That warrior was Ravengard. If you prize his ways, you'll help Wyll seek out the wyrm.


How about we leave your blood inside your body?


Our city is entering a most wondrous age. One of steel, of smoke, of <i>efficiency</i> - and we've Lord Enver Gortash to thank.


It's come to this, has it? Fine - I will avenge my master.


Baldur's-Gate-bred, Baldur's-Gate-raised. I'm the real deal.


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


Do not abandon my blessing - hee hee!


We need to reach the core of its will. Get as close as you can to the Crown, and cast the spell to compel it to submit!


Enough. I wish to taste True Soul. FEED!


Long n' low.


<i>I'll guide him to your camp. He'll know where to go, even if he doesn't yet understand why.</i>


Canto te!


Anything you wanna say?


To slay a <i>ghaik </i>was my sworn duty. To kill Orpheus was my privilege.


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


Allow me.


Today: 'Murder at Lathander's Feet! Head Priest Killed!' Investigator Valeria is on the case!


Worth examining.


Torre!


Let's wait until things quieten down a bit. Once the others are asleep, we'll find each other.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Got it.


You are no doubt aware that citizens of the Underdark are held in great suspicion by those who live above ground. Many believe us to be 'evil'.


Only a fool would resist such power.


Be wary - and do not draw its attention.


I need to deal with Cazador while I still have any kind of advantage over him.


Same way <i>you</i> weren't going to stop and listen without a sob story.


These gallows kill people. <i>Our</i> people!


Nice try. But nothing gets past us. Now move along.


Now let us speak of something else.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Te video!<br>v3


Malleus! v3


What the... Back off! And spit that out if you know what's good for you!


I better help.


Effort


Swift and lethal.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 4


Our girl is nothing if not loyal. I just hope it doesn't come back to bite her in the arse. Being loyal to the wrong person can do that sometimes.


..The less subtle approach it is, then.


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


Where there is innovation, there may be a few backfires - it's all part of the process!


It shall be done.


The blood on his profane hands... It could have been yours too. You could have been Chosen.


*'Harp and wild'? A riddle to some, but you understand the meaning immediately.*


Wise... though I hope you'd miss me after I'm gone. I think I would, if the positions were reversed.


Hmm. They were... displeased when you refused them. But we may see if they are willing to forgive.


But what about Gale? Are you seriously suggesting you'd cut ties with him, to be with me...?


An owlbear. Please, do you have any -


I wish to forgive this lapse in your fealty - for we must face the cad together.


Diminuo te!<br>v2


Ah, if it isn't the talk o' the camp?


Tell them what you witnessed. Tell them how Lady Shar favours me.


Even injured, it's dangerous. Be careful.


Ah - the memories. The Blushing Mermaid's where fifteen-year-old Wyll snuck his first kiss.


Not that there was any doubt - I was the obvious choice, but...


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


They'll be tough to fight... but not impossible to beat.


City Watch! Defend your home!


Oh, my sanguine Master! I Your next work will be wonderful.


I was just thinking about freedom.


One of my own to save the rest? Aye - if that's what it takes. Farewell.


Halt there! You know this area's restricted - maybe you'll remember better after a spell in the cells.


That was the Absolute, and I sensed it is powerful enough to swallow the tower whole if it chooses to.


As the superior officer, I think I'll delegate  all the sentry shit to Gonfalon and catch me a nap.


And you pushed me.


*By Silvanus, the Forest Father, we are granted balance.*


Something slipped into my pocket? Be wary, lest the wandering hand find a hamster!


It seems tales of my clemency have been greatly exaggerated.


Urlon of K'liir speaks most highly. As did Al'chaia before him.


Did you do this?


I'm so stupid. How could I have trusted her?


Lae'zel of K'liir - do you think you can take a blade to the prince while the illithid still binds him?


A pact is just another deal. He can call himself 'patron', but Big Raph doesn't own me - he's just giving me the tools to take what I want.


And of course, the Wine Festival itself is but a few days away - Cora, we do forget ourselves! We've not even asked this fine young stranger's name.


Hook horror. Wonderful.


I'd rather be alone than spend another moment in the presence of someone inclined to such unjustified invasions of privacy.


<i>Orthon - with me!</i>


I think we've overstayed our welcome in this place - if we ever truly had one to begin with. We should leave.


Clear off - we got here <i>first</i>!


Dodge
v2


I'll be warmly received, besides. You are looking at Lorroakan's newest apprentice.


Do not presume to know how I feel.


Do I know you?


Don't mind if I do.


What're all the spikes about?


People up ahead. Something's wrong...


Boots worn through.


We'd make better strangers.


And keep still, devil. Teela is restless.


I will gather my warband and reach the grove by next light.


One. Scattered. Became many.


Another day, another fight.


An illusion. Better tread carefully.


The druids have gone mad - save yourself!


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Orin writes again. The privy won't lack for paper, at least.


O-of course. Come and go as you as you like.


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


Like, any kind of birds, or...


Ex Textura!<br>v3


Effort v10


We should rest these weary bones of ours.


A dragon is clearly not to be trifled with.


Wait - but... all right. Don't be long.


An amulet of the Moonmaiden. Powerful enough to interest Gale.


I am Ulder Ravengard! As long as I draw breath, I will cut down... <i>ngh</i>...


The lightest of touches...


Cave circulum!


Delivered to the jaws of oblivion by the sisters who revered him.


Good. Very good. Until then. And thank you, if I haven't said it yet.


Oh? Have you? You know, you need not run away should you win. You can stay here if you wish.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


I had better watch your back then.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Mundus vult decipi!


Drunk <br>V4


Umberlee will embrace us all!


An infernal pact? But not even the whole text?


Fall by my hand!


<i>Perhaps you will be more inclined to try it when you see more of what our enemy can do.</i>


But Cazador will want a grand space for his Ascension. A venue like this feels perfect.


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


Risen Road's more dangerous than ever. Packs of gnolls running wild. Be careful out there.


But I understand. You have appearances to keep up, charades to play.


Well. Seeing you on the walls might put the steel in their spines. Mine, too.


An enemy spy! Weapons ready!


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


An odd tree. That note to Kagha mentioned something like this.


It must be difficult for you to imagine great Elminster a-courting. Writing poems. Doing... certain... <i>deeds.</i>


It is a secret so great that if her people ever found out, that would be the end of her rule, the end of <i>her</i>.


The mind flayer's gone. Too late for regrets now.


Death is for <i>other </i>people.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


It's a hypothetical. At present, I have no particular need to kill a cat.


He died honouring the fallen. I grieve for him. He has my utmost respect.


A myth-weaver. This man has no respect for truth.


All those hungry mouths, hiding down in the castle's guts.


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


Minthara: a mask of ice hides a heart of pure fire - you do well to call her close.


The brain is about to break free. We have no time to lose. We either shackle it by the force of our will, and usher in a new age, or the city breaks.<br>


Don't you dare lead them to the grove. End her - <i>now</i>.


This next spell should be interesting.


W-well, that's that... We'll be on our way. Do as you like with the pipsqueak...


Looks like it. I didn't hear a sound, though.


*It's a name you know. Nine-Fingers is the head of the Guild, a criminal organisation operating inside Baldur's Gate.*


*Property of Vonayn. Do not disturb.*


Nothing. Not sure what I was expecting.<br>


PainTeeth<br>var 1


Effort v2


Nothing else holds you on my watch.


No. You are mistaken. It is my job to protect you - sometimes even from yourself.


Look, he was an evil leech, but he was <i>ours</i>. I thought he'd changed. I was wrong. I always am these days.


A druid? Can't be sure - got one of 'em chained up below, though. Just follow the hollerin'.


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


'Missing: Rascal - brown puppy. Jagoda - black and white cat. Zola...' That's a <i>lot</i> of missing pets.


NO!


*In Ketheric's place, you feel an absence. No psionic power. No tadpole at all.*


Now that introductions are out of the way, perhaps we can look for a healer.


Gustas dulcis!


*You see an image: curved drow blades, crude goblin torches, gnoll teeth dripping blood.*


Well, that's interesting.


Father, they will die for you.


The Inquisitor awaits. At last, someone competent.


Macte virtute!<br>v2


Saved two of my friends - one from a harpy, and one from a mad druid with a snake.


Wakey wakey. Don't bother strugglin' - you ain't goin' nowhere.


I lost my best years rather than just... <i>choose.</i>


That's the spirit.


Though, first - Gale. What is it you plan to do next?


Animating spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


Tell me, what is your understanding of ceremorphosis?


Resisto venenum!


It is <i>not </i>stealing...<br>


Barbarian Roar<br>v3


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


I don't like Dribbles anymore...


Hurt Critical<br>var3


*Your mind swoons with possibilities, this blessed loon may murder the same soul as many times as he wishes.*


I am one such. This is not my home, but I can never leave.


What... what was that?


They're in my head - THEY'RE IN MY HEAD.


Don't get me wrong. I love poetry as much as the next wizard, but using it to command an automaton... seems a bit self-indulgent to me.


Omnia mutantur!


*Even at a distance you feel it - satisfaction. The feeding has nourished you - you are ready to face the Netherbrain again.*


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


A knife in the dark.


Treme!


Destroying Cazador Szarr was a blessing on this whole land. You did well.


What are you thinking about for lunch?


Thaniel still needs our help - part of his essence must still be out there, somewhere.


So many infernal items... Looks like a genuine diabolist's collection.


Perure!


Let's try this.


No houses... all equal in Her love...


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


There's gold in there. Donations, I reckon.


Morere!


They have no reason to obey Gortash anymore. If they rebel, it'll put a dent in Gortash's steel might.


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


It's over. He will perform no more surgeries, inflict no more pain.


Buff


The Dark Lady, befouled by the Absolute's mark.


Some power for the taking.


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


You're the saviour of the festival - barely a drop of blood or wine spilled!


Closed Mouth Effort


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


*Magical energy courses through the slate, then to Lae'zel.*


Still stuck fast by some mechanism.


Quickly now.


Effort v8


<i>Tut tut</i>. Very bad.


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


Then get it back! I'm sorry, it's just... it's important.


All that glitters is most definitely not gold.


Ouch. Well-earned.


<i>Quulos!</i>


You'll need it if you're going to save Wulbren.


Warded no more. Let's see what this door has to hide.


Lord Bhaal shall have but one Chosen.


By my oath.<br>


Fresh water. There must be a settlement somewhere nearby.


I have no interests in whatever delusional beliefs the boy harboured.


