Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


Do a somersault!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Dead. Serves you right for abducting me.


I was looking for Cal and Lia, what else?


I am not sure it is a call that Boo can answer.


He must be consumed. <i>Vlaakith's will above all.</i>


None is possible. At least now he's paid for his betrayal.


Hearty? Shadsy? Or maybe just The Fringe?


Meenlocks! Their eyes are sensitive - light or fire is my friend.


This one's tryin' to poison us! Kill 'em!


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


I felt Shadowheart's presence in your mind, and with it, the artefact. She succeeded in retrieving it, but then it is you who appeared, not her. Where is the artefact?


A sigil of the Harpers. Odd for their kind to misplace this.


Let's be sure to make good use of our prize then.<br>


Hang in there, dearest.


Would've thought these beast were too stupid to get scared.<br>


*Perhaps you should leave, before someone notices.*


Powerful as he was, Karsus lacked some advantages I can lay claim to.


Effort v3


<i>Curse</i>... Them shadows... Got teeth too...


A spot of healing will help.


So long as Nightsong's in that cage, Ketheric will keep getting back up.


So you are not an idiot. But nor are you an intellectual.


Another story about a gith royal, maybe?


Ugh. I haven't been this sick since I landed here.


Indeed. This is all a little too shopworn for their tastes.


AgreeClosed<br>var 3


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


Do not use our tragedy to justify your sins!


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


<i>Stelmane's death was not my fault.</i>


Cough_Ill<br>Var 4


Karlach. I am glad you can enjoy the touch of another once again... and I hope you are afforded much more time than you have been told. A lifetime and more, if I have a say in it.


*The eye is unbothered by your prodding.*


*You are not the last of your name. Not yet.*


That's putting it mildly.


*This fight could have been avoided, but now you've made it inevitable.*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


*A simple command. Your tadpole provides the means, your bloodline the message: to end these petty mortals who plague your Father.*


I never thought I'd have to convince you to prioritise a trip to a bookshop. Go on, then. Out with you!


Diminuo te!<br>v2


AgressiveBreaths


Te curo!<br>v3


With the Steel Watchers gone, who will protect us from the bugbears and goblins? <br>


Snore
zzZzz


((*...bang! grey dwarves... hurt hurt hurt...*))


Remember, things can always get worse for you.


At least it has a plan. I don't see you suggesting anything.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v3


Aha! I spy a wizard foul.


Somewhere in this cursed land is safe? Lead the way - please!


I'm not getting back in there.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Better that than the alternative.


Fine. But this isn't over - we'll see you again.


You gone soft in the head? I warned you against interfering in the Absolute's plans.


Figures. You want blood? Those pisspots will spill plenty.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


I am the will of Silvanus!


Within reach.


The question is - where is the rest of him?


You had the means to free Orpheus, but you chose not to.


Do you know how many of us have passed on to the great nest in the sky in service to your kind?


Our own chance to purification is buried in that rubble!


I can't waste any more time.


Maybe not the best time.<br>


Darling duke discovered dead! City in disarray!


Damned outsiders, swarming the place.


Red dragons, to carry us to Tu'narath. The queen's covenant is fulfilled!


Hurry. We must explore the crèche - there is more I would know.


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


We believe the cultists have taken your father to Moonrise Towers. I don't suppose you've found a way in?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


This is no ordinary wine - it's poisoned. Some sort of paralysing decoction.


His home is now a strange one, for contrary to any plans he laid, he doth find himself in Avernus, battling beside his love, Karlach.


All right. I'll hide, and you seek.


Tunnels beneath the Open Hand Temple. Why is 'Father Lorgan' scribbled on top?


Scratches that size... something powerful made these.


The rats, the rats, the rats!


Endure. We are close.


Could be interesting.


*The colours are faded, but the words are not - 'An ale between friends is worth ten cups of tea!'*


Looks like you need a little help.


Hm.


Freakish thing. I bet everyone stares when you walk by.


That thing is <i>tiny</i>, and I am not.


Twit, twat, twerp.


I can't say I've ever been bought before - how much did I fetch?


We must press our advantage while we can. Slaughter every cultist, and clear a path to the rooftop.


Looks like an ambush. A clumsy one.


Myconids. Just as I thought.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


...in a bed of my own guts.


Blood-stained collars? Guess I know what happened to all those missing pets.<br>


BreathLongClosed<br>var 3


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


Something something dragon... hero... below the city. Minsc gets the gist, I think.


It was all going so well - until you vanished. Orin informed us that henceforth she would speak for the temple of Bhaal, and act on their behalf.


Ha ha - <i>ahem</i>. Don't you worry. It takes years to master the Vollante.


I've not seen infernal flames like that in quite some time. Why go to Avernus, when you can bring Avernus to us?


I reckon those warriors holding the bridge can be fought off... if it comes to that.


<i>Sightseeing.</i> What do you think? I filched the wrong baldy and got myself buried for the trouble.


We'll need a cover story...


Let's play.


The psionic detector alerted us to the githyanki attack. Looks like Voss was good for his word.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


... Zarys... your... fault...


The pride of the Gate.


Could be worse. I could still be hiding in a ditch while a squad of Absolutist goblins marches past.


Let them come.


This ain't your property, so buzz off.


Dying


Cave circulum!<br>v2


*A voice drifts into your mind as you gaze upon the misshapen servant.*


Sometimes I wonder if I should just let the tadpole dictate my love life. Did you want something?


What, nothing at all to say? It's me, Gale - Elminster. And quite some lengths I've taken - figurative and literal - to clap eyes on you.


But I admit that plays second fiddle to helping you. None of us will be safe until the horror behind 'the Absolute' is defeated. When the time comes, I'll fight at your side.


Stop it... please...


That brute Karlach asked to speak to me alone. Told me I was no better than the devils who once imprisoned her.


No one may enter. The master forbids it!


NO! DIE!


Too bad. I kind of liked the little creep.


You may borrow Minsc's muscles whenever it is needful. Brave, powerful, puny Astarion!


*The gods are ready to receive your sacrifice.*


Dying Burning<br>v6


Stay out of trouble. The Fist is watching.


He's gone. Well - he was always good for a laugh.


Help's on the way.


Crusty rogue.


Hardly worth my time.


*The pain fades, but you remain troubled. What just happened?*


Hah! I bleed you. Cut you. Make many delicious holes. Yes. YES.


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


Aylin! Bring your righteous fury to bear.


It's lovely...


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


What in the blazes happened to this girl? It's horrible!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Yes, here.


A dead drow. These druids aren't to be tangled with lightly.


*You feel the slightest of stirrings in your head. The duergar is not infected, yet your minds resonate.*


*If you want a cure, you must follow protocol: locate a githyanki crèche.*


You showed me that you may be the future of Baldur's Gate - and well beyond it.


Aye, I can smell that.


I believe in ballads they call that 'talent' and 'courage'.


The shadows have swallowed Last Light, but the cleric Isobel is not with us. I ordered you to bring her here alive.


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


I'll tell him you said so.


Out of the question. This is my mission - I won't just give it away.


I know... I know.


Lead the way.<br>


I will locate one and still this <i>abomination</i> in my head.


Gale's run off, then? Couldn't hack it, no doubt.


To the rescue.


There was a great battle here. The ground stained red with blood long dried.


Tormentum!


Effort v9


Little too busy for that.


For the best. Death is too good for it.


Pus-supping maggot.


Ahem. Listen, we need time to figure out what the hells has happened. I thought Aylin dead. She thought the same of me.


Back to the anus that spat you out.


Maybe then... Alfira would still be here? But - we're <i>here </i>now. And we're going to fix this.


All slaughtered. Looks like their prisoner escaped.


Attack Critical<br>var3


You are well informed. My crèche discovered the same.


Allow me to apologise on Shadowheart's behalf, sir. Her lack of tact is a burden to us all.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


Yet she failed - that's what matters.


Siccut cattus!


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


Gale, no!


I need a moment for the two of us.


I'm glad you volunteered - I didn't want to have to shove you forward in my place.


What do we do? What <i>can</i> we do?


Barely got away. Those githyanki aren't so lucky.


I wish I had time to bury him. His ashes, I mean. But Wulbren's plan takes precedence.


He knew about the Absolute. I thought little of it at first - but he realised the danger before anyone else did.


Taking away the free will of others - could be a gift, or a curse in disguise.


I still need your help. Meet me by the lakeshore, and be prepared. What comes next could prove... perilous.


My word, you did it! Ha! Oh, it's good to be alive!


Ververo!


You should have remained mortal, Gale of Waterdeep. You would have lived longer.


Anything for a friend.


It might, but first things first. Tell me about your symptoms - have you noticed anything strange happening?


Quite the cosy set-up you have here. I'll just make myself comfortable - thank you so much.


To think the hag would go to such lengths to find us...


Through the grapevine?


Hurt Critical<br>var2


*Lae'zel's promised purification at a githyanki crèche. And she's given you no reason to disbelieve her.*


After being dormant for so long, your infection is unlikely to produce new symptoms spontaneously.


One skull, two tenants, and no solution in sight.


Dame Aylin. It is Shadowheart you came to see, I think.


Then you should not have begun another.


Move along.


But not me!


I'm on my way.


Hold on... did he just slip something into my pocket?


My best is yours.


Rest and return. I'll feel better buying your blood when I know you can actually <i>spare</i> it.


Mould and metal... but something's still missing.


A monster forms inside us, yet you waste time with idle chatter.


No sculpture or painting could ever do her justice, only the fabric that she herself is and embodies:


Someone's moving around in there.


