'Audience' is right. She's an uppity one and no mistake, but she knows 'er business.


Time for some bloody work.


Enjoy your fantasy, my liege. But don't expect me to bow.


If you are to repay what you owe, then there is no time to waste. Start at the beginning.


Some sort of magic blocking the way.


And I'm glad to be had - glad to be with you, I mean.


You sure about that? Not every glowing light is an invitation to take what's inside it.


Oh, you! From the Baldur's Mouth article! I must dash, but I enjoyed reading of your deeds. Keep it up.


For once I will happily admit it - I do. I owe you everything.


You've never tasted so sweet, darling.


We've dealt with the parasite. And you dealt with Cazador. I'll never be in someone's power again.


We act with a purpose, Sarevok. Perhaps you have forgotten what that feels like.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Try not to lick your lips as you say that.


<i>I'm wasting time killing trash - I need to dominate the brain!</i>


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


Work to be done.


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


Welcome to the Blushing Mermaid - we've got rules, and they <i>will </i>be followed.


Still won't move.


<i>We got good coin for him. Closed our debts, and all of us kept our lives - Enver included.</i>


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


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


No matter what you are - what you <i>were</i> - you are the best of the Baldurians now.


How about now?


By the time you've read that one you'll be ready to write your own!


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


Mol will keep an eye on her.


'Rascal.'? 'Jagoda.'? All these collars belonged to pets.


*You recognise the Overseer's uniform. She's a follower of Bane - the god of tyranny.*


Victory<br>


Quod dico face!<br>v3


Still though, you know where the House of Grief is, and what lies beneath it. We all need to be unburdened, every now and again.


You should hope for a fraction of the honour.


I miss the camp. It's too quiet out here.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


Seco!


It's for a good cause.


But perhaps I can interest you in claiming another prize?


The rooftop chapel is reserved for the General's private contemplation - save for those he chooses to ascend.


That was no ordinary bear... better investigate the corpse.


Hardly a welcoming sight.


The stink of that place might never wash out.


I just pictured my own young'uns out on that road, no home, no shelter... It don't bear thinking about.


C'mon!


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


They're after a weapon. Surely, they don't mean that strange artefact of ours...


All this fear of an inquisitor. He'd better be worth it.


What's taking so long?!


We need a place to hide any good stuff we find.


I am here - do not be afraid.


Well. That's one way to make your presence known.


Diminue!


Head to Baldur's Gate immediately. You'll both do excellently there, I have no doubt. And thank you for, well, you know.


Direct that elsewhere.


<i>Drugh</i> yes. That's it, ya beasts!


One final night in the open air, and then back to the city. Rest while you can - I fear that quite a bit of work awaits us.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


The ones who were supposed to carry this are already dead. Better you don't ask - new Zhentarim leadership in the city.


No ordinary creature did this. Redcaps ripped the place to pieces.


Be right there.


Hear the news out of the foundry?


I won't let you go alone. Who knows what this wizard might have planned?


Intactilis sum!


Hah! No, no thank you - let the wiser members of my order wrinkle their brows over <i>that</i> particular phrase.


What a hammer - looks like it has a history, too.


I'm surprised she hasn't dragged you off to rut already.


And you slaughtered my honour guard.


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


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


Help is at hand, my love.


Tell me honestly, did you kill him for my sake or to stop me completing the ritual myself?


You look lost. The stairs behind you will take you back up to the temple, all right?


<i>In my name.</i>


Then I'm glad you're on our side.


Or I was, at least. I went there - the grove is sealed off to me, to the whole world.


Where to next?


Ah, yes. The tongue. Yet another piece of pleasurable anatomy you'll soon have to do without.


Pallida mors!<br>v2


An ordinary pillar, this is not. I can feel the infernal magic that fills it.<br>


What's that?


Ease your suspicions - I've got no mind for slaving. My passion is stone, and my god is the chisel.


Consider it done.


Barbarian Roar<br>v5


Did you misplace it? I'll be here if you find it again - just shout.


Recovered <br>V3


SurpriseOh<br>var 3


I won't keep you waiting.


<i>I wouldn't mind a very well-earned libation, myself.</i>


Victory v4


The statues reveal a hidden path. Most clever.


Head on up. Your <i>uncle</i> is waiting for you upstairs.


My, my, what a curious meeting place this is. Only those in search of something altogether out of this world would scour this forgotten road.


May Tyr guide you true.


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


A test, then, to see if you are as capable as you profess to be.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


I'd just fall back down - legs are as steady as a foal's.


You tamed the beastmaster. We thank you, friend.


Are... are you... the True Soul?


I've been hungry for so, so long...


These chests are empty...


Or it'll come back to haunt us.


Dying Burning<br>v5


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


My husband could be lying dead in the street and I still have to queue to find out!


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


Recovered <br>V3


Sometimes the only way out is through.


Snore
zzZzz


Well then, let's hear it out.


Not sure... how much farther I can go...


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


House Vandree... far scout... searching...


Loquere si tibi placet!


You're right. You're a real True Soul. I felt it.


<i>Mother Gith protect me - the Netherbrain's force is a deluge upon my mind. </i>


She'll extend that protection to you too, if you see her. You've shown me how well you can sniff out secrets - I'd like to see you turn that nose upon Ketheric Thorm.


Rest. Heal. Celebrate if you wish. Mourn if you must. Come morning, we shall discuss delivering you from your parasite.


Mother... would be... proud...


This one, <i>Sky-Swain</i>  is about what it might feel like to mate in the air, in the age where wings were yet with us.


Hurt


Doesn't do anything.


Voco flagella!


Wulbren's gone. Wulbren's... <i>dead</i>. But. You know that.


A shame they've wilted, these must have cost a fortune.


Da mihi facta!


Netherese? Ancient magic, that. Netheril is a memory so distant, I wager even you elves have forgotten.


Recovered


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


I'm not looking for miracles. Just blood.


Stay sharp. All it takes is one stray arrow.


First step is the hardest.


*This area is strictly off-limits. It seems you're about to learn that the hard way.*


Toning things down.


Orin's playing games. What's she after?


Corellon preserve me. That cannot be our fate.


Damn that djinni. Where <i>am </i>I?


You do...? Well... all the better then, I suppose.<br>


These horns are a fine trophy. Hacked from the skull of a war devil.<br>


For your sake, you ought to nip this in the bud before she turns on you.


<i>I hope I never find myself in that situation again. </i>


Cudo! v3


Thought we'd leapt from frying pan to flame for a moment, there.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


This rubbish is an offering to Selûne. At best, it's worthless. At worst... who knows? Could be cursed.


First you urge grace. Then you speak truth. You've surprised me twice over.


Don't take long, puppy. They pop a tadpole in me, and the Hells'll have you for good.


LIAR! DIE!


You think you are in a position to make demands? This is the Mother Superior's house, raised in Lady Shar's honour, for the pursuit of her greatness.


Mine.


Hope this ends well.<br>


Not to mention the parchment quality of the gazette - awful.


Smash 'em, Crusher!


Success. As expected.


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


I do not intend to lead a suicidal charge. The goblins are expendable; I am not.


Still hot to the touch. When it comes down to man versus dragon, the result tends to be predictable.


We used to dance. There used to be music.


The Prince of the Comet has fallen. He sacrificed everything to stop the Grand Design. Does that mean nothing to you, Lae'zel?<br>


Don't worry. I'll free you.


My hamster wishes to parley.


Welcome, dear patron, to Sorcerous Sundries.


Uh-huh. Eyes open, body still.


Wait. Maybe you don't have to. It... it should be me.


Well, to begin, I think a toast is in order. Any suggestions?


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


Crusty rogue.


Move.<br>


Another step forward.


Stay strong, my love.


Our illithid warns us away from what lies beyond that gate, but perhaps it underestimates us.


*Rest does not come easy tonight. Your mind considers one future after another, teasing apart the possibilities.*


Look at that - this orthon's not just a killer, but an artist!


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


Shit - good thing, too. You won't get far without one.


Gods, you're cute.<br>


Don't you dare! I CAN FEEL THEIR POWER FLOWING INTO ME!


Closed Mouth Effort v4


<i>Nere is your death. </i>The Absolute wills it!


A relic of my people. An ancient one. Curious, that the one I'm to kill should be living inside it.


Barbarian Idle Roars


Oof. No. Sorry Dribbles.


I'm, uh - I'm sure you have more pressing concerns than talking to me.


Bloody hells, my heart - it feels so full. And happy!


Ready to go, but not quite. Something else is needed.


All of this, sitting beneath Moonrise. For how long? And how deep does it go?


Nahhh.


It's broken. And I'm not sure I want to brave the cursed land without it.


There is nothing <i>fancy </i>about good work. Respect the stone, or it may crush you.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


*The human's eye twitches. He's about to blow.*


Begone, pox-faced loon.


A <i>ghaik</i> colony. Illithids are certainly the driving force behind this Absolute cult.


Every ghaik is an abomination. Maybe you're an exception. Maybe.


Let's prowl.


Hostium munera!<br>v3


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


The thing that will decide my fate forevermore? Yes, it has been on my mind - why?


Great - we can bunk with ten other people and pray none of them have sticky fingers!


Submersible's broken. Can't seem to turn it on.


You two... You're... you're like <i>them</i>, aren't you? Absolutists.


*If you free their families trapped at the Steel Watch Foundry, they promise you aid in your battle against the Absolute.*


Inactive. What powered the one on the nautiloid?


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


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 2


Victory v4


Obedi me!<br>v2


I've got the plans and the sussur bark. Now I need somewhere to craft it all.


A headless zombie? Why would Watchers conceal such a thing?


Recovered <br>V3


My little girl is <i>dead. </i>You were there! Why didn't you stop it?


That a 'yes' or a 'no'?


Hark! A dung golem!


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


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


Step away, lest I forget my pledge to Lady Orin not to put an arrow in you.


As for what you've done for the grove, speak to Rath. He will see to your reward.


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


This is no fun without Scratch here.


The Absolute's end would be the guarantee.


A list of names, with some struck through. Somehow I don't think you'd want to feature on this...


Form was all over the place. Like you didn't even <i>train.</i>


You... but... <i>how</i>?! Well... never mind how. Listen here: if you give me that mushroom, I'll propagate it to the Hells and back.


I know we're neither of us in our first flush of youth, but this... It's untenable.


*The beast flashes a message of comfort. But his eyes betray his concern.*


Here I go...


No you don't. Come on, then.


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


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


A simple creed to spout. A harder one to live by.<br>


Let's go, tiger.


Voco spicae!
v3


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


Not now. Gortash has the floor.


