up.


See you in Baldur's Gate. Looking forward to that drink.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


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


Don't make me burn you to a crisp.


Ketheric's Dark Justiciars from a bygone era.


My skin is tingling. What will happen next?


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


Welcome, adventurer! I take it you're new to Rivington.


Think you can take me on?


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


No more rest for the wicked.


Come, let me show you.


This is one of Lady Shar's trials. Allow me - it's important.


Recovered <br>V2


Death can't come quick enough for you - <i>monster. </i>


Not <i>accidentally, </i>no...


But the Moonmaiden did not intervene when my life was dismantled piece by piece.


A key - it might open the tollhouse vault.


*Waah! Waah! Boo hoo hoo!*


I smell a trap.


Voco nubes!<br>v2


Aye. The whole reason we're in this mess. Trinkets for some rich tosser in Baldur's Gate.


Yes.


It was a rough night.


But this armour was such a bargain - I can't return it!


Don't bleed out on me.


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


*It's no use - your willpower crumbles and the pain washes over you.*


I've the blueprint and the sussur bark. Now, to seek a forging tool.


*You recall the faerzress - the energy of the Underdark. The myconid might die if isolated from it.*


Oi, citizen - stop right there. Basement's off-limits 'cept to Mr Needle.


The rashes and sores you may have contracted over your decades of philandering are not the kind of curse that concerns me.


A little shaky, maybe, but you're fine!


Dying Burning<br>v5


What's this?


This trunk's rotten; shouldn't put too much weight on it.


That is not what it seems. I see you, shapeshifter.


I must ask you one more time - must you still insist that I be the one to transform?


<i>Shka'keth</i>. Next time, think twice before getting grabby with powerful relics in mysterious places.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


Looks like that idol is enchanted. Might be worth getting a hold of for Gale.


Now's not a good time - my hands are full.


Please. Help.


<i>Now</i>, Rath.


I shall free you.


Hostium munera!


My dagger-happy friend, what troubles you?


No hesitation - these people are long dead.


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


We challenged the gods to get those Netherstones. Hold onto them tight.


Shapeshifting assassins? Then anyone could be a threat.


That chair leg could make for a fine weapon...


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


That engine of yours - it's contained for the moment, but it's just too <i>hot </i>to exist here in the material plane indefinitely.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale


Esto perpetua!


Dodge
v2


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Maybe if Shadowheart had more experience in these affairs, or if you two weren't just starting out, but this? No.


Soon, sister. I only need one more mark.


My Lady ... she does not heed this new threat. This <i>Absolute</i>.


Something's off here... but I'm not sure what.


It is splendid to see you again, my friend.


What is this?


All right, but we're keeping our eyes on you.


You louse, you mite!


Darkness cloak me.


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


Might be worth checking Arfur's donations - looks like his generosity's compromised.


You'll want to speak to Gekh. He's in charge.


How dare you parade around this abomination?


Can I do that, Lae'zel? Can I turn my back on you?


Death is staring her down. And she want these last moments to count for something.


I still hear the song, which means you've achieved nothing. Keep looking, or I'll decorate every corner of this place with pieces of you.


I won't remember you at all. Nobody will.


We've got to dispel these shadows... somehow.


The moment it can hold a blade. It may even test its resilience against some common poisons while it is still in the womb.


*M Kurwin. Treasured.*


Mum? Where are you? Mum??


In nocte consilium!


I see.


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


Just another crate.


My sister is with a client at present, in our room upstairs. It will be free shortly. Why not sate <i>some </i>of that thirst at the bar until she is done?


There, beneath the canvas. Looks like someone's stashed a note.


I am trained to embody eternal patience. You are pissing me off.


I mean, I know where I'd be. Trapped in Avernus still, with the Blade of Frontiers on my tail. But what about you?


<i>(Scrolls, parchments, codices, tomes... Take a look and see what calls you.)</i>


I trust you. Gods only know if I should - but I do.


So, Gale has his faithful feline in tow. I am glad.


