I know this one well. I have travelled in his company. Whatever else may be said of him, he answers to no one but Boo.


A foul assembly. No corpse should be subjected to this.


Dammit, Astarion. You tried to <i>bite</i> me.


Just my pride - I can't believe I allowed myself to be knocked unconscious and spirited away like that...


See that corpse? Arabella's mother, in the oh-so-decaying flesh.


Do not face him without Orin's Netherstone in hand, or you will meet the same end.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


A little tawdry, this hanging of skulls. But a ghargatula... that would have been quite the hunt.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Let's see.


Thou latrine-loving leper!


Ever so sorry to hear that.


Maybe I should stay crouched forever.


Perhaps the editor of the Gazette would listen if <i>you</i> told them to stop publishing propaganda!


Hang on!


Say no more.


You agree with such machinations? Duly noted.


*From there, you choose the road to follow. The Blade of Frontiers, a man of his own making.*


A warded door. Better open it gently.


I would rather throw a pocketful of spiders.


Swallow a cork and die.


While I'm sorry you got dragged into things with Kagha, now is not the time.


She's my sister. I love her.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


So Wyll, what was the Blade of Frontiers' toughest kill?


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


Not sex. Something far more intoxicating.


Gela!


FINALLY! Been trapped in that coffin with no one but a mad drider and my own farts for company.


He's gone. Left this morning.


Judging by the zeal with which you tore into my flesh, I think it's the latter.


Perhaps if there were considerably less of me...


Dying Burning<br>v5


Maybe if I squint?


Bit rotten, this is. I've had worse.


You there, friend or foe?


Some repartee.


*They motion for you to hand over the lantern. They will take it and guide you to safe refuge.*


A powerful asset. Just what are their intentions, I wonder?


PainPretend<br>var 2


Attack Critical<br>


Yes. But it'll soon be remedied, once I've taken what's mine from your corpse.


Hmm, a pixie. Not what I expected to run into in these parts.


I just wanted to get him back here safely. He was so scared - I could have done more to help him.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


Urgh - what's happening? That devil...


May the Moonmaiden have mercy on your soul.


And you're in luck, because we're having a special sale on some of the choice items I picked up on our way here. Fancy stuff. Wanna see?


On your feet.


*As the echo of the drum fades, silence reasserts itself.*


Ahhhhhhhh! Okay, I feel better.<br>


HAH! The look on your face. You really thought me <i>that </i>tight-pocketed?


A burden, mine blessing can also be. So sorry. Ho ho HO!


What's right... Have I ever known what that truly is?


Seems the sort of thing our resident wizard of Waterdeep should handle.


Wait. We shan't get very far without the tyrant's Netherstone.


I never should have spoiled the child so.


Go.


You won't mind if I just...


Da mihi facta!


Looks like we weren't the only thing Carrion neglected.


No chance of that now, is there? Great. <i>Fantastic.</i>


I'm sorry for misleading you, but I had to be sure you weren't a threat before I told you everything.


<i>In my name.</i>


Little matter if you walk on four legs or two - the shadows will not spare you.


Don't group me with the likes of them!


An unfortunate plight.


Too bad the rest of the note is pure gibberish.


I suppose we can spare the occasional trinket if it stops you from killing us all.


Effort v2


My first concern.


Enough! My mind is my own!


Snore
zzZzz
v2


I find moderation is key.


But Wulbren isn't here! What do we do?


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


Counsellor Florrick - are you all right?


Then I hope you never have need of the sea's benevolence.


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


Effort v9


The boss might be a devil, but he'll treat you more honestly than anyone else in the city.


Hells take me. What I wouldn't do for better tools.


Here, here it - no... where is it?


What was that watchword? 'Lux splenda.'


Meanwhile, I'll say a prayer for every soft part of you. Lae'zel's going to whip you into shape, I'm sure.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


There is the matter of the fee - a trifling sum compared to the peace we can grant you, rest assured.


Emperor's warning was clear: Death beyond the gate.<br>


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


Shove off, mongrel. Ain't lookin' for friends.


In the meantime, try not to get yourself killed. I won't always be watching.


Refreshing.


Shadow beings - out for blood.


It can be ours, my love. The whole world - we only have to take it.


Plenty more to find. Shouldn't be difficult - the killer seems quite proud of their accomplishment.<br>


Here to see the doctor? Are we poorly? Are we <i>desperately </i>poorly?


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 4


An istik allowed to soil our halls? Chk.


They won't be the last to die. Not unless we can stop this brain.


Valeria never found the murder weapon - that would be definitive proof that they missed something.


Proof, clear as summer sky. It's over, Karlach. It's time you feel the sting of the Blade.


Fuck yes. They cornered me outside the tollhouse, just up the hill. Doubt they've gone far after the scorching I gave 'em.


<i>Agh! </i>This thing won't yield its contents easily...


No, no! KARLACH!<br>


Excellent.


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


You're a marauder from another world, dolt - of course my name will seem foreign to you. Stay focused.


Helm is known as the Vigiliant One for good reason - while I could not see the hag, I could sense her. Now I feel roses where once there were thorns.


They're <i>my </i>responsibility.


I thought I'd scout ahead. Check for any nasty surprises. Of which I found a great deal.


I'm going home to Baldur's Gate with your blood on my tunic.


The map shows tunnels beneath a temple. The name 'Father Lorgan' is scrawled alongside them.


The order to leave has been given, True Soul. Report to the ships and leave us be.


Help? From the one who cursed us to this?!


Maior, fortior!


What now?


What is that <i>stink</i>? It's making my head spin.


Bet <i>you </i>want to know all about Stelmane's murder. Hottest topic in Rivington. Apart from the march of the Absolute's army, I s'pose...


If it's a poem at all...


Effort v3


Always the same old song.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


<i>Go ahead - I cannot leave with you, but I will continue to protect the infected. </i>


But speculation only goes so far! Tell me, Mr Dekarios - how have you been?


Recovered <br>V4


Attack Critical<br>var2


Go on, then - take your lantern, or not. Moonrise is waiting.


Looks empty.


*'The forest rose with claw and tooth
to tear the darkness from its roots.'*


No traps, please.


Not like this, Minthara!<br>


Nothing but dirt.


Why else would she demand Gale sacrifice himself and perhaps so many others?


True, if we can kill a Netherbrain, we can kill anything.


No matter. Walk away, gith. Not a step closer!


Well would you look at that. The forge can't be far now.


Where am I? What's going on?


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


One source of lethal explosive power in our party is quite enough. It seems ill-advised to add another.


Grooves and ridges here, still fresh. The marks of a monster.


Lead the way - then I can rest these bones of mine for a spell, and you can learn all I have to share.


I don't. Leave - and let us deal with this ourselves.


Hurt, but still kicking - I can feel it scrabbling from here. Watch yourself.


No prayers needed. On my way.


Scurry on, now.


The straight and narrow is a boring road to walk, my friend.


<i>Ulma - we require your hunters!</i>


Bring me back... before... too late... must cast the spell...


I better get a 'thank you'.


Best get in and out.


I wonder if this is worth the cost.


*Shadowheart has made her position clear - she will see that it is taken to its destination. At any cost.*


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


You lying rat!


*The dog wags his tail, a small bag clenched between his teeth.*


It's for the Society of Brilliance. Clever lot, but they're convinced they can raise a githyanki child to be <i>good. </i>


Oh Hells that's cold.


But pride is no reason to refuse help to my own flesh and blood. How can we help?


Whew - the heat's getting to me. This forge better be close.


Human... A common pelt. Though yours has a rather <i>appealing </i>smell.


Not a one - unless you count tacking aboleth fangs to my whipping cane.


They were toying with us. <i>Making examples</i>. And we'd had enough of taking it.


If it hits a Fist, it might blow them up!


Whoa. More carnage.


I like the look of you - you can clearly hold your own. Tell me, if you had two wimps who slept through their shifts, what would you do?


You are something truly glorious, child.


I really thought you and Shadowheart might fight to the death over that artefact.


That's the most tasteless slogan you've come up with yet. Great job.


Let me get one last look at you in case the brain bug  takes us in the night. There. Got it.


Hags really have no bloody shame.


Gods help something being simple for once in our bloody lives!


The voice of the Absolute. Stronger this time. <br>


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


Damn - by the Nine Hells, it worked!


Listen up.


The noblest scion of the Flymm dynasty. I'm sure Gortash displays his parents' image just as proudly.


Let me take away the pain.


You'd make a fine Fist.


Perceptive, for such an inferior creature.


Amazing that the sword stayed sharp for so long.


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


There's a smuggler's sloop leaving for Waterdeep with two berths left, but the captain wants a fortune for them. This necklace is all I have. <br>


I'm sorry. There's nothing you can say to change my mind.


I like Gale, but I'm keeping all my good gear well out of sight.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


Even on this plane, history is carved in stone and burned in brick.


Orin was not special. She was but a grandchild of an aged Bhaalspawn. A mere weed of Bhaal's loins.


Yes! Now we're talking.


*It's an astrolabe of entrapment. It could hold a dozen djinn within it - perhaps even more.*


Down below. Can't find the key, but a locked door's never stopped you.


Not that I don't appreciate your musk. I actually rather like it...


Then we have something in common, wizard, for I do not care about yours.


((*...floating, knowing, seeing, hearing. all together, never apart...*))


Voco potentia!


A puzzle of sorts. No match for superior wits, naturally.


Not like you to keep something forever.


Smells like burnt flesh in here.


Keep up!


A list of names with some crossed off. Odd...


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Yet another brain. I may never look at a pickle jar the same way again...


Dying Freezing to Death


Your mind may be too powerful a thing for me to change, but I shall try.


Aridissimus!


Victory<br>


Victory v2


The body of the dead waveservant. Has it been located?


A nautiloid? Could it be?


By the authority of Thorm.


So much blood. So easily spilled.


Wait... you're that treacherous drow that failed General Thorm. <i>Minthara</i>. Most kind of you to turn yourself in...


That's a curious-looking chest. I wonder what's inside.


*'In darkest hour, a concord made,
'Twixt harp and wild against the shade.'*


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


Seeing as how no one's thrown you in jail yet, I suppose you got away with the crime, did you? If you're not a wanted criminal, I'd love to have you over.


You saw Cal <i>die.</i>


Paper and wood. Not a gold piece to be found.


Well plenty don't even have that, have they? What about all those refugees? They've got nothing.


Sharp, deep... and still fresh. Some monster did this, marking its territory.


*'Lies! Gith made no such proclamation. Vlaakith seized the empire against the Mother's wishes.'*


No. We take it to the grove.


This whole place reeks of necromancy.