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


Not exactly a resounding declaration of love, but... maybe that's for the best.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


These boots have seen everything.


Ancient bones, but their equipment looks as sturdy as ever.


One more test awaits. Descend to the Nightsong. Make a sacrifice. Rise again a Dark Justiciar.


Weak


Without so much as a lick of that mouth-watering meat of yours?


Still have the goblins to deal with. Can't let our guard down just yet.


<i>One way or another, got to reach the top.</i>


I hear nothing. A hallucination, perhaps?


A-ha. I was hoping you'd find this place. Thought you might've fallen in a hole. I'm pleased to see you, but I think there's something happening at the Towers. You like heroism, don't you? Might be of interest.


Now, you've got business in the Towers to take care of.


Hello? Little... whatever you are - I know you're there. Come out.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


*Sigh.* If we must.


How strange, I feel... marvellous!


In that case, let there be <i>Light</i>.


Yes. Jenevelle. Our little Jen...


Time to push my luck again.


Oh no, little rabbit. You don't get to just hop away.


Doppelgangers. Jaheira won't be pleased to hear this.


I see the generous spirit who sacrificed everything so our people could be free.


She... what?! Does this mean she's still alive? I've got to find her - set her free! Tell me everything you know. Please.


We probably should save the druid, though. He does have his uses.


No way! This is my shop - that means I'm in charge of all the stuff in the shop. And that's that.


They have you.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Oil, black as ravens' wings. Let's see where the trail leads.


No - I won't hear of it. Not until we know there's absolutely no other way.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


I think they're dragon marks. Better keep an eye out.


Thank you for everything you've done.


Consider this my formal resignation, Lorroakan.


Keep going! Don't look back, whatever you do!


I've got the plans and the sussur bark. Now I need somewhere to craft it all.


*This is the flute Gale kept on his person. A faint magical aura envelops its wooden surface.*


That's one shadow monster dead.


I'm not asking for much - just a <i>teensy </i>investment to get me started.


And you've been slacking as well, Scratch m'boy.


But you're right - if we're to make it through all this, there can be no room for hesitation. You're doing well.


Kled likes feeling happy. Kled hopes the feeling stays.


A century of it. I have mourned her every day these hundred years. When I saw Ketheric had made her live again - made her his <i>thrall </i>- lo, my gorge did swell.


Be still and be silent. I'm here for Raphael.


These tracks... goblins?


I need a little extra edge.


Hard to believe she is dead after all that she did to me.


For all our sakes - help me up!


Since then the city faced countless threats - but the Baldurians overcame them all. There was never any need to call upon the wyrm. But this time, things are different.


Eyes front and keep your nose clean, newcomer - a noose and a short drop is how we deal with troublemakers.


Please - let us through.


There's one regular visitor that he particularly fears... She is... shhhhhhh...


You serve the Dread Lord well. Orin's faith in you is well-earned.


Oh, you filthy thing. You have surprised me.


The bards, says Boo. They conspire not to safeguard our trousers, but to rid the world of pants entire.


Our mission is urgent, and our time short. Do not waste it.


Your Majesty...


What... what was that?


Clausus!


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


Out of sight, out of mind.<br>


Welcome, friend. You've joined us as we honour our fallen dead - a sombre time.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Te adstringo linguam!


<i>I'm sorry you feel this is necessary... but I understand. You really are just like me. </i>


Hope we weren't s'posed to take any prisoners...


You've learned so much? That tadpole in your head already begins to pay dividends.


What - you'd think I'd just toss 'em? They're coming with me. A gift for the General.


He fears authority figures. Perhaps his teacher took a strap to him and left a deep impression at an early age.


Maledicte es!<br>v2


Not working.


Mors certa!


That's <i>right </i>G'r'ath. You're next on the list. That's why you're here, guarding nothing.


I never thought I'd be thankful for such darkness as this.


You want to <i>adopt</i> it?


Dying Burning<br>v5


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


Infernal artefacts. A little exotic for a humble curio shop.<br>


But if this is the way to Moonrise Towers, then this is the only path I've got.


Fine, I'll help.<br>


Damn these imps - I need to reach the transponder.


Yes, the rubble - it was a great beast that tore these walls down. I should have known.


That's Darkmaw the Wicked! Imagine meeting him in the flesh - or rather, in the hide and stuffing.


Oh! Oh, well. If that's how it is, then Bailey, I'm afraid I spoke hastily to you.


War is an old woman's game.


Here lie Pluck and Caerlack Cliffgate. My parents. Hi mum. Hi dad.


I'll not let another killer roam this city. To arms!


Recovered <br>V3


That thing's focused on <i>us </i>now! Let's get to the transponder and get out of here.


This doesn't have to be your burden alone. Every moment counts, and I've asked much of you already without being at your side.


And yes, I'm sure there's someone out there for you. Lae'zel for example - I saw her looking at you a little less murderously than usual.


They should all be running.


As you command, Nightsinger.


No bleeding out on my watch.


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 2


You're fortunate I've work to do, or I'd show you exactly where they like to stick a palette knife.


Now that's... dedication?


Voco nubes!<br>v2


Scarcely worth the effort.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


A curious disc. Githyanki, perhaps. Lae'zel may know.


But the Absolute's blessed me. She'll guide my steps.


That doll is hideous. Haunting. Vile. It must be modelled on a human child.


I'm doing the questioning here.


I think Scratch is up north. Playing in a goat-farm in Icewind Dale, of course!


Victory v4


Diminuo te!<br>v2


What kind of contraption is this?


Quickly now - even here, we do not have infinite time.


<i>No ceremorphosis? That's impossible! But intriguing.</i>


Alone, wizard? I thought you were of the clever kind. Boo and I are here, and here we -


Awful, awful business, this murder. Terrible stuff.


<i>Aaaway!</i>


I don't think this is strictly legal.


Blink and you'll miss me.


With him gone and the city near ruin, the wyrm's awakening now falls to you and Wyll.


*You were witnessed interfering with a dead body. The alarm is being raised.*


My energy's draining. The shadows are taking their toll.


You! You poisoned us!


Am I mistaken?


You <i>what</i>, you cheeky bastard?


Stultissime!


Blasted fog is everywhere.


A druid and an outsider? We can do nothing without turning the others against us.


Sphaera mortis!


I don't think it's a bad look, but it is a very guilty one.


To our freedom!


*What is this Astral Prism? Who is this dream figure? And what makes Vlaakith so desperate to slay her?*


We are not welcome, my love. No matter. We will hie us to the Hill of the Headless Dancer and bare our flesh beneath the cleansing light of the moon's soft gaze.


Kith'rak Voss... Baldur's Gate...


Ketheric is vulnerable - all we need to do is strike.


To think she chose <i>me </i>- why I wake up every morning with a smile on my face. Now, what can I do for you?


Now you see me...


More's the pity. But no bother. These pigeons are quite delicious.


Ethel again? I was hoping she'd found some remote bog to rot in.


What for? The big bald fellow he was escorting?


I was once a servant of the Grand Design. Now I am slave to theirs. But you...


Have it your way, then - you might be sorry you did!


Worse than Mephistopheles, the devil who slayed his own son, he whose experiments threaten to melt his own frozen throne?


The heretics hold the lantern - take it back!


Please. I'm grateful for your help, truly... but I don't want any more trouble. I'll go, all right? I'll go!


My eyes!


Thank you, I... I'd better go, before they catch us.


Th-they didn't hide it. I don't think they even kn-know it exists.


Come on. Don't let them see you bleed.


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


What are you hiding?


*While you are left behind, once again. You feel a lump rise in your throat.*


If you need any ideas on how this place should run, just look to me.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 3


You won't stop us!


Hope your soul is in good hands.


Seems we've got a vampire among us. The sort of monster I vowed to rid the Coast of...


*An echoing clang and you're back to yourself - left only with a firm sense of a place. A grand forge.*


Thank you, for your candour, and your company. That night was still... very special for me.


I beg your pardon, but have some decorum.


Ah - a Continual Flame. There's no dousing fire like this.


Be healed!


Our wars are waged against <i>ghaik</i>, not bandits and petty thieves.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 2


<i>You are correct. I am ready.</i>


Voco arvina!<br>v3


I <i>will</i>. And you can keep that snooty attitude, I want none of it.


One gem is a prize. Two are a puzzle. They must have some use.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Did your crèche teach you nothing?


What fools you both are. Ketheric will never give you whatever it is he's promised you.


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


And now I can see it all. At night, obviously.


...and Ravengard died knowing the face of his killer.


Thank you. And for what it's worth - I'm sorry. I wish I could return the ones I took from you.


<b>DARKNESS</b>


Sold! A pleasure doing business with you, saer.


My energy's draining. The shadows are taking their toll.


Her Guild is disorganised. Undisciplined. The cult broke them in a matter of days, while my Zhentarim still stand strong.


*Can it really be true? Does he believe Mystra's instruction is <i>wrong</i>?*


Broken. Need to find another way.


I think Shadowheart would like a word.


A whole torso, clad in bloodied clown garb. Dribbles', of course.<br>


Risus abundat!


Laughter Maniacal


Got it! Looks like it might belong to the Counting House...


Hmmmm...


Resisto venenum!


I'm sure you'll sort out your little brain problem one way or another. Far away from here, if you've a heart.


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


My magic is not to be trifled with - leave or die!


Aqua pura!<br>v2


No more prayers... only dust and silence.


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


Not quite the full clown. One piece missing, by my count.


*Downstairs: the Glitter Gala. Upstairs: The Chromatic Scale.*


Try something else.


But the stories -


Vincere est vivere!


Perhaps. But I want to capture this feeling, while it still strikes hot.


Who said that? I'll break their bloody legs!


You listening?


Now, go. Finish your business here, and leave while you can.


Uh huh. Aren't they adorable?


<i>Like you, mind flayers know fear. Like you, we crave recognition.</i>


Damn this fog.


An easy fix. Hopefully.


Kill! Kill! Kill again!


When this is all over I'll be waiting for you, with a crackling fire and good book at the ready. Good luck, darling.


*In the hands of the Dead Three's Chosen, it threatens to do much the same. You must find a way to stop them, to render the crown harmless. Detonating the power of the Karsite Weave, if necessary.*


I will speak. Boo's breath still reeks of evil's rump.


Hang on!


Her fate was writ the moment she fled.


Go. You should pick up the drow trail with ease.


A cambion. Stay back.


I want to live to fight it. Not burn out before I get the chance.


We are rather good together, aren't we? I never saw myself as a hero, but fighting alongside you has been special.