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


Mull, or don't mull. It matters not to me. If you have coin, return. If not - don't.


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


It felt like a bloody earthquake.


*You should take the disc to Lae'zel. She might know more about it.*


Ah. That did it.


A loose stone. Perhaps a secret about to be unhidden.


Their eyes are made for the dark - fire and light is our friend.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


That traitor Marcus is lucky he didn't run into me - I'd have made him suffer.


Let's see.


The tadpole was tampered with? That complicates things...


Not the cleanest of victories. But a victory, just the same.


*The <i>zaith'isk</i> overwhelms the both of you. The weight of the astral sea crushes your mind and spirit.*


What a charming place. Not at all grim and perturbing.


At your service.


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


A list of names, with Father Lorgan's the latest to be struck through... <i>targets</i>, then.


I dropped the Netherstones again. Boo! Stop buttering up my fingers.


<i>Out </i>of one, really. It took a bit of nimble footwork to make it through the darkness un-cursed.


You're wounded, friend.


Vanra, please be all right. I'll do anything, so long as you're all right.


So I returned to the fold. Returned to the city. Eventually, they hung a title around my neck: 'High Harper', and I<i>still </i>do not know how to play one.


There are some ghouls nesting on the upper ramparts. They seem... restless.


Mystra must be pleased with you, Gale - I can sense the Weave's threads winding about you.


No. I thought there might be more to take. Hidden inside.


And you are a friend of <i>ghaik</i>.


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


Te exsecror!<br>v3


Loviatar - a goddess who thrives on pain. This book must be for her followers.


Chest's unlocked. My prayers are answered.


Fiat voluntas dei!


Almost had it...


Ugh - he's about to belch!


An axe-bearing mountain of fur, she was. Gave me a nasty scar.


Mystra soothes all pain.


You're a vampire! I can't believe I trusted you - let you share my camp.


No sleep makes mistakes. Mistakes means death.


To get these people to Baldur's Gate? <i>Everything.</i>


They are but echoes, they recall not a manner of speech - thus I lent them my rhetoric.


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


Gods. We've lost too many.


No it ain't.


I cannot help but wonder how she would have handled some of the challenges I faced as Archdruid. Would she have helped the refugees? Defended the grove? Controlled Kagha?


What's... what's wrong, Jara?


That should work.


I don't know. Maybe you can tell me.


Hot hot HOT!


Oh you do, do you? I'm not some dewy-eyed tiefling maiden you just saved - you'll need to do a lot more leg-work before I commit to any hip-work.


It wasn't just power this needed - it was wisdom, <i>understanding</i>. I suffered along with this place for years trying to understand the curse... and it seems I will continue to do so.


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


Well. We won't be long finding out, I suppose.


He's more than that - I couldn't be prouder of him.


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


Macte virtute!<br>v2


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 3


<i>Mm-mmm...</i>


Effort v6


Here I go.


An cultist apostate - I reckon one of a kind. Curious.


Shadowheart - aid us!


Look at those walls! No better city to weather the army of the Absolute in.


If she really wants it, she can come and get it herself.


Effort v3


Your heart's cold as ice, Astarion. I'm just making sure no one slips and gets hurt.


You may be right, but those who live in desperate times often reach for desperate solutions. Be sure not to do the same.


The first time I died, it took an army to put me in the ground. What chance do you have?


Who th -


*Your minds become one. The man sees a familiar figure in your thoughts: red skin, curled horn. Karlach.*


A cultist deserter? By the gods.


If she makes it back before me - tell her I love her. And I'll see her soon.


Some of us had it easier than others. The baker, the schoolmaster - when Elturel was swallowed up, they could do little but survive.


<i>Bah</i> - your mind is made up. But there's another option, glory be to the Comet.


Halsin is one hench elf. I'm impressed - and glad he's on our side.


That kobold reeks of spirits. Fire could be explosive.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


The ring changed colour. I wonder why.


Breathe deep, and move.<br>


Gith warriors? Some must have fallen to the curse.