Ira et dolor!


I believe this is Wyvern Whiskey, a Waterdeep specialty. Either that, or a fine imitation.


The Heretic Prince would shatter us in an instant. The Great Dominion, shrunk to the head of a pin.


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


Help is coming. Even if undeserved...


Maledicte es!<br>v2


As you wish, dear one.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


That's no surprise. It looks <i>powerful</i>.


He what?


Were they heading to the druids' grove?


They're my parents... I don't know if I can.


*Your gold works wonders. It's as though the thief never existed.*


Shhhh... I'm doing it again I'm doing it again.


With haste.


Yurgir - lend your strength!


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


Dry those sweaty palms and let us try this again, shall we?<br>


If you're wrong about this, I'll claw my way out of Avernus and eat you alive - contract be damned.


A giant nest... let's see what we can find.


What - what's happening? Why is he still dead?


We tried to save them and paid a heavy price. But perhaps the slayer of Ketheric could succeed where we failed?


Why foot-flesh?


There was magic within this mirror once... <i>consuming </i>magic. But it's shattered, now.


<i>A valid hypothesis. One I am glad we do not need to prove.</i>


You pull them off far more finely than I do.


The lava's erupting. Better watch my step.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


This one died badly.


In my name.


Is it warm in here? Or is it HOT.


Wow. That's... that's <i>big</i>, Gale. This is Mystra we're talking about. Goddess of magic - and she's asking you to sacrifice yourself.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Tell you what: you've already taken Rugan's cargo, so finish the job and I'll let you live. Deliver it to Baldur's Gate.


There's nothing for me to reconsider - you're the one with the questionable company.


We... do not hesitate.


We should check it out - but be careful.


A Guardian of Faith spell, and a remarkably long-lasting one at that.


Gortash is being named Archduke? Time to pay Wyrm's Rock a visit.


It's nothing. Trust me.


She wouldn't have revealed this place otherwise. Which makes you one of the rare breed she <i>does</i> trust.


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


<i>Gortash sent me on a mission to retrieve the Astral Prism. I was one of many, but the first to find it. </i>


Steady yourself - I have you.


I sense a great, terrible power, weighing against your heart. It feels... dangerous, yet in your grasp. Let the Unburdening help you master that power.


Then I'll have your back. When my allies are in danger, I'm not in the habit of turning away.


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


Looks empty.


You're monsters, all of you. Hunters, to me!


Interesting. What do you know of this druid?


Attack on Waukeen's Rest... dragged to Moonrise...


Spurious prune-tart.


Undeath here. Survive.


You're one of Her blessed, aren't you? To hear Her voice... I cannot imagine.


Hrmmph.


Haul yourself up chum, and let the old whiskey jug b-b-bite you. So what'll it be?


Kiss the damn foot. Worse things have been shoved in your face lately.


It will surprise you to learn that even the wisest of friends do not always recognise Boo for what he is.


Here. This locket is worth some coin.


You did? Well, finish the thought. Where is he? What happened to him?


*Lord Enver Gortash - handsome, noble, authoritative. He watches over the city, seeing everything.*


Swear that you will keep me close... until the Absolute is dead, at least.


Dodge


*You offer a generous sum, but gold cannot help you here. You're headed for the cells.*


All that matters is that it is delivered.


It's too late, then. You really are the Slayer.


You are going to kill again soon. You will keep chopping down the Moonmaiden's family tree.


Attack<br>var 2


To kill Ketheric, we must strip him of the power that keeps death from claiming him.


How could you not accept our Lord's most profane succour? How? <i>How?</i>


Resisto!


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


Corpora sana!<br>v2


*You sense a truth behind her words. She genuinely wants to help.*


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


Our winding paths lead to one certain end: victory.


Disciple Z'rell's in the great hall. She'll be wanting to see you.


Stand firm!


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


What in the hells, Astarion? You tried to bite me last night!


Let's go.


Druids, goblins... and then what? There'll be other things looking to kill us. There always is.


Whatever it takes.


But if I know her, she's <i>too busy for that</i>.


There's nothing more I can tell you. All I remember is that I have to get back to my contact in the city.


*The life you took will not go unavenged, it seems.*


Whatever monster she became, she was a person, once. Before this curse.


You <i>what</i>, now?


There you are.


X marks the spot. Destination: the base of Moonrise Towers.


I would expect my kin to choose less... dilapidated surroundings.


An honour, True Soul.


Sure that they would follow, and deliver it into my hands here. If you would cease these distractions -


Well, well.


Enough about me. I saw Lae'zel looking at you a little less murderously than usual. Go on, you know what to do...


---you--
-WEAK---
        --failure--


Enough gawking - get me down.


The right moment is when I told you to do it the first time.


So he was at the House of Healing? Wonder what he found.


You ought to reconsider. Divided, the elder brain will create an illithid army, yourself included in its ranks. Together, we can tame it.


What was in that tart? My stomach's doing somersaults...


Canto te!<br>v3


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


You are here for my pleasure.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v3


Cudo! v2


Halsin? Halsin!<br>


The Dark Lady, befouled by the Absolute's mark.


*You smell sour milk and rot on its breath.*


*Your mind is quiet, free from the parasite and Cazador both. You're not sure you've ever known peace like it.*


Locked from the inside.


They might've told us we were going to turn our coats from the start. Wouldn't have bothered trying to make any friends.


I won't let a friend down.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


...Well, maybe I would. But first come, first served.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Hmm. You might find some use for that thing if it's melted down for arrowheads, but that's all.


Make a godsdamn decision, for starters. The Council talks 'til their jaws near fall off, but nothing ever gets done.


The army of the Absolute is marching on Baldur's Gate.


It is a map. Zorru did not lie - a crèche lies within an ancient temple at the mountain pass.


An immortal. But it couldn't possibly be...


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


Help is at hand.


Intriguing. What manner of device could this be?


My body calls me to kneel and slip my hand into the mulch... I think it remembers... I may have killed this one in months past.


<i>Dead?</i>


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Agh!


Volo non fugia!


Where'd Happy get to?


GOLD...


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


I fought to right the wrongs of the Coast, to slay the men and monsters that hunt the helpless.


So mad with power, he'd smash through the Githyanki Empire and deliver the shards to his illithid masters -


No, Karlach. I will not lose you - not today.


Oh please, oh golly, me-oh-my, you must release me or I'll die!


Please, stay with me.


Honesty will serve you better than charity. I blundered into their trap, and it cost us.


Shadowheart walks a little freer of the shadows. She could shave her skull and paint it purple - it would <i>still</i> suit her.


Praise Kelemvor! I died a thousand times, yet somehow, I live!


With the state of these bodies, not even a priest could help them now.


I will not lose you.


I thought you were tougher than that. Well, no - I didn't.


If the devil truly holds an artefact that can free Prince Orpheus, we cannot ignore it. Any ally who can aid us against the brain is worth having.


Gustas dulcis!


What? NO.


You have made some fine friends along your way. Each one a sword for the fight, a heart for your cause, and a boot for evil's underbelly!


I'll keep you alive until I've sucked the marrow from your bones.


Lantern... our Lady's <i>light</i>...


Shadowheart. To turn from Shar cannot have been easy... but having your family by your side shows you did what was right.


A Magic Mouth spell. A warning from the past - and a failed one, to be sure.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


The stone's less worn here. Recently uncovered.


Archduke Gortash, man of the people. The <i>right</i> people.


But working together, and with those stones and that crown...


It's a kind of love after all.


<i>The elder brain is regaining its autonomy.</i>


Do you know how hard it was to get those cabbages into - wait. The stoic stance, calming presence...


*Armbrust House.*


The goblins are holed up in some temple ruins out west. You'll smell 'em or hear their drums before you see 'em.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


Now, you must hunt with me. In Her name.


All I can ask then is - wait for me. If you can't, if you <i>won't</i>, then know this:


What do they want now...


I feel... sick. What in the hells did that druid do to me?


The shield is still warm to the touch. A dragon is not to be trifled with.


The boat is free. <i>Hurry.</i>


Githyanki are hatched in crèches all throughout Realmspace. K'liir is one of many.


Though in truth, you won't have that long. Not even close.


My power walks with you.


*You sense an unfathomable depth behind the shifting crevices of its face. A pleasant heat passes through you.*


Attack Critical<br>var2


Sword and a hat. Wonder whose.


The Inquisition are here on Queen Vlaakith's orders. They're searching for a weapon that could finally destroy the <i>ghaik</i>.


Glacies!


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


Watchers - to arms. The War of the Absolute has begun.


Ah, isn't it wonderful that dragonborn don't have breasts?


Welcome to the League of the Lone Eye, my friend.


<i>Archduke </i>Gortash? He does have a high opinion of himself. Better head for Wyrm's Rock.


Let's go.


Obedi me!<br>v3


I only seem to know the sad ones, and, well...


The dog's tired after one little game of fetch? Weak. Pathetic. Barely a good boy at all.


Looks like you need a hand.<br>


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Ask, then - but <i>quietly</i>.


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


<i>A whole private language, just for us. Just me, now.</i>


These Selûnite words do nothing.


There's a library in this place somewhere. That's where I need to look.


Smokepowder in its <i>earthier</i> forms. For purists only.


Video veritatem!


Hand it over. Much more than your fate and mine rests on it.


Your choice is made. <i>Hta'zith!</i>


Ugh... stop it! Get out of my head!


That ox again.


Wha'?


Attack Critical<br>var3


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


Dialino!


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


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


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Closed Mouth Effort v4


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


Well, that's not good.


Then you're no better than the wretches that condemned them.


I've no use for the Absolute - or any god. I follow two masters only: gluttony and greed.


Think again. Clause Z, Section Thirteen - the 'Lemure' clause. Could've <i>sworn</i> we covered this.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Sob<br>var 1


One wrong move and I'd have been a statue, imprisoned for eternity...<br>


Ugh - play along, would you?


All the way from Thay. Jewels and gems, probably - one's still in there.<br>


Hang on. I'll set you free.


No time like the present.


Yes. But the orders are oddly erratic. As if the Absolute cannot make up its mind. I don't fully understand.


Mors tua, vita mea!


Why don't we try again, then? Who are you?


Snore
zzZzz


It vexes me to know of you.


You... woke me up!


Jaheira... I <i>am</i> sorry that I was so easily blinded. There was more than the tadpole to the cult's manipulations of Minsc.


But they can chew roots while we walk. I'm not heartless.