My thoughts are my own now, and my purpose certain. I will wait at your camp - we can speak more there.


I can't believe you actually tried to bite me last night.


Et alibi!


The General has withdrawn to his chapel above. He is <i>not</i> to be disturbed.


Dying Freezing to Death


Lucky for you, I harvested a whole family of living-flesh in Rivington at Highsun. They will sate my blade-thirst tonight.


'Here lies Connor - beloved husband, and a tasty little morsel to boot.'


Damn right. Thing's like a splinter - we just need to find a way to squeeze it out.


Yes we do. We absolutely do. I need help, and I'm going to get it. Got it?


Oh, I like it. Homely.


Is that a fact? I'll tell them to watch their step.


Where's your pickaxe, gnome? Thrinn know you're over here?


Now that's not good.


I hear the Treefather's spirit in your words.


If you say so. You're the conduit for raw, cosmic power after all.


I'll have you up in no time.


Yes, yes.


Never wanted the easy path.


On my way.


Here we go again.


Look - you don't have to trust me blindly. I'll prove to you I'm as clean as they come. In fact, we're in the same line of work, in a way.


<i>Chk! </i>That orb is about to erupt.


<i>Tsk'va.</i> Do not defy my queen!


*Bhaal wants only blood.*


Nothing... I am forsaken.


*The markings reveal the location of a githyanki crèche.*


A devil and devil hunter, standing shoulder to shoulder against a common enemy. Rather poetic, I think.


This'll help.


I mean to taste it.


People just ran off and said nothing! Adults always do this.


Beautiful, ain't it? A tribute to our strength!


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 1


I shall help.


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


The same. It must be a side effect from what those tentacled freaks did to us.


As you should. When I am stronger, <i>we</i> are stronger.


Master Astarion? What are you doing here? Why aren't you downstairs?


A quick profit.


<i>Chk</i>. I'll handle it.


Thou art saucy as gruel.


Hmm, what could you be?


Yeah, yeah, I'm an angel. Giving away my one true love to a bloodthirsty toff.


Incredible. How old <i>is</i> this place?


Gortash? He's a man of action.


Is that... blood? No - oil. Heh. I'm not the only one leaking motor oil, then.


Effort v3


If Gale's intentions are virtuous, ultimate power will sour them. And if they are not, well - I shudder to think of the chaos he could sow.


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


You find meat? You SHARE.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 2


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


You're a beast - you and Baelen  would make fine bedfellows.


Well said.


With my last strength, I will save us both! Away. Away.


*Even imprisonment isn't enough to quell your murderous urges. Getting killed might be, though.*


True enough. There's a reason such unwitting heroes have been the backbone of lyric and legend for as long as both have existed.


Falling


Let's see what we have here.


This will do nicely.


A helping hand.


Pulso!


Something over there.


By the Exile - what <i>was</i> that?


The doll! Find the doll!


What can I do? Say, would you like a hug?


I think it's about time you and I had a little chat. An honest one.


I will aid you.


I need you at the peak of your powers.


It is better that you bow. Do you hear me? BOW!


You might be a shithead. But I'm grateful.


SmileOpen<br>var 3


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


<i>Glorious</i>. You have claimed the power of immortals, Lord Astarion. How does it feel?


On it.


...like falling to sleep...


Lyrthindor...


Well met, by whatever name. Though I'm afraid that's all the welcome we can give you.


Ketheric's lackeys found me already - blast it all. You need to deal with him.


Did I ask you, mate? No. And neither you nor mother hen here are going to stop me from having a good time.


My eyes!


Right, off to the manip with you.


Not for us, you understand. For the common Baldurian. Who <i>knows</i> what he's planning to do with it?


A petrification ray... someone addled that spectator.


Hold on! I'm coming.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 2


What light is that? A barrier to keep the shadows at bay?


Gods spare me, why did I think eating a second one was a good idea?


Who in the hells threw that?


Young owlbear, show us your fury!


Sine metu!


Cutting to the chase.


Mother liked every day when she could beat me and treat me like a slave.


And afterwards, the reckoning.


Carefully, now...


What you were, the things you must have done... you cannot set it all to rights. But if you are still willing to try, then I am still with you.


The message didn't quite sink in, I see.


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


I have to say, you know me better than I thought. I'll have to be more mysterious in future.


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


At least Ethel can't hurt anyone else. Not anymore - thanks to you. I bet killing her felt amazing.


Hm. A creation of my people, though I cannot decipher writing this ancient.


Ad vitam aeternam!


But there <i>is</i> a whole chicken someone only took a leg off.


Voco murus!


No!


Something's missing. I'll need a mould to get this thing running.


*The disc is similar to one you found before.*


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


Hang on now, soldier, I'm not paying for your sins.


Good time for a chat.


Ah! I can't!


*You are ready to strike, to end your own life - but then a shock runs through your mind. This is no dream.*


Keep it, for now.


Let him chase his prize if he wishes. We know of an even greater one that he is blind to - <i>the Crown.</i>


Be there in a blink.


Hm. All right.


This wasn't just a feast - it was a <i>Nightfall </i>ritual.


What has he gotten himself mixed up in now...


Absolute's Chosen... Moonrise Towers...


Shh - you need to listen or go away.


Pain is a <i>promise</i> - that all our enemies' blows have not killed us, and will be heaped back upon their heads ten-fold!


Vos curo!<br>v2


Onward, in Shar's name.


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Oh, you cheeky pup! That might scare someone else, but I know what naughty boys need - a bitta love and care.


Vae victis!<br>v3


Easy! He's with me.


Falling<br>var 3


Did you hear that? Lord Gortash has been killed! Who would do such a thing?


Dying Burning<br>v5


Corellon's star! That is <i>grotesque</i>.


VO_SFX : Spit


Victory v2


<i>Hm. I am afraid you have not offered any information I do not already possess.</i>


We are each of us threads in Her design. Even those we once called monsters.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


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


Only a very select few, taken from the highest reaches of society.


Forget it - it's blocked from behind.<br>


Those mushrooms have a curious symmetry.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


We'll see her again. She's twice the hero you'll ever be.


Shadow Druids? Kagha means to turn the circle.


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


Blessings from the Moonmaiden - and bearing the same symbol as that chest.


We have heads!


I'll be there soon, my lady.


Quod dico face!<br>v2


You are still full of surprises, ranger. I could not have said it better.


Interlocking circles with moons and stars. This must be the seal mentioned in that journal.


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


You don't craft a chest like that to hold trinkets. There must be something valuable inside.


Like hells. That ain't firewine!


I think I'll take that second horn of yours and use it as a goblet.


Gods, I want you. But I can't take your body without taking your heart.


*The amount you've offered proves your faith and devotion. You may now pray here once a day for a divine blessing.*


I won't do it again, I swear.


Need to stay hidden.


<i>Be swift kin. I need your aid.</i>


Ungh... My head... All right, where are you?


A mien cool as ice, yet eyes burning hot. Oh yes, I know your bliss:


I... I was wrong. I must free them.


GruntAngry<br>var 1


<i>We serve her still, and so do you.</i>


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Good, because next time there will be consequences.


My orders don't admit of any exceptions.


Always makes my day better.


It isn't the first time, and I'm sure it won't be the last. But I won't let him hurt anyone - or himself.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Mutatis mutandis!


If you had the chance to put a roof over your family's heads after being on the run for Torm knows how long, wouldn't you?


Look...


<i>Now we're down to one mind flayer.</i>


I shalln't be bullied, harangued, or deceived. Do you hear?


But <i>then</i> - you bashed the wretch's head in! So now, not only am I a-fumble, but I owe you, of all people, thanks.


I have something to ask.


Did you want something...?


The elder brain uses the infected like puppets. Such tremendous power.


Guess old Naaber's more of a talker than a fighter.


Indeed? Reputations can be slower to heal than flesh...


<i>We will wait for you.</i>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


We need to run. <i>Now!</i>


I have been focusing on the tenent of subjugation - having a test subject would be very helpful.


What do you mean 'dead'? How? Why?!


Don't bleed out on me.


I know you do... but I'm not going to let you. Not just yet...


Focus your attack, soldiers.


Jaheira, Minsc has been thinking, and Boo agrees - you are owed an apology.


Haven't a clue. Just got a letter from Rion, and they were gone by the time I got here.


Who am I? It's my favourite question. I scream it into the dark while I sleep, and whisper it to my memories when I wake.


There's no getting through.


I took up my oath  long ago, when I swore bloody vengeance against any who defied Lolth. Now, I myself have sinned against the Spider Queen.


This does not belong to me.


A secret that I know, and Vlaakith doesn't.


You've already been generously compensated, so all I have left to offer is my thanks.


Not even for a Slayer-Lord.


Should steel myself first.


- Zariel sends her regards.


<i>Gentle! </i>If you want to throw offal about without care, go work in the kitchens.


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


I'm supposed to be saving Cal and Lia!


Die, and serve again.


Remember - face, hands, eyebrows. And once it's lit, you commit!


'The Lord of Murder shall perish...'


Now, this is a vial of wyvern poison. It's quick and painless. Swear to me you'll swallow it if you feel <i>any </i>symptoms.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


A commemoration of battles long past. Like the town itself.


What other sins have you been cooking up?


Perhaps you were right to leave things as you did. We should finish this ourselves.


I couldn't bear the thought of them being hurt. Not after Zevlor.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


Another gem. There must be one for each trial.


*Your thoughts turn to your pact. Will Mizora ever stand in your way - and if so, will you dare resist?*


Closed Mouth Effort v3


They tortured my kin at length - broke her, and learned what she knew of the Astral Prism.


...Minthara... adept... House Baenre...


*Screech!*


Such childishness does not become allies.


*You'll fell great beasts and monsters. You'll be hailed as a hero. And you'll always wonder if you've earned the right.*


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Selûne's Tears... it must be beautiful to live there.


Looks like there's a temple under this place - and something deadly sealed inside it.


*You catch the lie - the monk isn't telling everything.*


Keep me in mind - Roger Gherkins, your Baldur's Gate realtor!


*The tunnels were created deliberately, but whether by tools or claws you cannot say.*


*Quil, the dreaming Bard. Her death weighs upon you still.*


Tight fit. I barely got through.


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


Yuck.


*The cub looks from you to his dead mother.*


I feel like a rothé in a tea shop.


Victory v3


*You feel Shadowheart's mind tug at the edges of your own. You know this sensation. She wants you to see whatever is about to be revealed.*


On this plane, the story always ends the same way. Order collapses, and shadows take the light.


Not that there's necessarily anything wrong with being a mind flayer, of course...


Autonomy begets consequence.