I'm my own man, Shadowheart... in this sense, at least.


Hrah! Do you like that, Kagha?


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


We redden our steel by the light of day in His name.


Then I'm glad. The Captain didn't take orders from nothing or nobody. She'd have picked death over the hag any day.


<i>You will not enter here! </i>


Fair enough. I only wish she'd have a bit of peace, after all the shit she's been through.


Forward.


Attack<br>var 2


So, yes. I'm scared. And I'm not ashamed of that.


We came here to rescue Duke Ravengard, but we didn't stand a chance.


Victory<br>


Darling, healthy relationships are not my strong point, but even I can see she loves you.


Effort v5


Hope is a fine thing, my friend - but even my hamster thinks we will be needing something more.


I have no doubt! But such grand deeds as yours often require... interpretation. The grove, for example.


Te absolvo!<br>v2


Can't even catch my breath.


I could drown in that song...


So it's yours, okay? Nine-Fingers gets her crate, I get to keep breathing and everyone's good, yeah?


Yes, and my knees feel <i>every</i> year.


So many Selûne statues. But no worshippers.<br>


By the gods. One of Lolth's abominations.


Dark Justiciars - deader than dead.


<i>Everyone, look! </i>This is the one that delivered my soft and downy bum from a pack of gnolls!


To be fair, for a miserable collection of shabby hovels jam-packed with wretched refugees, this place isn't bad at all.


*Somewhere, on the wind, you almost feel you hear a rumbling laugh.*


She was mine to deal with - you robbed me of that.


Unfortunately, I'm exhausted. If I take you to the grove now, I'll get lost - I know it.


But... something's <i>different</i>. You're aware of the monster inside you. You don't bow to the Absolute, like the True Souls do...


First step is the hardest.<br>


What are you... this one's tryin' to control my mind or somethin'!


Oh, joy. More cultists.


I would have thought you understood that, Bhaalspawn. I am disappointed.


Macesce!


If it ever does, I will kill you without hesitation.


There - in the cage!


Training. Planning. Worship. The blooding of Shar's warriors.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Buff


I even hoped you and my daughter might one day create a new blood-lamb for us, but it is not to be...


Lend me your ear.<br>


They just had to talk to me.


Mind flayer's dead - the imps killed it.


Macte virtute!


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Oh, don't come to me for advice. I'd have poisoned Orin a tenday ago were I in your shoes.


Even you, Disciple Z'rell?


Ah! <i>Glorious. </i>Look - my hand still shakes.


Could just look the other way.


Come, Kagha. We took back the idol. Surely...


*The wound on your hand threatens to flare again.*


I will assist.


The Stone Lord means to rob the Counting House - and Nine-Fingers will be waiting.


Argh! Perhaps it... weighs what is offered?


That's the symbol of Myrkul.


Oh, but I do concern myself, Mr Dekarios. Even when you're being as annoying as you are now.


Now we're talking.


Whatever fits in that socket must power this thing.


--  <b>come</b> ----


Do it - dominate the brain. NOW!


And I do apologise for last night. I may have gotten a little... overexcited?


My <i>husband's </i>name was Lanpos, ma'am.


Volo non fugia!


Rout the Absolute's poison from this place.


My. You must find the city very appealing to be making those sorts of noises out in public...


*Your mind whirls as the brain, swimming with parasitic juices, connects with yours.*


Effort v3


The most loyal among the cultists receive an audience with the Absolute. To do this, they comply with Ketheric. You should do the same.


Ghustil, assist me. The istik has turned against me!


Who knows what he may have up his rotten sleeve.


Interesting bottle. Looks expensive.<br>


No. I'd probably just break your jaw for asking.


You saw Gortash, didn't you? What the fuck was he doing down there? Is all of this because of him?


<i>Dear Cora...</i> Hm. Open Hand Temple parchment. One for later.


Well, you've got it. And my friendship, for as long as you want it.


It senses something, doesn't it? I'll keep my guard up.