Blasphemy against the master! Blasphemy!


These boots pulse with magic. Gale?


Huge shadow... rising... covering... all...


Either watch, or leave.


This could do some damage. Waste not...


You're in charge here now? I hope you at least get some of the filth dumped over the side.


Quick, get me out!


The forge is ready. Now but to forge.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


These pricks deserve it more than anyone you've ever met.


Well. Welcome home, Karlach.


The path to Ansur lies somewhere within the prison at Wyrm's Rock. But what of this mention of torches and sparks?


Overwhelming. Worship of Lady Shar is usually discreet by nature. Her holy sites have to be modest, well-hidden. But that place... I never knew such grandeur had been built in her honour.


Hang on - no. We agreed. It's me. It has to be <i>me.</i>


Lae'zel has courage, turning her back on a lifetime's belief. As for us - best we stay out of interplanar politics, I think. Orpheus is on his own.


Oh bravo! Hngh, see you in a jiffy!


What else is on your mind?


The apostate. Even more wretched-looking than the rumours claimed.


They'll suffer - whoever hurt Auntie will suffer.


Better get you out of there.


Besides, I cannot think who else would be walking these shadows.


Can't trust anyone - could've been a Harper that turned traitor just as easily.<br>


I need a moment for the two of us.


Volo non fugia!


Maybe I should stay crouched forever.


Huh?


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


Belongs to a Merregon, if I recall correctly. Hell's footsoldiers - I don't fancy meeting the commander.


I no longer care what you want. You had me - and now you have lost me.


Excuse me? Were you not listening? I am on a mission and I will not be stopped by the likes of you or your wretched gith!


No time for mercy.


*With a deep, heartbroken whine, the dog bows his head.*


I did warn you not to come here.


Let's hope it doesn't come back to bite me later.


He's guiding his students. They look sharper now - hungry for blood.


Thou latrine-loving leper!


<i>Leave it. </i>Remember why we're here.


I was sure I saw you with one of our more magical, and more valuable, items earlier. Any idea where it is now?


Good gods, the dream I just had.


Impero te!


We've got to push through. Unless a passing griffon offers a ride, it's the only way to Moonrise Towers.


Weak


Still breathing, despite everything.


This is no time for such spectacle.


*The automaton stands lifeless before you, gears silent, head low and heavy.*


Nulla salus!<br>v2


We've all suffered in these dark times. It is little wonder you bear scars of pain and anguish.


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


I will cure you of your pestilence - you have my word.


'Aggression'.


Incredible - you actually think you hold the winning hand.


Please tell me you don't mean to jump down that... oesophagus. The thought alone makes my own jump the other way.


So Lia gets off scoff free for letting Cal die? I think not.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Here goes nothing.<br>


Might have been more survivors... I don't suppose you saw any of my crew alive out there?


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Be careful of the book. Master Illy is horny for the book, but book is not horny for him.


*You feel a touch of the hag's magic, but whatever this door once held is gone.*


Buff


Three more minutes and I'm out of here! All right, maybe five.


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


GaspFrightened<br>var 2


And now you think you can stand there and tell me how to feel? Because - what? Because you care?


A cracked wall. It could be broken through, with the right encouragement.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


Dying, are you? Typical.


Report to the captain. She will take you to the Inquisitor.


If everyone else minds their business, I'll be fine.


Wonder what's past this.


Listen to me - if you go any further, the brain will dominate us. We are not ready.


What's that noise?


Unnatural wickedness. Take no part in this, please.


If it's a vault pass you need, speak to Head Clerk Meadhoney, please. Saer.


The hag's presence - that vile, evil thorn in my mind... I cannot sense it.


This is a ritual killing. And the murderer wanted it found.


Looks like someone wanted to bury their secrets.


I have to hurry.


They would have freed me, and I would have stopped the elder brain before it evolved into a Netherbrain.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


The stakes were just fine when you had a hand of five winds.


Breathe deep, and move.


Oh. Um. Hi.


There are sixteen different ways I could really hurt you right now.


Effort v4


If you're here for the music, look elsewhere. It's like listening to a cat being flogged up here.


Less prattle, more battle!


Do <i>not</i> try me. Hand over the artefact, or die by my hand.


Halsin, no!


*You recognise his movements - Mol's hand signal.*


Chewy, bitter, putrid. Just like mum used to make.


Not much use anymore.


Still, I don't like being under anyone's thumb. The sooner we can turn the tables and start pulling their strings, the better.


If such a time comes, if you need help, we will stand with you.


Thay's emblem? Magical items, then. And a little souvenir.


Your tribute is well received. Breathe deep as she permits.


If you need a friend, you know where to find me. Right here. Right now.


Stand down! It is on our Queen's sacred order that I keep the Prism close.


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


You deserved better, boy.


They won't go near us, of course - Lucretious, Bringer of Night, protects us.


Olly was a decent lad. Pained me to cut on him like that.


She was my sister.


VO_SFX : Spit


I'm many things, but coy's not one of them.


That he is. But don't worry, we can handle him.


Zarys promised good coin for an <i>unopened </i>chest. If we want to collect, it needs to stay shut.


Best think ahead, or I'm lost.


Meat. Fodder. I asked for anything of <i>note.</i>


<i>And a stiff drink, while I'm at it.</i>


None of this makes sense.


Come on. We're wasting time.


They also make no mention of Glitterbeard's stranger guests, but... I'm sure that's a separate matter entirely.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


Good idea - you're smarter than some playmates I've had. They always tried to leave before I was done with them.


Even in defeat, though, Ketheric turned to Shar. Not long after we sealed him away in his tomb, the shadow curse took hold. No one had seen the likes of it before. No one knew how to react...


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


It is no longer confined to the edges. Now, it is an immensity that surrounds me. My tadpole hungers to join with it, and I envy the power that it gives you.


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


Nothing interesting buried here.


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 2


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


Aid their search for the weapon, and you will be worthy to stand beside them. In my presence.


Effort v11


Extra Recovered <br>V4


There will come a time, sooner than you think, when death comes knocking on your door. You'll swing that door open, and you'll cower before what you see, and you'll beg, 'Please, Karlach. Spare me.'


Yes.


I fear neither shadow nor death.


Never felt an earthquake in Baldur's Gate before. What the <i>hells.</i>


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


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


If Crimson bites them little fingies off, don't come crying to me.


Shadowheart...


Feculent beast!


An open tomb - empty. Not ominous in the slightest.


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


Macte virtute!<br>v2


<i>I feel it. We're close.</i>


Th-this one's all right, lads! Knows nothin' about no poisonin'!


If that Selûnite amulet is really god-touched, Gale would want to see it.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Take them to the crèche. And see about fetching reinforcements. But first, a question...


He's playing mind games. He can't raise a hand to the master, let alone kill him.


Resisto mortem!


Oddly enough, Sharran, I believe you.


The shape is odd, feels strangely familiar...


Let! Me! Down!


Thank you. For you. I will misuse you well.


O-of course. I'd never!


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


Hiding in plain sight.


<i>This is it - its will is weakening!</i>


*You know the scene. You've seen its like before. An altar to the Grand Design - as close to god worship as any illithid colony gets.*


I'll have your statue shipped to your camp. You shall love it - we guarantee it!


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


Our pal Astarion is a vamp. One that takes chunks out of his friends.


Should be out on the hunt, not watching scared livestock.


Back off.


Think you're clever? It takes a lot of craft to write trash this good.


What now?


Hush, little one. Dry your tears.


Can't believe what I'm seeing. This place is beautiful.


No staying down on my watch.


<i>Holy shit. A soul coin. Wonder if they work even up here...</i>


Maybe we should meet somewhere different next time. Folk'll get suspicious.


Ambitious - don't let Mystra hear you say that.


It's too late, then. You really are the Slayer.


I have already chosen a way - the way of Orpheus. Vlaakith will fall, and we will plant a seed. From that seed, githyanki freedom will blossom.


Be there in a blink.


Moonmaiden, heal our allies!


Tell me you're joking.


Ale me!<br>v2


We should feel them <i>now.</i>


Barbarian Roar<br>v5


Here - call this a small thank you. I look forward to finally being able to sleep with both eyes shut.


Curiously grotesque.


I thought I the teacher. But I have a feeling I will learn much from you.


Mate, we once docked at Moonshae while a fomorian chucked rocks at us - yet here I stand, not a bother on me!


There can be no doubt. This is the place. This is where we'll discover the secret of the Absolute.


I know you had to stop her, but Kagha was just trying to protect us.


We, child. We did this to them together. My power, and your will.


Effort v7


Risus abundat!<br>v3


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


Enjoyin' the view? Lookin' tasty in these new breeches, ain't I?


I don't know if we deserved your help, but I'm glad we got it.


Easily fixed.


It's a nice horn - but useless now.


No steel can save you.


Hmph.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Hello again, my vicious little warrior. Any luck finding Dribbles?


Weak


Shadowheart... it can't be.<br>


We should return to camp when we can - I must see how Thaniel is faring. With the Oak Father's blessing, the shadow curse may soon be no more.


The hells was that racket inside? Grisly knocking heads again, I bet.


Need any advantage I can get.


I will save you - but only because my hamster's heart is soft.


Step lightly. Even here, we are not safe from the brain.


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


Then we share a similar affliction. For I've grown fond of you too.


Why arrange the dead like so? To intimidate us?


The Steel Watch is disabled, Gortash. How do you intend to protect this city?


Bad news - so many things will be on fire when you step outside of this room. YOU INCLUDED. That's okay, though, right? It's Hell! You expected it to be hot.


Step carefully - there's a trap.


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


Threats, is it? Whatever you <i>think </i>you know about this place is irrelevant. The door stays shut until you have permission.


Y-you're a True Soul...


The Triad help us...


What I wouldn't give for a good rest about now.


Don't you worry. I've got everythin' I need to fix you. Might get a bit messy though.


Is anyone else's tadpole squirming around a lot more than usual?


Father is safe, Florrick. He is freed from the grip of the Absolute.


Something's off. Pure shadow - around me, inside me.


Victory<br>


Yes, yes.


Frange!


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


The tracks converge here. Two, maybe three drow. At least one of ours.


I cannot say if I'm more impressed by your bravery or your terrible luck to face such a foe.


Hm.


Attack Critical<br>var3


I'd love to know the full story.


I see the problem - you don't have a drink!


We've listened to you for long enough, brother. We have our commands.


I don't think I deserve you at times. I told you of my ambitions - the likes of which many would baulk at - and yet you remain at my side.