The traitor prince. Vlaakith's would-be usurper.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


A moment... you don't happen to know where I live, do you?


A cadaver with the brain removed. Is this how they puppet the Steel Watch?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


I couldn't agree with her more. There's more to life than... than time. It isn't about how long you're here. It's about what you do with whatever time you've got.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 5


Lae'zel. Glad you could join us.


No lock in sight. There must be mechanism or something...


Imagine choosing this as your place of rest...


Would you like to fetch instead, Boo?


<i>What about you though, Lae'zel? What's your plan?</i>


Away, eye-watering stench!


A battle to remember. I'm sure Raphael will be pleased...


Swarmed by goblins. Not a fate I'd wish on any beast.


No! Not again! I'd only just finished making nest number two!


Te occludo oculos!


Poor Minthara. Exiled from her home, tormented by a false god, and denied her vengeance.


East... village... well...


Diminuo te!<br>v2


Even in the Underdark, I never saw gloom like this. It's unsettling.


--  <b>join </b>----


Yes, my sweet? What is it?


Corruptus!


<i>At least - when she was alive.</i>


If I must.


I was no friend to Alfira - but there was no sense in killing her. I'll be watching everyone in this camp like a hawk.


Looks like the drider's caravan came from here.


Something's on my mind.<br>


Gone... and gods, what's that <i>smell? </i>Sulphur? Bizarre.


That corpse there - Arabella's mother. At least, what remains of her.


But you - you have defied Her will and my orders. Balthazar instructed you to retrieve the Selûnite cleric, but instead you are <i>here </i>questioning <i>me!</i>


*For a brief moment the lines on her face look deeper, her eyes full of pleading.*


*Let none transgress on this blessed day. Lord Gortash's ceremony will proceed without hindrance. Non-compliance will be punished.*


Ex Textura!


But I do enjoy a game of cat and mouse. Let the Grand Duke give chase. I might even let him catch me.


Contraband. Why else would so many goods be stored in such depths?


Meaningless.


Gods, how are we not there yet? My feet are killing me.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


It's back!


This ain't our fault!


Don't be foolish - you're far too easy on the eyes to hate.


I hope you'll live up to both your reputation and your promise. Thank you.


I shall investigate.


As bloodsuckers go, he wasn't the worst. Handy in a fight, if nothing else. As long as you didn't turn your back on him.


Just three times... Only have to say it <i>three times</i>...


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


Keep your mouth shut - you're going to get us in deep <i>tsk'va</i>.


Elturgard. Further from Baldur's Gate than I'd hoped.


I have heard much of the cunning and caution of the Harpers. Clearly those tales were exaggerated.


This is ridiculous! I just want to bury my little girl in <i>peace.</i>


Can we get two?


It doesn't matter - Astarion's dead. For good, this time. We're safe as we can be.


Kill the tieflings and <i>take</i> what you need.


*You never want this perfect moment to come to an end.*


Oh, this should work perfectly.


There you shall be judged. There you shall <i>transcend</i>.


In that case, I owe you a debt of gratitude.


Silentium!


Maybe I wouldn't be so little if I had a proper dinner and a nest.


Simple enough.


A bone. Dry and brittle.


So many authentic devillish items - a diabolist's at work here.


You just take one. They're swarming the place!


You really should have had someone clever look that thing over before you signed.


So?


Chased elf... brains chased me...


When the time comes to take control of the cult, there will only be me and you. Everyone else is expendable.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min0:36-1:23<br>var 1


*He brings over a small chest and opens it on top of you. There are gentle pricks all over your body, as an unknown writhing takes over.*


Each figure alike in its pose, unique in its horrors.


<i>Nnnearrgh! </i>You could've warned me!


Falling


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


High Harper. May Selûne's Tears shine on this meeting.


Go on, get some air. But don't go cursing me if that shadow-shit snuffs you.


Happy to assist a friend.


I'm exhausted. Better find somewhere to camp soon.


The beast struck Holli while she was swimming in Grey Harbour. She was found by some fishermen.


What to choose?<br>


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Pulchrior!


You're with the h-hag?! <i>How could you?</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Seems I can understand illithid script. Thank you, tadpole.


The idealist do-gooder, the benevolent burden.


The thing is older than the Rock of Bral - and just as unyielding.


She's the one who protected the Emerald Grove?


There is simply no chance. I am far too large.


You smell very delicious, but I will not bite you.


They're out for blood. I hope you're in good standing with them.


Territory... control... smuggling valuables...


*Your engine screeches and grinds within your chest; the inferno is here - and there's no holding it back.*


Incende!


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


*Blessed be you, pilgrim. Take respite now in the Dawn's loving gaze.*


We've got a job to do. These goods need to get delivered.


Sine metu!<br>v2


I'll keep this short, or my absence will be noted. You need the Orphic Hammer, and I know where you need to look:


A key - for what?


*Fungus and mould glaze the grotesque creature's face and body.*


*Whoever speaks lies against Vlaakith must be decapitated and bisected, and their head brought to her court.*


Be quick.


An' I ain't takin' fashion advice from someone with worg-dung on their face.


I'll be seeing you. And when I do - we dine.


Can't live my life without you.


*Some guards would appreciate your generosity, but not this one. This one prefers old-fashioned justice.*


Hmm, some strange grooves by the statues... I wonder if they can be moved?<br>


You think that by enslaving me with the Netherstones, you will bring your Father's scourge upon the world.


Not much magic left, though - sun's too bright.


I'll strike you down.


Aren't you just...


Really? But... I'm ready to do <i>anything</i>.


An ox this big wouldn't go down without a fight.


((*cleanse the <b>Rot</b>*))


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Talk. Why in the hells would a cultist turn on their kind?


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


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


Attack Critical<br>


Maledicte es!<br>v2


Sure, take it.


The false god creeps. The city must wake.


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


Yes! Very much, yes!


And yet you did not. I can only assume there was something you felt was worth saving.


Attack<br>var 3


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v4


It was not so much to ask.


Perhaps, but even if this is true, we're bound. We can't disobey him.


Right now? I bed down alone, I'm afraid. Perhaps once I talk less of curses and parasites, my fortunes will improve.


Not sure if we've got any. I'll find out.


But there will come a time when I must attend to the artefact's occupant. You'd be a fool to intervene.


And you - here, darling. A little something from your friend Lucretious. My circus and I can now <i>finally </i>leave.


Weavemoss... mugwort... incense...


Hey - that wasn't the deal.


Same.


Mushrooms and swamp vines. Not the most inviting decor.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


I'd better strike up a conversation.


<i>Kith'rak </i>Therezzyn is of the same opinion. She would see it destroyed and forgotten.


My friend, I could lift this smith and rain little kisses upon his brow!


*As you gaze deeper, you feel a focus. An <i>intent</i>.*


Hand over heart, I don't know their sister. I will <i>gladly </i>help you all look for her though.


Is he resting? Will the master rise again?


Don't see many of those - a genuine death devil skull, all the way from the Fugue Plane.


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


Yes. Yes, I see it!


Yes... I like it when my clients put up a fight...


As for your pale companion, we will hunt him no longer. Unless he gives us cause to.


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


I thought I could bear sleeping with you, to try and get you on my side.


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


I'll call you whatever you like, so long as you're happy. Arnell?


Oi! If I wanted a flaming mace flung at my head, I'd have bloody well asked for it.


Just an old prayer.


Could you ask her something for me?


Barbarian Roar<br>v6


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


This speaks of magic that can divide someone into many... but many <i>what?</i>


GruntDisgust<br>var 2


Sounds pleasant to swim with you. At a distance. It's usually so freezing.


<i>Nunc volo potestatem quam pollicitus es mihi...</i>


Scuse.


Heh. You've got brains, for a dwarf.


Voco vineae!<br>v3


Pain is intimate and <i>loving</i>. But trying to discuss that with these creatures...


That rodent's got the spirit of a centaur. I've got to respect it.


I'm not trying to try your patience, I simply need to be absolutely certain you understand.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


You are... nothing if not inventive. I can only hope the foe had already expired before you began your work.


No. No, please!


<i>Gortash is to be proclaimed Archduke. His grip on the city tightens.</i>


Your presence here is tolerated. Do not confuse it for being welcome.


I'll get you moving again.


<i>Gh'rack</i>. Hook horrors.


But please, continue - dig your own grave. It shall make for a fine lesson to all gathered before us.


Feel the backhand of justice!


I am your death.


A dangerous place to stock goods, even for a Zhent.


An easy fix. Hopefully.


The Absolute be damned, I'll make it! I will!


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


Likewise. Try killing a couple of these monsters before you die - lessens the load for me.


Effort


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


Indeed I am. And a <i>fabulous </i>one at that.


Move.


Hurt Critical


At last... thought I was done for.


The god of Justice never speaks false.


A Harper learns to doubt. To peer through every smile, question every look. Eventually you find whatever it is you fear, whether it is there or not.


No. You told me not to.


But honesty? <i>Remorse? </i>These are no use to me.


*You watch, speechless, as the cub begins to eat his mother.*


Oh, I see. Think I can't get you to confess? I'm something of an expert.


Don't make me hold your hand now.


Am I doing it right?


Do you think we could swim into the Upper City? Through the river, I mean.


Sob<br>var 2


Vampires thrive in the darkness even more than I do. Best wait 'til morning before we strike.


Lucky those bandits valued their own hides over their loot.


As you like. But don't presume whatever killed them is a thing of the past. Some battles span centuries.


Well... don't laugh, but one thing I do remember about myself is that I can't swim. I think it's time I remedied that. And washed off Shar's bile at the same time.


Find out what it is that makes him invincible so we can strip him of his advantage.


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


My people are leaving, and I must leave with them. I must call out to <i>Tu'narath</i> - my ascension's at hand.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 2


Have I been this way before?


'Down in the pits'? Either Halsin's in a foul mood, or he awaits rescue. Likely both.


First in my heart.


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


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


Hurt


It is a great honour to be chosen as <i>shu'kyani</i>.


Behold, brother, and take your fill!


That wall's dangerously weak.


Stop breaking my toys!


*You can feel the prisoners' power start to flow through you - racing through your veins, even as their screams ring in your ears.*


You wouldn't say that if you felt what I feel.


These are no fighters. They only wanted safety down here.


So beautiful. Like the whispers of the succubi.


Nulla salus!


I thought I made myself clear last time, gith - keep away from me.


<i>I understand. We can't be too careful.</i>


I call upon you, gracious patron, to rid me of this worm.


I'm flattered, but I think not. It's not you, you understand, it's me.


Traps! One always has to be on the alert.