Oh, precious Liege. <i>Look</i> at you! All grown up and storming such<i> </i>a large tower! And with such wanton force!


Fine. Hope the damn thing's cursed.


Hasty graves. Selûnite, among others. I suppose they died fighting Ketheric's Sharran army, all those years ago.


It's already finished.


Can't I pace and think in peace? The cheek of you.


Excellent armour - strange place to find it.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 2


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


I'm no sailor, but I've prepped the boat as best I can.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


One... two... three... four...


Eh, look, I just mean to say - we both want him caught. If you've got your sights set on the Stone Lord anyway...


That was a mistake. When the corpses start to wash up on the shore, remember - you could have prevented all of this.


Back on your feet.


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


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Well well, what have we here.


Queen Vlaakith, undying regent - I have followed protocol, yet I am forsaken!


Well. Finally - someone with some sense between their horns.


Don't let yourself be tempted by it - whatever's in that jar must be destroyed.


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


Exalted?


And you mine - not many comprehend the task of steadfast faith.


She will find you when you need her. That is Hope's way.


Do not let me down.


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.


Hush.


Heh.


We're all very impressed by your loyalty, but have we considered not aggravating the incredibly powerful archmage?


<i>NO... must remain sealed...</i>


Is't thy will to forsake this decrepit cell?


One that's happy to use his fangs, it seems.


Te curo!


'A disease of the flower must not reach the root. Pluck the petals. Sever the branch if you must. But cut out the rot before it infects the whole of the wood.'


*Catch a glimpse of the delights of the Nine Hells - from a safe distance, of course.*


Hello, world.


The more the merrier!


Pierced... Once... Paralysed...


'Lay not a finger on this child,' he said, 'nor let any other, for this child will serve me with unholy ardour. Protect her, in my name.'


Dead, and a final death this time.


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


<i>Optimism, </i>my friend. Try it out.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 2


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


There's something about that thing - can't keep my eyes off it.


Not the best.


That's not really news, I suppose. There's <i>always </i>creeps in cloaks down there.


Met a loumara demon who married a mountain, though. It's a thing.


An ode for you? <i>Odour</i>, mayhaps.


Canto te!<br>v3


This key - a perfect pair to the one we found in the tunnels.


That's not my chest.


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


Inactive. What powered the one on the nautiloid?


Out of sight, out of mind.


Voco nubes!<br>v3


I had better watch your back then.


It vexes me to know of you.


What good all this ethereal eladrin blood if I can still get pimples?


On the bed. Lie back.<br>


Perhaps my reaction was a tad volatile, the irony of which is not lost on me. Though it needs remain so on you, for the time being.


There it is. I was hoping you'd tell me yourself. I'm glad - very glad - you trusted me with this.


Problem is, Baldur's Gate is sick. Once the pinnacle of greatness, it's eating itself alive to save itself from starving.


I have something to ask.


Let it not be said that Mystic Carrion does not take good care of his customers.


Still here? The smart ones ran a long while back.


*Your request falls deep into the nameless reaches of your patron's home plane. It seems to be met with deafening silence.*


Come.<br>


A scrying eye - best not do anything suspicious while its watching.


You already know the story. I was Gortash's body guard - loyal as they come - when he made the deal with Zariel. She got a test subject for her infernal engine. I never found out what he got.


Let me take a look at that.


Or it'll come back to haunt us.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 2


Remains of those who stood against Ketheric in the past.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


Argh! I feel... lighter, somehow. Like something's been taken.


Where Minsc plants his boot, goodness grows.


A firm answer. I'd do the same.


Inexpugnabilis!


Thou quivering plague rat!


<i>The brain is resisting its masters... Gortash was right. Without all three stones to control it, it's breaking free. </i>


Lux in tenebra!<br>v2


A spell - but not one I'm familiar with.


If only I was mounted on that dragon.


There's a pressure plate in the chair, but I'm missing something.<br>


Necrotic magic. Impossible to miss.<br>


You're certain Figaro's is in this part of town?


So, Jaheira is willing to embrace mortality - the ultimate form of retirement - and that's thanks to impressing her through your actions. Quite the compliment.


...Exactly the kind a Harper would spout, I suppose. Fine. I have no right to make the choice for you.


This place again. I'd rather not put my stomach to the test.


Resisto mortem!


Impressive. And fashioned in some mummer's workshop to be just that, I expect.


Effort v6


Thieves, frauds, and miscreants - if it's just the Watch warrants you're reading.


I was given - I was told -


Watch it - the acid's altered his brew.


Hatred makes you so hideous, Balthazar.


Such foulness. Unnatural.


Who? Oh - right. Well, forget about that magungus. We have more important things to worry about. Like Wulbren.


Lae'zel's one of us now. It doesn't feel right to abandon her.


I'm not afraid of wolves any more - spare me your cheap tricks!


Scorched ground - better watch out.


I think I'll take my chances alone if it's all the same - less conspicuous. Good luck - and thank you.


Bah. A clever goblin's like a trustworthy ghaik: a figment of the imagination.


Aqua pura!


Thank you.


I'll be - you don't look the posh sort. Last door on the right. Go on, make merry.


Damn it all - I thought we'd be closer to the city.


Forgive me, I was speaking to myself - a habit solitude has encouraged.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 4


Must remember it's 'CH-CH-CH' in the <i>back </i>of the throat.


This will leave a mark.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


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


Crusty rogue.


He raised me to serve Selûne, as my mother, rest her soul, had wished. He was <i>everything </i>to me, all my life.


A stunning vista - a dragon and elf surveying the city of Baldur's Gate.


That disc is moving - might be useful to navigate this place.


Attack<br>var 2


Might be useful.


For old times' sake.


This was a cruel fate. No matter our differences, she deserved better from us.


The stench - all you Twat-Souls got one. Some of us got a nose for it.


Most excellent.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


Looks like the ritual worked. The whole grove is walled in.


No kidding. What could be bigger? Look, I know what it's like to house something dangerous inside you. But I don't know what it's like for someone else - someone I trust - to ask me to use it against myself.


A simple task.


Quite the understatement, but yes. Let's not linger in this place any more than necessary.


And you want what's best for me, surely?


Now's my chance - I need to get Vanra out.


Here's your coin, as promised.


Ooh, I do so very like spicy food.


You kill 'im?


Closed Mouth Effort v12


<i>A new vessel brimming with blood darkens Bhaal's door - to baptise his dais most holy.</i>


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 2


<i>That's what I thought.</i>


*You try to focus, but the pain is too much. As one cut flows into the next you lose all track of their shapes, leaving you with nothing but a haze of pain.*


*With a lurch, you realise he means the intellect devourers. Here the brains are harvested - made part of the hivemind.*


Shout


You are safe. We will not bite one another.


Voco spicae!
v3


I'm a cleric of Our Lady of Silver - though I suppose you've surmised that much already, my comrade in arms.


Fiercest thing about 'em was the wailing, 'til we put an end to it.


Never. The <i>ghaik</i> aboard the nautiloid was the first I ever witnessed in flesh.


Are we sure we want to find him before Nine Fingers does? I doubt he'll be pleased to see us.


I had no intention of leaving my city in the Dead Three's hands. I'm definitely not leaving it to some slimy shit that doesn't even <i>have </i>hands.


<i>Find your nerve, my friend. Today, we strike at the brain.</i>


And if you keep talking the way you're talking, the Fists will start breaking heads.


It was worth a shot. Could have been other dogs in the area.


Dying Burning<br>v2


And she told me to cleanse her church of those who failed her.


You turn on me... That's another oath broken. Ironic, in a way.


We can only hope he indeed proves to be an ally...


Hyenas birthing gnolls? How horrid.


<i>Probably not. Nothing's safe - never will be. But I can feel the fire in every vein, and I'm not gonna let it go to waste.</i>


*You've been caught sneaking around. But the people here have more important things to worry about - as long as you don't cause any trouble.*


I'll set you loose.


Not that I wouldn't understand - respect it even - but it does leave one a little nervous.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Well, apart from the whole 'devil pulling the strings' aspect, of course.


Shh - I'm tryna hear what's going on in there.


You will soon see why. But enough of that for now - I owe you my thanks.


Isobel's grave. Before Ketheric wrenched her back into the land of the living.


You serve your Queen well, child. Take your slaves, and hunt those who escaped the <i>ghaik </i>ship. They <i>must</i> carry the weapon.


Invoco te!


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


You should never have returned.


I cannot. No matter how much I want to.


These flowers - what is this feeling?


Eh? Then you got business needs seeing to, don't ya?


A nautiloid? Could it be?


Oh. All right! Yep! I just gotta find a way to bother him - heh - without... <i>actually</i> bothering him...


I'm not so lucky. Got to dispel these shadows... somehow...


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


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


Wonderful. All that's missing now is the mould.


Watch your tongue, you child! I could make it such that no wizard in the realm will <i>touch </i>you.


Non fit injura!


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


Is that so? Did you manage to catch anything?<br>


Moving in.


Nowhere if you don't finish your drink and move.


Now - where's my favourite fella Wyll hiding?


Stuck from this side - I should look around.


*The mark glows, but you feel nothing in response. Your illithid power is beyond reach until you rest.*


Welcome back to the world, Karlach. Try not to break it, yes?


You know, that money could go towards a spiffy new outfit for your apprenticeship...?


Nocturnus!


<i>In umbram cretus, sanguine iuratus.</i>


But he's returned. Not only does General Ketheric Thorm live again, it seems he is no longer mortal. He has become, in fact, invincible.


*You try to focus on the beggar, but the smell is too strong, too nauseating. Perhaps the cause is better left unknown.*


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


Tch. Don't get cocky!


It's certainly worked for me over the last few decades, my love!


Good gods.


Grand Duke-to-be, eh, Wyll? I hope you don't forget about us little people, after you've ascended.


The Guild's hold on the city's criminal enterprises is slipping.


All better now.


Good riddance to that grimy wretch.


Would that everyone knew the Wavemother's favour!


Carefully, now...


Free the wizard. Dhourn. Please...


Something didn't like that.<br>


<i>Especially </i>the Absolute.


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Hang on, those paladins I need to stomp are that-a-way.


The most interesting secrets are alway lurking just under the surface.


Dying Freezing to Death


VO_SFX : Spit


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


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Silks from Cormyr? Ah. No. Just cobwebs.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


<i>Now show me the gold.</i>


I expect not. Which is why we will split the <i>ghaik</i> open and let his silver blood spill.


I will come to your camp tonight. We will celebrate this victory. Together.


I'll get you right in no time.


I... I did that? Gods, how did I do that to them... so many times?