All of nature's creatures need to consume something to sustain themselves... but Gale needs to absorb powerful magic...?


Over I go.


Onwards to redemption then. And whatever lies beyond...


Not least of whom is our friend, the new Grand Duke.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


That's... thank you. I hope your god listens.


It worked - the jar is destroyed.


Belonged to Lenore's dog, I bet. It must be magical, right?


By His holy tears... That's - that's terrifying.


Hurt


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


Oi, listen - <i>oh</i>. It's you. From the... uh, article. Ahem. I don't want any trouble, pal. Please.


How shocking: another barbarian with all brawn and no brains.


The answers must be in the illithid colony. We must find it, and uncover its secrets.


That's Gortash, isn't it?


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


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


Like crank you do. Lads - attack!


Too bad for us both your bunk will be quite busy. Take all the pleasures you can, before dawn brings their end.


The one and only. He was a Sharran, then. We caught him building an army of Dark Justiciars. With the local druids, we made a powerful alliance and put him down.


An adamantine forge? Think of the masterworks that could be made there.


Maybe you don't need me to. After all, you're special, ain't you? Like me.


At last! Time to take your place, boy.


Irretio in sphaera!


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


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


Perhaps we should exercise a <i>touch</i> more caution in future.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


All magic... can be... dispelled...


First you butcher my staff, then you dare to enter my salon without an appointment.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


In trouble? Small wonder.


A stitch in time saves... well. You know.


Another githyanki disc. Another tale of the githyanki's lost prince?


Mine too.


The Emperor failed us. Its plan has all but led us to ruin.


Forge again. The wizard's notes mentioned a guardian, right?


And that's not the half of it.


Careful not to inhale too much smoke, your lungs won't appreciate it.


She - attacked you? I wouldn't have thought she had it in her. I thought for certain...


What, are we skipping pebbles? Now is not the moment, and <i>these</i> are not the stones.


Proceed with your business, citizen.


For the Stone Lord!


Cazador promised you freedom? And you believed him?


May I inquire if perchance you retain among your travelling companions a man who adheres to the given name of Gale?


Your world has strange customs...


You really think I'm intimidated by the likes of you?


Another mystery.


Don't want to draw any attention.


We serve Lord Gortash, and the city of Baldur's Gate.


That's all you have to say? After everything I've done for you.


Corpora sana!<br>v2


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


A curse upon the canvas, summoning undead hordes. How fun.


There was magic within this mirror once... <i>consuming </i>magic. But it's shattered, now.


Victory v3


I've never clapped eyes on you in my life. Did one of the others put you up to this? Tell you my name and see if you could get a rise out of me?


I've no care for these slaves. But explosives that powerful? Those could prove useful.


Kagha, a Shadow Druid. How did I not see it coming?


Netherese. Gale will want to see this.


Oh? And bring him where, exactly?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


You had the most precious thing - someone who would do everything for you - and you damn well took everything. 'Degenerate' doesn't half cut it.


*Your violent behaviour is proving unpopular. Tread carefully, or things may get out of hand.*


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


That ox again.


That was not yours to see.


*With all the important players in place, you'll present a united front to the people.*


A crypt. This must be where Shirra Clarwen is buried.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Present your weapon, soldier. Plunge it into the Nightsong. I cannot stop you. But know this:


Stop this - at once!


<i>Together we can turn the tide.</i>


<i>My church must be cleansed. You shall be my instrument in ridding it of the impure, then you shall take up the mantle as its new leader.</i>


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


<i>Friend! You found the helm!</i>


Don't get blood on my clothes.


A tailor's mannequins. I'm sure many a Sharran disguise was sewn here.


Hm, just thought of something.


Dying Burning<br>v2


*You can think of no way to void a devil's pact.*


No... you need to leave. Put as much distance as you can between yourself and that monster.


Jaheira has left your side - and so Boo and I must go to hers. I only lingered long enough to say goodbye.


Ooh! Magic light.


Laughter


I would have thought the gith to be too proud to squat in someone else's ruins.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


...Not this one. Nor this one. And this one, less worthy still...


Es praedae mei!


Yeah, let's ask Mol!


A True Soul? Praise be, sister. Are you here to join my hunt?


Best help before it gets worse.


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


Te absolvo!<br>v3


<i>In my name.</i>


Please, you mustn't distract me.


M'lady. An honour to serve you.


Our young cleric would have us believe she has found joy now that her parents are free.


Ad lapidem!


... all you'd best take is this warning, yeah? Step lightly around here - you're outnumbered.


*Your mind is full, bursting with ecstasy and terror. Finally, it is coming. You are becoming.*


We shall leave them behind. The Nightsinger shall lead us to our reward.


*You see an altar dedicated to Helm the Vigilant.*


Dissera!


Your tent? Oh - OH. I, ah, I'm quite all right, but thanks ever so much.


Non movere!


In the face of such horror, I don't see that I have much choice. Now, how may I help you today?


We will? My friend, has it escaped your notice that Viconia is not good...?


She deserves better than to fall into his clutches. I owe her, in a sense.


I heard something...


*The corpse stares at you lifelessly.*


Effort v12


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


Darling.


What if I get caught? No - we're not thinking like that.


Hehehe.


Brave of you to admit your shortcomings, Shadowheart.


Time to pay Gortash another visit. I'm sure he'll want to know all about this.


Whatever ancient purpose is imbued in these halls, it may not welcome our presence here. We should be wary of whatever lurks beneath the dust.


This does not belong to me.


I don't know how Mr Mnemonis does it, standing out there all day.


Stealth mode: activated.


*Gazing into the broken mirror serves no purpose. The reflection it offers is like a dizzying kaleidoscope.*


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


Playtime's over. Get me out.


To Baldur's Gate, I expect. I don't know what they plan to do with it, but something of that power turned loose in the city... it could be carnage.


*The corpse seems willing to speak - but not to its killer.*


That should work.


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


Oh, I know I could never tempt you, but maybe your little friend would like to perch on a more elegant shoulder?


How much the worm has feasted since I slipped it into its skull. All that plotting, the years of dominating this temple - forgotten.


I have great plans for you, <i>Dame Aylin</i>. And if you will not go quietly, then you'll go kicking and screaming.


Words will now appear on the letter's surface, effectively turning the letter into a Scroll of True Resurrection. Use it to bring me back to life.


Recovered <br>V2


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


Barbarian Roar<br>v6


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Now - you there. What can I do for you?


I'm fine, dad - what about you?


Goblin kids would 'ave put up a better fight.


We're in the same boat, then? That's... somewhat of a comfort.


Just don't expect a lavish spread awaiting us this time.


And Mol saw something glimmering in there?


Everyone I bleed with the sword will be my tribute to Prince Orpheus.


Shoddy journalism indeed.


Oh, I've seen it all!


I don't know what that is, peanut, but it's <i>not </i>a kitty.


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


Your words stumble. They hesitate. You <i>lie</i>.


Money, money?


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


It's safe enough here, but peaceful? Not even close.


This blood didn't get there on its own. Her neck didn't snap by any accident.


What's up for discussion?<br>


Attack<br>var 3


It's not that I want to. It's that I must.


<i>Keep pushing forward. There's no other choice.</i>


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


Shut up!


With ease.


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


You are ripe for rebirth in his unholy name.


Once the dust is settled on this whole <i>invading army</i> mess outside the walls, I'll find another contractor. Perhaps they will have more success.


That's worth a tip, I suppose - if you're looking for the <i>real </i>swindlers here, keep an eye on the children.


Only Bane's Chosen remains. Let us see he meets the same fate.


But first, first you must be cleansed, bathed in the Murder Lord's sight. You must face his tribunal. Seek Grandfather's blessing.


And you will serve your purpose. You were never more than a means to an end.


*You see no burner or wick. It was not fuel that lit this lamp, but magic.*


Umberlee heard our song - I know Holli's safe with her now.


And turn you loose on an unsuspecting world? No, I'm not that callous. We stay together for now.


Run through by an ox's horn. A beast of burden is a beast just the same.


And I want my painting back.


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Ms. Silvertongue is a wonder, isn't she?


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


Mors animae!<br>v3


You thought a mind flayer might know how to extricate one of its own from you, but Omeluum couldn't help you. Your tadpole lives.


Should have worn better boots.<br>


At once.


My next piece was meant to be an exposé on the local goblins and their 'Absolute'.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Stop. Stop! Please... just end this.


That's it? That's all you have to say to me?


He... he did? Then I must have been bad.


This sword has all kinds of power running through it. Gale, want a look?


Just like that.


Got it.


Glacies!


You are hardly worth it.


Indeed.


*You see nothing distinct about this dragonborn that makes him distinct from any other.*


Oh, you're a person of the cloth? I'm sorry, of <i>course</i> we can provide a discount.


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


Looks like all those moon plates can be turned.


What path lies before me?


I hope this comedian is as good as they say he is. If the Absolute is going to kill us all, I want to go out laughing.


No more. No more pain, no more work. All must die!


Can't see a thing.


How'd you even get that way?


We were warned about the curse. Can't say I fancy our chances without a Moonlantern.


I'll get you out of there.


You should be more careful.


One down, millions live.


The bark is in place. Now what?


<i>I better do what I came here to do and scarper before I get used to feeling like I might live.</i>


Bene curatur!<br>v3


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


My lady does not permit idle chatter.


Curious. Most coming from the crèche would come across this bridge behind me. You did not...


I'll let Gale deal with that particular problem.


I've never heard something so beautiful...


That jar gives me shivers - it's brimming with death magic.


But the Ironhands owe you a different kind of debt. Find us and we'll make good, that I promise.


Hey.


Fine, I'll help.


Effort v3


Slaughtered by his own minions. A deservedly-ignominious end.


That the refugees here are desperate, hungry, <i>scared</i> people. They're no mob - they just want to be safe.


Were you as strong as you claim, you wouldn't be here. Neither would your brother.


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


My lady...


My legions are beginning their assault on Zariel's Flying Fortress just about now - it will fall before the sun rises over Toril, and Avernus will be mine.


Not a fairy tale, but a history, told far and wide by Balduran himself.


<i>It's time, Astarion - we need the dead on our side!</i>


Got yourself in trouble?


Damp stone and darkness. Is this the Underdark?


A thousand days of darkness on the Ironhands for dragging him into this.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Looks like the druids have eased off some. Small mercies.