Can't anyone just be themselves in this blasted city? These Bhaalists have more faces than a tridrone's timepiece.


Don't fancy getting my hands dirty. I need a shovel.


And he wants you to die. But not yet.


Do as Lord Bhaal commands - that is all she cares for.


<i>The duty fell to me. I am not long for this world - or any other.</i>


Separated in life, united in death. Let's hope they can find peace now.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


*As the symbol glows, power courses through you. <i>Authority</i>.*


So be it. The second question. What is your unspoken desire?


This should work.


Looks like any regular weapons I have work here too.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


You tread where you are not wanted - <i>leave</i>.


Otherwise, we're on our own.


Is this the first time I've caused a child's death?


I've never heard something so beautiful...


When we lay together, I was myself for the first time since they butchered my mind.


Whatever you might call this bond we've built, you're quite near to breaking it.


Sister was always good at hiding. But I'll find her this time.


I will take pleasure when I wish, and from whom I wish. Wyll looks particularly tempting tonight.


*Astarion lavishes attentions on everyone present with flawless technique, unfazed. It's all pure instinct.*


Ulma insists the tribe is not cursed, but I have my doubts.


I don't hear anything.


Hey there.


*Your movement angers the cub. He readies himself to charge.*


There.<br>


Extra Recovered <br>V3


Nothing will stand in my way.


This gal's tryin' to poison us! Kill her!


Shadows are moving out there.


You failed to bring forth issue while you helmed our cult. It is a mortal sin for a Chosen.


Victory v4


I held my own against the devils and imps, but they weren't my friends. How could they be? You don't go to the Hells to <i>live</i>. You go to punish and be punished.


Mm. Should've been locked.


*One by one, the spiders retreat to the rear of the crevice, lulled by your murmurs.*


Mmmn. That smells delicious.


<i>- stupid, worm-infested cockhead! </i>You have awoken the shadows!


Teleported right into the Underdark. Lovely.


My favourite assassin. I'm so glad you have returned to my side.


Here it comes.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Oh. Right.


Why would you take the knife from our enemy's throat? Unless, perhaps, he is not <i>your </i>enemy at all.


Where the hells are we?


Ogres... hungry... bloodied... screams...


More of this!


Right away.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


My home - a cloister of Shar followers, hidden in the city.


Get out of my head!


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


I can explain. But it's a whole situation.


So githyanki sleep in beds too. How conventional.


It senses something, doesn't it? I'll keep my guard up.


Resisto acidum!


Locked from the inside.


A keyword - this'll help us get what we need from the Archive.


Excuse me? I've been happy, thank you very much.


VO_SFX : Downed v3


But I still feel his presence. Something about that helm...


Glad that caught my eye.


But another seeks to disinherit you. Do not let her be your death.


Urgh - dizziness, nausea. Clear signs of poisoning. This is Nettie's doing.


Hm? Did you... are you talking to me?


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


Ocior!


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


Begone, pox-faced loon.


Hello?


Tempora mutantur!


*No matter how hard you try, you can't make any sense of the symbols.*


Good things come to those who are forthcoming - but only if they make it count.


No - but some part of him is missing. He is... hollow.


The barn? She must mean one of the empty buildings behind the inn.


We need a way out. Now.


Or I'll kick yer dirty head in, slug-face.


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


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


Let's see.


Mundus vult decipi!


There's a hidden path, p-past the bridge into the camp. Over to the side before you reach the first guards. Easy.


Fiat lux!<br>v2


I'd imagine so - there's no way he'd leave someone as appetising as you alone.


Recovered <br>V3


Come quietly. The Sea Queen will judge you.


Weak


Yes, my friend? What do you feel?


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


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


Odd necklace. Might sell for a few coppers.


Ketheric and his minions were clever. Cruel, but clever.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


There's no better way to unwind after a long day of killing.


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


I think I'll nip out for a bit, stretch my wings. And don't be too hard on him, pup. Don't you remember?


Nothing of value. Filthy, too.


*Kitchen closed during the day. Come back for dinner.*


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


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


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


<i>Chk.</i> Boars are squealing, irritating creatures. I would have heard it.


What could go wrong?


Such a thing must exist, surely... so I refuse to call this farewell. Just 'until next time'.


Oh, yeah? Well, you smell like... like <i>poop.</i>


Do not falter.


Oh, I think he can look out for himself once he's healed.


<i>Why am I being disturbed?</i>


Hey Borgus - this snooper's up in my brain. Time he learns a thing or two!


You have my attention.<br>


<i>Gah.</i> Does anyone feel a slight... headache? The clanging of a thousand hammers, perhaps?


Doth thee intend to just standeth thither?


We should inform her of his delusions. No doubt she'll have great fun dispelling them.


Have you back on your feet soon.


Hurt me. Please.


This is the greatest threat Baldur's Gate ever faced. Your father was right - we need Ansur's help. With him gone, the wyrm's awakening now falls to you.


Gather your thoughts. Then, perhaps, we can talk some more.


*A great fire roars through you - the fire of the First Hell.*


*YOUR NAME HERE. Plan ahead, so distant relatives don't do it for you.*


A lone cub isn't much of a threat...


Make your report. How did the battle unfold?


Dying Burning<br>v4


A dead tiefling. The horror of their end I daren't contemplate.


This is gonna hurt...


Our <i>Lady</i>. We serve only the Absolute.


It takes a brave woman indeed to say 'no' to Lae'zel of Crèche K'liir.


*You do not remember receiving it, or even its true purpose... but its influence over you is undeniable.*


If not over, then through.


Oak Father, lend my feet purpose.


Yes, <i>ch'r'ai... </i>


She's gone. And she left the stench of the Hellls behind her.<br>


I know it's drastic, but more monsters seem to terrorise this region every day.


Umberlee will watch over us.


Well that was memorable, wasn't it?


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


The clown's head. Sorry, Dribbles.


I thank you. Truly I do.


Now - I do realise an amount of thanks are in order. You've helped me. Twice.


Configo!


Keep up to date on the lord that's late - pick up your Gazette today!


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


We must eradicate them, starting with General Thorm... I mean Ketheric. My deference to him is a habit that will die hard, I fear.


Caveat incantator!


A diabolist's shop! <i>On your guard</i>, Boo - they like to use noble little hearts in their filthy rituals.


We made it.


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


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


You're not the gnome I'm hunting...


Was there anything else?


Ketheric had a daughter. Wonder if she was lost to the shadows.


Listen up.


It is an injustice, that those you saved will not see the goodness behind an evil face. But Boo and I - we will visit!


Didn't work. Need to try a different sequence.


I'll take the pain away.


Chilly down there. Very chilly. I think that's the Underdark.


I have not met a <i>ch'r'ai</i> of this rank before. He will still aid us, right?


I will hunt from the shadows.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


Shit. Brithvar's kicked the tankard. Prick was older than dirt.


That preening vulture seems intent on haunting our camp. I suppose we shall find out if her kind sleep - and how heavily.


Should work now - as soon as I find some metal to feed it.


It's done, Shadowheart.


Cat's crabs, you've saved my arse. Come back tomorrow, hey? There'll be more of the stuff already. Grows like a weed in the right hands. And erm. Thank you. Very much.


Glad to see you, friend.


You have the key to destroying it in the palm of your hand, though.


We almost had it!


Ale me!<br>v3


Why am I not surprised?


AgreeClosed<br>var 3


*Inside you, an atrocity is growing - feeding on you, <i>becoming</i> you.*


Perhaps you will keep your life if you stay away. If you think you can run from Bhaal, I won't blame you.


It's too late - the lamp has sunk her claws into you, and is booting me out! Don't like it? Swap with someone else! TOODLES.


Shhh. Silence is good. No screaming. No crying. No pleading. No air escapes.


Your daughter roused the nest. Did you expect the viper not to strike?


If you don't find solace at the bottom of a bottle, try a barrel, I suppose.


Looks like any regular weapons I have work here too.


We'd make better strangers.


Nulla salus!<br>v3


... Sszaryn...


Oh <i>shit...</i> You're serious. I can see it in your eyes. I've got to - shit, I've got a tab to settle. SHIT!


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


Omnia mutantur!


Hey. Hey! Stay with me!


And don't feel the need to brag to the others about our little tryst.


The time for talk is over - General Thorm must die.


She better. It's getting really sad in here.


Won't know what hit 'em.


We won't tolerate necromancy.


I'll say one thing for our troupe - we're not short on drama. I'm glad Shadowheart and Lae'zel settled their differences peacefully. Eventually.


Find patient. Curecurecure.


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


It's bloated with poison. Better leave it be.<br>


One way to find out.<br>


Magis amica veritas!


No, we cannot give up - not after all we have been through.


The body hasn't even cooled yet. We need to stay alert.


Inexpugnabilis!


Yeah, honey?


Was that a bulette? Best watch my step or I'll be lunch.


Didn't take you for a percussionist.


*It's just a rock, shaped like a parasite. It has nothing to offer you.*


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


Recovered <br>V3


Hm. This fairy ring isn't glowing like the rest.


Evanesco!


Don't group me with the likes of them!


It's gone - the entire crèche is destroyed.


I hope Halsin can help.


He's too dangerous to have around. We'd always be sleeping with one eye open.


<i>Oh, thank you, thank you! You are a good friend - no, more. Rescuer.</i>


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


Get moving or I'll swap my cane for an axe!


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


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


AARGH! P-please, we... t-to the east.


Take this. It's everything I've got. I won't try an' get ya killed again, promise.


I can't fit through here. Wonder if there's another way in.


Go wash yer mouth. An' don't speak to me.


*Before you can think twice, your lustful body speaks its profane language.*


So the demonic figures we saw were <i>githyanki</i> all along?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Better... less confused.


How about the Flophouse? It has plenty of spare beds.


A little pick-me-up.


Remarkable that this stayed hidden all this time.


The very same. I've had this condition for two centuries, but truth be told? You were my first.


I <i>always</i> preferred your methods to hers. You have mastery over your Urges, Orin was consumed by her gruesome obsessions.


Looks like you need a hand.


Do it. NOW!


You gotta be kidding. These trash don't have nothing on 'em but rocks.


Tight fit. I won't be getting back in that way.


Right. And I suppose you saw the smoke from the Underdark?


<i>Coward.</i>


Hm. Wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.


Hm. Not working right now.


The darkness will take our very life force, as long as we're in it.


<i>Now we're down to one mind flayer.</i>


A red dragon - here? What a thrill!


What in the name of Silvanus were those things? I've never seen - or <i>smelled </i>- the likes of them.