Halt. I know neither your stride nor your bearing.


But it is not you I wish to speak with.


Indeed they are, and soon they will be gone.


Nearly out - just a bit further!


Wait, I know this head. It belongs to Dribbles the clown!


He's a good one. The best, maybe. When I think about what he sacrificed for me... Give him something to smile about, all right?


Let's not lose sight of what matters - Astarion's dead. We're safe. From vampires, at least.


Ab uno disce omnes!


But we'll get him - won't we? Together.


Let's go.


Brute! It is your ally's destiny: the Chosen of Bhaal must kill their sibling. If your friend does not kill Orin, oh- don't even make me think of it! It's too sad.


Gela!


Where has she gone, I wonder?


Astarion, we need to talk. I know you're a vampire - it's kind of obvious.


I put in some bits from your supplies. I hope you don't mind.


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


<i>Argh.</i>


I welcome all of nature's blessings, whether they come to me one at a time, or in multitudes. There is no shame in it.


I think you feel the same way. Once the power of the shadow curse was broken, the connection was undeniable. We both felt it.


This area's forbidden. Back off or face my blade.


That thing could swallow each of us whole.


Never mind. Private matter, that's all.


*A gift from your god, your <i>Father</i>. An offering of his affection for you, or confirmation that he owns you.*


It's... it's over, right? There's not more... cutting? <i>Thank Gond.</i>


Here goes nothing.<br>


Victory<br>


Acceptable. F-inally...


We were wise to ally ourselves with Gortash. While Orin lives, she is the greatest threat to our survival - we must hunt her down and eliminate her.


Statues? Strange...


I see - she's <i>too important </i>to wait in line! Figures. <br>


Damn, that burns.


<i>We must be getting close. Stay on your guard.</i>


'The Prince of the Comet is not dead.
The Prince of the Comet will come again.
The Prince of the Comet will liberate us from Vlaakith's tyranny.'


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v3


Et alibi!


Ooh! Fun.


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


I have no heart.


My head - it feels like it's being <i>crushed.</i>


The ghustil's office is past the dormitories. Go, vin'iisk.


A shovel? Tell me you're joking.


What can I do for you, saer?


Voco vineae!


Came back to join our heroic last stand?


When we killed the tieflings, at the grove, I was not in control of my actions. You do not have that excuse. So I ask you - <i>why</i>? Why kill them?


I deserve the chance to live my life with the raging inferno I love. If that means relocating to the hells, so be it. I've heard Avernus is quite lovely this time of year.


Anything of use?


Not for me to say. All I know is they're bloody useless 'round here.


So Minsc has turned to the Absolute. Maybe there's something to this cult...


A couple turns should do it.


No need to thank me.


Maybe you sun-dwarf's ain't so bad.


I know I had... well. You know I liked you. Like you. But I want you to be with someone who can make you happy. If that's Gale, that's Gale.


And that's what I'm gonna do. So buzz off.


Their prisoner left quite the mess. One of the adventurers, you think?


I dropped him outside the fort. Let Gortash see what happens to his nasty little spies.


Ramazith, Elminster, Silverhand, Karsus. Each door named after a powerful wizard, but what lies behind them?<br>


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Let's explore.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


A token of my appreciation.


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


You were the greatest hope we had for centuries...


Did you hear that dwarf shouting earlier? How <i>uncouth</i>.


Ah! Wyll. No question. He's strong, fast, and <i>righteous</i>. I'm salivating already.


Something's off with these statues. I don't think these were carved from stone.


Let's keep our condition on a need-to-know basis. As in, nobody needs to know.


I agree, it'll be good to get out of this place.


An eventful night. Time to get some rest, I think.


*One horn. This is the devil Wyll and the paladins of Tyr want dead.*


And he <i>deserves</i> it.


Resisto mortem!


Something's on my mind.


... secret... to its operation...


It certainly is at that - but what'll we do in the meantime?


This is  not over yet.


I'll catch up with you later. I have some... funeral rites to prepare.


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


If it isn't the gazette's favourite hero. As you were.


- secrets. Yes, yes. That is an old song, girl. Your goddess cares more for her precious secrets than she does her devotees.


I will heal you. But only because my hamster says I should.


From that day on I was his. Until today.


That's perfectly fine. I just want to be with you. No expectations. No pressure. Just us.


Slipped something into my pocket...? Not badly done.


Can't say I've ever drawn steel on children. Suppose I'm not True Soul material.


Time to go, Isobel.


Not in the middle of a fight.


*Whine.*


Time!


Found another broken glass.


Keep your neck out of those claws. One snip and you're done for.


Effort v10


I ain't parleying with more Twat-Souls - that stench don't lie.


Don't let these bastards hurt anyone else.


No more prayers... only dust and silence.


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


I'd go ahead and toss that bottle. We won't be needing it.


Never thought I'd be the one to destroy a crèche. And get away with it.


Florrick. I am my father's son. You know me. Will you really trust the word of a devil over mine?


What do you want, anyway? I ain't local. I know - knew - the fella in charge, but barely said two words to the devils swarming his place.


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


That might have been a pretty slaughter, but I heard Minthara led the attack.


*Duergar faces appear before you, one by one, each twisted by zealous cruelty.*


It's been some time since I had an audience. Any who hear it tend to die.


My child. You walk on the path of ascension.


Look around you. Indulge your curiosity. Sorcerous Sundries is the finest purveyor of magical miscellany for miles around.


H-he's with the hag!


I still prefer my odds if I <i>don't</i> turn myself into a crater the size of the Lower City.


Now if you're here for business, talk to Sticky. I don't deal directly with the customers.


Stronger than before. Much stronger.


I don't know if Faerûn needs another hero, but you seem happy. I suppose that counts for something.


My husband. Eighty soggin' years together, and he leaves me in the lurch like this.


Barbarian Roar


You been struck mute? Come on, out with it.


Lucky I made it out.


All right, then.<br>


At last.


More unmarked withdrawals. You could at least try to hide the Guild accounts, Glitterbeard...<br>


Victory v2


Well, let's hope he keeps his distance.


A good opportunity.


You're lucky I'm helping.


*The frog's entire body shakes. It ribbits erratically, as if in pain.*


There's something I find reassuring about him. The city's never felt so safe.


*She trails off. You read an invitation in her eyes.*


But you should rest, Master, you must be tired from all the sororicide!


I'd quite like to get inside. But it's difficult to shuffle your way to the top of the queue when you're, well, as big as an ox.


A question for another time - for now, we'd best focus on finding a way out.


If that's how you get yer kicks, ain't no business o' mine.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Snore
zzZzz
v3


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


I would be happy to reveal its extremely secret location if you'd be willing to perform one small favour for me.


Should have worn better boots.<br>


Did She now? Well - not the time to go debatin' with a True Soul.


Here goes nothing.


Toodle-oo.


Hmmm... The <i>zaith'isk</i> must have damaged you when it was destroyed.


Blasphemy, to scrawl it here. And a colossal risk.


It's opened. I wonder what's back there.


Yes!


If we meet again, it will be my pleasure.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


Your survival depends on mine, and mine on yours. It's less than ideal, but it is where we stand.


Ah, my good friend!


Hold on.


Kill them quickly, or we'll end up just the same.


The corpse mentioned a key... this must be the one.


<i>Yes, that will do nicely.</i>


Patriars - let it be known. The War of the Absolute has begun.


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


This is no ordinary storage room. This depth... This feeling of incomprehensible abyss... The Underdark.


Looks like you need a hand.<br>


A handy little trick.


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


There's blood here, not yet dried. And no sign of the smith...


Ah - and my old friend Karlach. It's no wonder your victory was so decisive. It's lovely to see you again, darling.


Don't you? I thought you had half a brain. Then again, you're here. Pretty much disproves any good sense you might've had, once upon a time.


Beating thee would soil my hands.


VO_SFX: Death cry - While turning the wheel to open the gate, Kanon gets hit by an arrow in the neck and dies


Effort


Finally, a little entertainment.


No bloody heroics... But I guess heroics were necessary to survive all of this. Who are you?


Only what I can smell. And whatever engine burns within you is grinding to an inevitable explosion. Burning and fear - you <i>reek </i>with it.


*Faint images appear in your mind: a brain, a githyanki warrior, and centuries of darkness...*


<i>And I wasn't informed? Bloody meddling Flames... </i>What are you still looking at? You've got a job to do, hop to it!


...and two glasses of wine.


Gods, no - Argh. <i>Help.</i>


Felt like an earthquake - as if I didn't have problems enough already.


This is the same script as that on Cazador's ring.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


I told you how I sought to win the favour of Mystra. I did this by trying to control a form of magic only one wizard ever could.


I suppose I'll set up a few more magical wards around the camp - this dagger-on-sight praxis isn't the most secure of strategies...


Luskan. The City of Sails, wrecked by the Spellplague. Now best avoided.


What do we have here?


You did well to intervene, vexed as I am to admit it. The <i>Jhe'stil Kith'rak</i> would have flayed our skin and left our carcasses to burn in the sun -


Think his insides'll turn to butter?


They are inventors - just like us. Persnickety and self-important, too, but we all have our moments.


Please, do whatever you must to get him home. The grove <i>needs</i> him.


The heat coming off that door... opening it could spell trouble.


I'd rather an extra burden than extra enemies. Anyone the Absolute has captive is one tadpole away from taking up arms against us.


A gem. Looks like it might fit in the altar from before.<br>


Listen up.


Time to bite, my owlbear friend!


((*I do not belong here; I am not welcomed here*))


Agreed. We must end the threat at Moonrise altogether. With your help, we stand every chance of doing just that.


There's magic keeping this chest sealed; I can feel its aura.


Nature moves at its own pace, and bestows its bounty when it sees fit. Give it time - a reward shall come to you, when you need it most.


Well that's dealt with. But she wasn't the one pulling the strings here.


Really? I thought we had an understanding. A connection.


I can see the answer in your eyes. And that's why I'm leaving.


This is a Harper rune. There must be a stockpile nearby.


You should know - Cazador may be dead, but there are still thousands of spawn locked up down there.


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


These bones are ancient. I wonder who they were.


Watch where you're swinging that thing!


In Her name.


I believe that's called growth, Shadowheart.


An entire domain, wrapped in shadow. This feels more like a god's work than man's. I'm not sure I want to step in there.


I trusted you. I <i>believed</i> in you.


Brace yourself!


Deure!


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


Seems like nature's provided a shortcut.


Bloodied tracks - quite small, too. A gnome found some trouble here.


Tsk. You'd let the githyanki weigh you down? She would make corpses of you all.


I was sent to guide you to your birthright, on the day my vile Liege reached their age of majority.