Why would you use a headless zombie to pilot a watcher? Not even a whole zombie?!


If they wish to walk through the darkness alone, they are welcome to.


Here to help? Talk to Skarjall. Here to gawk? Find a ledge to fall off.


Push them back!


That's... not the same cow as I saw at the druids' grove... is it?


Nimias... <i>True Soul</i>...


I'd tell you to stay safe out there, but after today, I doubt there's anything you can't handle.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


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


Wait, penitent one.


Strength in partnership.


A couple turns should do it.


True. You wouldn't have the grit.


Shove off. Ain't lookin' for friends.


Blood follows me everywhere.


*Flymm's Cobblers. Walk in a pauper, strut out a duke.*


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


*You do recognise the language, however. These people are Gur, a tribe of monster hunters you've had dealings with before.*


I'll save my gratitude for when I'm cured.


I haven't seen a single goblin. That's good, isn't it?


I pray the tieflings realise we are not to be trifled with.


Wow, so that was Mystra. Pretty spectacular stuff. But I think Gale was right not to agree to do her bidding, no questions asked.


You are a fit specimen yourself, kin. Fit enough to wield a silver sword of your own, should Vlaakith be so generous.


Looks like that hurt.


*The device is strange, made of taut flesh and pockmarked metal. It <i>waits</i> for something.*


And you have been thorough?


Hunting... runaway slave...


I'll get you moving again.


Wyll's devil is a sly little wretch, I'll give her that.


Kelemvor's blessings.


Looks expensive. Wouldn't mind trying a bit myself.


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


<i>It's gone to the city - we must follow. And hope we are not too late. </i>


I've got the novices in hand, True Soul. War camps, docks... plenty of work for those who serve Her.


These volumes... they're all about Shadowheart. Years of training and tutelage.<br>


Ugh! Gods, now I'm soaked in it!


Follow the trail of these murders. Prove the truth. Use your lineage to get places the Fist can't.


Still here, stranger? Me too. Not yet ready to face up to what I have to do, I guess.


And he will be grateful for it. I'm sure. Your friendship is a blessing for anyone, though I'm glad our bond is becoming something more.


Ugh - he's about to belch!


After this, I know we'll make it to Baldur's Gate. We've fought too hard not to.


A great battle was fought here - I can practically hear the din of blade against blade, axe against shield.


It's an ancient, evil being who refused to die. Who <i>cannot</i> die. I used to hear about them in stories, and I can't think of another explanation.


We should make an offering to Lady Shar, to seek her blessing and protection against what lies ahead. A Nightfall ritual.


And it worked - the shitty redcap proves it. Ethel is here.


Do you think Wyll would approve? I saw how he looked at you earlier.


It's understandable that you've been resisting the prospect, but it is how you will earn your redemption.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 2


Your cheeks, at least what I reckon are your cheeks, look a little flushed, love. Are you hurt? Cold? Feverish?


She's a formidable woman, my Aylin, but no one could escape such horrors unscathed. She's in my hands, now, and I intend to help her through whatever's to come.


Victory<br>


EffortMouthOpen
var 4


*The old you may have believed that once, but no more. Your vision blurs with hot tears...*


You're the one punishing the Absolutists, right? Give them a kick from Kaet.


It's opened. I wonder what's back there.


We've been infiltrated? Thank the gods you found him out. Give the order. I'm with you.


Thank you for coming to my little shop. I hope you have a wondrous day!


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


Nothing - it must have been disarmed.


*The drow script inscribed on the blade flickers and glows. It rises from the stone, hanging in the air in silent offering.*


Someone's killing us off - battle stations!


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


But you're not here for heroics, are you? Avernus' stench is all over your skin.


But appearances aside, glad you came along. I have to go - got kin who need me.


Cal... what am I going to tell Rolan?


No dream, then. A nightmare.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 4


Thank you, magic!


You have new friendships now, Astarion, and a new family. Minsc is your friend - Boo is your brother!


And while repaying what he did to me is impossible, I am damn well going to steal that bastard's life work. I <i>will </i>become the Ascendant.