Anything that can be lit, flamed, or fired up! Smokepowder is a beautiful mistress, she will not be limited to one form, and she is quite malleable in the right hands.


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


Hah! Just try and keep up.


Good. Now go, and make every strike count!


Vlaakith has a plan. And she knows what part I must play.


And you will make spectacular thralls.


Through here? You must be funnin'. Lads - attack!


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


Oh, do you? Perhaps I'll let you try taking it from me, someday. I think I'd enjoy watching you struggle. And <i>beg</i>.


Hunting. Slave ran away. Took Sergeant Thrinn's boots.


Not much magic left, though - sun's too bright.


Ravengard has not once failed this city. If he trusts Gortash, then so do I.


As if I craved another whiff of sour breath.


We must not leave the stone behind! Without it, we can save no one, not even ourselves.


Hm - must be the tree from the note to Kagha. What's that cleft there?


No use. It's blocked.


With a flick of the wrist.


Nice.


Oh no.


I can't see any way to disarm it.


Then I suggest you look closer.


Florrick. We've got to help her.


Up there. Danthelon's Dancing Axe - the Harper safe-house Jaheira mentioned.<br>


You carry the stone plucked from Myrkul's Chosen, besides. Why call you 'enemy' when I could repair an old friendship?


Voco flagella!<br>v2


Have to keep low.


A token of my appreciation.


Now, let me offer you a little treat. In exchange for the teensiest vial of your marvellous blood, I'll give you something that'll really throw your enemies for a loop.


You're too late, I'm afraid. The Investigator has been and gone.


Rotten food and dried blood. A wild party, or something more sinister?


You truly forgot my power. You truly thought our bond as creator and creation was all that stopped you from killing me.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


What is that? Almost looks like someone was trying to grow a person.


*The flask is cold and heavy in your hand. There is a creature trapped within.*


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


Ale me!


What a brutal horror this life can be.


He says we will join with you, and cleanse Baldur's Gate of evil together!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


*His gnarled fist grips an axe.*


My shop's pilfered from every day by runts like him. City should be for proper folk, who earn their crust.


<i>Prostrate before your Throne of Blood... Heed our prayer, heed your call! </i>


The scent of blood is in the air.


Huh. Where's Gale?


*And he sees everything beyond. The nautiloid journey, the perilous path to Moonrise, the Astral Prism, and the Emperor within.*


I laughed in life I cry in death, a wicked shadow stole my breath.


Fool. Your silence speaks to your heresy. For the Absolute!


Never saw when he left though, did we? He could be propping the bar in the Elfsong for all we know.


Wait. How did <i>you</i> get in here? Away, SLAVE! They might have taken your mind, but they won't have MINE!


*Your mood levels out. You have found balance.*


Interesting. I wonder if those blueprints survived.


I can't rightly document your deeds from the bottom of a goblin cookpot, after all. Ha ha.


Descend to her.


The softest touch.


A prayer to dear old Selûne. Adorable.


And in the end, it was she who died - protecting me.


I'm merely pointing out this whole strategy is sorely lacking...


It seems like Cazador used Astarion's flesh not as a canvas, but as a contract. We haven't heard the last of this, I'll wager.


Let's get on with it, before I lose my nerve.


And you would use that power for good? A risky proposition.


There's more to this artwork than meets the eye.


I wonder what they say...


Mortalis!


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


At first it were just Priestess Gut and Boss Ragzlin. Then Minthara came along.


Might not be the time.


Once, perhaps. But those passions have soured.


No! No. Truth. Only truth. Mirror hides the book. Book makes people eat fingers. Like sausages. Crunch, crunch!


I will find... some trinkets... make my beauty shine...


No - Grukkoh!


This stuff's seen better days...


Naturally. A few choice items for those seeking contact with the Ethereal planes.


Move it.


An impostor in our camp? We must identify them - and quickly. Without trust, our fellowship is doomed to wither and die.


Better move in carefully.<br>


We restore the Steel Watch to capacity and mobilise it.


A woman by the name of Belynne. We were close.


*Your old master lies dead, never to control you again. You're free - unlike the thousands of spawn that are still trapped in his cells.*


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


I hope we chose the right ally.


So, you having a go or not?


Dying


Which worg upchucked you?


Beautiful. And terrifying.


What's the safest path?


I am free. Never to be captured again.


I - I mistook you for someone else, don't mind me! Have a pleasant day!


I had thought Cazador little more than a decadent slave-driver and stalker of the night.


What do we have here?


Yeah, yeah, you're hilarious. Now get out of here before I lose my job.


You can smell that, right? Bloody rotten, it is.


I hope you make it out of here when the Absolute arrives -sounds like you're pretty useful to have around.


The first sale was the hardest. Once I sold to you, I just kept going!


You'd do better to find somewhere safe than wasting your time on me.


Have you ever fought with a talking sword?


<i>So the githyanki lives, what then are you left with? What ideas remain untested? </i>


Ew! It smells, <i>and </i>it does weird noises! Make it stop!


I won't go on without you.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Kinspeople, Baldurians - friends. Thank you for joining me on this exceptional day.


If it'll make you feel better, than fine - fifteen loaves it is.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Your years in the Hells have made you a fierce warrior, Karlach.


Hah! Minsc will not fall for this fool's gold. Not for a sixth time.


Of course. Only a fool would alienate his child over a name. Shadowheart must determine her own path - that is what the Moonmaiden teaches.


Maledicte es!


Elfsong Tavern... Baldur's Gate...


*The malevolent presence controlling Oskar seems to have abandoned him for now. He almost looks peaceful.*


*Her breath catches; you notice a barely-perceptible shudder run through her body.*


A fine job you did back there. Not <i>exactly</i> how I would have approached it, but we all have our quirks when it comes to using magic. Some more than others.


What an odd gadget. What's it for, I wonder?


Almost. There is but one piece left to play.


These shadows can pull the life from someone - but not me.


What a charming pit. Could be anything down there.


Then again, how many lives would that have cost? Even in the Underdark, they would have been dangerous.


Florrick.


You have done it, Praise Vlaakith! Gith's faithless son is fallen!


Better yet! What swifter way to strike at evil's butt than to crawl through its innards?


I need help.


<i>I am glad that not all of your companions are such slaves to it, and that one among you did what needed to be done. </i>


Yeah. I'm caring for the courier dogs. Mar'hyah's my boss.


Gently does it.


Caeco te!


Caeco te!<br>v2


<i>How do I turn you off? Oh wait, I know.</i>


Sing, sisters! Sing in Umberlee's name!


Quiet, you pup.


This forge again. That drow wizard's notes mentioned some kind of guardian.


You think you know Bhaal's will. Then why did you not follow it?


I suppose we didn't. Another life perhaps.


Right tool will do the trick.<br>


Keep this up, and I'm out of here.


But Cazador fed me rats and bugs. And when you're used to drinking from a sewer, even plonk is a marked improvement.


Say the words.


Bene curatur!


I must show myself.


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


EffortMouthOpen
var 4


A surface language. More elegant in its structure than most, but I do not know it.


Anything for a friend.


Butt-level, all the better for the kicking.


Hm. A perfect fit for the doppelgangers' key.


This is only the beginning. An army soon crosses the coast.


Die, <i>iblith</i>.


Hook horror. Wonderful.


But I didn't bring you here to witness an old druid's grandstanding. You have a part to play in this - and I trust you will play it well.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 3


My power walks with you.


You haggle with your own life, fool. Be silent and hold still...


Unfortunately for evil, it has <i>you </i>to worry about. Look after the city - it's an awful place, but it's home.


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


Diminuo te!<br>v2


Looks like someone ran through this place like a hook horror.


You've given me no other choice. I offered you liberty, and you've chosen death.


Of course, if you do want to freshen up first, I'm more than happy to wait. After all, it will be seen by generations to come.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Take more care.<br>


Of course, such a task will require quite the substantial donation to Lord Mammon's coffers.


Doesn't do anything.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


Every bit as disgusting as the first time.


What's your gripe with Selûne anyway, Shadowheart?


*LIVE MUSIC at The Singing Lute. They sing for their supper while you eat yours!*


SurpriseOh<br>var 2


Maybe another time. Now, you've got a party to get back to. Don't forget, tonight is about <i>you</i>.


*Then - stillness as she stands transformed, once again closed off from the Netherbrain's mind.*


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


Yes. Yes, that has to be it.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


After everything, now he's just inviting us in? How considerate...


Endure an hour's worth of exposition to my presence, and you may well come to consider a different sort of honorific with which to chronicle the occasion, but until then, your sentiment is well-received.


Desperate people... refugees. Never gave them much thought. Certainly not that bunch in the grove.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v2


Dying Burning<br>v6


Can't believe I'm saying it, but you're all right I guess.


The Absolute will decide your fate.


I've seen nasty, but these guys are on their own level. I have a feeling this is gonna end badly.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


The elder brain is first on the list. Everything else will need to wait.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Shadowheart's gone? I should have guessed. Fleeing is the coward's way.


*Askell Stockhold. Dawnmaster. From death, life.*


A little hole, big enough for the worm, your body a blood sack to feed it.


And look at that statue.


<i>Exquisite</i> timing. Dearest patriars, but a moment. Lord Enver Gortash at your service.


It's done.


Sounds like an unnecessary risk to me. Though that hasn't stopped us before.


Makeshift graves, with Selûnite markings. Fallen in battle against Shar's forces, all that time ago.


You have to search them thoroughly. Especially the wardrobes - Thrumbo said that's the smartest place to hide.


Away, thrall. Enough distractions.


Well la-dee-damn-da. I'm empress of this dock, and when I say 'jump', you ask 'how high?'


Y'know what? Fair's fair. Enjoy the show. C'mon, you lot, leave the runt. Let's go.


Set your mind at ease, my friend. Dame Aylin is more well now than she has been this past century.


You're fine.


I swear, the moment these ropes are off they're going around your <i>neck.</i>


I will not permit that, though all the powers of life and death dictate that it should be so.


I should thank you... take this.


Canto te!<br>v3


All that remains for us is to return to the Astral Prism and slaughter the false prince.


Rather not see the insides of one of these things again.


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


No ordinary jewels. Such unusual craftsmanship...


Balduran and the dragon admire what they made - Baldur's Gate.


My blade is. But that can change - just keep talking.


Strange marking. What's it mean?


I should fetch Gale. He'd want to set eyes on these relics.


Some of us don't.


Prime spot for an ambush.


With haste.


Off she goes. This won't end well for the Nightsong.


My people were recently attacked in the night - our camp set upon by a band of vampire spawn.