Voco potentia!


They want a 'weapon' huh. Sounds like it might be the artefact.<br>


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


Vos curo!


An ungracious warlock. <i>So</i> unbecoming.


Nor I. At my age, I've come to see that little is worth regretting in the long run, apart from regrets themselves.


Better to the fire than the Fist.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 3


Invoco te


There remains only one matter to be resolved - for me, at least.


There can be no forging without a flame. The lava.


That's the spirit, darling - and remember, I look after those who make me happy, hm?


*'Vlaakith's faithful roar out this tale. But beneath the roars, we hear whispers carrying truth and prophecy.'*


Now leave me be. I have a lot to think about.


I wonder... Could I make a pact to rid myself of you?


Not at all! I was hoping for companionship and - well, maybe a little death. Figuratively speaking.


Nature speaks to me. Birds report what they've seen. And I've overheard goblins speaking of it, too. Moonrise is at the heart of all this, I'm sure of it.


It seems the aspiring heroes of Baldur's Gate have backed themselves into a rather uncomfortable corner.


Perhaps it is easier to be good when you are alone.


Every bit as disgusting as the first time.


Now, where'd he go?


And now it is Gortash's turn. We'll need his stone to finish this - however you plan to acquire it. So let us go pay Lord Liar a visit.


Well put. Though I'll forgive a middling wine so long as the company makes up the difference...


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


Tread carefully.


Silly, we <i>are </i>the gift. One free ride with me or my brother.


When the brain bows to me, so will the Absolute's mob. Baldur's Gate will be Bhaal's cathedral, and my slaughter-horde will <i>worship</i> here.


When I think about the poor refugees starving in Rivington, I could just weep. I believe I'll drown my tears in another brandy.


Mummy...


Thaniel and Oliver are reunited - nature's spirit is whole again.


Devilkin. Am I in the Hells?


Well praying didn't help...


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 3


Assume nothing.


We made it, somehow. Now we just need to get to Baldur's Gate.


Believe me, saer, I'm not a price gouger, but it's the market that sets the goods' value.


Limp-witted slick-licker.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Instead of sharing idle gossip about Lord Gortash, I suggest you focus on your duties.


The <i>state</i> of this place. Why would the githyanki build a crèche here?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


<i>'Grovekeeper'? </i>Are you a gardener? We aim to cultivate mystery, not... shrubbery.


A wine bottle? A scholar with good taste, perhaps.


Maybe. Maybe not. But it is what it is. I'll stand by you until our mission is done - but I may not stick around long enough to see what you do with all this new power.


Be split and spilt before his Throne!


Ah, I have you! Just a shame I don't want you.


That trinket is radiating magic. Gale will take an interest, I'll bet.


Minsc - the very same Jaheira seeks.


Always 'ungry, these boys.


Please, I would never leave such a mess behind. Far too much attention for so little gain.


Glad to be there.


Agh. Is it the earth beneath that crunches, or the bones within?


Hm. Quite similar to the boy's slate from the crèche.


Lost your footing, have you?


Must be tired from all that running around.


I need a little extra edge.


Why? No more point to that than getting mad at a plague of locusts, or the weather.


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


Because it's more cruel... shit.


Indeed? Well let's see how you fare with a more - intimate style.


I need to get down!


No wonder such violent beginnings lead to violent ends.


((*you are venom. you are Rot*))


Watching and waiting.


Aside from my once-beautiful lover turning into a monster? Oh, wonderful.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


Cave circulum!<br>v3


'Unleash'.


Really?


We've already got the Council. What can Gortash do that they can't?


Orin's nest. What horrors hide here?


The shadows have infected githyanki. Don't hesitate - take them down!


Gah. You're all borin'.


The other is a mystery to me. But the way she spoke, it is most likely she follows Bhaal - god of murder.


All right - they can stay. Are you happy now?


Now, I didn't <i>read</i> the article, but apparently it said you were a real piece of work... so I'll have nothing to do with you.


Reeks of mugwort. Tastes terrible, but makes some useful potions.


No advantage is unfair.


I bloody hope not. If he saves us, I'll never hear the end of it.


She's going to die and this time she'll <i>stay dead.</i>


Stuck in place, I see.


Discount my warning at your peril.


Frange!


So - Book Brigade. What did we think of Dusk's Dark Desires?


Hey. Come back here, both of you! We ain't done!


Blood War... Avernus... champion...


I miss them. I miss the others.


Vis medicatrix!


True Soul, yeah? Tell your chums we won't move a pebble.


I assure you, the pleasure is mine. This research will skyrocket House Oblodra back to the forefront of scientific thought back home. You know how important it is to protect one's line - with power, ideally, but <i>value</i> works just as well.


Things best avoided. Shadows lurking in shadows.


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


Hurt Armor Piece Destroyed<br>var 5


<i>The prince will be dead. And we will still stand a chance against the Netherbrain. Now - give me the stones. </i>


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


Can't live my life without you.


Only a true diabolist would have such an infernal collection.


A diabolist's shop. That is no smell of eggs, then.<br>


*Wyll relaxes and your connection fades.*


Pay attention.


I've got it.


Strange marking. What's it mean?


Hail, your drow-ness.


I'd better do the talking.<br>


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


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


You should get going. And watch for goblins on the road.


Rolan may be the new manager of Sorcerous Sundries, but what I want to know is, who holds the mortgage on that place? They might be looking to refinance. I should check at the Counting House.


By the Triad, <i>why would you do that?</i>


<i>Exquisite work, True Soul. Now we must make sure nothing is hidden in their lair. Join me there.</i>


I caught the scent of that bloated carcass already - he's no more alive than the Dark Justiciars down here.


Lost your footing, have you?


Keep going, my child. The <i>ghaik</i> spawn will soon be gone.


*Lae'zel's fear grips you. Not fear of death, but fear of insignificance.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


He's not a creature! He's my <i>husband</i>.


PainTeeth<br>var 3


Time to do your part, Mizora!


This is no common spear... It must be the one that Shadowheart is supposed to find.


A trap? So much for a warm welcome.


<i>Ngh </i>- that stung!<br>


Cosy fire.


This might sting. Whatever.


No offence meant, of course. I can never forget what you did for us, for the city.


Which worg upchucked you?


Go ahead, examine the drider. The lantern's there for the taking.


Mm - Lae'zel, do you believe in love at first sight?


Speak, while there's time.


Because I've nothing better to do.


HEH!


This artefact must've been precious to the monks.


He's so strong, and - and wise. And he rides a comet. A comet!


Cuckles <br>v2


To passions brash thou art a slave.
This sinful ground shall be thy grave.


A dragon and an elf surveying the city.


Ahem.


I am Vlaakith's most loyal servant. She will <i>not</i> abandon me.


No, not you!


Tell me what you hear. What you <i>feel</i>.


First in my heart.


I knew I'd meet Ketheric's slayer eventually, but I had no idea it was you, Karlach.


Do we have to spend so long poking about down here?


We're already infected. At least now we might gain something from it.


I'll leave come tomorrow. Come see me before then - I was working as quartermaster. I can sell you some things to aid you... and we can catch up.


...I'd best see you there. I owe you a drink.


I am sure they are well used to it. Cramped streets and thin walls make for people adept at ignoring things. You could find yourself more alone in a city than in the deepest woods.


Time to take a load off, isn't it?


*You note the look in her eye, the slight tilt of her head. She is sizing you up.*


Certainly.


No one's coming - the deal is done.


Voco potentia!<br>v2


I thought it the most terrible noise in all sixteen planes. But there's one even more fearsome than that.


*Vlaakith is afraid. Afraid of what you might discover. Afraid of <i>you</i>. And your most reliable ally lives inside the Prism you carry.*


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


HA! Thou dost seem worse for the wear.


Safe, for now.


Easy! He's with me.


Barrels of tadpoles. I suspect there's a lot more of their vintage already in the city.


When you walked in,  I was prepared for the worst. This waiting is driving me insane.


<i>What Absolute? The Absolute does not care about Us, and we do not care about the Absolute.</i>


Swift as my feet can carry me.


<i>Brains?</i>


*You see a clawed hand open a holding pod to reveal... darkness.*


I... I don't know.


*If you didn't seem guilty before, you certainly do now. Turn yourself in, or face the consequences.*


Ah - the drow corpse spoke of this book. Disguised by magic, it seems.


Attack<br>var 3


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


Drunk humming the main theme of the game


*Your head is about to burst. The memory consumes your mind, corrupting the trance.*<br>


Alas, Ffion - our 'Stern Librarian' - has recently passed on.


I could listen to this forever...


I don't know if Faerûn needed another hero, but Wyll seems happy. I suppose that counts for something.


Help's on the way.


So? What do you say? Die here, now, or live on with people who love you. Zariel won't touch you. I swear it, Karlach.


Don't you have a heroic defence to lead?


Not afraid. <i>Hungry.</i>


We must allow the Mother of All Plagues to burn this sickness from us!


This is beneath me.


Beyond that, the choice is yours to make, and I wouldn't dare to impose myself on one faced with making such a sacrifice.


It seemed Thorm's wife loved him deeply. Perhaps he was even a good man once...


A devilish lie. She nearly killed me with her hellacious flames, and now she's sent you to finish the job.


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


What?! No, no. She said it wouldn't be permanent. It can't be! It'll wear off soon - it has to.


Just out of view.


No... or at least, I don't think so. Perhaps Lady Shar is testing me somehow. But if she is, then I have no idea what her purpose is.


And what more beautiful terror can there be than that wrought by Minthara and the mind flayer by her side?


It is the same for me. We're sitting ducks among sussur flowers, you and I.


I sense necromancy. This portrait's been warded.


There is no one to dismiss.


Because you needed to speak to it. Because it feels... correct. Fitting.


But if it's genuine quality, and genuine <i>taste</i>,  you're after - Carm's Garms has you covered.


Well well, someone's a treasure trove of wicked spells...


Forever petrified. A fate I'm glad to have avoided.


There's a schism growing among your people, Lae'zel. And you just took one step towards choosing a side.


You are free - never again will you be hunted by my people.


Rest when you're dead.


I - I wasn't gazing, merely <i>observing. </i>Though that can hardly be said for a certain someone else...


The price just went up. Call it a shite-talk surcharge.


Even Boo cannot formulate a strategy. Is this the end?


Mors animae!


It's opened. I wonder what's back there.


Oi! Can't say you weren't <i>warned</i>, mate.


In fact, I bet Gortash mentions you scum next time he's interviewed.


Damn thing is jammed shut. Won't turn like this.<br>


Is that Shar's voice? Not present in person, surely...