Something's blocking it from the other side.<br>


I can barely look at that devil, much less touch her. How could you be so reckless?


That was close - this entire place would've been destroyed.


I... erm...


A dead and foul place. Only a villain would nest down in these tunnels.


It's huge.


Lucky those bandits valued their own hides over their loot.


Now run!


I question the wisdom of that decision.


You're damned right I'll have it. Me and that one, we got a deal. We beat your arse and dig the dues out from your carcass.


Ehh, I'll flop ya anyhow.


Keep it together, or so help me...


I'll cut you for this. Cut you to pieces and mix all your meat. And then I will FEAST.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


No need, I am convinced! Show the guards this <i>temporary</i> vault pass. And should my superior ask, keep my name out of it.


Couldn't help but overhear you and Shadowheart earlier. She's a little prickly, but I like her.


Dissera!


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


Be glad it did, or you'd be a True Soul by now. <br>


It's those damn shadows. Be ready!


Oh, gods - fresh air!


Arabella's father. Poor man met a ghoulish end.


Effort v9


You may be in Halsin's good graces, but mine are another matter. This grove is a darker place for your presence.


Karlach. <i>Advocatus diaboli.</i> The stink of Avernus.


Acidum!


I'm not! I just don't wanna get in trouble, that's all!


Looks like they were trying to hide. Didn't work.


Ah. Ally mine. We are reunited once more.


Always at your side.


By eliminating Ketheric and Orin, you have simply unbound me.


Sorry to hear that. Keep checking back!


It looks like they were trying to hide down here. Dammit.


Blood, rust, <i>tsk'va</i>... Is there no odious substance <i>not </i>smeared on this delivery?


Ya didn't touch my prisoner, didya? 'E's mine. Mine!


And us? We rule?


You'll be free in a blink.


Not yet. We must climb higher still before ascending the stem.


So, this is the seat of the Absolute's power? Every bit as vile as the cultists who flock here, by the looks of it.


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 3


Voco vineae!


The Steel Watch will be in every city, on every street in the Forgotten Realms. It is inevitable.


As if it wasn't enough to have seen her again, she didn't exactly summon me there for small talk.


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


All mine.<br>


Ahh, but if you can see it, that means I can't have lost it, right?


There must be something -


This is going to end in blood.


I've got you.


Expect anything - he's been cursed to the Hells and back.


This will suffice as a camp - I could sleep standing up just now.


Argh! You're here. I know you don't know me very well, but please - give me a chance.


She expects those who seek to use the Weave to do so honestly, and with respect for its potential to destroy, as well as its potential to save.


Aqua pura!<br>v3


<i>Chk</i>. And I'm losing strength with every step through the dark.


Cazador Szarr... ancient vampire... bastard...


Maybe I should just join the Flaming Fist and take the signing bonus. What else can I do?


Desperation<br>var 5


Effort v11


I hear shouting up ahead.


Let's find our own little piece of nowhere. Somewhere we can lose ourselves and forget all this madness.


Still, refusing your own queen's orders... <i>That</i> was bold.


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


Mind flayers, still in their pods... This must be where they transform those they kidnap.


Look - there's something on the other side. No way through from here though.


All the more blood.


I'm surprised she still listens to you.


So it is you the kith'raki come for? This artefact is valuable - the knights will be relentless in their pursuit.


I hope not. I'd miss our little conversations... wouldn't you miss them as well?


Come back any time; you won't find fresher.


No effect. For the best, I think.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


I am sorry, a hundred times over, and a hundred more yet.


Not if I tear yours out first.


The Absolute is upon you!


We killed some goblins to save some tieflings. The tally of lives didn't change much.


I think we can go through here - with a bit of force.<br>


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


The pet could summon its own food? What a clever little trick.


They don't have much time. Go!


That Flaming Fist survived the Shadowfell - I need to talk to him. There must be a way to rouse him from his stupor.


The elf departs, as elves always should. It seems the dragon remained to protect the city.


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


Brace yourself, the walls are falling down!


Feeling cheeky, are we? Most unbecoming.


That's just blood. This one's clearly pink.


I'll help you.


Not much use for this slag. Nice speckles, though.


- and dark as the newest moon. But there's something missing, isn't there?


It is time we spoke about your heritage. There is a debt I must repay.


Balthazar is still missing. Your success with Isobel will count for little if you don't find him.


Tell me - how's the wine?


A crude execution, at best.


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


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 1


Minsc is working for the cult? Damn. He must've been tadpoled - or worse. The real Minsc would never join up with the godsdamned Absolute.


Not closed to Duke Ulder Ravengard's own son, surely?


He is lucky to have you watching over him, thank you.


A by-product of their profession. Few can spend a lifetime inhaling fungal spores without turning out a bit muddled between the ears.


*A soft melody resounds through your head - Eilistraee's divine gratitude.*


Shut up!


I hope so. But it is a faint hope. Just like me.


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


Effort v8


A book on Netherese magic. Gale will need this.


No keyhole. Must be another way in.<br>


What's that there?


At least things have stayed interesting.<br>


Eiecto te!<br>v3


What? N-no! It wasn't her!


Don't you speak the common tongue? I said PISS OFF. Moron.


Look, kid. I can see you mean well. But I'm not letting a civilian get involved.


Can't wait to sell this rubbish.


She's upstairs, but be warned, she's not as you remember her.


You don't have to love me. You don't even have to like me. But you do have to treat me with respect.


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


Once you take the contract, the fire will come. And Raphael. You must run run run.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


A close alliance.


As Mol would say - suit yourself.


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


Origin Extra: Dying


You're sick.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 1


Wait! Don't interrupt them.


Ignore him, Umi. Go on, now - practise what you've learned.


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


Hurry, I've got one of those brain things cornered.


God or fieldmouse, no one's more important than the patient in front of you.


It does get quite cold out here... I - erm - I'll have another look for her first.


You listening?


You know him? Then you understand...


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Only a thousand?


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


Not too sharp, are you? Look for a duergar with a sour mug and bare feet.


Anything else?


She's just a demanding lady. But so am I.


Rest in peace, Losiir. Thanks for your help.


Something's always catching us.


If you are here with regards to her recent marriage, you may leave any gifts or warm wishes with me, and I will ensure she receives them.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Soldier.


Never say no to a bard. They'll write all sorts of mean shit about you.


Excellent - now all I need is that lantern.


Now speak or go, before my cravings conquer me.


Dolor!


If you're not at the Absolute's beck and call, why are you <i>here?</i>


I'm a bit busy at the moment. We'll talk later.


Ore and mould - but they still need the lava to bind them.<br>


Hello, beautiful.


You can count on me.


Thulla... why didn't you keep <i>running?</i>


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


Expello te!<br>v3


An impotent Urge for a wasted Chosen. When you succumb, I will create another.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


ENOUGH! If you cannot take it, then take <i>him</i>. Balthazar will find a way.


Just an old prayer.


Idiot. Think with your brain, not your groin for once.


You're leaking.


<i>Chk</i>. Enough viscera to rival a githyanki sparring circle.


Got to move.


The swamp. Delightful.


Been gone for a tenday. Smiled as wide as the Wide, but twice as sunny.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 3


Reject the moon, if it be your will. It will not stop her from lending you her light. Good day.


Lady Shar's children toil similarly... but we know there is no need to seek the favour of others. Our lady's love is all we need.


HAH! AKABI APPLAUDS COURAGE EVEN WHEN IT BORDERS ON STUPIDITY. PERHAPS <i>YOU</i> SHALL BE VICTORIOUS.


GruntDisgust<br>var 3


So much blood. The illithids take what's useful and discard the rest.


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


Let's go. Before I change my mind.


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


I hope you are ready to face Vlaakith's wrath. The entire crèche stands ready to kill you in her name.


Swamplands. Why couldn't it have been an inn, or a winery?<br>


An unnatural death. There's no coming back from that.


Caeco te!<br>v2


*Death or Glory, Wyll? This way lies only death...*


I wish I could help on the walls, but... I wasn't a <i>soldier</i>, really. Just a trumped-up guard.


For you, oh horned cheek.


Excellent armour. Drowcraft, of course.


Umm, can I help you? This is a <i>private </i>picnic.


As you were...


Maybe if I wiggle it... no. No, that's not going anywhere.


Still as stone? I have had the practice.


I've found my mark.


Cazador is keen to greet his wayward son once more - with open arms, or iron shackles.


Wyll? Wyll!


What use a mirror, if my hamster cannot see his handsome face? Here, Boo - use my shiny scalp.


A tidy slot, but no rune.


I didn't realise you were frightened of wolves, Shadowheart.<br>


Stood... against... Bhaal...


Very well.


True Soul? Absolute? What did they mean?


Lady Keene - we need your people. NOW.


Looks like it siphons power from whoever lies in that cradle. Just needs a volunteer.


That's curious.


My omnipotent, omniscient ex-lover...


Hmm... something shiny in this stuff. Bits of adamantine, most like - hardest stuff in the world.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 2


Recovered <br>V2


We must not linger among such cattle. Even their warriors' blood shames our blades.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


Find Wulbren, and you can have anything it is within my power to give.


Effort v11


Tuebor!


The drink - it's turned necrotic!


Congratulations. That was hard-fought and well-deserved. You're free.


Hardly, it's going to be the greatest moment of my life.


If Bone Man says I'll be all right, I'll be all right.


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


Gith hunters. That must be why that device sounded out.


Ravengard - you would give up the Fist's command?


*When debts are paid, and afflictions cured, rejoice in the new life granted to you by my benevolence.*


If only I was mounted on that dragon.


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


Kind of you to offer a free sample then. Now that he's tried out inferior goods, he'll know just how good he has it already.


Praise the Absolute! And praise you, True Soul!


--break--


<i>It makes no sense. None of it means anything.</i>


Come on. Let's go.


The curse will consume me entirely if I linger much longer.


Things the cult would like to know too, it seems.


The others are leaving - why don't you do the same?


Have you found Halsin?


A fallen githyanki, still clad in armour - one of the first raiders to descend on the temple.


<i>Harpers - now is the time!</i>


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Dying


<i>Shka'keth! </i>I will tolerate you no longer.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


Hmm. Looks like I'll need to find another way in.


Sorry, master duergar. Didn't mean to get in your way.


Allow me to help.


Dodge
v2


Seemed to work.<br>


Effort v9


Cresceat scientia!


Ketheric Thorm is behind that door. I'm ready if you are.


Expello te!<br>v2


Teeth sharp, claws out!