But your deal was with the Zhentarim themselves - and you delivered. Here - I hope it's generous enough. We've just landed a Guild contract, after all.


That's what I said. 'Stickshit.'


<i>You are wrong. Feeling is vital to the pursuit of anyone's goals. Even a mind flayer's. </i>


Nothing to do but follow him and finish the job.


Victims can identify each other? Not that the others know they're victims, of course.


*The artefact connects with her, pulling your minds together, and showing her all that you have seen.*


Got himself nabbed by gobbos - same ones what chased us here.


Wonder what's down there. Guess there's only one way to find out!


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v3


I assure you, we are as well-provisioned an institution as any other you'll find in this city. We simply prefer to keep our wealth away from areas of study.


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


Might as well go myself.


On this, you have my word.


My patience is wearing.


Truly?


Aqua pura!


I'll give it a try.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


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


VO_SFX : Initial Downed<br>


<i>'S bollocks, Fezzerk funnin' around while I'm stuck dealin' with yobs.</i>


I'll hope. What else?


Intelligenti pauca!


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Any questions, children?


The false heir's head will make a fine trophy for Vlaakith. As for you -


<i>Very well. I have the means to evolve you.</i>


Got sick... had to leave home... leave my children...<br>


I won't keep you waiting.


Well? Have you found anything?


You bear that which is mine. I presume you have come to return it. <i>Lae'zel.</i>


Fair enough, they might have use as they are.


A key - it might open the tollhouse vault.


I've got a long road ahead.<br>


I just hope we've done enough to take him down.


For Mystra to have sent him... The severity of her bidding could not be clearer. Or weigh more heavily on me.


<i>Would anyone feel safe in a place like this? Not I, dear readers. Not I. </i>


<i>These creatures were not themselves. Corruption is in the air - it infects everything it touches. </i>


Karlach's not just the Hells' problem now. She fled Avernus on the same ship you hitched a ride on.


Ketheric and his minions were clever. Cruel, but clever.


*Burp.*


Flowers as a light source! Necessity really is the mother of invention.


Hail the Archduke!


At first we thought it were just Boss Ragzlin and Priestess Gut. Just <i>our </i>kind, like.


... Rugan... Zhentarim agent...


Hear that? Someone's calling out.


That you in there, love?


...new guy... trouble?


Mayrina - gods damn it all.


We understood that if we were to unite, no one could stand in the way of the Dead Three.


You need some support.


I pray you are right. But if they leave to hunt on the surface, they will get no mercy from us.


Are you all right?


Thank you.


Gods, thought I was seeing a bloody ghost. How did you survive the goblin camp?<br>


One day, I'll catch a break.<br>


Nemesis.


Astarion, you leech, you can't die like this!<br>


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


Twit, twat, twerp.


Help's on the way.


Wholly deserved, of course. I spilled a glass of Baatezu Blood Wine on one of his favourite portraits.


The magic nearly oozes from this flask. Gale might be interested.


Bones? They are more than bones.


That proud determination of yours should shame me, but it heartens me instead. Pull aside the curtain of years and I can see myself echoing your resolve.


Hm. Looks jammed.


It's not convenient - it's true.


Come on. Up!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


This is nothing but junk!


The key is ours now. Looks like it's from the Counting House.


Everyone is so mean here.


Cutting to the chase.


Then you have two, and as many more as I can rip from enemy shoulders. But I have more than Minsc <i>alone</i> to offer.


Come, let's go outside. Some fresh air will do you good. And I'll be with you the entire time.


This sword - it thrums with power. Interested?


Right. It's taking a chance, but it's worth the risk. The farm is all we have, really.


Hello lover.


People are scared. Zevlor's doing what he can, but...


Then give it time. We will see victory yet.


I'll have you up in no time.


Best help before it gets worse.


I shall be content with that. For now.


You have? But I thought our soon-to-be Lord Gortash had things in hand?


Oh well, a minor mystery it must remain.


That's that settled.


Voss, to battle!


Stuck. There's no leaving without a fight.


Voco araneae!<br>v2


Voco flagella!


Gondians, cut out the interloper's eyes.


If there is more we wish to know, we can simply... ask, no?


The raiders kidnapped Grand Duke Ravengard of Baldur's Gate. Killed his entire guard while they were at it.


Attack<br>var 3


<i>The brain is feeling... intense emotion. </i>


Lady Shar is a goddess... she can afford to ignore that which does not threaten her.


Someone cut these men to pieces. I doubt they had time to scream.


Rank, malodorous pustule.


Just another crate.


Lies, lies lies - I owe your sort <i>nothing</i>.


No... this isn't right...


An offering for Bhaal!


Prudent. Let us go, then - I will be your mute and faithful slave. For now.


Derryth wants it very badly. Very, very badly indeed.


Dying Burning


Of course you need help.


'Gith travelled to the Hells to broker help for her people, her cause. Vlaakith would have you believe Mother Gith proclaimed her our queen.'


Oh, fancy.


Hardly. We're going to win this, understand? But no sense missing the opportunity...


These Selûnite words do nothing.


Piss-addled pontificator.


Well fuck me. It's you. From the ship. Haven't taken any bounties from a burnt Tyr dink, have you?


I don't understand. What's...?


Attack Critical<br>var3


A perfect ring of mushrooms. Nature or magic?


*Her rage and desperation seep into you. She is a victim of the Blood War, not an agent of it.*


Oskar, if you're still in there - listen to my voice! This is not you, please let me help you!


I assure you, I've <i>dreamt </i>of it a thousand times over.


A word it shall be, then.


Let's see if these Zhentarim bleed gold!


This must be the book that dead drow spoke of. Magic's hiding its true contents.


PRAISE MAHKLOOMPAH!


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


Heads. Or tails.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


I - by the Demonweb, it has been so long.


So the elf sails off into the sunset, leaving a dragon to look after the city. Lazy git.


<i>It's close. Have the stones ready.</i>


Dying Burning


You keep your trust well-guarded. Let us hope you do not lose the key - we may yet have need of it. If it comes to that.


Return to me when you are ready to transform.


Time has not hardened my hands just yet.


Many... months... dig...


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


I hope your goddess is pleased.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Bring mum back. It won't come to blows, whatever Rion says. <i>Probably</i>, it won't.


BOOOOOOOOOO.


They screeched most horribly, yes - but I know of one even more ruthless:


I just want to remove these unlawful interlopers from my property!


You remind me of her somewhat. Something in the way you roll your eyes when I speak...


Inscrutable markings.


Ah... a pity. Perhaps we can talk some more later, if you wish.


*You can smell the sweetness of his skin - hear the beat of his pulse...*


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.


Let me see what you have...


The captain is gonna belt the heads off these lads if they keep singing. Stick around - it's gonna be quite the show.


<i>Yes</i>, Cousin. An excellent idea.


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


Get moving, the lot of you - if we get caught, Wulbren will've died for nothing.


Made it out. Better get a move on.


Rather more than a spot, actually.


*The meat is oozing, but not with blood - it's been dosed with a <i>potion</i>.*


If that's true, then he was right.


The brain must be close...


If the Hammer can save millions of souls, who am I to stand in your way? After all, a saved world is a fine future prospect for exploitation.


*The worship of your God feels an ancient fool's errand you are only following out of habit. When you call to the skies, there is no answer.*


We should tell Aylin that Lorroakan is hunting her. She has a right to know.


Come.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


What an odd emblem. Don't think I've seen it before.


Oh, but you made no complaint when our flesh met for the first time - or the tenth.


The traitor Prince Orpheus will follow, once we free him from his astral prison.


This is Ignan for 'What is my name?' The answer is 'K'ha'ssji'trach'ash'.


This song will be the death of me.


With strategy does the hero scheme.
A cunning mind, a hundred steps ahead,
Your allies close, your rivals stunned in dread.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


You merely need to think 'strike', and it strikes. The sword carves the correct path, and carries your arm with it.


Eventually, he took her by force. Trapped her and swore he wouldn't let her go 'til she gave him what he wanted. Conversion.


Tempora mutantur!


Indeed.


Um, now you've won can we go home? Mattis says it's not far, and I'm tired.


<i>(They're trying to pick the lock!)</i>


Video veritatem!<br>v2


I've always felt decapitation was a fine choice. One good swing and then - nothing.


*There is no conquering the agitation. Like it or not, mind flayers have bested you this day.*


Then let's set the book aside an be blank slates on blank sheets, delightfully new.


*Perhaps there will be rats or other thoughtful vermin that you might sustain yourself on. Or, if you're lucky, a cellmate.*


What a vicious looking creature. I swear its eyes are following me.


To the rescue.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


Then I'll take a hundred!


Dying Panic Fall


I feel like I'm missing something here... what am I supposed to do?


That's a childish superstition, you half-wit.


I'm too tall for this...<br>


No time like the present.


What are these grey feathers?


No. You do not have the skill.


That corpse is <i>huge. </i>And is that a burning heart...?


I remember when playing Talis was <i>fun</i>.


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


<i>You helped me destroy that abomination. Now help me destroy myself. You must kill me.</i>


Out of the Underdark - but still stranded on this woeful rock.<br>


SmileOpen<br>var 5


If today's to be something worth singing about - get up there and make sure it's a <i>happy </i>song.


Not much use anymore.


My pleasure.


*Your mind lurches, reeling suddenly as if... bitten.*


When the necromancer comes for us, make him take me, all right? Just leave her alone - <i>please.</i>


You look like you need to clean off the road-dirt almost as much as I do. No good inns with hot water and a tub on this side of the Crossing though.


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


Fine. I won't try again... for now, at least.


Effort v10


Keeping my head down.


Fake. I begin to wonder if the djinn himself is not just some painted blue buffoon.


*Doubt clouds Ragzlin's skull. Does he feel your guidance?*


Nevertheless, I will be gentle.


And I hope you have a happy ending of your own.


*You manage to contain yourself.*


Expello te!<br>v3


That's a friendly-looking shadow.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Damn. Some of these mushrooms are illusions.


Hehehe.


A dictionary of an ancient language? Hardly surprising for a vampire's lair.


The master said bring you home - so you're coming home.


Truly? I could have sworn I knew you. Perhaps it is your plain, forgettable face.


Lia - answer me. Where is Cal?


So I can see from all your heavily-armed friends. You didn't think I could resist completing the ritual, did you?


Go, child.


You and Shadowheart. She's got a sweetness to her, just beneath the surface. And you're good at getting just beneath the surface.


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


The elder brain can control anyone with a tadpole. That's... concerning.


Oh, fancy.


Flowers? How are they growing here, of all places?