The Hells have taken their prize - and the frontiers have lost their Blade.


Stultissime!


No, listen! I didn't open it. Did you touch something? A lever?


Maledicte es!


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


A jar that grants immortality, hidden inside a zombie. It's almost poetic.


Swift as my feet can carry me.


Bodies everywhere. Accident or sabotage?


Perfect! Who needs numbers when you have creativity?


And you... Man of Stone. As you stood a statue, a helpless ornament, your city warped. Changed. Became ripe for the plucking.


What are these things? And gods, do they <i>stink</i>.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Still blocked - but should be easy enough to clear.


My cousins did like to boast about their view over the Clawrift. Now their bones decorate the bottom.


Dying Deep Exhale


Voco potentia!<br>v3


<i>My heart. My heart. It was mine! From my mother. From mum.</i>


It would be a waste of effort to strike her again.


He seems to be taking his new, monstrous form pretty well. Maybe he is worthy to be your prince.


No, a simple alliance is far more useful to us both.


You need this.


*The mind passively awaits your input.*


Derrerth Bernclerk... hnr...


For now, perhaps. But Shar can be fickle, and her love can prove fleeting. Do not turn your back on an advantage you may need... even a Selûnite one.


Voco arvina!<br>v2


Armed scribes - but no sign of a struggle.


Of course, you are free to take your chances if you wish. But I will be waiting here for the Nightwarden's lyre.


There's something unsettling about this. It's a devil's tool, no doubt.


It's packed too tight. I'll need a shovel.


Yes? I've got places to be - I'm sure you do, too.


He told me we'd be together now, said Aylin was dead. I couldn't speak. Could only run.


That's the symbol of Myrkul.


*The parasite stirs, but it's a mere tickle. You hear no thoughts or memories, just an echo of scars that never healed.*


What comes next?


Hmm? Yes of course. Obviously.


'...but in his doom he shall spawn a score of mortal progeny.'


I was an architect in life, a builder of tombs and temples, but mostly of towers. My proudest work reached for the stars and sought to dry Selûne's tears.


*One of those the voice spoke of. One of the Chosen. The vision fades away...*


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


It just sounds like you might have some coins to spare? Just a few, saer? Please?


You heard her. Xanta was a betrayer. We will miss her. But she was <i>wrong.</i>


That's it, dear one! Let Loviatar hear you!


Listen.<br>


*Blood spilling from her lips. No time for last words.*


Onward.


<i>Tnak</i>. I'll feckin' kill you!


Looks like we're in Elturgard. Some distance from the city of Baldur's Gate.


But... not... today...


It won't cure what's in your head, though.


Attack<br>var 4


Easier for who? You? Afraid not, friend. You enter by the book, or not at all.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Effort v4


Would you look at this. Here all this time, and I never knew.


You'll be free soon enough.


*A disarmed trap has been discovered. You have a sneaking suspicion you're about to get the blame.*


You look remarkably perky. Nothing like a good night's sleep to restore the senses.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall


For the winds to blow in our favour.


Ugh! That's so disgustin'!


Torm's truth, what is it now?


A herd of vampire spawn, unleashed on the Sword Coast. What could go wrong?


And you - this child, this <i>unascended</i> - would snatch my glory for yourself.


I can't hurt him. How disappointing.


Bombs away!


Looks like that dragon destroyed the road.


He who shoulders the suffering of others can never be weak. But...


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


Something's always catching us.


It seems I was wrong about you. About us.


Wouldn't take much to send that stone crashing downwards...


Fronti nulla fides!


It takes less work than you devote to maintaining your foppish facade. And it's far more rewarding.


I don't want to hurt anyone. But I don't want <i>them </i>to hurt <i>me. </i>What... what do I do?


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


Such a terrible place. I should leave.


The stench don't lie. You're one of them.


We ought to return to our posts, sister. There'll be plenty more prisoners to practice on.


*This mind flayer's build is smaller, its garb plainer - a fearsome creature even in death, but not the one that tormented you.*


S-sorry, sir. I'll open the cage for ya.


PainOpen<br>var 3


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


Damn right you do.


I had really hoped we were above base pursuits like 'monster hunting'.


I'd break my neck!


Emptying a wizard's vault of its treasures is one of life's great joys. They have such wonderful playthings.


Ouch. That will need some healing.


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


DisagreeOpen<br>var 1


This body... a sacrifice, or some kind of display?


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


No. I thought not.


Kill them.


I... I thought you would show me the respect of telling me first, but no matter. You can tell me now - who is it to be? Me, or him?


By powder and fire, we'll win this.


You're not looking well.


Tell me what you find. Tell <i>only </i>me. Understand?


Don't let it get hold of you. Harpers - now!


<i>Another transformation. The brain must be doing this of its own volition. The restraints on its behaviour seem to have eroded.</i>


Your make is <i>very</i> obsolete. Repairing your engine would be not only impractical, but impossible. Report to the Steel Watch Foundry for immediate dismantling.


You? What do you know about githyanki child-rearing?


A ritual circle. Seems to be infernal in nature.


<i>What? </i>But she promised to look after them! Teach them magic!


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


No true child of Lady Shar would be that poor a liar. The rot of heresy truly has taken hold in you.


Hey, good-looking.


No, I've decided I'm going to be a cleric. Now if you'll excuse me, I must pray.


Watch it - that hyena's going for help!


I wonder how he does it. Why he does it.


I have witnessed too much, and you have given me too little. Finally, I can <i>see</i>.


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


What did that do?


Which... isn't much. But we'll make do.


You think I don't know the truth? How your flesh blazes with Avernus' heat? How your axe splits your victims straight down the middle?


There's a pressure plate in the chair, but I'm missing something.<br>


But hey, maybe we can scare up a few dusty bottles of wine somewheres.


Voco vineae!<br>v3


Dyed-in-the-wool agents of the Absolute. Mark my words.


Stuck. There's no leaving without a fight.


*The warm rush of power flows through you. You feel stronger, faster - <i>better.*</i>


A full-on vamp, you mean? Lure it into the sun, drive a stake through its heart.


Immortal, indeed. And angry for certain.


Give it a sniff, Boo.


Bloodied tracks - quite small, too. A gnome found some trouble here.


Nothing.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


There's no getting past those vines. The ritual was thorough.


<i>Only in that you may be a danger to yourself. What the potion may make you see or feel - I cannot determine.</i>


Not that I'm judging. I have this.


Good. Can't let some runt make fools o' the Absolute's warriors.


Thank you. We'll need it.


Suit yourself - I guess some folks don't appreciate a good ditty well played.


Right... equal to the High Harper. You can give her my report, then.


I cannot think what it is we have to talk about.


*Someone's been breaking things around here. This child has no intention of taking the blame.*


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


My f-friend's blood not enough? Come to rip me open, too?


I stand with the Prince of the Comet. Attack, and you perish by my hand.


Maior, fortior!


Snore
zzZzz


We have to find it first. I doubt he's just left it lying around.


Novice of... The Absolute...


Move your feet!


And the lessons will be pure tactile sensation. No sight - only whispers, sighs, and <i>touch</i>.


Must've been a doozy. Look after yourself, all right? And wake me up again if you can't sleep.


Now if all our roles are clear, answer me. What is your true purpose?


So how about this: Alan puts swill in the bottles, but I know where he keeps the <i>good</i> stuff. Here - you saw nothing. You heard nothing.


That might be worth a look.


Voco flagella!<br>v2


That is Bhaal's offer. He will not make another.


*The torturer behind this cruel prank will meet your malice when you get out of here.*


Pfft, you wanna snitch to the manip? Hell, he'd want his own piece! Now...


Viconia - to battle!


That didn't sound very pleasant. You'd almost feel sorry for him.


So. You and Lae'zel, huh? Smashing. Absolutely <i>wonderful.</i>


What it comes down to is this: every so often I need to get my hands on a powerful magical item and absorb the Weave inside.


Thank you!


Stalking.


At first, I thought he might crave power and control.


Ketheric has her now. It's done.


I do not remember. Perhaps they never existed, and I sang my prayers into the void.


Intellego!


Order of the Soul Spiders...


To glory, or glorious death.


Where's Halsin? He promised me a mate!


Come out, come out, wherever you are...


They brought the Crown back into play.


Fly, hamster!


Normally I'd be all for finding an arrangement, but hearts are fragile things at the best of times. And Karlach's?


At best you intend to kill me. At worst - you wish to make me just like you.


While you're busy in the Towers, I'll be sure to - wait. Do you hear that? Something's wrong...


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic.


Recover your strength.


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


Just one example of why I'll never return to the Hells.


I'll tell you all about it. But not here. Too many eyes, ears, and weapons about. Meet me at your camp.


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


Not to be maudlin, but I'm glad I didn't gut you. Now: answers.


Please, we're not looking for a third wheel. Not today, at least.


You are my children - you are strong enough to fight this.


Whatever shall it be?


I assure you, were you to meet Tara you would see the comparison for the flattery it is. But perhaps that's not a point worth labouring further.


In a spot of bother, my love?


What will I do without her?


Better than nothing.


Best act fast.


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


Gone with the Weave.


I'd hug you if it wouldn't scorch your skin off.


What was that thing inside her?


These are tunnels under the Open Hand Temple...  The dead priest's name is written next to them.


I've got something special for you.


It's curious to find a githyanki here. What has brought you down so deep?


She - she slit my belly and filled her cup with my blood. A toast, she said, to her false god.


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


Good. Your instincts are correct.


He's never coming back, Lumbar. He's banished for good.


I always said he was doing too good a job. Better than Stelmane, in any case.


Such language. Didn't your father teach you any manners?


Victory<br>


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


Shout


We are, and <i>I</i> am. It's my editor who seems to have forgotten.


Never thought I'd say this to a drow, but... thank you. I'm Zevlor. And you're...?


You and me, battling it out - bard to bard. What do you say?


You're not... you're not in your right mind. There's <i>got</i> to be more to it.


Over here - we got company!


No, you're right to urge haste. There'll be time for a proper reunion later - let's get clear of this place.


Who's next?


Food for some kind of horror pet. Joy.


But we've gabbed enough. You got something to trade or what?


Alas, time for chatter.


I felt the moment of your liberation - the shedding of your bond.


Yes.


I - no. Morninglord, I call to thee, lend your forbearance! No - no - haha - haHA -


Gone. By the gods, Kagha, what have you <i>done</i>?


That's it.


She's gone... and Wyll's been consigned to the Hells along with her. Farewell, Blade.


What in the hells? Damn it all - they'll be here soon. Hurry!


Mine. All right, <i>yours</i>, Boo.