'Could' doesn't quite cut it here, I'm afraid. I need a solid, provable motive.


Now go. I stand at the ready.


Must be in one of these chests.


But it won't do me no good. So if you're looking for a 'thank you', look somewhere else.


Well the truth's out now, for what it's worth. Are we done?


You'll be stronger than ever.


I - I won't let you near the boat. <i>Ever.</i>


Do you only kill with kindness, sibling? Is your head meat so tumbled and tormented?


*You sense watchful eyes upon you. Perhaps some locks are better left unpicked.*


Non movere!<br>v3


Best to stay clear, or be ready for a fight.


*The beast stares at you.*


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


Caeco te!<br>v2


Best be careful.


The drow was right, it's not 'Flumph Mating Rituals'. Reminds me of 'Fables of Forges Grym.'


Hang on. I'll set you free.


No. That is not right. I slew only monsters. The voice said that they were <i>monsters</i>.


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


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Not what I expected to run into in a place like this.


I'm sorry, but surely we're friends, allies, the best of companions, but... no more than that.


And why wield a masterwork where a butcher's blade will do? My thanks, truly.


Safe travels. Wherever they may take you.


I want to be more than that to you. I have lived a very long time. I have taken many lovers. My heart does not stir lightly. But it does now.


Very well.


<i>Run 'em.</i>


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


<i>Tavern Review enthusiasts will note the absence of the landlord from this article. </i>


Gortash is dead. But I am undying - just as you've made me.


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


These wounds will heal.


We've had some rest. Maybe we can still go back for the others.


Curious - what are those marks there?


I don't mean to push. I just... I feel like my skin's on fire. In a <i>good </i>way this time.


Th-thank you again! May Gond's grace guide you!


Good man.


Fink the Absolute wants me to 'ave another drink.


You have saved Kagha from herself. I cannot thank you enough.<br>


There's something off here but I dunno what.


Consider the numbers. Someone out there must be having the worst day of their life. Being robbed, evicted, widowed, who knows? Then, easy prey for Lady Shar.


Got it!<br>


But you said... oh hells. I told you, Bug!


I won't go rushing in again, but you have to promise we'll kill him before this is said and done.


Don't this stupid human know any good goblin warsongs?


Orin - <i>tsk'va</i>! Burn away the shadows she hides in, tear off her mask, and you'd reveal her for what she is:


Better to have on hand than not.


That horn can be heard half the world away - let's issue a challenge, eh?<br>


But sod 'em all. I'll wait it out in 'ere, prayin' to a <i>real</i> god.


I'd look <i>fierce </i>with horns.


Closed Mouth Effort


Stay... awake...


Virtus et scientia!


I'll make sure no one harms us again. Keep training, keep fighting.


Something seems off. If only I knew what.


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


Entombed forever beneath the city, starving and yet unable to die. True death might have been kinder.


You already know. You felt it purr as it slid down your throat.


This must be the forge. What a sight to behold.


Absolute.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


*The exposed brain quivers in expectation.*


*Curious. Despite your form, the creature doesn't understand you.*


Silvanus guard us - what have you done?!


'The Baldur's Mouth Gazette. When the Mouth barks, the Fist bites...' Uh... I forget the real slogan, but you get the idea. Now, buy a copy or leave.


'My sweet Calim, whose beloved asked that his beauty never fade.'


Then I'll see you tonight, you sweet, generous thing.


I don't doubt you in the slightest.


Flowers? How are they growing here, of all places?


Effort v3


Another illusion - is anything real down here?


I don't care. You were a friend when we needed it, and we won't forget that.


<i>(I can't explain now, but it's very important we get hold of that book. Very, very important.)</i>


Not pinned down just yet.


Attack<br>var 4


<i>Come on, Rolan. Show off that magic of yours!</i>


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


*You've been noticed outside of your cell. You'll need to deal with this the easy way, or the very painful way.*


I'll keep an eye out. If it's a demon, I'll be able to spot it a mile off.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 2


I'm smarter than that, and so are you. It's part of what drew me to you.


Voco glacies!<br>v2


NO! THE GOLD IS FOR THE TOLL. THE TOLL MUST BE PAID! YOU - YOU MUST PAY!


To your side!


You want respect? Let your Absolute pay for it. 'Til then, bugger off.


Seems to be stuck.


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


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


Move along, little bug.


And every day living with the failure of my first death, I wondered... whether Bhaal might forgive me.


So, there's a whole temple down there. With something lurking inside.


Show 'em, Crusher!


The poor souls Father Lorgan meant to save.


Listen lad, only a special sort could'a done what you did. Thank you. <br>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


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


Not keen on fighting its allies. Should've figured.


I've killed people too. Innocence is for the lucky. Life is dirty, and we've got the stain of it.


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


We could help each other - fight the goblins together. Instead these fools are trying to chase us away!


Dead serious. Don't let the smile fool you.


UGH.


Any opportunities for us to indulge our tadpole's capabilities are hardly on the same scale. Trifles, when one considers the bigger picture.


Te curo!<br>v3


Raphael's house may be posh, but it's seen better days.


On my way.<br>


It was easy - instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in. All you had to do was fall for it.


'E... 'e kissed your feet...


<i>Lies</i>. You're just like them, with their canes and shouting. No more!


Oi, ugly!


Dying Deep Exhale


What's inside?


Thanks to your good sense, we have a chance at beating him. I know it wasn't easy, going your own way - it never is. You're some woman, Shadowheart.


The Nightsong. Have you learned anything more?


This is the one who saved my life. So really, <i>he</i> owes you your gold piece.


I better get a 'thank you'.


To summon those vines... the power's impressive.


The ship won't be able to take another dragon attack. We need to get out before it's too late.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


What is happening, or rather not happening to us, is entirely undocumented.


Aye?


A barrel of this could light up the Underdark. A vial is plenty - just let me go my way.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


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


See you around, mate.


Damn. I better get over there.


Figured it was a pity post anyway.


Useless, unless I find a way to activate it.


Come on, you can do it, Billy. Once you guess, you'll feel so silly.


And so from the old battle cries is birthed another:


Te video!


It's a cheap imitation, nothing more.


It's a fine city, isn't it? No better place to hail from.


A compliment from Shadowheart! I'll put it on the shelf with the rest of my achievements.


While the brain is still free, and we are still infected, we will never be safe.


Smells like burnt flesh in here.


*You have no authority here - the guards serve a more powerful master.*


But I can't. Not when I know deep down that you're right.


It isn't possible.


Taking my time in the shadows.<br>


Silence. I answer only to mistress.


But you look pretty good yourself, I have to say. Now - let's get some shut-eye before I say something I regret and lie awake in rictus horror all night.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Not my first choice.


Here goes nothing.<br>


I'll spare you a vial.


Crescit eundo!<br>v2


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Diminuo te!<br>v2


Really? Really <i>really?</i>


Better they stay here, and hold the tower should Ketheric's army catch wind of our assault.


<i>Chk. </i>Your pathetic intervention spoke for itself - only a lesser crèche would indulge such lenience.


*'Pierce the moon.'*


Helps me - good to get it off your chest.


Good. If we return to the tower entrance and head north, we will find the Risen Road. The way should be clear now that the army has marched.


*You should explain your vandalism, before anything else gets broken. Like your skull.*


Astarion, we need to talk. We know you're a vampire.


*The vision in your mind is simple: a stone altar to Lolth, the knife upon it bloody with sacrifice.*<br>


I was in our room. We had a fight.


Should check for anything useful.


Hells - I feel the cold closing in. Something's coming. Something bad.


Good - you are awake. I want to taste <i>your</i> fear, just as you tasted mine.


Let this be a warning. Orin will be your downfall, or you will be hers. We make an alliance, and you will be the victor.


Best help before it gets worse.


Get out of my face. Wanker.


Hungry shades and cursed darkness. Cursed by a lesser god, but dangerous all the same, oh yes.


My'Nahastra Mystra'Ryl. E'Deelion Thras'Anas'Tthra.


The world wakes to a new dawn, and we are here to greet it.


Tempora mutantur!


Your worshippers, Majesty. What happened here?


Right tool will do the trick.<br>


You... you are a sight to behold, sister. I feel the Dark Lady's blessings upon you. Please, the Mother Superior awaits.


They're starting to rot.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


WELL IT ISN'T MURDER IF YOU'RE <i>WILLING</i> - IS IT, CUTLET?


Why is it broken? You're powered by magic, for goodness sake!


I need a moment for the two of us.


Perhaps.


What a laugh, to deprive yourself of the Hells' lavish vices.


Hmph. Humans. What did they expect?


I would not like to end our acquaintance in violence. But that does not mean I won't.


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


Might be useful.


A magical staff. Will this be of use, Gale?


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


Ha! Even if you did find my tribe, they'd set the worgs on ya.


I saw a winged aasimar fly overhead, and now an assault on Moonrise is brewing - time is not on our side, I fear. We find Thaniel soon.


Might still be stuck inside if we hadn't been attacked.


I guess you need this.


Sorry - I'm only alive because of you, and I am grateful. I just... need some time.


You see him again, tell him to get back here to me. He's overdue as it is.


Should have watched your footing.


Corpses. These creatures did battle with duergar.


But they'll be dead soon.


The sigils are written in a curious mix of tongues - ancient Calishite, Netherese, and something else I can't quite make out. If I'm reading it correctly - it was used in the creation of Moonlanterns.


Huh. Just put this away a second ago... didn't I?


Can't you just heal yourself?


Maybe we'll take a lighter touch next time. Maybe.<br>


Yes it was.