What's the worst that can happen if we get caught sneaking in? A few days in a jail cell? At least we'd have a bed!


Ugh. My laundress had better get this blood out.


Nothing but dirt.


I have seen my future in the shimmering visage of my queen, heard it in her thundering voice.


Shut it out. It's on the precipice - push it over.


What in the hells - Djinni? Where did you send me?!


One last trip to Avernus. At least it'd be for a good reason, right?


Barbarian Idle Roars


I... I don't want to talk. My heart is in mourning.


Nine-Fingers? But - I - damn it!


On my way.


Gold can buy you baubles; a prayer to the Moonmaiden buys you eternity.


Maybe it'll bring us closer.


Falling


Hurt


How could Madam Lucretious let this happen? And what are you doing back here? Out!


It felt like a bloody earthquake.


Nice vault. I wager something even nicer is hidden behind it.


Gods, I don't get paid enough. <i>What?</i>


True enough. City's got pubs, though, don't it?


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


Don't worry - your patience will be amply rewarded.


You'll 'get back' to me? This is important, devil. When?


Plenty. Find me in the city, and help us save Baldur's Gate from itself.


At the close of day, I will be waiting for you.


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


Like Priestess Gut and Boss Ragzlin. Gods, we even got a <i>drow</i> now.


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


Umbrae!


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


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Well look, soldier, I won't always be too hot for words and deeds. You may regret to find that I happen to be very touch-worthy, underneath the searing, lethal flames.


*Your vision narrows. You sense myriad spectres of githyanki past. This is their fate. This is their anguish.*


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Ketheric Thorm is close. We must take every measure to ready ourselves.


You defile the Absolute's name. Boys!


Victory v2


She slips away again! Next time, Boo will give her a little bell.


Voco flagella!<br>v2


Traitor. The Blade now comes for <i>you</i>.


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 2


It could open some coffins too.


*What secret could be so ruinous to the Undying Queen of the Six Arms of Tu'narath?*


A waste of... you have interesting priorities.


The Flaming Fist may be a bit rough, but I've respected them. Didn't expect a traitor in their ranks.


Interlocking circles with moons and stars... That Selûnite's journal made mention of such a seal.<br>


Now - what did you need?


Drop the act!


A brine pool - but not a little swimmer to be seen. Good.


Or... redcaps. Vicious things.


Effort v2


Shadowheart may not have gained status from her parents' death, but she has freed herself from Shar's influence. There is comfort in that.


Gronch isn't looking so good, Neal.


Don't see you helping. Best you find a ledge and jump.


Resisto ignem!


<i>I could not have done any of it without her. Just as I cannot do any of this without you. But now she's gone. </i>


They're not attacking - perhaps they think we're the same as them.


Risus abundat!<br>v2


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


Hells... something just woke up down here.


*The parasite swells with power - more power than you have ever felt before.*


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


*You are about to be investigated for that.*


This Inquisitor sounds like a real piece of work. Do you think he'll answer our questions?


Maybe I am. Maybe that's what I have to do.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


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


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


<i>They wish to repurpose Us - destroy what they cannot fix. Please, help Us escape harm!</i>


Quick path... to surface...


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


Always at your side.


I won't forget what you've done for me. I won't leave you to fight this alone.


Jergal? This must be ancient - no one worships the Final Scribe anymore.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


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


I should contact Wulbren's family - though they won't relish hearing from me.


Unnoticed. Good.


Give over - we're done talking about this.


A scrying eye. Wonder who's looking through it.


A handy little trick.


Not good enough for the pack. Can't be afraid, can't ever be afraid.


Curious - that stone there's been pried loose.


This is nothing but junk!


Already...? If only I'd gone with you instead of Aradin.


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


Next I take their life.


Vlaakith's crown - gone again.


So close! Their fate is sealed - and you will be instrumental in the slaughter.


Would you care experience it first-hand? To know peace and serenity, the likes of which few experience?


Mors animae!<br>v2


The scars he carved into our backs bind us to the ritual. Seven spawn, seven sigils.


What in the - are we stuck with the damn thing?


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


Clear-headed. Been too damn long.


Kith'rak Voss didn't know who he was dealing with, did he? Throw salt on Vlaakith's name in front of Lae'zel of Crèche K'liir, and you're gonna get a hard spanking.


What's the point in paying the Guild for protection when they've pulled back all their crews? There's a bloody <i>army</i> coming.


Look at them - they're a proper adventurer. And if we got hurt Mol would be <i>really </i>mad at us.


What's going on here? Someone raised the -


<i>Blueberries</i>. Thought I had a sale. You look tired, Harper.


Vlaakith <i>is </i>the githyanki. I would never deign take the place of my Queen!


I can't see any way to disarm it.


We're working on it, all right? It's got, like, three different viscosities in it.


We've worn Ketheric down, but the cadaver still has some life in him. Down the tentacle hole we go.


If I must question one protocol, I must question them all. Including every history I've read of Gith's Son, the so-called traitor prince.


The very spot.


Enver was the best of us. All the good.


Bet there's something impressive in there.


Please, try not to overexert yourself. You're in a rather fragile state at present.


Unfortunately for me, you're my friend. Rescuing you from mortal peril is my <i>right.</i>


Welcome to our cause, Unholy Assassin. May your service to Bhaal be savage.


I can't tell you any more. This mission required utmost secrecy - we all submitted to having our memories suppressed so that we couldn't betray Shar's confidence.


I'm on my way.


I don't relish it, but my siblings lured thousands of people to their deaths over the years. I doubt Baldur's Gate would miss them.


Its value is unproven and I'm not sure I want to prove it, one way or another. It's an illithid parasite after all.


Well met. Now let's kick some arse while there's still arse to be kicked.


A pixie! An honest-to-goodness pixie...


Only there can we be purified by a <i>zaith'isk</i>.


Just to say, by the way, they're not <i>really </i>paladins. Lackeys of the archdevil playing dress-up as paladins of Tyr. No honour among devils.


Something to turn the tide.


Morere!


One last run. Then we're clear.


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


Not now, perhaps.


You ain't so bad, I figure.


I wonder what they say...


Closed Mouth Effort


Ugh, no matter. As long as I keep the damn thing safe.<br>


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


Still breathing, despite everything.<br>


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


It's a growth spell. What's the worst it could do?


Our drow twins make a salacious coupling - but they're sadly occupied. Come by later; I'd hate for you to miss out.


That rubble needs clearing, and my patience is hanging on by an arse whisker.


A spot of healing will help.


Fortunately for you, I have grander game than you to stalk.


Back on your feet.


<i>You return. Will you aid me?</i>


Fight? With you? Um, no. Come on, Clo. Let's head home.


The ghustil has been taking an... Unprecedented interest in the ghaik tadpoles of late.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


You fiend! Bah! Gaah! I'll teach you some respect.


This art, it is a thing of many layers!


<i>Rhaal'tuuch!</i>


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


GruntDisgust<br>var 1


But until someone swaps you with you, I'm afraid you're stuck in here. TOODLES!


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 2


I know. It's not a very <i>good</i> code.


My boy... had a secret... <i>evil</i> secret...


Dodge


Why would you test my patience like this? Sometimes it is difficult to love you.


Flowers every colour of the rainbow, right here!


No hesitation - these people are long dead.


Maybe... maybe the myconids thought they were helping.


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


Sticking my neck out again.


No effect. For the best, I think.


So Ketheric had a daughter. Wonder what became of her?


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


It's those tentacled monsters. Whatever they did to us caused that link.


Go and do what you must. We'll guard your back.


That hideous little doll carries a curse. It may be responsible for Mayrina's transformation.


Come back! They must stay in the light, Majesty.


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


After you, my friend.


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


Hurt Critical<br>var2


No! Don't leave me to pine!


I sense magic. But where?<br>


*The world around you is gone - you can only see those glyphs, only hear those voices.*


Looks as though the homeowner's up to no good - I only hope no one gets hurt.


That doesn't look comfortable.


Your grumpy face may scare the others, but I'm afraid I'm made of sterner stuff.


Time for some bloody work.


Interesting. I wasn't expecting guests.


Minimus!


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 2


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


Get up!


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


Hold on, aren't you one of those adventurer ruffians the papers talk about? Bloody hells, better watch myself around you.


I've found peace. I feel it every time I close my eyes and imagine slitting your throat.


*The trader has no interest in selling that particular item, though you are welcome to purchase something else.*


Carefully, now...


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


We can't keep those monsters out for much longer!


Evil hides, and Boo seeks!


*The ball replays the final moments of Raphael's life over and over and over and over...*


Ho! Face us, charlatan. We who detest you so.


How about the perfect night in Waterdeep? Yes... Let's imagine how it would be.


I'm splittin' for Moonrise Towers. It's time the General made <i>me</i> a True Soul.


Gods, I'm alive. Thought that mind flayer would kill me.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


Move along, please.


Don't drink... the water...


Pa, pa, pa!


Mors certa!<br>v2


Something could fit here, and it might restore power.


Fall by my hand!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


<i>You were a worthy ally, ra'stil. Perhaps it could be you. </i>


That is no ordinary fireplace. There's something there, beyond the flames.


That skull - something's happening to it.


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


A dictionary of an ancient language? Hardly surprising for a vampire's lair.


We will wait, but not for long.


How could this happen - to Dribbles? To my <i>home?</i> Can't believe we had to rely on a stranger to save us - no offence.


Victory v4


You <i>had </i>a mission, yes. But did you succeed? Or did you stray? Now give me the true answer - what is your purpose in being here?


Oh I shouldn't laugh.


Free. Yes.


Hurt


Now lug your arse someplace else - I got to get cracking.


When we joined battle for the last time, I did not want to presume we would survive. I assumed it might cost us our lives in order to save nature's realm.


When I say 'Don't interfere, or else' - most people avoid finding out what 'or else' means.


Time to get this thing fired up.


We - we have to get on the water. Wulbren said so. But I - I hate it.


ARF!


In Her name.


<i>In my name.</i>


Where's Gekh? <i>Who are you?</i>


Wrench the Orphic Hammer from Raphael's grasp and we can free the Prince of the Comet.


*Images flash: a man cowering, a bag open at his feet. Gold coins spilling onto the floor.*


Stop blubbering. You have wasted enough of my time.


Let's fix what we can.


A waste of... you have interesting priorities.


Hm. All right.


It isn't possible.


LITTLE?! I'M A GOD. AND I'M GONNA RIP YOU - TEAR YOU - WEAR YOU FOR A HAT -


I'll give it a shot.<br>


<i>(You certainly have. Even simple knowledge of these tomes is enough to stimulate most.)</i>