Hear me.<br>


I wonder what kind of creature could have caused so much damage.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Refreshing.


Don't be foolish - you're far too pretty to hate.


We have remained undisturbed for an age. What was that rumbling?


Your face. <i>The Absolute has shown me.</i>


No reward, I promise you. A curse.


Thinking about moving in? I have some lovely lightless cells I could show you.


All of it, drivel. Gith declared Vlaakith queen of the empire, and her own son defied her. Orpheus would have ceded control to the <i>ghaik</i>.


'...but in his doom he shall spawn a score of mortal progeny.'


Why look for hidden meaning when the words are laid so bare?


The work is not done yet.


Unless you're going to say 'I'll be leaving', I'm not interested.


Let me help.


Might be worth checking Arfur's donations - looks like his generosity's compromised.


You're enough of an arse when you're sober, never mind drunk.


Stuck no more.


Lord Gortash may be dead, but his legacy lives on in the Steel Watch. They'll keep on going without him, right?


Give a <i>Light</i> spell a try. That should get us into that chest.


Isn't it obvious? I'm going to kill Cazador.


Are yerrrr mer mermer?


Don't mind if I do.


I see your idiocy is only surpassed by your <i>ego.</i>


Such a strange disc. Are these githyanki markings? Lae'zel might know.


I heard there is so much goblin blood on your hands that it soaks their children's nightmares.


If you insist.


<i>I took this one from the nautiloid. I have been nurturing it ever since - priming it for your use. </i>


Hello, a little help here?<br>


Cora's nice. Roger's nice too, but Cora's my favourite.


You tryin' to grab the adamantine back there for yourself?


Well, it wasn't in his published archives - it was merely a sketch. He invoked Mystra's guidance on how to complete it.


Gustas dulcis!


You're a vampire! I can't believe I trusted you - let you share my camp.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


I'm feeling stronger by the minute. I'll be fine.


I want to leave this place with my wife and start anew. I wish you the same.


Those beds look harder than a brig hammock, and twice as full of bugs.


The parasite links us - it showed me you with the fiend. Her death is my first priority, as it has always been.


What?


Oh Umberlee spare us, no. My friend - what happened to him? What's going on?


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


Very well.


That should work.


No one's prayed here in an aeon.


Wonder if I could con some gold off that cleric.


Or even at all?


My heart soars just to look upon you. What do you need?


Stop fighting me, petal. Let me take care of you.


No... I'm fine. Forget it.


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


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


One day, I'll catch a break.


In time, I will free the occupant of that artefact. You'd be foolish indeed to intervene.


Should mind my step.


What happens to the disobedient, slave?


You - you've heard of him too?


It's a rare day I see one of you lot about. Thank goodness you came along when you - oh!


A mouse couldn't squeeze through those vines.


A knife in the dark.


But fine, if you're not interested in helping, I guess I'll just have to try and convince my superiors to put some resources into this matter.


I will admit a petty sort of pleasure in watching Shadowheart make the goddess look a lackwit.


Whatever it is doesn't bode well.


A scrying eye - best not do anything suspicious while its watching.


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Thank fuck. You scared me there for a moment.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


*You try to muster a defence, but it's not enough. You're about to be locked up.*


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Do I know you?


Blessings from the Moonmaiden - and bearing the same symbol as that chest.


So we ensure that in our ranks, there are no mistakes.


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


Hardly worth my time.


I've yet met an ailment it couldn't help - baldness, blindness, poison, piles...


She does - she does! Chopped into messes and food for the rats.


Not for one such as I.


I suppose thanks are in order.


Idiocy punishes itself. My instructions were clear, as were the consequences of ignoring them.


I feel it too. Losing energy... losing focus...


We have your designs. We have your methods. We have no more use for you.


For now, take what rest you can - we will watch over you this night.


It's time for me to hunt <i>my</i> prey.


Hey there. You wanna buy one of my lucky rings? Bargain magic at good prices.