Poor, sweet fool - you speak as if the Plague-Crone is not already here, striding among us!


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Mol's eyepatch. This doesn't bode well for her...


But if you won't let Karlach do it, then the final decision is in your hands.


N-no!


He dropped such good cheeses.


Well. You will not be the first True Soul the General has thrown from this spot.


Recovered <br>V3


Potiony.


This isn't a game.


Smart. Those bastards'll spit on your grave after running you through.


A cruel fate for such a wondrous being. Is there so little room for light in you, Shadowheart?


I should speak up.


I've got a game for you. You take a drink. Then I take a drink. Then we're both drunk! Haa.


Few can match me - in either magic or talent.


Grimoire... ritual... travel far...


That's the end of the Emperor.


A ritual circle? Looks like it's what empowers the Moonlanterns.


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


Good riddance. He deserved it! ... whatever he did.


This place is astonishing, a bard's legend made real.


But don't pry - the last person who snooped into his secrets lost their head. I believe he uses it as a chamber pot.


You could stand to relax a bit, mate.


Beautiful. And terrifying.


*Your minds collide once more. Wyll chases the fiend, ignited with rancour. She is an infernal wardevil, a threat to the living - evil incarnate.*


I will finish it in my own damn time - thank you very much.


Resurg


Spit it out. I won't wait around here forever.


*Wyll considers you an ally - but not quite a good friend. It's hard to know how he'd respond.*


Did - did you find Philomeen? Is she on her way back?


<i>Chk.</i>


Te occludo oculos!


I'm told we're taking a stroll through the Underdark once we blow the charges.


*A mystical map glows before you, revealing a githyanki refuge within a temple at the mountain pass. This must be the crèche that Lae'zel seeks.*


That <i>smell</i>... These corpses aren't the freshest.


By Vlaakith's sword, a headless undead? Is every watcher the same as this?


An empty box. If I were a cat, this would be a great find.


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


Actually I'm not really clear on what we have to do, but I assume we're smashing something.


The githyanki from the mind flayer ship. A shame he didn't survive.


We tossed Brilgor out back - haven't even got round to burying him yet.


Non fit injura!<br>v2


They're getting away - attack!


The Blade provides.


Alas, we might struggle to restrain you if we tried, as our 'Stern Librarian' Ffion recently passed on.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


He tried to kill me.


What would you have of us now, madam?


My orders were to keep the artefact safe, not pry into it... but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious as to what exactly it's hiding...


Closed Mouth Effort v3


<i>Chaos, everywhere. Need to find a way through.</i>


*The hunter has nothing to say to you. He seems to have other things on his mind.*


No staying down on my watch.


Effort v7


Shout


Closed Mouth Effort v10


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v4


All that anger in you, Karlach - that pent-up fury and desire. It felt good to unleash them on the one person who could possible understand, didn't it?


So deep, in fact, that I'd probably need more than one shovel.


I suppose we'll need to find somewhere higher up.


Mors animae!<br>v2


It squealed!


Yes, we worship her through pain - often our own. But it is an intimate and <i>loving</i> thing and one we offer up.


A curse lifted. The Dead Three, allied once more. The balance shifts.


Indignity...


Eager for battle.


Need any advantage I can get.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Shadow people roaming shadow streets. There's little more to learn down here but some depressing ways to die.


It is etched in slate. So says Vlaakith, and so it must be.


Abandoned by the looks of it. Perhaps it had a leak.


I've not heard of these 'Flaming Fist'. Enlighten me, Wyll.


Pure tiefling ingenuity. That engine of yours is like nothing I've ever encountered - hard to change, but possible to... enhance.


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


Oh? Go for those Menzo gals, do you?


Intactilis sum!


You are <i>not </i>welcome here.


Already, I've allowed myself to go untreated for too long. I fear it's already too late - I've no choice but to depart this company of ours, and pray I find something for myself.


No. NO! By the Queen's blade, what have you done?!


Voco glacies!<br>v2


*Against the darkness swarming his senses, a single light glows - rage, flaring brighter every moment.*


What in the - oh!


I need a quick word.


You will submit to the Absolute or perish - it is that simple.


You seem healthy enough. A bit tired 'round the eyes, maybe.


Hells. You look like you've seen a ghost.


Oh no.


Looks like that's going to bruise.


No... the woods have gone dark. There's too many predators lately - even for Master.


Ohh, that sounds very appealing. I'm almost convinced.


*The cub breathes in shallow bursts, his chest heaving with the effort.*


SmileOpen<br>var 4


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


Dying


Effort v7


This ought to be good.<br>


Come to observe, True Soul? She is a lesson - none can rise so high that they cannot fall again.


You've proven yourself a powerful ally. It's an honour to fight beside you.


Oh, you need my help?


Puff out your chest all you like - I'm going where it's safe.


We're good to go. Now get those bloody gnomes moving.


That kobold smells like a keg of spirits. Flammable, that.


Still stuck fast by some mechanism.


A brain. Nourishment for the <i>ghaik</i>.


Expello te!<br>v2


Only bones and armour left. Must've been part of the original raiding party.


They weren't distinct. Just... this constant onslaught.


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


Mammon! I knew it. I did!


*The door gives way with a loud crack.*


*You owned up to your mistake. Unfortunately for you, that means the grown-ups have to be told.*


What path lies before me?


Wards. Family. Life-long irritants. Use whichever term you wish.


Dead. They're only good for kindling now.


Big words - let's see you back them up.


To do <i>that</i>, we'll need to find a diabolist willing to open a backdoor to the hells, sneak into Raphael's home, and destroy the contract. Simple.


It's no use... Damn door won't budge!


Let's hope there is no next time.


Fiat voluntas dei!


I don't want to die, I - *retch*


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


How about I buy the firework, and you throw it.


Harpers - with me. Stray no more than an arm's length from your course.


But don't forget who signed away his own father's life when he's finally bled. You, Wyll. Only you.


Dodge
v2


This is what happens when you trust the gith: they strap you to a machine and try to kill you.


Let's see what this does.


Looks like an ambush. A clumsy one.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


It's mine now.


You smell like an old hole.


Right, better get to it.


No one - I learnt it all on my own! Well... I had a <i>little</i> help.


Unfortunate. Loviatar is always happy to share her pleasures.


Shout


CORRUPTION - NO! GOLD - I NEED GOLD!


I never asked this of anybody. Nobody was capable, nobody was worthy, nobody was good enough. But you, you have it all.


A camp. Looks abandoned.<br>


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


Um, that skull is doing... something. Not a good sign.


Laughter Maniacal


Fancy yourself immortal? We'll see how long that lasts.


*Cazador. Your <i>Master</i>. You have to get back to him quickly. If you're late, he'll flay you. Again.*


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


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


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


Selûnite drivel. What's this symbol on it?


The Netherstones - perhaps if we use them here, they'll work this time.


We can do this, darling. We're nearly there.


<i>Hurk. You stupid - </i>URGH. I can't keep her down - HURK.


Shade of a lich! This is going to play merry hell with commodity prices. I'd better get over to the grain exchange.


The thought must have crossed your mind? It has certainly weighed on mine.


((*a tune of division, yours forever to sing*))


This can be remedied - if there is anything left of you that is worth saving.


Yes.


Indeed.


Your man Tyr knows what he's talking about.


<i>Ch'k'l ghaik Vlaakith m' zath'ak!</i>


Go on, enjoy yourself. Seek out some wine before it runs dry - there are a lot of thirsty people around here.


Did she <i>have </i>to throw my ring into the mud?


At least the cub has a fighting chance now.


Astarion, I just want to say - I judged you wrongly. I'm sorry.


The bard's death is a weight for thine own conscience to bear.


These two won't be helping their sister. Or doing anything else, for that matter.


Falling<br>var 3


Fine, Wyll. You have my gratitude. But that doesn't mean... <i>nngh</i>...


More or less. I was lost in... prayer of all things.


I hope not.


I fear you are over-working yourself, for I was earnestly trying to find a moment to help set you on the right path, but you were just frolicking away with your dagger, weren't you?


So, Minthara has one in the proverbial oven?


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


*You've convinced them, for now. But transgress again, and no amount of talking will get you out of trouble.*


Leave us alone! You've said enough.


Clever. Food is dispensed for anyone wearing this collar.


*As Omeluum watches your performance, something stirs in his mind, unusual for an illithid: joy.*


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


You are gone, you are <i>ghaik</i>, lost to your hunger. I cannot let you suffer -


Now come, be witness as your father names me the first Archduke of Baldur's Gate.


There go our best supplies.


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


Resisto acidum!


No hope of clearing this without a shovel.


Look at that: it transformed. Wonder what else it can change.<br>


It's close. Ready yourself.


Till this crowd converted and started sending their captives to Moonrise Towers, at least.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Do it, if you have the mettle. <i>Strike.</i>


Best move fast.


I'm afraid I have a dozen crime reports to organise - kindly wait outside.


You want a drink? Hoots is your woman. You want pleasure? See Mamzell Amira.


One horn. The stink of Avernus. <i>Advocatus diaboli.</i>


Perhaps we truly have a secret protector - or we're walking into a trap.


I do. I'm amazed you missed the signs, honestly.


What a way to go. The mad bastard laughed all the way to the end.


*It seems you've been cornered by a comrade of the guard you killed.*


You're <i>kidding</i> me! Very helpful, squid.


Even if you've nothing better to do, I'm afraid I have. It's not every day a lord drops dead!


Nonsense. You're just finally showing us what you really are - a reaver to the bone.


Strange creature... your wrappings... are hideous...