And when they fail - and they will, count on it - the Flaming Fists know where to find Dame Guisarme. And then it will be my turn.


Business we can't be about 'til that half-wit's done wailin'.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


*Resolve strengthened, you fall into a deep slumber.*


Can't see to Liam's wounds myself so I best keep this crowd alive to do it for me.


Unless... hah. Hah! The fools must have turned back. Or better yet, died in the search. <i>Good.</i>


It didn't take 'em long to notice I had some utility and stick me in the forges.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


That means going after the things I love. Including you.


Ignis!


Drow's studyin' the war map, tryin' to figure it out.


But the mission was our best chance - to fight so many foes openly could prove unwise. Shar's children are better deployed as daggers in the shadows, not massed upon a battlefield.


Ubi es?


Victory v2


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


*Best to step away from that trap. You're being watched.*


Why, hello there, sweetness!


And so much more.


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


Vincit qui patitur!


And that's not the end of it. The suckers are wily. No offence.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


He favours her, and she is one of the founders of this insane cult.


Through you, I've been born anew.


Macesce!


Bloody thing, come on!


Thank the gods! I should've known you'd make it to the city all right, but you never know.


Dunno what the Absolute wants with <i>your</i> kind. She's already got us.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


Acidum!


*You examine his face, but all you can see are sneering fangs. His defences are up and you're not getting past them.*


Nine-Fingers - <i>Astele</i>. Call off your ambush. Tell us where he is, and we'll handle this.


Kiai


Um. I wasn't supposed to say her name.


Go, light the candles!


They would have licked Sarevok's boots given the chance, and now they'll kiss Gortash's ring while the city screams.


Lucky those bandits valued their own hides over their loot.


You were supposed to rush to my defence, love. Fat lot of good you are.


*To Life and Living - Compliments of Stoney and Boney*


Touch my mind, and <i>purge</i> it - at the very moment you do, I will make my knowledge yours.


They're devoted to this Absolute. Whatever it is.


You damned <i>wretch</i>.


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


Are you so blind to what's at stake?


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


I can soothe your pain.


Must've been those strangers!


Breath_Fast<br>Var 3


Non movere!


Hardly dented the thing! Think, damn it, think...


This view's almost worth the walk.


Mystra have mercy! What... what happened here?


Hm.


Dearest Lae'zel. You've fallen victim to a manipulation. The traitor prince would lead us to ruin.


If you've not tried Master Meztli's wines yet, I hear they're lovely.


We did it, Miss True Soul! We know where those nigglin' thieves are!


It's silly... part of me felt like Scratch might still show up for his ball.<br>


<i>Drugnin' </i>shitshow, it was. Couple of pricklets figured they'd blow us clear to the topland.


Gortash means to be Archduke? It's time I paid a visit to Wyrm's Rock.


*The night passes sick and sweating, but bloodlessly.*


EffortMouthOpen<br>ver 1


Mors certa!<br>v3


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


Hello again! If it's fashion you're after - Master Figaro's the man to see!


Three... two... one... PUSH!<br>


You again? You must be as lost as we are.


Doesn't work.


Even fire is swallowed in this darkness.


You're asking a lot. But I can wait - for a while, at least. Let's get Baldur's Gate safe, then rip his throat out.


I cannot lose to you. Not here. Not in my home. I cannot die!


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


According to these notes, there's an adamantine forge down here.


Quite a firm lock, isn't it.


But I was mistaken. To stay with you would be death.


*... and then the Voice, bringing order: eating this meat was forbidden, but it would lead her to a feast.*


Hurt Critical


Yenna. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you.


Pulso!


A great shame.


I think not, True soul. You serve the Absolute. You serve me. Bow, you dog. BOW!


Since when could spectators turn you to stone?


Where the blazes am I...?


So glad to see you safely arrived. We haven't found the weapon yet, but it's good to be among allies. Even if they're a bit... unusual.


What did he do to me?


No use - it won't budge.<br>


Living flesh - or some residue of it. Perhaps something nests in the rafters above.


I think I do.


All right... Let's see how this plays out.


Impero tibi!


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


Peri!


*With a thunk, the armoured man collapses - unconscious.*


Crusty rogue.


Take heed - I see a trap.


It's the whole damn reason we're here, and I'm not leaving without it.


Effort


Demento te!<br>v3


And should our pain delight her - should we <i>embrace</i> such a gift - she will grant her most sacred of blessings.


What if something happened to him?


I take it you have some suggestions?


I sensed some in the area when we arrived here - but I'm not sure if it's still there, now that we've been holed up. But I'll show you where I'd look.


Aw, did the girl die? So very sad.


Ignis!


Hurt


You have nothing to fear from me, so long as the feeling's mutual.


Contract cleverly left out we'd be tits deep in these buggers.


Well, she wasn't lying - she's immortal.


Nice view.


*This is it. With the mind flayer's parasite dead, your time in the sun is over.*


Were you afraid?


This place is... not for me, perhaps. But with you by my side, and the shadow curse a fading memory, I shall keep my head high.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


Oh... lucky you.


It hurts. And it's getting worse.


Likewise.


Morbidus!


These volumes... they're all about Shadowheart. Years of training and tutelage.<br>


<i>People referred to me as the Emperor - such was my influence. Though, of course, they had no idea what I really was.</i>


Stop pesterin' us, y'old fogey.


I carry enough as it is.


Bad! Mean...


I might be able to help, but I'd need infernal iron. And a prayer that my hammer'll survive the work.


*The crystal shines only faintly. A memory shard, the wizard had called it.*


A mirror that pilfers memories? Seems like a Sharran ploy, for sure.


Let's get out of here!


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


No doubt. Just keep your eyes peeled.


*But there's no guarantee that Orpheus would be on your side.*


Well now, to see through this mask is to see through different eyes.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Aye. Feels like something down here has them excited... or scared.


*Tarenths are the currency of a merchant network called the Zhentarim. Led by the mysterious Pereghost of Darkhold, their dealings are far from scrupulous.*


You... what? You <i>WHAT?!</i>


I shall investigate.


Voco glacies!<br>v3


<i>Wait.</i>


You're quite right, petal.


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


Ya lookin' down on me as well? I can get up by myself.


Boo?


All will be mended.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


Attack<br>var 4


Dream in red.


This is gonna be a rush.


It was sickening, watching Lae'zel bow to that monstrosity. I thought she was stronger.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


*You recall the child from before. This man is Zorru; he has seen other githyanki.*


Sir - our people are trapped. Phil was a sapper, kept a smokepowder stash. Find it and blow that wall open, I'm begging you.


Your head's empty as a debtor's purse.


Our strength was never numbers, but the bonds we share. And they are stronger than ever.


What did that do?


A crack in its defences! Now we can destroy its true self.


Effort v10


Graves. Someone had to bury their dead in a hurry.


You could send an elf to sleep!


Demento te!


And what of my future, Master Halsin?


All I'm saying is that it's more difficult to come back from the dead if you were chopped up and had the pieces delivered to different corners of the realm.


So Cazador marked them too - bound us all to his ritual.


Vincit qui patitur!


Shirra Clarwen, where oh where are you?


You may have trouble reaching the Astral Plane from here, young gith.


You! Move!


Broken. So much for protection from the shadow curse.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v3


Sure. I'm calm. Calm as can be. Turns out glass number five was rather soothing.


Effort v11


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


Nothin' can stop us!


I am not blind to the way this party had conducted itself of late. If you propose to lead us, you will have to be better than this.


Don't waste a step.<br>


Maybe. But if whatever managed to murder a group of Sharrans is still around, we had better watch our step.


I'm not getting through this way.


Torre!


Have <i>you</i> fallen foul of a cultist's curse? Been addled by an Absolutist incantation? Not sure? Best stock up on charms - just in case.


Treme!


A god's idol has to have some magic lingering in it. Your sort of thing, Gale?


They run a tight ship. Must be a horrible place to grow up.


Ugh.


Some sort of temple? Looks abandoned.


I made my promise. I will not fail Gith's son on the basis of groundless fears or fickle whims.


You will remember this spear, no doubt? It was to be the instrument of my death. Now it will become a parting gift in exchange for my life.


<i>I see you are unable to let that go. But do not forget that I trusted you with my life, as you trusted me with yours. </i>


This doll... Boo can smell a curse on its unclean linens! And not just the usual aroma of camp.


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


*Your mind extends outward and grasps at... nothing.*


Dying Burning<br>v4


Scuse.


RAPHAEL IS STRIDING ACROSS THE PLANES CHASING THE BEAT OF YOUR TERRIFIED HEART


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


This guy's tryin' to poison us! Kill him!


I take it you get the picture?


Please, you're trembling like -


Not sure what the other mushrooms are.


Falling<br>var 2


If I must.


*You know nothing of why. But you find a half-smile flittering across your face.*


*She pushes into your mind violently, touching your wants and hopes.*


I do need some armour, you know.


Impero tibi!


This Nightsong sounds like the source of Ketheric's immortality.


No.


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


Not a good time to lose that tadpole...


Tu es nihil!


<i>Beauty.</i>


I suppose it's not exactly common knowledge.


The orb in your chest? Shit - I knew something was going on with you, but I didn't know the particulars.


*Gasp.* <i>Mmmpf.</i>


*Hope vanishes from sight, and the House seems to tighten around you like a constricting artery.*


Well then?


--- Come to me - Find me -


Whatever you're working on, hope that fixes it for ya.


You wriggling little - agh.


Your desire?


I'm Karlach. And you are...?


Attack


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min1:31_GnashedTeethReaction<br>var 2


Poor Scratch. I'm lucky to have met you.<br>


... killed... arrow... can't... breathe...


Scratch deserves his rest - I can hand this without him.


Welcome back to Baldur's Gate - welcome home.


Vos curo!


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


What does that mean? Loss of status? Wealth?


Hang in there, dearest.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Hmmm.


That's curious.


Yes. And they'll be trembling in fear when they tell him.


I thought the worst, too - but now we're together again none of that matters.


I bring aid.


So, we've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire?


Stuck in place, I see.


Nice, right?


May the Absolute guide us.


I am, but with Selûne's guidance, I learned how to control the beast long ago - I only let it loose again when my family was threatened.


Damn. After a decade in hell, I was hoping for a little company. Especially some who looked like you.


Gorging on food and drink before killing in honour of Shar - disgusting.


You are a living mockery - I can only pray that you do not live long.


Hells - not a lick of damage! What am I missing?


Such a small specimen. Does such a beast truly warrant mounting as a trophy in this city?


If you say so.


Goblins ahead. Looks like they're laying an ambush.<br>


Caedo!