<i>You can't leave us like this. You're the first person who's heard the real me in months.</i>


I'm far beyond ogre ears.


Bwahaha! Ha! Ha.


We must leave no opportunity for him to recover. We must strike now, or this will all have been for nothing.


Fine. If you won't stop trying to help him, I'll have to stop you both.


And laughed... as I... died...


Aargh! S-stop! Please... s-stop this!


The parasite is somehow infused with Netherese magic - more powerful, more sinister than it has any right to be. We must find out how.


It's so stupid we can't read it. It's just a story, it's not even true.


Victory v2


I'll always have you, Karlach.


But don't you fret. I shall always find time for my most treasured acquaintance.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


Rip the meat! Rip the throat! Roll in the blood!


As thine ambitions increase, so too do thy followers. Each new dawn sees their number grow, along with thy renown.


For all the good it did them.


Light steps.


This gith slate looks like the other. Another story about the githyanki prince?


I used to spend a lot of time in alleys like this. Of course, I lurk less these days.


I really hoped we could avoid being pawns for a dark god, but here we are, I suppose.


You know I seek the Nightsong. Do you have it or not?


Even the new lad - his first contract, and we land him in a godsdamned goblin nest.


This 'treasure' is a pile of junk.


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


No fussing, you're fine.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


Shout


Don't just stand there - get those candles lit!


It's decided. Let's go.


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


Praise be. A True Soul. Are you here to join the hunt, sister?


Do you think any of the other Flaming Fist are compromised?


You continue to surprise me.


Oof. Not even an ogre could move this.


...I think you could benefit from our help. In fact, I think you desperately need our help.


Didn't he call himself a master? Would've thought he'd be more creative.


Another step forward.


Barrelstalks, full of poison - and under myconid control, no doubt.


Those pieces look significant. We should try to acquire them.


Harper insignia; druidic markings - they must have fell as allies.


Thou hast no more need of me, for thou art - at long last - home.


That wrecked Steel Watcher - ugh! It smells like something <i>died </i>in it!


They must have been hiding - didn't save them.


Don't worry about a thing - you are right where you need to be.


You don't know my boy - he's <i>twice</i> the hunter I am, and the best son a man could ask for.


Damn - the brew's acquired a spark!


I'm watching you, buddy.


My skin is crawling. That chest is steeped in magic.


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


Worship me, the prophet of the end!


If you're here to shop, just buy what's needed, all right? <i>Some </i>people are panic-buying. Let's not add to the problem.


You sent from Moonrise, drow? 'Cos otherwise, I'll have to cut ya.


Et alibi!<br>v2


I go where there's shit to stir. And there's no shortage of options.


On the count of three, to 'start stabbin', and not to stop 'til she said so.


We might have escaped, but we still have these little monsters in our heads.


Never... He was... Kinder than most...


Hey, I was here first. 700.


Dying Freezing to Death


You know where to find me. Take care.


Corpora sana!<br>v3


What just happened? Where <i>am</i> I?


<i>It seems you do not value your life, nor the lives of anyone else. Proceed then, and doom us all. </i>


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


Careful, girl. They have a habit of taking against tyrants there.


Now, I've an antidote - um... where is the bloody thing?


But I should've seen it!


A little help, please?


Still, you're looking a little <i>pasty</i>, love. I've just the thing to perk you up.


Perhaps not a cure, but you've found the source of your infection. And the reason for its abnormality.


If it isn't little Wyll. Straight to your handler, and I didn't even have to whistle.


Disappointing.


We must extract it from you as soon as possible.


I have just the thing.


Of course, Kith'rak.


Recovered


Let's get this over with.


This vessel's service lies with those of great import. Thou art not.


Can't believe Lord Gortash's shuffled off for good. S'all the gazette's printing these days.


I failed to control it. Instead it infested me.


I can help.


That doll! There must be some way to dispel its curse.


No sir. At least the monsters there <i>looked </i>like monsters.


There, can you see it?


Scratch really gave that ball life.


This book... I can almost taste it's magic. Yes. Just the thing.


Half-wit!


Tremors. And nothing natural about them, I'd wager.


Your scars... I see them all. They tell a painful story.


*A familiar feeling - like a kind word and a kind touch at the same time. It's warm and comfortable.*


How have you survived this long?


Wait...


Te adstringo linguam!


Might not be the time.


We'll chat in the morning. Sleep well.


How delightfully vicious. I'm beginning to like the hamster.


Well! Fireworks for the kids, and then a local hero walks up! Quite a day.


My fondest congratulations for your work in the Temple!


Oh, damned if I'm not a sucker for big eyes and a heartfelt plea. Very well.


Come on then. We've already come this far.


Thank you again for your help out there.


Let me come with you. We can get off this ship, and watch each other's backs along the way.


Gettin' peckish.


For you, oh horned cheek.


Don't lie to me! I - agh.


Having a wizard like me around is quite the boon when facing the perils that stalk these lands. It will be far harder for me to assist you if I can barely stand upright.


Better hurry!


Well - I'll cross this place off our list off possible holiday destinations.


We're going back in - we're really going back in. I'm not ready...


Splendid.


What was that?!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


I'll need to be careful... The Mother Superior holds a tight grip on this place. But perhaps I can help you in the meanwhile.


Though if I was you, I'd be very tempted to just forget it all and disappear. You have some form at doing so, after all.


GruntAngry<br>var 1


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


Nothing?


The brutality of the killings is on a par with Sarevok's own. But there's something more here, something new...


We've just got word - the goblins have cleared out. And I hear it's you we have to thank.


Gore, near the bed.


Hang on. You sure you want to pick a fight with these gnomes? They've got bigger problems than <i>us.</i>


Peace, sister. Let us observe the True Soul's methods - perhaps we can learn from them.


We've all got our part in Her design. Just for some, that's mucking out latrines in the war camp.


Is that so? The lyrics are by Volo, you know, whose name alone is sufficient enough a criterion to arbitrate its acclaim to truth.


The skill of a dragon-rider - breathtaking.


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


Go. My fate is sealed.


*Scratch's tail wags enthusiastically.*


As for myself, I could quite do with a tumbler full of Waterdeep Whiskey.


Would you have joined up with her if you'd known she'd be indulging in this sort of thing, Astarion?


Mock me all you want, Astarion. We could use a little comic relief.


Please. Just give me a moment!


Love, I'm utterly parched, maybe buy me a drink in the bar?


Someone's moving around in there.


Happy to assist a friend.


Danger is constant, even for the likes of you, my lady.


That's a big mama.


Presumptious. But not inaccurate. You have earned my companionship - that is no easy task.


Bene curatur!<br>v2


No time to rest.<br>


Well... could go either way. But we came this far - should at least try.


Don't mind if I do.


How can you stand there when this city's hope has crumbled? Gortash is dead... We are doomed.


Perform this service, and I will see you cured. You will be forgiven.


((*Rot is cleansed. breathe free*))


Falling


No.


Sure, take it.


Not that you'll be grateful.


Six months? Gods <i>damn</i> you.


Then what you standin' <i>here</i> for? The True Souls're inside the temple!


Another mystery.


You must ask of the Orphic Hammer. Without it, the Prince of the Comet - and the githyanki people - remain forever chained.


<i>Shame we lost so many agents. But the chest is all that matters - Zarys'd have our hides if we lost it.</i>


Here goes.


Meaningless.


IF IT IS HER MAJESTY'S WILL, THEN WE SHALL WALK!


How can it be? I failed him so utterly.


Bless us again, Majesty. Shine Your light, protect us.


Time to get going.


Guardian of groves.


Don't bother. It's broken.


In Bhaal's name.


Bone Man told me to follow the Weave, to let it guide me. I've learned a lot, thanks to him. And I'm still learning.


Ngh. It's... feeding on me.


What do I have to lose?<br>


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Dying Burning<br>v2


Hear me.


I won't leave you behind.<br>


Te curo!<br>v2


It smells bad out here. I want to go home.


Do not leave me, my love.


As it was created by Raphael himself, we have no documents of procurement, nor do we require any. But if you wish to examine the artefact itself, you are more than welcome.


Still in one piece. What did that thing <i>do</i> to me?


Wouldn't want that to scar.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


He promised to share godhood with the one he loved, but the distribution of such power is yet to be resolved. For ambition does not like to share.


I wonder if any of these rooms are available to rent?


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


She will protect us. She - she must.


What in the Nine Hells is <i>that</i>?


Recovered


Here it comes.


You have my attention - now do something with it.<br>


What comes next will prove dangerous. Meet me by the shore outside Last Light - we can do our work there without imperilling others.


Ketheric must die, and the Absolute with him. We will work out the details as they rear their ugly heads.


That, or we've just prolonged its misery.


Curious.


Speak to me.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v2


Tried that once. They took the gold and hit me anyway.


The right choice - she's quite something, isn't she?


*You were unconvincing. You're being taken back to your cell.*


No! YOU WON'T TAKE ME!


Dialino!


Perimeter's clear, ma'am.


Well said. This dream figure is no friend to us.


Hideous trinket. Lacking in function or taste.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Greetings, child of faith. Be welcome to the Stormshore Tabernacle.


A knife in the dark.


Me drinking beer won't save them.


She's, erm, perhaps a little rough around the edges... but I suppose I can be smooth enough for two...


What will you do now, I wonder? With all of Bhaal's adherents at your command... Oh, the <i>possibilities.</i>


Extensively. Mind flayers too - but I never dreamed of seeing gods and illithids working in consort.


And you will! All in good time.


Thank you!


They didn't. But I'll ask again tomorrow.


Impero tibi!<br>v2


She seeks a safe haven. What sort of earsgang would refuse it?


There's a cultist convoy that passes each day. It carries a lantern that burns the curse away.


Something's coming - and if it lives down here in the dark, it won't be anything good.


Won't budge. There must be some way to get it open...


Can't live my life without you.


Gela!


We can wait.


*In the darkness you feel something touch you - icy fingers running down the nape of your neck. You shudder as you feel hot breath on your cheek.*


Does this count as adventuring?


Resarcio!


Nonetheless, your finer qualities are remarkably plentiful.


Cudo! v2


More owlbear eggs... already hatched. No point in taking these.


That crèche would be a smoking ruin if it wasn't for us. Still, better move along - I don't want to test the limits of githyanki gratitude.


Needless to say - I've work ahead of me before I'll feel myself truly redeemed of the damage I caused. But I intend to try.


A letter from Orin. What does she want?