Wait. It's you... you're the one who tried to free me, on the ship.


That was <i>revolting</i>.


And you, get out of my sight.


There's still life left in this old thing.


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


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


That was a close one. Whole place almost came down around our ears.<br>


What - what happens now?


Pleasepleaseplease.


You're the best True Soul I ever met.


I'm sorry it had to come to this, Arabella. You were brave and fierce beyond your years.


It's calling its pack!


Together, we will make Baldur's Gate the brightest gem aside the Sword Sea. The Heart of the Gate will prevail.


It shall be so.


You'll be free soon enough.


This grave is a mess - probably an animal's doing.


PRAISE MAHKLOOMPAH!


Things look... different.


Gods, even Dribbles' pelvis was severed. His jokes can't have been <i>that</i> bad...


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


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


Locked. Best find another way in.


<i>Chk. </i>I cannot make this out.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


But you have earned every stride so far. Make your preparations - we leave as soon as we're able.


Detono!


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Hey Stickshit.


How thrilling. A <i>bone.</i>


I suppose there's a good chance they will.


*You can see the fear in his eyes, but also the hunger. The thick smell of blood in the air and the promise of power being so close is intoxicating to him.*


Perhaps not - if he truly is a part of Thaniel, then he is beyond life and death. More likely he's just hiding. We should return to where you saw him.


<i>Tsk'va</i> - we are now a warrior short. Let us hope this is the last of these... aberrations.


Dying Burning<br>v4


I will split and burst their every skin.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


I had a Moonlantern to keep the curse at bay. Alas, the rocks did it in.


*Deep crevasses, rocky caverns, raving beasts. The Underdark is the closest place you'll find to the asteroid you once called home.*


Am I godsdamned invisible?! COMMANDER?


You're good at sorting things out - want to bonk this one on the head and do us all a favour?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


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


Stuck. Shall I slap their buttock to get them moving, Boo...?


Necrotic energy. Best avoided.


For you. And for the city, and for myself, and blah, blah. But most of all, for you.


Blasted <i>sunlight</i>. Why did the mushrooms lead us here?


Cough_Ill<br>Var 2


We meet at last. Your exploits are causing quite a <i>stir</i>.


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


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Even the intervention of their gods can't save these chosen from our vengeance. We defy divinity.


Suit yourself. I've more than enough company.


Oh, but the final lesson is hardly at hand. Would you deny my sisters the full breadth of my teachings?


The means of the githyanki people's end has been ripped from the venerable queen.


Ellie May - I think I read that name on a tombstone.


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


I <i>heard</i> you. So now hear me: raise a single hand against me, and I will slice it clean off.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


*You want to deny the parasite has any sort of hold on you, but somehow you can't. Jaheira spots your confusion and her eyes narrow.*


I thought the Overseers were invincible - but you killed him. Just like that!


I can soothe your pain.


Those people... the mind flayer made them its puppets.


Damn key's taken a walk. Looks like <i>no</i> one's getting in. Not 'til the next shift.


Effort v9


Our own plan. Right. Thing is I'm more of an enacter than a concocter.


Blood and bits of armour. Worrying.


We have nothing left, and my kids are half-starved. Please, let us into the city - we have nowhere else to go.


You burn like fire, you howl like wind. You are <i>Faithwarden.</i>


Macte virtute!


Every criminal we hang is one less stain on the peace and prosperity of this great city.


Vile. There is nothing of nature in that.


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


That's it! Go on, keep pulling!


You're both so uptight. Relax, have another drink!


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


No use. It's blocked.


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


We did what we had to do.


I'm surprised someone of your stature is here ghost hunting - don't you have more heroic things to do?


*Sigh.* Foolish and ignorant, like the rest. But you'll change your mind once you see what's become of Baldur's Gate, I have no doubt.


What is this <i>power?</i>


One last dance, for old times' sake.


This ship won't stay aloft forever - need to hurry.


Work is so boring. I don't get why adults like it so much.


Yes?


He will be <i>furious</i>. And he'll be even more furious when I get to that crypt and stop him.


Sure, take it.


What's this - I spy a note under that canvas.


Maybe they can be controlled just as easily.


I won't enjoy rolling them out of bed in the morning, but I'll do it anyway.


*The rothé pauses, then growls in assent.*


Belonged to some bloke that showed up here askin' questions. Bold as a bugbear, he woz!


No! The bastards must pay for their arrogance, their greed.


No traps, please.


No... talk. Drink.


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


Goodbye.


Forget it. The milk's already spilled.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 3


I do enjoy a bit of casual bloodshed. Now come - I'd like to know more about this 'Z'rell'.


Go on. I'll keep watch here.


At least the weapon is here. Inquisitor W'wargaz will be pleased.


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


I can explain. But it's a whole situation. If you'd just hear me out -


This jar... it feels like death itself. A sure sign of necromancy at work.


That's the last time I try to do a friend a favour. The <i>ingratitude</i>...


Hm. Nice.


Well - are we ready? Tymora's spun her coin, and I would see which way it lands.


That lot looked half-rabid - had Glitterbeard all aflutter.


I guess all we can do is hope we all stay sane long enough to save the city.


Well, they're excellent mousers. And their little faces are so cute!


What do I have to lose?


'West - Baldur's Gate. East - Elturel.'


Just because the <i>zaith'isk</i> failed, because Vlaakith has marked us, makes this no less of a tragedy.


What, join up with <i>you</i>...?


I'll save it for the city. Lots of nobles strutting around with too much gold, right?


Corpora sana!


I'll see they get all the help they need, True Soul. And they'll need quite a bit...


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


That's true, I won't lie. But I won't let you march towards Moonrise without knowing what you'd face.


*How many lives did you ruin already, before the crash?*


No effect. For the best, I think.


Baldur's Gate is an obvious answer, but we landed too damn far away.


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


So Ketheric was ready to betray our alliance, too?


Best not linger here.


Corinna, drag me away! The big one is right - we should go, before it's too late.


Poor dummy. Look at its arms - it just wants a hug.


Look at me. I am at your mercy. To frighten you would only hasten my demise.


You and them other idiots mucked up the whole raid. The Absolute don't like failures.


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


It's not her, Emm. It's just another trick. Another way to hurt us.


Ad vitam aeternam!


The drink - it's turned necrotic!


I'm not listening to another word you say. Get out of here!


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Hands off my tongue, you bloody berk. I'm pledged to the Absolute, arse and all.


Of course! 'Scusin' me; didn't know who you was.


And it cost her her life. What a waste.


I want more than to fight at your side, or sit around the campfire with you. I want to lay with you under the stars and feel your skin against mine.


A <i>misunderstanding</i>, is it? Poor creature. But fear not - you'll be relieved of all such concerns, once I'm through with you...


I've got your back!<br>


Risus abundat!


Let's have it.


The druid Halsin is in here <i>somewhere.</i>


I'm numbed to all the depravities I conduct on a daily basis... but <i>boring sex</i>? That's a new fetish entirely!


They wouldn't let me in, spouted some tripe about 'my sort' and 'Absolutist murderers' - I only wanted to sit down a minute.


Found... His secret... My sweet boy... <i>Why...</i>


Barbarian Idle Roars


Is that what you -


No time to lose.


<i>When he wakens from his incarceration, what do you think he will make of you? The one who bears the spawn his very nature bends him to revile? </i>


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


I would have gobbled it up and given birth to my very own hag daughter.


Those claws look deadly. Best be on my guard.


I will decide after that where my path should lead.


Pearls before swine.


More sahuagin. Something is rousing them from their waters.


Very well, then. My <i>sincere</i> thanks.


My brushes are oiled, the canvas prepped, and you...


But his methods need to rest with him. We need <i>change</i>.


You've made a grave mistake.


Is that a moan I hear? <i>Delightful. </i>


*As you parse the strange glyphs, you can feel the book resisting. Ghostly voices whisper at you from the dark - probing and fighting your mind.*


Good to have you back with us. Thanks to you, my Common vocabulary has grown considerably.


The blood of Selûne? Sounds like a sacrifice.


<i>You may find them in nature, or the nearby cleric's tower. Be cautious - those that have taken root are quite dangerous.</i>


You asked me to jog your memory. Jog I did. Our micro-pact is complete. Would you like to make another transaction?


Why are we standing here if that thing is broken? This is ridiculous.


There is one truth: Vlaakith's truth. Everything else is apostasy.


Please don't open the creepy book.


Back! Bite? No...


BreathLongClosed<br>var 3


'Order'. A liar's promise. Chaos seeped through his grip like flesh through a mincer. So did the Netherstones.


Have a lot on my mind... and well, in it.<br>


No - I'm not. I've got my team. But I understand you're busy with big-time heroics these days. Thanks anyway.


Te curo!<br>v3


I never thought I'd see the day - our champion of the Hells has gone soft.


A Selûnite coming-of-age ritual? Well I guess they have to celebrate something.


To Ramazith's Tower we go.


Anything of use?


*You feel Ragzlin's suspicions. A True Soul should never ask about the Master.*


But to take a life unawares is no more to be celebrated than plunging a dagger into a trapped rat.


Hope we get moving soon. Got an army of beasts out there - don't want them getting bored.


On your feet.


Dolor!


Enough - my creations have nothing to say to you.


*Sneaking into a restricted area was a bold move. You're about to find out if it was a fatal one.*


Ready when you are.


Intactilis sum!


Piss-addled pontificator.


Don't mind if I do.


Like hells. That ain't firewine!


*Do you accept Shar's test of your intellect?*


Easy! They helped us out in the shadows.


Arde!