We want both of you, silly! At the same time.


The Society have studied your kind's brutality for years. You will not find us so easily intimidated.


Attack Critical<br>


What's that ghastly sound? Almost sounds like weeping.


*The moment she joins with you, your mind folds over double.*


Intactilis sum!


Over here!


Time to do your part, Mizora!


<i>But not to worry. Should you transform, I will happily perform a new examination.</i>


No, no, no...


Locked down. It needs whatever fits in that socket.


*You'd do anything to be a great hero - or so you once thought.*


That tentacle was colossal. How can such a thing be possible?


Mors animae!<br>v3


NO NO NO YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE PLEASE DON'T


*Its eyes flicker towards the duergar, burning with raw, bestial rage.*


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


One day, fortune may favour you.


That's quite an egg.


Just doing me job, boss. You're free to go your way.


To be rid of the orb, and perhaps claim back what it took... To be <i>me </i>again.


*Regrettably, the corpse before you is not your only company on this dark night. Footsteps approach.*


Should step in before it gets worse.


*Dark Tide is the Umberlant holy day celebrating the late summer neap tide with the sacrifice of a black hippocampus.*


Two.


These footprints started in the sewers.


I know. It's <i>wondrous</i>. Now, what can I do for you?


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


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


Are you that far gone that you don't even realise what you have done...? All the more reason to put you out of your misery.


Heh. Then behave while you're inside. Our people don't mind it one bit.


*The goblin stares, mouth agape. Then he sets his jaw and falls to his knees.*


Some people are so selfish.


Mundus vult decipi!


Is someone... singing?


You want to help me? Then open those ears and listen close.


Hmm... what's that?


Too bad the rest of the note is pure gibberish.


Caeco te!<br>v3


Impero tibi!<br>v3


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Pulso!


PainTeeth<br>var 1


I am death.


You simply do not understand the hunt. True joy is the feel of screaming flesh beneath your fangs.


The size of that thing. Looks so much bigger when it's flying above you...


I've got your back!


Dhourn!


*Her torturers are not dominating her - they are destroying her mental defences, and exposing her to something <i>else</i>. The Absolute?*


What do I have to lose?


Need any advantage I can get.


You'll work through it, <i>jargh</i>. Now pay up - don't got all day.


And what do we do with rats, Lae'zel? We hang them by the tails, and burn their warrens.


<b>BETRAYER.</b>


Already spoke to one of your mates - a True Soul, just like you. Said I'd help them, and that goes for you as well.


The royal Itch, the regal Tingle, the unending Thirst. Oh, I adore them so.


Someone was... <i>arranging</i> these corpses. What for?


It's magic, but what kind?


The book said to pass the maze without triggering a trap or getting caught. Sounds easy enough.


My hamster has dined on god-flesh! You are but a tiny crumb!


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


The madness grows. I should have foreseen.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


I will carry your hope, Prince Orpheus, and I will carry your burden. But to that burden I must add my own - the loss of those I leave behind.


What was that?!


A... redcap? One of 'em pointy looking fuckers? You know, I thought I saw - <i>urgh.</i>


Hurrh... I reckon we could do better than this runt, aye...


Stand your ground, Fists!


Although half the time it's for some Society of Brilliance twat with two left feet writing a book about us.


Oh, this should work perfectly.


Well I'll be godsdamned - the Blade of Frontiers. Thought I'd shaken you for good. That'll teach me to underestimate you.


Need some healing?


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


Wyvern poison - pah! It'll take more than a nasty drink to finish Lae'zel of Crèche K'liir.


Let's hope whoever killed them has long since marched on.


If you happen to find whoever did this, perhaps you can deal with them. We definitely don't have time to.


Don't be <i>ridiculous. </i>What are you on about?


Hark! A dung golem!


Perhaps a little. Do you know how hard it's been for me to contain myself?


Where's that bloody embalming fluid?


The brain anchors itself. Higher - we might be able to reach it!


<i>Perhaps, at first, I did consider that you were just a problem to be solved. And not an easy one at that. But I persisted. </i>


P-p-please.


Use every advantage.


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


*Your parasite links with Wyll's, and your memories flow into him. He sees his father's flight from Wyrm's Rock and hears Mizora's words to you.*


This must be where the gnolls attacked.


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


Like what? We need to keep what supplies we have. We might need them before the fighting's done.


Need a little boost?


<i>That Orpheus lives at all is ruinous to Vlaakith - she has done everything in her power to keep his existence a secret.</i>


Baldur's Gate. My people wait for me there.


Pickets, ballistas, siege engines... a little old-fashioned, too. A hundred years? More?


It seems your report was good, W'wargaz.


A brain in a jar...


He's dead. He's finished. But Gortash... Gortash was <i>here.</i>


That water looks tainted. Better to avoid it.


Work to be done.<br>


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


Imagine the battles he's still to lead once you've flattened the Absolute.


Bomb in my head about to go off. Great.


I'll make my way to the grove - join me there.


*How will you respond?*


Bah, fine. Let's not waste any more of one another's time, hm?


I know what I must do. The Crown belongs under Mystra's stewardship, not mine, and I will ensure she gets it.


Oh, <i>hells</i>.


*The mirror glints in the light.*


Hm - what was that?


It is lost - why do you ask?


A duo of your finest gruel, please. And two glasses of...


Wherever we are, it's falling apart.<br>


Cleared - just like <i>that</i>, huh? Well I'm not taking the chance. Any other ideas?


'Down the stairs, across the sand. Down the stairs, across the sand.'


I am a woman of my word. Go to the Iron Throne, and I'll help you spring Wyll's daddy free.


Pfft.


It is ours.


Impero tibi!<br>v2


I don't know. Ketheric's followers were defeated or vanished before the effects of the curse took hold.


You should report to the throne room. Z'rell likes to greet all true souls on arrival.


*This is a powerful magical item, capable of trapping and holding a creature.*


Though I will not be the one to fight it, I think. The one you journey with - we have already spoken of infiltrating Moonrise.


Mystra soothes all pain.


It'll be instant, right? His death? That's how executions go, right? He won't suffer or anything...


To arms - we've got trouble!


A <i>better offer? </i>You're lucky you're pretty and that I know you're joking.


GaspSurprised<br>var 2


Fresh water. There must be a settlement somewhere nearby.


I may be the one who protects you, but it is you who must champion the cause.


We shall not fail! We shall stand victorious!


Lend me your ear.<br>


Dead - by her own kin's hand.


If only I knew where to find some.


Something's always catching us.


Deep gnome make, but the design is anything but. What was this fort?


Serves you right. Next time, ask <i>before</i> you bite.


Are you certain? It will be untamed, vigorous, and, well... <i>large</i>.


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


Fine, but if they botch it - don't come bleeding to me.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


Closed Mouth Effort v6


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


Here? Now?


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


*Or perhaps the Mother Superior's reasons are a misguided interpretation of Lady Shar's will. The Mother Superior is but a mortal, after all...*


Speculation will get us nowhere. Let's go find him.


Dead. Seems these True Souls have their limits.


Ketheric's been studying something called the Apostle... but of which god?


GaspSurprised<br>var 3


<i>What shall you offer in exchange? </i>


Must be the surroundings. Rather bleak and lonesome. One feels so... exposed.


Vast world out there.


Something's not right.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Fine - but be quick. There are no safe corners in this fortress.<br>


Some sneak-thief lurks nearby. The same one I sensed in the Counting House.


How <i>dare</i> you. There's nothing at all wrong with this city - or at least, there wasn't before this... incursion.


<i>That's the Crown ahead. It's <b>mine. </b>I'll cast the spell. I'll make the brain submit.</i>


*The hunger is too much to bear. Your nature is irresistable.*


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


Yes and no. The murders were terrible, but all causes of death are on the rise.


Resisto ignem!


Your diligence is exemplary. Very well: your own scalpel you will be.


Don't get too comfortable - it's only a matter of time before the army of the Absolute gets here.


Fair enough.


Isn't he just? I'm so very glad they let animals in the camp. Means Biscotti can be kept away from that <i>awful</i> war.


Hopefully it comes no closer.


Recovered <br>V3


Forgive me True Soul, but what we want is to get to Moonrise as quickly as we can.


You treacherous bastard! I'll kill you myself!


She made the best apple pie.


I don't like the kitty. She looks <i>scary</i>.


I'm starting to get a headache.


*Though expressed in an ancient tongue, you are able to decipher the mummy's intention. She is trying to thank you.*


<i>Vin'iisk</i>, friend to Orpheus. Together, we will end the elder brain which shakes this city. Then, we turn our sights to Vlaakith, the queen of deceit.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Haven't gone camping since I was a little girl. Very exciting.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


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


I fled Elturel along with dozens of others. We're in a grove nearby - things... are bad. Real bad.


Sister always hides from me. She likes to play.


Should try and get yourself a proper interview in the gazette.


I can't, I'm sorry. My place is here. Lady Shar needs me. Her children need me.


Ah, Mrs Highberry, I prefer to conduct tastings individually, so I may assess your palate -


The Orphic Hammer. An artefact capable of shattering the chains that hold Prince Orpheus is held securely in my House of Hope even now.


I've heard of this forge... Legends reckon it had some sort of 'protector'.


Anything of use?


Good. I'm only sad I couldn't see it myself.


I LIKE TALKING. TALKING IS THE BEST.


First... I tried... to be... a... pastry... chef...


My instinct is to flay you where you stand.


What's the matter?


You were a monster the whole time.


Since then, the city faced countless threats, but the Baldurians overcame them all. There was never any need to call upon the wyrm. Until now.


I heard her guts were placed on the ground in the shape of the Absolute's mark!


UnderstandAh<br>var 2


Hells. Torchflame has no chance against these cursed shadows.


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


*Your tadpoles connect. You feel your hearts thump in unison, like drums keeping beat to a wardance.*


Inactive. What powered the one on the nautiloid?


*A feeling penetrates your mind. <i>An anomaly. One like ourselves, unconnected from the whole. Caution</i>.*


*It almost feels like it exists to guide you, or punish you. But what did you do to provoke it?*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Must have been fishing when these monsters came. Bad luck.


Hold it. You swore an oath to the Absolute. Time to make good on it.


We follow the Absolute and them She speaks through.


Argh. No wonder. <i>Necromancy.</i>


Oh thankless child. Did I not bless you with our immortal gift? Did I not make you what you are?


Expensive imports, no doubt. A shame they have wilted.


Shhh. Just think sneaky thoughts.


...you will be gone before the sun next sets on the grove.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


Bloody Underdark. Even the mushrooms are out to get you.


You carried me once, friend, and now I'll carry you. Ho-ho!