We set a pack of refugees on fire. A child could have done it.


And sacrifice all these people? Please - no power is worth their anguish, Astarion.


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


Tasty brains, if you're a mind flayer.


I tremble with anticipation.


You ain't serious. You can't be.


Urgh - where <i>is </i>she?


But at least my wares can still aid you. Come to me whenever you need supplies... and perhaps we can catch up as well.


*Nothing in particular comes to mind.*


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


The day will come when I lose control of the power within me anyway. There's nothing you or I can do to stop that.


What does it matter? Cultish thinking has occupied Minsc's mind for long enough - now it is time for doing.


We never should have come here. Helping these people was a <i>mistake.</i>


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


I rented us a room for the whole night. Just the two of us - alone, finally.


Vincere est vivere!


I'm sure you'll understand if I remain... unbowed.


I wish I knew a good githyanki cheer to celebrate the occasion, but the only gith phrases I've picked up are the sweary sort.


I admire the vigour with which you uphold your principles, but I would remind you that the evils of the Absolute are far greater than any moral compromise we might make by using our tadpoles' full potential.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


*Your queen has bridged the planes to meet with you. An act of great power, but what drives it - authority or fear?*


*Your vision clouds, leaving you in a dark, featureless shadowscape. Nothingness in every direction.*


Keep your distance, pal. I don't want it on record that I've met you.


I'm impressed. And just a little bit intimidated.


*Again? This creature doesn't realise you can see its true form.*


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


The only thing we're sharing with you is our pointy ends - get 'im!


A scrying eye. Wonder who's looking through it.


I chipped it on the evil thing. It was horrible.


Better get you out of there.


I haven't, well, come up with anything yet. But I'm sure it'll come to me... eventually.


I know. It was her - <i>Shar</i>. Using the wound to hurt me, out of pure spite.


I'm so happy for me too! Now I just need to find someone to cuddle up to tonight, and I'll be the happiest woman on the Sword Coast.


VO_SFX : Downed


Perhaps. You did come home... Yes, you can be trusted. It is a family key, after all.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


StrugglingOpen<br>var 3


Frange!


I run a <i>bar</i>. What use would I have with some little one running around, crying and shitting?


How dumb do you think I am? You're hiding her. Can't blame you for wanting the reward for yourself.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 2


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


Oh, no. She has forgotten you entirely.


Stupefacio!


I can't fathom why you're speaking in the past tense, sir. If you've lost the damn thing, I expect you to get busy finding it. It could be the key to your salvation.


I'm sorry, I just... the goblins, the killing - it scares me.


You're all hot air - think you can get us to leave that bounty to you? Not a chance!


She plans to ambush Minsc at the Counting House? But what the <i>hells </i>would he want there?


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Attack Critical<br>var2


Undead crushed underfoot. The Dawnlord certainly knows how to make space for new life.


Gods, what's happening?


They are vulnerable because they have not had enough competition in recent times.


I feel a presence here - a power. The patron god of this place?


Is that... Tara? Why, I think it is!


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


We need to move - what if there's more of those things?


Voco vineae!


Rustled Irenya's feathers, eh? Well, no harm done. Her moneymaker catches more Fist than a frog catches flies.


Looks like a Magic Mouth spell. That voice probably belongs to someone long gone.


And you are: a marvel. You've brought Ketheric to his knees and made Orin grovel.


Attack Critical<br>


<i>I wouldn't mind paying Amn a visit. Never been that far south, myself.</i>


<i>Insolent lackey! You will be my very first meal.</i>


I feel bad for ya. I do, really.<br>


Ledger. RETURN. Caw!


<i>That was the silence I felt, wasn't it? When I lost you?</i>


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


What else is a berserker for, if not to charge into danger ahead of his <i>Wychlaran</i>?


You won't survive the journey without protection - and we know where you can find it.


Thank you. She can't have gone far.


You seen any Gazetteers around? Need to see if the new edition's out yet.


What was that thing inside her?


What's wrong with you now?


But if she hasn't... well, we'll mourn her later. She gave us a job to do.


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


Interesting. I wonder if those blueprints survived.


Then we've a problem. I can't have you running off to tell your friends about me.


I'll see your 'reckless abandon' and raise you 'unrestrained hedonism'.


PainOpen<br>var 2


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


I bet this idol's powerful enough for Gale to get something out of it.


Mol'll be cross with me if I'm crying when she finds us. I bet you never cry.


When we get to Baldur's Gate. Where are we enlisting?


That <i>thing</i> came from below. We need to find out where it took Ketheric.


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


Boys! <i>Crush him.</i>


I'd rather die.


Note this trunk of lies.


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


You didn't deserve that - I'm sorry. And thank you.


Miri... We fought. She left with the dowry. She must be nearby. Please, find her, try and help.


*Despite the horror your body feels, you slowly start to build up a picture of what your old master carved, recognising not words, but runes. Infernal runes.*


Hurt Critical


On my way.


A nautiloid? Could it be?


Bet that will fit in my pack.


But... the shadows. It's death out there without a guide.


Give it time. Soon you'll start to see yourself how I see you: A man of integrity. Honour. And other words you absolutely detest.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


Here goes nothing.


Sweet of you to ask, but I don't think you can afford me.


These rocks look ancient. Not sure I could break them if I tried.


Gur hunters, attack!


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


You owe me everything, you fetid little rat.


Lolth's noble houses are constantly at each other's throats, and eventually, some rivals of my hosts sought to unseat them.


Our forces are gathered, the Nightsong bound, and we are ready to march at last. But most importantly...


What? Get yer eyes off me. Ya should be lookin' for that killer, 'fore he slits your throat.


I do not often doubt myself, but surviving Orin took courage and strength I was not sure I had.


You hear me? <i>You're</i> all I could ever ask for. I love you. And I know that whatever else this city will throw at us, we can handle it.


I am not here for chit-chat. Make yourself useful.


*The boar prances around, haunches clenching and unclenching impatiently.*


Is that so? Then who would I be to deny you your 'fun'? <i>Htak'-a!</i>


Let's move.<br>


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


I need a shovel to dig this up.


Oh, stop. Even on a good day, half the camp acts like a bunch of screaming brats.


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


<i>I </i>still need you, love. I always will.


I am ready.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Aresce!


As I was taught.


The choice is yours. There's really no good decision to be made here.


Straj! I will avenge you.<br>


These Selûnite words do nothing.


Voss! I call on your might!


Gored to death, by the look of it.


That was too close.


These glyphs - 'The Necromancy of Thay' contained ones just like these.


Food! Eat! More!


I can't leave, I can only suffer. But I'm supposed to do that in silence. Everyone here hates me for what I am.


During work hours? Are you crazy?


You have invited your own misery. I will not break our alliance for it - but I will not condone it.


Resisto ignem!


To think I was scared of a bloody drow. Should've known better - we had you.


I think not. She's furious I refused her, of course, but she wouldn't deprive the realms of my abilities at such a critical juncture.


Look after you and yours. We've lost too many good souls as it is.


Them devils ain't local - they're refugees. Fella who runs this place offered 'em shelter.


Fiat lux!<br>v2


Balduran and his winged ally admiring the fruits of their labour - the city itself.


So indulge me. And I'll indulge you.


Mors tua, vita mea!


A gem. Might be valuable.


We're packing up and I'd advise you do the same. Seems our kind ain't welcome here.


Believe me, I don't relish the thought either. But we need to assess all our options. What matters most is defeating the brain and saving the city.


Last Light... safe haven... in shadows...


The toys from the barn - this is where he crafted those murderous little things.


It won't budge.


Damn it, I'm almost there!


Wait yer turn if you wanna get the mark.


Look at all this stuff...


I have. But perhaps there is more that I want...


No more food for fido.


That voice... Do you hear it too?


That song...


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


Oh, you simply <i>must </i>go into the Temple, you <i>must</i>! My pattering heart cannot take it any longer!


Pitiful thief - he never did unearth Ellie May's ring.


Crown yourself, Gale Dekarios, and you will learn what it is to carry such weight upon your shoulders.


Shh! He's close, I know it.


What have you done now?


Right. Now I need to add a greatsword, sickle, or a dagger.


*A broken Moonlantern catches your eye, its glow now snuffed out.*


We could have gotten up to all sorts of mischief the other night, you and I... had you not fled like a startled cat.


Don't mind if I do.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


You? You're smaller than a worg whelp. Guys - get this idiot!<br>


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


Vincit qui patitur!


Descend to her.


Morbidus!


It is not the eyes that I fear, it is the intelligence behind them. The Absolute is merely the outward form of something far more insidious.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


Lae'zel, you're <i>actually </i>glowing.


Enchanted? Nice.


My instructions are clear: bring her. Not you.


A new grave they dug, which he himself fed.


Hm.


Can't you just heal yourself?


A knife in the dark.


If I must.


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


And you think he'll listen to you? He doesn't listen to anyone.


Seco!


Or what? Show us what you can do, worm.


Good idea, I think.


Effort v7


Eiecto te!<br>v2


Come, Silver - here.


Listen to her.


VO_SFX : Downed


Ha! I win!<br>


The cultist has the lantern - take them out!


Besides, I don't think that'd achieve much in the long run. The problem's at the top - it always is.


Why would you come back? You got out - you were free.


Beyond that - be welcome, be merry. Is there something you require of a humble guildmaster?


Oh! They make them with <i>wings</i>?


Soft as a summer breeze...


Your camp is compromised. One among you is an impostor. A Faceless.


Please... have mercy...


Barbarian Roar<br>v4


That was easy.


Inveniam viam!


<i>Such a task would be tantamount to suicide. Do not even entertain it. </i>


Anything from - anything sourced here - very high rate of profit.


Orpheus. I am ready.


No sculpture or painting could ever do her justice, only the fabric that she herself is and embodies:


I can do this, but I need your help.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


AgreeClosed<br>var 3


Here's hoping those clanking Watchers go the same way as Gortash.


Let's see what we have here.


And we <i>will </i>make it. I know it.


Leave it alone, while you still have the chance.


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


I'll save you, I swear it!


*A crime's been committed, and this guard's decided to investigate. Investigate you, to be specific.*


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Well, well. Jars hidden in the bodies of the dead. That might come in handy.


Try me.


--shell-rider--
---NAUTILOID-
   -to me---


For a moment, I thought this bottle had a toxic scent, but it may just be what passes for fine wine in Baldur's Gate.


Our thoughts are as one, my friend. You must face the Chosen of Bane and Bhaal. I will do my part to see them laid low.