Malleus!


Oskar Fevras... greatest artist... alive...


The Dread Lord calls!


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


Thank you, magic!


Yeah. We'll... work on that. Together.


They were all I had left, and you <i>stole them </i>from me. You're not even worth killing.


I was just... overwhelmed. It doesn't matter.


Hah! Nah. But it'll save us scrubbing the goo off your goods when we kill ya, see?


Is... is it over?


<i>You may bring this message to him - everything is right on schedule. The next batch will be dispatched within a tenday. </i>


What have you been doing since we got seperated?


*Within the ball you see Raphael, broken and bloody, dangling above the maw of the archdevil Mephistopheles who is preparing to devour him.*


Vengeance will taste sweet, paired with Ascension.


Knock it back, lads! No slowin' down.<br>


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Origin Extra: Dying


Gods, I can't even take solace in the lie.


They spoke of the Absolute - same as that goblin, Sazza. Curious.


And you? What are you?


He holds sway over his pupils. They will kill for him - die for him.


Curious mask. What's it doing here?


Can you please give me a hug?<br>Bet your arms would be so snug!


Why not whisper it while you twist a knife? Or have a love confession be the final words between you?


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


What's so funny? You haven't got some laughing curse, have you?


That song...


PainTeeth<br>var 1


I see.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


*Bark! Bark!*


I don't have that much on me.


I'm probably more at home in the water than you now, Astarion.


Thank you so much. Do be sure to pop into the Lodge should you ever visit Baldur's Gate.


I hope our gifts will provide you with some meaningful assistance in fighting the evil Omeluum uncovered. Do let us know how you get on.


So we'll graft on another. A druid should know how to do that, shouldn't he?


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Probably a waste of time.


Let her rage on. She may be able to hurt me, but she can't control me - not anymore.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


For the best. Death is too good for it.


I - I - yes. I feel it. Splitting. <i>Burning</i>. NGH!


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Cheers - to Archduke Gortash!


Those claws look vicious.


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


I <i>know</i> my path. Refuse him the artefact, and it will run with your blood.


We don't have time. Get to the boat, or we leave!


SmileClosed<br>var 3


What a mess.<br>


More. Wound me, scar me.


Invoco te!<br>v2


The whispering's already quieter here. Once you're dead, it'll be gone entirely.


Away, eye-watering stench!


It's this or the clothes off my back - and I'm not walking out of here starkers. You want it or not?


Here it is - the tomb of the amulet spirit's granddaughter. Time for a family reunion.


Too busy to chat, I'm afraid. This walk <i>must</i> be completed.


((*it is time. we take death to the duergar*))


What do <i>you </i>want?


I 'spose that makes sense. If I did all that heroical stuff, readin' about it would get all boring.


He hath ventured to Avernus with his love. In his absence, the Council of Four ruleth in his stead.


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


Goblins, tieflings, who cares? All that matters is finding a healer.


An admirable charade, but you overplayed your hand. No matter - you won't need any hands soon enough.


Think they recognise you?


Oh, you need my help?


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


Fallin' down <i>already?</i> What are ya, a bloody gnome?


I can't forge a weapon without starting a fire.


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


Stop it. You're scaring him.


I'm sure you could have found your way around that with a bit of imagination.


Surely the book the drow corpse mentioned. A spell hides its true nature.


Falling<br>var 3


Effort v4


Of course.<br>


Piss off, I've got coin on this game!


You're a True Soul. You can't die. <i>Please </i>stay with us.


Watching gods - while I was training children, you were out cutting down an entire goblin camp.


What creatures thrive in a lake this dismal?


Hmm. It won't move.


Grant me patience...


Limp-witted slick-licker.


Victory<br>


You should have stayed dead in the Temple as Bhaal's ritual lamb, rather than bear the shame of crawling back to life after your defeat.


Said it from the start. Shouldn't have trusted those <i>foulbloods.</i>


A bronze dragon and an elf - a curious alliance.


The Absolute's army will be here any day now.


Fine. Just stay safe. We need each other.


Hm. Kozakuran scrawlings to match those on the Szarr ring. Eh. it probably means nothing.


A bit of patience is all I ask.


Sarcasm at the ready.


Cudo! v3


Expello te!<br>v3


Wonder what's past this.


Effort v4


Answer me, please!


Orpheus, the Prince of the Comet. Traitor to the empire, <i>ghaik</i> asset - and long dead. So it is inscribed in the protocols.


The inking is rough - a work in progress, surely.


Precisely.


The cycle comes for us all!


Be reasonable, madame. You can't outmatch two powerful wizards.


How can this be - how can this <i>be</i>?! SHIT!


I sensed the soul within you chained to the to the contract. You do not deserve to call such a man 'Master'.


<i>I remain an abomination. I cannot live like this. </i>


What if Halsin is - no. Don't go there.


You want me to - No, it's mine! I have to keep it safe.


Stop making so much noise. You'll have the Fists sniffing around.


To seek power for personal glory alone is a farce. Astarion was wise to see it.


Don't get used to it. One taste of regal power might have you craving more.


You bluff, I call. Let's see who has the upper hand.


Let's try to survive, hmm?


Don't I know it.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v4


You need a name. Mouse-Mauler... Gwynevere... Meowdenkainen... Rodentsbane.


Nothing, friend. Just a little trapped wind - I'm sure you understand.


Thanks to you, me and my Skorv might see each other again...


Nothing remains for us here. Let us leave, and seek out the final reckoning.


Any word?


Strange-looking staff. Is that something you'd want, Gale?


You did a brave thing, saving those people in the grove.


*As she turns to you, her thoughts mingle with yours, a cold hand caressing your brain.*


You are no goblin. Who are you? Answer me or die.


Te video!


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


An owlbear egg... these are supposed to be worth a fortune...


A letter from Orin...


*Such feelings serve no purpose - you must cast them aside. Lady Shar will reveal all, in time. Even now, you sense she is guiding you towards something.*


Poor Glut. All ambition, no competence.


Fronti nulla fides!


Ouch. Well-earned.


Victory v3


Now you need my help.<br>


Clown man is dead. Oh well. Want a treato?


I will not forget it. But nor will I turn down a powerful ally in the fight for Faerûn.


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


I am in awe of the power the relic must hold to be of such importance.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


*Lionheart Zina, fierce watchdog - at night, no one dared to pass her post.*


You... what?


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


What future, Karlach? A future without you in it is no future at all. Is there really no other way? <br>


The passage of time has a strange way of polishing even the most arduous of memories into precious keepsakes. Had circumstances been slightly different, I may have been put to work in mines, or killed outright.


Besides, I'm tougher than I look - I'll fight on, now that I have something to fight for.


We will meet under the city and take control of the brain. Then we will take our rightful place as its rulers.


I didn't ask for your <i>opinion</i>, Fist. Fall in and do your job.


I long for such a beautiful death!


No judgement, big lad. Some people give orders. Some people follow 'em. You know which you are, now.


Efferve!


Just to be safe.


Stuck fast. Got to be another way to open it.<br>


Ketheric's been studying something called the Apostle... but of which god?


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Very good.


I am here to help.


Mind flayer machinery. Better watch what I touch.


False master! Hind-legged liars, all! I'll shred you.


The roads ought to be safer now there's a few less goblins skulking about.


*For a monk, you do hyperventilate an awful lot.*


It's nothing. Even if it was <i>something</i>, I'm clearly not going to tell you, am I? Let it go.


How can you talk about cheese at a time like this?


But listen to me, rabbitting on about myself when I have you - the prize bleeder - on my very doorstep.


Well, that was invigorating.


*A pleasurable shiver runs down your spine. You feel as though you've unburdened a troubling thought and forgotten it forever.*


*Even traders have private property - it seems that item is not for sale.*


*Founder of the Flaming Fist. Later history is kinder to him than accounts from his time, which portray him as a cruel and hard-handed mercenary commander.*


Step by step.


Maybe if people liked me the way they like you, I'd be allowed to play where I like...


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Got a whole lab set up. Cooks up potions that fix our lads no matter how much of a beatin' they take.


Oh, aye - me and the Bitch Queen are best mates now.


But no matter how far you come, you're still on the road to ruin - a road that leads directly to a confrontation with the elder brain.


Sticking my neck out again.


They might... find... the basement...


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


I can't work without a blueprint.


Fall by my hand!


Ah. Right you are. Efficient.


Disappointing.


For you - your trouble!


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 3


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


I - ...I'm sorry, Karlach. It's just, not being able to touch you - having to slow down, it's... I'm just not used to it.


We manage. They didn't bring much with them, of course - not so much as a rattle for the babe.


Says Boo - even a dull blade will break your bones!


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


You are the company you keep. And you have chosen poor company.


A little gratitude would be nice.


Eyes up - we've got a dirty stray.


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


Ketheric will be vulnerable, now. All we need to do is strike.


Here's a little help from Auntie, petal - go get 'em.


*At least you would not be alone... if only you knew where Karlach was.*


Effort v8


Was't your father a flounder?


Now to make use of that lantern.


Rest easy, I've got you.


Promise?


Isobel? Isn't that the cleric of Selûne at Last Light?


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


Enough of this.


Besides, if you did manage a killing blow, I wouldn't be the only victim.


The bark is in place. Now what?


Well, maybe I'll see you again. Still wearing the same skin, I hope.


Well, that depends on the job. Removing a parasite is no small feat. But I like you, petal. So I'll only ask for something small...


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


Veterans of the Hells - to arms!


It was a fine strike. Excellent form!


Ah - I was hoping I hadn't missed you. The patriars are safe, but it took longer to calm them down than I was hoping.