The devil was true to his word. Fiends slaughtered my master's forces, but he endured somehow, and blighted the land.


Lae'zel, you've the most <i>exquisite</i> eyes - golden as the sands of the Calim.


What's that ticking?<br>


Mephistar, ruled by Mephistopheles. A silly thing, this using of place names as people names.


Hush, you. And...


I look forward to reading about your next exploits!


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


An owlbear egg... these are supposed to be worth a fortune...


The rules apply, same as before. No entry without express permission.


You're right, of course. Forgive me.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 3


He did? I suppose, I mean - <i>really</i>?


That was close. Too close.


HAIL THE ABSOLUTE!


Can't risk being in open view.<br>


Te curo!<br>v3


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


Get out of my sight. For your own good.


Map of tunnels and some temple. 'Father Lorgan' mentioned by name.


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


Bunch of empty boxes and spiderwebs. Guess Lolth's cultists haven't been back here in a while.<br>


It's all right, I'm coming.


You really are no devil, are you? I've... I've been deceived.


So even someone like you... feels like this? This is how it is? And it's just going to keep happening...


Tonitrus!


I guess we're doing this the hard way, then.


An intercession to another of the First Circle? The Depthqueen will be most pleased.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


I doubt a bear this size went down without a fight.


'The Lord of Murder shall perish...'


No.


Fist Pavel, a new duty calls. Drow have taken Grand Duke Ulder Ravengard - westward, if my eyes and ears can be believed.


<i>Rhaal'tuuch! </i>Grab the meat while it's fresh, mate!


It don't look so scary now.


<i>These are fine specimens. It will only take me a moment to brew them to proper potency.</i>


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


You'd condemn Oskar to such a fate, all over the words of a soulless ingrate?


We were this close to healing these lands. Now your arrogance has torn open the wounds once more.


The battle won't be won down here.


A dragon lives under Baldur's Gate, waiting for a hero to wake him. Or so the author believes.


A thief walks free. Is this truly justice?


These Selûnite words do nothing.


'Flumph Mating Rituals'. An odd book for a drow to carry.


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


Impossible - she was broken!


Eiecto te!<br>v3


I hope we never see Orin's like again. Mind flayers and Absolutists I can handle, but she was nothing but cruelty and carnage. Another whose god should go unworshipped.


This is not time to drop the tadpole. We need it - however vile it may be.


Wherever we are, it's falling apart.<br>


I wonder what that did...


Curious setup. Think I'll keep my distance.


Yikes, don't disturb a half-ogre in the making!


He always knew what to say... when I was homesick.


Ouch. Well-earned.


I am the only one who can resist the Absolute's influence. Hence its fear of me, its <i>desperation</i>.


I guess it was safer in the long run... but still. <i>Our leech.</i>


And we've no need of a mouthy bastard.


An unlikely place for such a fortunate find.


Not only do you fail to carry out your orders, but you wish to question the <i>Absolute?</i>


Do you even know who you are anymore?


Damn. Some of these mushrooms are illusions.


Next time your mind sinks that low, keep things to yourself.


It's done.


I'll be there soon, my lady.


Look, we're doing our best here - we're just stretched pretty thin, in case you hadn't noticed.


Well, now you can run away again, gith. Keep away from me.


If you won't speak, then you don't need to draw breath. Tell me what I want, or I'll feed you to my pet over a tenday, and keep you alive to watch.


Bring Wyll to me.


You'll be too much of a handful one day. But not yet.


Playtime's over. Get me out.


Whoa whoa - not so hasty. You can piss off after you've paid my fee.


But we're a team. If I become all-powerful, then we become all-powerful.


Me too, I suppose, because I'm not even tempted to scam you. Take this vault key - you'll find something by way of thanks inside.


Wretched thing, pull yourself together.


You dared scar my mind, I will gut you.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


She brought this on herself.


Nice.


I assure you, forming any emotional attachment to the gith spawn is quite pointless. It will show you no such affection in return.


Decapitated - but still warm. This happened recently.


No! What have you done?!


Taken to Moonrise Towers. The rest of us were set digging, but... Wulbren knows things. Seems the cult wants to know them too.


That door is saturated with necrotic magic. Best keep my distance.


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


There's no sense dwelling on such a future is locked behind the looming shadow of the Netherbrain. First, we must fight. <i>Then</i> we deal with the Crown.


If this is about Rolan, go <i>away.</i>


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 2


*The elf speaks of the hunt for a great weapon, and the rewards that will go to whoever finds it. The hobgoblin's eyes gleam hungrily.*


*The corpse regards you lifelessly.*


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Are we just going to rot in here or what?


Something's on my mind.<br>


I'm not so lucky. Got to dispel these shadows... somehow...


Corpora sana!<br>v3


Note this trunk of lies.


<i>He lies. He means to betray you. But this need not preclude an alliance. You could be the one to betray him. </i>


What?


*You are <i>the Blade of Avernus</i>.*


Ut ventus!<br>v3


Blood comes easy these days.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


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


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


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


Oh, Umberlee, hear us! Umberlee, bring your daughter home!


But you go ahead. Have <i>fun</i>.


... fallen... lady... Zariel...


You mentioned somewhere earlier - Last Light was it? How do we get there?


The road to Baldur's Gate is up ahead. No turning back, once we start down that road.


Not unless you want to make a donation.


Get the hells away from me.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 3


The monks were intent on keeping their relics safe. They didn't count on us, though.<br>


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


Tormentum!


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


What's this? Got ourselves an <i>infiltrator?</i>


*Here lies Guyira 'Snakemother' Denysse, matriarch to a brood of venomous daughters*


I got what I wanted. So did you.


But... <i>Wulbren? Dead?</i>


Always... many voices... hers... the LOUDEST...


Not quite. But this is the easy part. Shall we try again?


<i>There is nothing further I can do for you right now. Consider using my gift. </i>


So, what did you wish to speak about?


Venenum!


Ugh. Fresh goblin stench. They're close.


Malleus!


Pain can break anyone, but she bore it well and got what she wanted.


As promised. The Wavemother rewards those who submit to her will.


Do I need to rip your earshells off? You heard me.


Like hells. I don't know what you're gettin' at, but answer the question. What were you doin'?


Over here!


It imbues the parasites with special powers. Some that benefit, most that harm.


Good riddance. That devil had no right to be here.


Is there a dead tadpole in that jar?


Resisto!


Keep strong, for me.


Dodge
v2


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


Well... you do lust for blood, but you know what I mean.


I bet it was the cult - it'd be just like the cowards to be so underhanded.


Invoco te!<br>v3


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


Nobody wants to read the riot act to a child, but, well... discipline's got to start somewhere, eh?


Oh... It still pains me to see my little liege in distress. Oh, please, don't cry. I... will always love you. But I must go.


Thank you!


The Adamantine Forge - our dead drow friend was searching for it.<br>


*Your confession won't fix the damage you caused. You're about to be locked up.*


A dragon. Gods preserve me.


Made it out.


Hold your nose 'round the crates. Some got a little ripe down in the cellar.


I did expect a bit more - spectacle, I suppose.


It's a poem. A gift from Cazador. He considered himself quite the artist and used his slaves as a canvas.


Time for a cull.


A disturbed and disturbing night for all of us, but worth it. With due diligence, your impulses will soon be mastered. Or at least, prevented from causing further harm.


Attack Critical<br>


I keep telling you animals. If you want to buy a gazette, talk to the loud little shits screaming headlines. I <i>deliver</i> the papers. I do NOT sell them.


Go to Hell.


Do whatever you can, but hurry!


A Selûnite shrine over there. Left to rot by the looks of it - good.


Not what I expected to run into in a place like this.


It's easy for some, of course. You and Gale seem to be getting on very well.


There was one time you gave a beggar some coin while we were en route to the Devil's Fee.


Was that human boy insisting on playing his acoustic lute version of <i>High House of Wonders</i> again?


Vis medicatrix!


I figured as much, being the proud owner of eyes.


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


How presumptuous - it's almost endearin'. That'd be up to Nine-Fingers to decide.


*Your menacing words fizzle out like a match dropped in a latrine.*


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


Voco flagella!<br>v2


I'm going to sell the business. The money we used to start it was mine in the first place. I'm afraid that's it for 'Throaks for Cloaks'.


Ah, if it isn't my favourite flower! Welcome to Auntie Ethel's. Come in - come in!


But later, perhaps. General Thorm is ready to see you.


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


Not the right moment.


*She wants you to solve this on your own - prove yourself to her. First the parasite, then the mission. You are on the right track already.*


We should not tarry in this charnel house long.


<i>Chk</i> - what is this? Ah, a mould. Must belong to the forge.


Who among us has not been spurned by a lover? But a word of advice, if Minsc may be so bold:


He is a True Soul. Mind him. He will - he - he...


A necessary ruse - one that allowed me to seek out your true intentions. The House of Grief attracts all manner of people, but only some have value to Lady Shar.


Fair enough - though in the end we're still playing the same composition.


Resurg


I met you before. And erm. My mum hasn't come back yet. She might come later... I don't think she's coming.


Time to go. Time to hunt.


This will prove a boon in a fight.


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


Intestines throb. Blood whispers.


Effort v5


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


Treme!


You turn on me? I should have left you to turn in your grave.


Hells - what did that mind flayer do to me?


Meant for what to happen? When are you taking me home?


Battle has taken its toll. I should rest.


Peace, peace. Your belly burns too hot. It's just a simple alleyway.


YOU CAN'T THERE IS NO HOPE FOR HOPE


*Compassion.*


*Orpheus - Gith's son, the so-called 'traitor prince', slain by Kith'rak Voss himself millennia ago. Or so you believed.*


What the hells is this place?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


<i>In life, she was my business partner. Back when we ran the Knights of the Shield. A difficult task, for a mind flayer.</i>


Needn't queue if you're a member, saer. Just go straight to Meadhoney with your vault pass.


Mortalis!


What do you think of opening a cart in Baldur's Gate?


We have to work together or the Absolute will enthral us both. I cannot keep this up indefinitely.


Dying Burning<br>v6


The Child of Bhaal. I'm glad <i>papa</i> has blessed our dirty little plot.


Lady promised me food... shelter... took me here...


Darkness is no time to mount a rescue. I can set out for Cazador's lair come dawn.


Seco!


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


Resurg


Curiosity trumps combat then.<br>


Drunk humming the main theme of the game


Gettin' outta here soon enough. Wouldn't have came here if I'd had my wits to work.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


*Your kill of that poor cleric can mean only one thing: the vile Sceleritas will be here soon enough.*


Spread out! Tear the house apart if you have to!