Wait. This looks familiar.


She has blessed the lantern's light. It is the Absolute who protects us from the shadows.


There's magic in this blade. Gale will be interested in it.


This 'Adamantine Forge' - the same the drow's corpse spoke of?


Think Carrion's corpse would make a good punching bag?


SmileClosed<br>var 3


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


Voco flagella!<br>v2


Flesh inside is quiet - flesh inside is dead. <i>Murderer.</i>


It helps to know when to close your eyes and <i>run. </i>I bumped into this inn before any nasty shadows got their tendrils on me.


She said Karlach might say that. And she said to let her have it her own way.


Wot? It's a load of old bollocks... all this moons and stars rubbish. Embarrassin' is wot it is.


I say we hole up here - let things cool down a bit.


His mind flayer ravings had better not come to pass.


Many pass through our lives, their touch rippling across time. But who does Minthara admire the most?


How <i>dare </i>you!


Not everyone made it out alive.


C'mon, meat. Time to feed the crawlies.


I've already said too much. Please, don't mention his name again.


Mors animae!


Brace yourself!


*As the incubus laps up every part of your soul, your mind is lost... once and for all.*


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


Don't let down your guard.


Here! Shiny. Bye!


Wyvern Whiskey all the way from Nimbral, via Waterdeep. This is not cheap.


Macte virtute!<br>v2


Simple enough.


If that's it, I need to see the body with my own two eyes. I need to know it's over.


Sticky sweet, but nothing special. Just like you.


There's blood near the bed.


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


Right you are! I'll just... find something to punch... I guess...


And rightly so. The last thing we need is someone of your potential becoming enthralled with Shar's magic, Gale.


Watch what you touch. If'n it smells like wee it's <i>claimed</i>, right?


Don't mind if I do.


Malleus!


Praise the Absolute. And spill some guts in Her honour!


I'll pay when that letter's on my counter, unopened. Not one moment before.


I'm amazed you're still in one piece; I thought she'd bite your head off when she was done with you.


Cal thought this would be everything I wanted. He always was an optimist.


Those are tracks. Footprints! Where do they lead?


I've found love. Surely even you wouldn't begrudge me some happiness.


Master said bring him home. Never forbade us from talking, though.


I really think we ought to step in here. Whatever his crime, this punishment is surely an overcorrection.


Where am I? What's going on?


Nor should we have signed any contracts with him, though that particular ship has already hoisted anchor and set sail with full crew and cargo...


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Wonder if the gods are watching me.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


I'll count how long it takes you to bleed out unless you pay!


This stuff's seen better days...


<i>What are you doing?!</i>


Attack


If we cannot have our children back, at least we will have justice.


Blood and bits of armour. Worrying.


The greater good.


Something tore right through these people. They didn't stand a chance.


Don't be foolish - you're far too handsome to hate.


Some can thrive here, yes. But it was never meant for everyone. There should be a choice. Nature should be afforded its chance to offer harmony to those who need it.


Timmask and torchstalks. Great.


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


Got a death wish, eh? C'mere and I'll grant it!


Someone must have loved you - a mother, a father, a lover. What would they say now, if they saw you?


Attack<br>var 4


It's okay, Scratch.


Look busy if y'can, True Soul. I hear the Disciple ain't long putting idle hands to work.


No point in debating what's already done. Let's go on ahead.


Come now - I can see there's something on your mind.


I heard Gortash was strangled with a piece of his own intestine!


The heart is fraught, so let us turn to the joyous. When is Gale happiest?


Thank you for your help out there. I'm Zevlor.


For now, rest. Sleep escapes me, so I might as well take the watch.


The goblins are your responsibility tonight. I have other matters to attend to.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


There's no one I'd trust more to protect this city.


BreathRecovery<br>var 2


For you.


You know what Mol would hate more than anything? Bad things happening to us.


*You were seen picking a lock. Prison guards are rarely happy to let such behaviour slide.*


It looks so small from here.


Are you well? Shall I shake you by the shoulders some?


Only a fool would doubt it.


Monsters both, then. Viper to viper.


Naturally. I wouldn't pry, no matter the temptation. It's just...


A big hero like you, with no gold? Best go pluck some from a goblin, then.


Go away...


<i>Swear it.</i>


I don't like it, Doober. It's too big, and too clanky, and it smells like rotten eggs.


What's going on? Something's amiss!


I thought I might take this opportunity to reinvent myself. Or uninvent myself, to be more accurate.


What you thought was best...? This was important to me - this was everything to me.


You'd give me a choice? Hm. You're not like them.


Credit where it's due: you are tenacious. And tougher than I expected.


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


Done.


Shit. That's how it is, eh?


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


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


Remind them that this is <i>our</i> city - and we don't take kindly to parasites.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


But what of this 'hot hammer'? The author was surely mad.


Should I ever take to the Astral Plane, I'll have no need of scrolls to secure my immortality.


You have no one but yourself - and Zariel - to blame.


The weasel out-weasled. Well done, my friend.


Softer than a whisper.


Now, now - he who keeps his manners keeps his teeth, too. Besides, you are only pretending to be as wine-soaked as your friend here.


Over there. Another friendly little critter.


Shove off. Just 'cause you offed Nere doesn't mean I'm sharing.


*Looking at the painting makes you dizzy. You feel a dull pressure behind your eyes.*


Just like that...?


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


A warning: do <i>not </i>disappoint Minthara.


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 3


You're telling me more than one person has been killed? In Baldur's Gate? You <i>must</i> have something better than that.


... an' the gnoll gnawed 'er arm clean off. So much for the Flamin' Fist, eh?


Yes, yer ladyship. We won't let you down.


Wonder if the gods are watching me.<br>


Nothing in these notes but nonsensical run-on sentences.


Let's get to know each other a little better. Perhaps I can make you a customer yet.


Yes... but... <i>urgh</i>... ruined it. Ruined... everything...


Then we should end it on our terms, not hiding in fear.


Danger! Danger! 'Evil Adventurers Put City in Danger'! What will the Flaming Fist do about it?


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


Barbarian Roar<br>v2


I suspect many a Sharran was present at this blighted Nightfall feast. An evening of merriment before the real prize - murder.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


Not a limb out of place. Either you haven't visited the boudoir yet, or you're more robust than you look.


Did you hear the boss is finally meeting with those mercenaries?


We deserved to rule.


The horns of a <i>real</i> war devil. Bet they were a pain to acquire.


I speak. They burn.


But you're no use to him if you die because Zariel will get your soul. My master would have you know he's working on a solution for you.


I meant to do that.


Could come in handy.


Won't shed tears over a goblin, but still - not a pretty scene.


*... you, and your parasite. You are tainted now. Imperfect.*


Don't matter how famed he is; he's gonna end up as supper.


Dying Freezing to Death


Et alibi!<br>v2


Hold it! If you're so sure trouble's afoot, show me before you go wandering off.


Effort v5


Selûnite necklace. Pretty.


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


Gods, I'm alive. Thought that mind flayer would kill me.


Forgive me True Soul, we are simply eager to reach Moonrise as soon as we can.


Effort v6


*The visions fade and the voice falters as a strange energy swells around you. The many-sided artefact - somehow, you understand it's repelling the presence.*


Voco araneae!


Looks like he's not all there - in more ways than one.


Looks like some kind of magical contraption. Now to get it to work...


We came here to find Ketheric and the Absolute, not Wyll's devil-mistress. We must press on.


<i>You are born anew. Cured of all distraction. Good. </i>


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


Traitor! The Blade now comes for <i>you</i>.


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


Thank you for looking out for her. Now bring her back alive - she's too old for any heroic-death nonsense.


You know who I am - you saw inside my head. <i>Shadowheart</i>. We were on the ship together.


Raphael hides nothing from me, can deny me nothing... aside from what he keeps in his safe.


Crates and caravans. Must be where tolls were collected.


Proof that all that glitters is not, in fact, gold.


Step carefully - there's a trap.


Flaming Fists, Harpers, refugees, perhaps... The shadow curse has indiscriminate taste in victims.


If that changes, don't be afraid to pipe up. I'll get you sorted.


Never mind.


SmileOpen<br>var 3


Browse responsibly!


I'm terribly sentimental. Case in point - I've just let a Harper walk through my Guildhall, noticeably unholed.


-i--impossible---
          -------PAIN---
--FEAR--      -TERROR--


I'm impressed, Shadowheart. You chose rightly and courageously.


It's the chair - it's connected to the ship. And the ship's connected to the mind flayers.


Damn thing could blot out the sun.


It would be nice to think so. But whatever these monsters twist us into... I believe it begins in us.


<i>But you are not the one I wish to speak with. Bring me your leader.</i>


Staying out of sight.


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


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


We see shadows, they get darker,
But our hiding place is brighter.


Esurio!


I'll strike you down.


What's this?


Stop that! You're supposed to be playing, not breaking things!


Yeah!


Like candy from a gnome.


Oh, <i>cabbages.</i>


<i>Wait - that hum of Netherese power. It's coming from that sahuagin!</i>


<i>We are more alike than you want to admit. Look past it. I know you don't want to, but you must. </i>


SmileClosed<br>var 4


Nothing interesting buried here.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Nice boat - I wonder what it's doing here?


Call me an old fart if you want, but there was a time the Zhentarim stuck to their contracts. No honour - none.


Well, that was invigorating.


Resisto frigus!


Our time has passed, Jenevelle. You must not let us burden you.


Any aid these old bones can lend.


And yet here you are, all in one piece. Most people who cross them aren't much more than a stain on the street afterwards.


Bloody thing - I've almost got it.


My gods, you're a coward.


Exactly my thought! Together, we can rule this city, and the cattle won't even realise it's happening.


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


<i>Perhaps you are right. I may not be the one to lead our people, but I can still bear witness to their glory.</i>


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


A fine painting. Should be worth its weight in gold.


Truthfully, I'm not surprised to see you found your way back here all by yourself. I always knew you were clever.


*Sigh.* But I'd be a fool to say 'no'. The girl kept my coffers near overflowing.


*You see a grand collection: shelves of jarred floating pickled organs neatly labelled. Taxidermied beasts and men, elegantly displayed from your killings.*<br>


<i>Scarab sap, scab - </i>terrible. Idiot. Fool.


A fine camp you have here. My apologies for showing up unannounced.


*The briefest hesitation, but enough. She's lying.*


I have just the thing.


And you give me the Crown that dominates the elder brain.