This is your own judgement of yourself. Embrace the truth your heart shares, however painful.


*Sob.*


Avatar... of... <i>Murder...</i>


I could just leave them...


Don't. Please don't.


You don't understand what lies ahead!


*This character does not wish to consume tadpoles.*


For a while. But I get bored of people awfully quickly.


*Suddenly you see what she sees. Feel what she feels. Anger. Bitterness. A will to survive.*


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


Get 'em, Boo!


*One breath in, one breath out. Slowly, gently.*


I know times are tough, but this crowd could mingle a bit, eh? We're all on the same side.


Looks like we're out of options...


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


'Witnesses... noticed... <i>red</i>... dragon... marching... at... rear...'


Balduran's beard, what a mess. Pink stains, blood everywhere. Poor Stelmane...<br>


<i>Just like you did before.</i>


Do it, and I'll let you off your leash. A devil <i>always</i> keeps her promises.


-- necromancer - dead --- - tyrant fallen --
-- only changeling remains ---- KILL HER -


I thought the orb to be the greatest of my sins, but I see now there are darker depths to which I might yet sink. You may be content to sink into that abyss, but I assure you - I am not.


Right. <i>Bye.</i>


What? No! Please, you misunderstand.


I knew Art had suffered, but I didn't realise the extent of it. And there's a child lost in the shadows still. I hope you can help him.


The masons here thought they were building something to last. How wrong they were.


An evocative name. More suited to poetry than the Absolute's perversions.


I would have you by my side in Menzoberranzan when our work on the surface is done.


You toss allies aside so easily, after everything? If you are so eager to join this worm, then may you both be buried here together.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


It was in the tall one's voice: they knew they cared about this creature but they didn't know why. But the cat did.


I'm afraid none, no matter how generous, may speak to the prisoners.


Even in death, these dragonborn tell a tale. I should take a closer look.


I can't fault your ambition. I don't know if I'd pick a fight with Mystra myself, but more power to you.


I'm not playing. Glad you're not either.


Is that B-H-A-A-L or B-A-L-L?


It isn't. But when one is forced among the common folk, it helps to lower expectations.


What a delectable little pet.


All right... I guess being fearless won't help if an arrow comes flying right at me. Here.


Do not yield, Karlach. Stay with us. Stay with the ones who love you.


From the Underdark to the swamp. Lovely.


Corpora sana!<br>v3


Another letter from Orin? Well, joy.


Truly? May Kelemvor judge her justly, then - I've seen Hell, and it's too good for her.


This would be the worst time to take a nap.


<i>You</i> might be afraid of your own shadow, but some of us -


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


Reminds me of old times.


Did they do things so differently when you were a hatchling?


CoughIll
var 4


This isn't coin - it's <i>paper</i>.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


*Here lies Bronnick Larrow, blacksmith of renown. May he make iron sing in the afterlife.*


Their entire network in the city has been infiltrated and undone by a handful of imposters.


You made a promise to me when we freed him, and I intend to hold you to it, as I hold myself bound to my Queen.


Effort v2


Deep gnome never flew so high.


Damn. I better get over there.


Made it out.


Shout


Aw - these toy bears are adorable.


*You do recognise the language, however. These people are Gur, a tribe of monster hunters just like the one you met in the hag's swamp.*


Mmm. I'm dizzy. And you - are you all right?


The magic nearly oozes from this flask. Can you use it?


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


Always.


Leave it. LEAVE IT. It's MINE.


I won't go on without you.


We wouldn't have made it this far without you.


I need a moment for the two of us.


...Right. I, um...


*You also feel answers. She knows more about your condition.*


I can put this right, I swear. I can kill Cazador and free us all.


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


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


Nonsense! When you've known each other as long as we have, there aren't <i>sides. </i>


But let me be clear: so much as smack your lips when I'm near, and I will sever you piece by piece.


Maledicte es!<br>v3


Damn, that burns.


<b><i>You are found. </i></b>


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


It's disarmed. My heart's about to hammer right out of my chest.


All too well - I could even sense it from afar. Now let me confirm it; I need to know exactly what we're dealing with...


Victory v3


A hundred years locked away inside a curse - can you imagine?


We'll figure something else out, I - I'm sure of it.


Resisto acidum!


Thou inglorious hog.


Effort v3


Ah yes, the gods - famously compassionate and concerned with mortal lives.


The way I see it, you have two options. Halsin or that wyvern poison.


I ought to just burn this whole thing down.


All the more reason to hurry.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Bah. Now that you've fed it, we'll never be rid of the beast.


The drow was right, it's not 'Flumph Mating Rituals'. Reminds me of 'Fables of Forges Grym.'


Right tool will do the trick.<br>


Could be anything for all I know.


You're not...?


Time to fetch Scratch from the kennels, I suppose.


My feet aren't touching the bottom anymore - it's <i>terrifying</i>. Do people really enjoy this?


Lady - Lady Maryina. Upstairs. Please - please check. Oh, gods.


Effort v12


Why do we only get one when he gets two?


The thing in your skull, though? It's different to anything in our records.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


BreathRecovery<br>var 3


That... that we were special. That it needed our <i>help.</i>


I hope your goddess is pleased.


Couldn't get us off your mind, could you?


I'll be honest with you - he could turn out to be a worg in a skin suit, and it still wouldn't be the worst date I've had.


And now it's where she hides from me when she's not spilling blood in the streets.


Hail your party leader, would you? I'd like to join if deemed amenable.


No bleeding out on my watch.


This was the clown's cheery trunk I think, Boo.<br>


Oofh... wonderful rendition of a dying crow.


Hurt


You didn't hear it? Shook our camp good, so I came for a look.


*The Dark Lady's cadre of elite warriors. The most faithful. The most envied. The most ruthless.*


Were you <i>trying</i> to scare them? Ugh - I'd better take care of this.


Oh, but what an arresting voice you have!


The signs are very... sign-y.


Light on my feet.


*A flicker of warmth had spread from her mind to yours - it is snuffed out in an instant.*


There's - there's no other way. If the Netherbrain is to die, the True Heir must be consumed...<br>


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Teleported right into the Underdark. Lovely.


Recovered <br>V2


A whole fleet of nautiloids. How many 'True Souls' have passed through this place?


Here we go again.


I was on my way to Baldur's Gate when that ship appeared. Considering our... shared affliction, I think you know the rest.


You turn on me? Another oath broken. Ironic.


A mirror that steals memory from those who gaze upon it. I suppose that is the only way Shar's servants can look themselves in the eye.


Why would you keep that wretched thing?


Blasted eyes - there's no time.


It doesn't. We're an odd team, but we <i>are </i>a team.


Father, come. Mizora's here - we need to get moving.


Mazzy Fentan. Hah - not even the gods dared deny her when she sought to become a paladin.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


Shout


But I still keep faith in the old tales of love, the once-upon-a-times and the happily-ever-afters.


Now, shall we bid one another goodbye?


Tell me, then. If you were Orin, how would you have killed it?


Got yourself in trouble?


Urgh... argh...


Well, beg pardon but... it ain't just <i>you</i> the Absolute speaks through.


I'm not stupid, but but - you didn't have to be so <i>mean</i>!


Allow me.


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


As he did a hundred years ago, Bhaal has set his accursed sights on Baldur's Gate, and his temple runs red with the blood of the innocent.


And I know my calling. I thought my grand adventures were behind me, but I should have known better.


Baldur's Gate's saviour lies beyond this door. For all our sakes, don't turn your back.


Then you protected me... and in so doing, eliminated a heretic.


On my way.<br>


What are those?


Shadowheart - aid us!


It's this, or sitting and waiting. So I'll be back, if it's all the same to you.


Argh, my <i>hole</i>.


Bastards. Can't conjure so much as a fireball in this thing.


Glad that caught my eye.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


<i>Now search the room. There's a statue that conceals the way through. I'll reveal it to you.</i>


First dad, now Cora...


A perfect fit. I just need the raw materials.


Resisto venenum!


I'm just... finishing one last drink.


Please... some light... dispel the darkness...


Why're they doing this?!


Orin... my... daughter...


Back in the hag's lair. Good thing she's dead.


It's mainly anger that keeps me going. Zevlor was supposed to lead us, but he froze when we needed him most.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


The Prism! Swiftly!


A Selûnite book. I'm almost surprised that lot can read, never mind write.


Have you got bugs in your head? The Fists don't mess with wealthy patriars, they've got the Watch to back them up.


But... the prisoner -


Very good!


Your father too, if our fortunes are so kind.


<i>What's the problem? </i>


I wish Mayrina could see this - she'd be dancing with me on Ethel's grave.<br>


I thought the gazette got bad after I left - it's been downright <i>terrible</i> since Gortash died.


Heh. Jaheira says she is no <i>wychlaran.</i> Perhaps not. But if she says I should not honour, defend<i>, </i>and<i> listen </i>to her... it is the only time she has ever been wrong.


All that trouble, and for what - a handful of baubles?


Godey will not let you get away with blasphemy. Godey will see you punished!


Ngh. <i>Mragreshem.</i>


A fight is brewing. Playing peacemaker could just make things worse.


Hm. All right.


Effort v12


A poor reward, considering the sacrifices you made. But I understand.


Do I have to touch them?


To the <i>zaith'isk</i>. To the cure!


Mind flayer machinery. Better watch what I touch.


I <i>suppose</i> I can endure the walk sober. Suffering has become an old friend, after all.


You survived my brother? Let me know if you want to have a more calming time with me.


Impero tibi!


Much would rest on Orpheus proving himself an ally, then.


Art thou certain?


Still, though... this place crawls with life, but little of it flourishes. I see refugees, unhoused. The destitute, unwanted. Orphans, unloved.


I'll be damned. Nere's gone and kicked it.


<i>Defende nos ab imminentibus aequilibrio tuo.</i>


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


GaspSurprised<br>var 1


This could be important. Or not.


Oh, no you don't, baldy. On your feet!<br>


Myrkul's holy symbol. He must have had a follower come to this place.


Ah, so we have both earned our freedom, have we? Then here, a gift from me to you. A thousand good tidings upon you!


A mephit?!


I know this Kozakuran - it's the same dusty old language on the ballroom door.


Sa'varsh Kethk always said this plane was full of weaklings. Ha.


GruntAngry<br>var 3


Look, it's just an egg.


Don't be ridiculous - I never knew my parents. Whoever these poor wretches were, they're strangers to me.


If it was anyone else, I'd be sceptical - but you? You've more than earned the title of hero.


They're seeking a weapon. I wonder if they mean that odd artefact...


Like I said. I'm the giving type.


No staying down on my watch.


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


Let us speak later.


How nice. You won't find many of those in my Guildhall.


My hamster, he is so full of beans!


If you're really one of those heroes like the Mouth says - you should reach out to them.


Best help before it gets worse.


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


Another broken trap. Who made these things?


So much for Hope. There's probably a lesson in there somewhere...


Whichever one gives you the most comfort.


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


Poisoned deal. Trust me. Don't believe a word she says.


*You return to your bedroll, and sleep like the dead.*


Impero tibi!<br>v2


So. Rather than doing as you were told, you engaged in an act of wanton vandalism.


Being willing to turn away from what he knew and bending the darkness to his will? Wonderful to see.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


She thinks she is finally away from the monsters. Poor fool.


An earthquake - but they are not commonplace here, surely?


There, we will be purified.


Thou art saucy as gruel.


Not without its mother by its side. What now?


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 2


Loviatar? Sounds like a violent goddess.


The darkness shall have you, alive or dead.


Cudo!


I punish evil and minor annoyances equally.


He captured me. Kept me for years as his slave.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


*Ancestral memories haunt your mind. Your people were once mind flayer slaves, and still carry the remnants of their illithid powers.*


Wonderful! I can scarcely think of anyone more suitable.


Looks like we're out of options...


What the - get her!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Not the resounding success we were hoping for. Still, the price of ambition is occasionally catastrophic failure. At least our skulls remain intact.


Cora says it'll get better with time. She's not mum, but... she does give good hugs.


Overly optimistic to hope there were never any tadpoles here? Thought as much.


Ah. Maybe our city's finer qualities can win you over yet, though I'll admit, they're in short supply at the moment.


<i>Moon. Sun. All remind me of your grace.</i>


*As soon as you raise the dagger, all doubts disappear from your mind, replaced by pure pleasure.*


*You're under surveillance. Best leave that trap alone.*


Lucky I don't leave you to the gods.


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


What's your poison? Red? White?


Curious - that stone there's been pried loose.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


BreathLongOpen<br>ver 1


*You recognise tell-tale flecks of werejackal blood - it's a potion of sleep.*


I've said too much already. Leave us to do our work, citizen.


This is the Rite of Profane Ascension - attempted only once in legend.


What do we have here?


Te exsecror!<br>v3


If you are trying to help me, please stop.


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


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


Closed Mouth Effort v10


I'd say the swamp is a breath of fresh air compared to the hag, but... not really.


You can teach me to pronounce that Elvish twaddle when you're half-cut later, <i>ebrath.</i>


Silence is golden.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 5


Does this count as adventuring?


I'm all for looting sacred treasure, but only if I know I'll live long enough to enjoy it.


And I hold her sword.


Can't afford a failure on a critical pipe.


Do what you must to convince them. I will speak with <i>them</i> when they are ready to transform.


Recovered <br>V2


Perhap afterwards.


I knew him better than anyone. Got the scars to prove it.


Say your words as you pass, then, priest. And do NOT come BACK.


I had the joy of meeting Duke Gortash once. Well, I saw the back of his head as he passed in a carriage. But he had the most grandiose air.


Drugh. Dropping my name like your cultist arse knows me. Like we're friends.


Hold tight.


No, no, no...


Don't be mad at Godey, child. I only did my job. Only kept you in line.


Excellent armour - strange place to find it.


Be my guest. But don't get too close, or your eyes'll melt shut.


Please - the dark has nearly drained me. We need light.


That doesn't look good.<br>


Gods, we'll never learn.


Voco potentia!<br>v2


<i>Release us!</i>


As you wish.<br>


Look - the guards are on a rampage, and we're next on the chopping block.


Oh man. I know. I want to learn how to fight back, too.


Oi! No freebies.


Attack Critical<br>


Get into the fight!


You <i>are</i> a True Soul.


The Murder Lord's blessing will be mine, once I peel the skin from your carcass.


I've been pierced by a beholder's rays and sliced open by a neogi's talon. But this wound will run much deeper.


Need a little boost?


To the rescue.


A little late, but good effort. Now just relax, dawn will be here soon.


That's it! Welcome the pain. Let it become part of you!


Do I note some trepidation? Spirits are but echoes of nature's cycle. Most give no cause to elicit fear... most, but not all.


An impressive device. I didn't think <i>istik</i> were so capable.


AgreeClosed<br>var 2


Forgive me, but I can't think down here. Can't <i>work.</i> Free me, and you will have your portrait.


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


So I should just leave her there in that madman's hands? Absolutely not. <i>Absolutely </i>not. Not ever.


Hells - seems that book on flumphs was not all it appeared to be.


Left, left, right, down the stairs and - or was it up the stairs?


PainOpen<br>var 2


Ocior!


Cough_Ill<br>Var 3


As if there were not dark and light enough down here to gaze at.


You could've done me a great turn with that noblestalk. It's what attracted the customers. Won't be able to keep the candles lit without it. Hope that pleases you.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


Listen, you!


Welcome back. Are you, ahem, looking for something in particular?


Fine, fine - I'm not looking for more trouble.


*Nymph's Grotto*


GaspFrightenedBreathLongOpen<br>var 3


I felt it move! Keep trying!


How generous. Do you charge by the bell, or the spell?


But... here. Take one of my old stock. I'm sure you'll find a good use for it.


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 3


Help underway.


By all means, get...


APPROACH, UGLY ONE.


Oi!


On my way.


True Soul... Gut...


I shall seize it.


Something's on my mind.


Most would think us mad for wandering right into the middle of a goblin war clan... I suppose that goes to demonstrate just how desperate we are.


Hope has died at the devil's hands.


Ugh - that potion's near wrecked my innards.


Mors animae!<br>v2


Hardly the place, darling.


Take more care.


Feel that calm? The stone's free at last.


*Your courage has been tested, and in this, at least, you have triumphed.*


Good luck - he's the fastest dog in the <i>world</i>.


Bah - the place is crawling with Watchers. The duke's safer than a snail in a steel shell.


I've got what you need.


...You think I don't see that pathetic fumbling? I expected better of my kin.


What's in here?


Effort v4


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


That doesn't look good.<br>


I've got you.


Manser Biggs... husband of Lanpos... father to Grindo and Hastar...


You <i>must</i> accept. Refuse, and you will know my fury.


Da mihi facta!


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


*Images of the Underdark's famed torments sometimes flicker in your head, but your place amongst your kin seems long-lost.*


Oh please, there's no need for such language. I promised you Cazador's death and I more than delivered.


I feel your mind, Karlach. It is immense - it is beautiful.


Shit. Florrick's a true friend and ally - we can't let them hang her.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 5


((*they broke our peace. they killed our young*))


We do not eradicate our enemies entirely because they make us strong. And if there is no external threat, we turn our knives on one another.


Invoco te!<br>v3


Shall we have one last night together before you join me in immortality? One for the road, so to speak.


*The newborn mind flayer stares at you, weak and dazed.*


I've carved up goblins from here to inner Chult. We will overcome, whatever the odds.


That 'something' was the inimitable Crown of Karsus. Gortash absconded with it - catching the interest of a devil named Raphael.


Rise and fight!


This guy's funny! I like his monocle. Anyone who wears a monocle is all right with me. In fact, <i>I</i> should get a monocle.


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


Let's face facts, Master, you might never be.


*She's dissolved your warlock skills, just as she promised. But Ansur has blessed you as the Heart of the Gate.*


*The fresco shows a group of druids blessing a damp cave. A weak ritual for a weak god.*


I didn't mean that as a slight. I cherish our adventures, but even if we prevail, you must know the end is in sight, mustn't you?


So Cazador wishes to ascend at your expense? Somehow, I doubt you intend to accept that meekly.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


It comes with a cost, yes. All great things do.


Fine, keep it. Call it a sample, yeah?<br>


A terrible fate, to be trapped here so long.


GaspFrightened<br>var 1


<i>Ummmmmmmmmm...</i>


That lot could give the Thieves' Guild a run for their money.


Step one: remember the platform locations. Step two: jump, just as the book explained.


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


Selûnite. I would have burned this, once.


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


Ready yourself. Raphael won't give up his treasure without a fight.<br>


SmileOpen<br>var 4


Swift as my feet can carry me.


Tressyms are exceptionally intuitive. And also, you wear your emotions like a very garish cravat.


Impressive. I don't think even Baldur's Gate's is so large.


That's the last of him - I hope.


I did, once. More fool me.


Dying Deep Exhale


What are you talking about? Of course not - you know the rules.


Hark! A dung golem!


Dragon! Look out!


Abandoned by the looks of it. Perhaps it had a leak.


Careful...


Hells. That's no help at all.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


Ex Textura!<br>v3


You ask me? I would relish nothing more than burning the ghaik threat from this rock.


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


We'll never get through. We <i>need</i> that smokepowder.


The lesson is death.


Oh, I know plenty about you already, knave.


Sure, we cheated to get here, but you could argue that makes our victory <i>more</i> legitimate.


Cresceat scientia!


I'm sorry. I'm <i>really </i>sorry. I promise I tried my best.


Well ain't that a crying shame for you...


The scent of Netheril hangs heavy in this place. The brain is close, as is the crown. I'm glad we face such a monster together.


Shut up and keep your mucky little peep-holes peeled.


Still here, valued client? The drinks are still inside.


My little trick.


As long as they live, the Prism is compromised.


Frange! v3


...Look, I just need someone to fetch me a gith egg. Can you do that?


You have crossed me, and for that, I end your pathetic life.


Enough games. We have other business here.


Timmask and torchstalks. Hell of a combination.


At the ready.<br>


But you... you look so much juicier. FEED!


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


I'll be right back.


Moonlanterns to keep the curse back, burly guards to fight off any monsters - I could get used to this place.


Screaming - from down there, below the windmill.


A waste of air, but very well.


Dead goblins, dead travellers.


*A strange symbol glows, marked on their flesh, and something within you stirs in response.*


A rune. But for what?


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


Why map what is already known? A disloyal heart, a craven heart, a <i>shadow </i>heart.


I just think we shouldn't be letting our guard down.


No! Too much yelling, too much pain. All must die!


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


I need a moment for the two of us.


I only hope nobody of importance was hurt in the explosion.


Laridda. We're hardly overburdened with friends down here. Let's hear him out.


You aided a bear without knowing if it would savage you? A true friend of nature - or perhaps a lunatic.


They're almost cute. Almost...


*You don't have permission to be here. You're about to be ejected.*


*'Yes,' you think. Your answer is out there somewhere. And you're going to have fun finding it.*


Together we rule Faerûn as kings. No, more than kings - <i>gods</i>. We rule as the Absolute.


Uh huh. Isn't she beautiful?


<i>Psst. Move, or Boo will poke you a second time.</i>


<i>Gh'rack</i>! A pity Dhourn cannot say the same.


Don't get chatty with the prisoners, mind you. The Warden won't like that.


Cultists... threat to Baldur's Gate... Jaheira's orders...


*Bark! Bark!*


*Sniff.* STINKS of CHEESE. *Sniff.* Between his PIGGY TOES.


No, no... there must be some mistake. Right, Lunkbug?


Means nothing to me.


If you insist.


As a boy, my bond with father was too deep to miss the mother I never had.


Hold on! I'm coming.


Chunks.


*You've been caught trespassing. You're about to be taught a very painful lesson.*


Looks like it would've made a powerful weapon.


I possessed the spirit of a gleeker and the art of a wizard.


I swear myself to Shadowheart, the Nightsinger's chosen.


Could just be good luck. But sooner or later, it's bound to run out.


One of the big kids.


You aren't very nice. But I am. So you can stay.


Certified non-magically-altered produce. Flavour guaranteed!


I will not fail you.


Advisor Balthazar has taken the prisoners into his care. He'll shape them to Her design - even if he must break them first.


A good likeness. Though I prefer the real thing.


Success.


You really are a godsend. But - one more thing...


Are you the one in charge or not?


Blasted thing. Come here!


Let's not stand around. Predators like these can smell spilled blood a mile away.


That wound looks bad.<br>


Githyanki pelts must cure the same way as anyone else's. You're flesh and blood, after all...


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


Virtus et scientia!


Don't mind if I do.


This mess falls on our heads, Minsc. The city under siege - its people poisoned by the cult - it all might have been avoided if you had just put your feelings aside and listened.


Good - you are awake. I want to taste your fear.


I cannot imagine taking on a camp full of goblins was a simple task.


The General's just wrapping up a few loose ends. Besides - city's going nowhere.


Where am I? What's going on?


Hark! A dung golem!


When you tire of their company, come to me. Tonight, you are mine.


Brighter! <i>Louder! </i>BIGGER!


I am Vlaakith. Undying Queen of the noble githyanki. God Regent of the Six Arms of Tu'narath.


Gods! What the hell is this?


Dying Freezing to Death


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


*None can truly know what goes on beneath Elminster's tattered old hat. Just because he has centuries worth of wisdom, doesn't mean he's direct, or honest, in sharing it.*


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


Recovered <br>V3


Of course. I belong in battle.


It says there's a cellar here somewhere.


Buff


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


Dying Burning<br>v4


You have refused the gift of penance, dear one. I will waste no more time asking you.


Dying Deep Exhale


When words fail.<br>


What a day.


Like this? Yah! Yah!


Behold - the leech, for draining humours most foul.


Now, where'd he go?


<i>Ch'r'ai.</i> Vlaakith's justice in flesh.


Bless us, master. May we be worthy of you.


Huh. That is no ordinary tadpole.


I most certainly will not.


Yet you are not bleeding. For I am <i>nothing</i> if not merciful.


Help!


That thing's not going to hold together much longer.


Locked in. That's rarely good news.


Da mihi facta!


BreathRecovery<br>var 3


Shadows, take your prize!


It seems the articles have the measure of you then - a thorough troublemaker. Begone!


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


<i>Nothing's </i>below her - not if she thinks she's owed a cut. Let's just keep our heads down.


Can't talk. Bloody oil's gummed up my nets.


*You avoided a fight this time, but bullying your way out of Moonrise is a risky proposition.*


I'd already disarmed her.


*It is a tiefling man - the girl Arabella's father, presumably.*


At once.<br>


Yeah. Right. I hope so, anyway.


Looks to be a powerful weapon. I wonder if it was used on the githyanki nearby.


There's no way in the hells that those scenes and these murders aren't connected somehow.


Help is near.


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


Gods, I'm alive. Thought that mind flayer would kill me.


You got your orders. I'm not taking one more whack.


You're a good one. I won't forget it.


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


Those of your kind. Orin - I am sure you already know that so long as she lives, she will never stop hunting you.


A pity then, that it's not your decision to make.


Crescit eundo!<br>v2


Unfortunate. Fail twice more, and my embrace may elude you.


Use it wisely.


*Your thoughts don't sit well with you. Could Vlaakith really have sacrificed Gith in exchange for the dragon alliance - and control of the empire?*


I'm Alfira - a bard from the grove. I don't mean any harm!


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


<i>I too feel this choice's... sorrow. But there are but a handful of hostages and Ravengard's survival will save thousands.</i>


You are right.


That's why it keeps losing. Dummy.


Please, do not delay. Contentment is within your grasp - just step inside, with an open mind.


I do not know if this is more blessing or curse, but it is at least something.


Behold the dance of death.


<i>Hhhhnnnnhhh. </i>


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


... right.


Best to move before the blood draws more of them.


Always need a new dose of misery.


This is no githyanki relic. It must do something else.


*Lockpicking is forbidden. Something is happening...*


GruntAngry<br>var 1


An iron flask, teeming with magic. A fortunate find indeed.


The brothers in arms have perished. Never did find their sister, I suppose.


Not a clue - my head is still melted. Feels like I've been sucking on fog for days.


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


Confusio!


I shall offer your blood to Lady Shar.


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


*There is no answer from the presence.*


So did I!


The druid is unique. He has a lot of experience with this type of arrangement.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


You're agitated. I'd keep an eye on that. My Steel Watch are sensitive to anything they perceive as a threat.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Fate seems determined to make a mindflayer of you, as it would make a cataclysm of me. Make your choice - the orb will be there regardless.


Lose the Netherstones, we lose everything. So - pick them up please.


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


Oh, enough. Zhentarim! TO ARMS!


Note this trunk of lies.


To you, he will be a friend. After all, you're at war with an elder brain.


Shut tight. There must be <i>some</i> way to open it.


Burned from the inside out. Whose work is this, I wonder?


Godspeed. And come back whenever you need something.


He said he could get me and my gang get to Baldur's Gate. I reckon he can do it too - don't care what your 'lore' says.


Effort v8


Pawns, king, queen - is this lanceboard?


Dying Burning<br>v4


What happens next is out of our hands.


What creatures live in waters this dark?


Thou quivering plague rat!


Called out your buddy, but he seemed to get away without a scratch. You can't pull the wool over my eyes.


An' we got what we needed. Ya weren't 'alf bad, for a half-breed. Drow'll be happy when she hears it.<br>


Softly.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


But, one fool to another, I can't say I judge you. The thing I hunt has slipped away from me.


It's a long shot, but - maybe you've grown fond of me. Gods know I've grown fond of you.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Argh, that's hot!


We should get a closer look at that amulet. What do you think?


I will - thanks to you!


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


Can't leave anyone stuck.


I've come up with a ballad about you  - it's called the  'Festering Worm'


It was always meant to be like this, Karlach. You and I, ruling side by side. Let a new dawn begin.


Toobin will lie, torment, and scheme until his dying breath. Kill him - or the Ironhands will.


Vincit qui patitur!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


I'll take you all on! Just try me.


Is there no corner of this plane they don't infest?


They just keep coming.


Oh I don't know. It might be worth it.


It's full.


Effort


It's an impressive temple, I'll give you that.


Maybe not.


*Vellioth's first lesson is always to dominate. Allow none to be your equal.*


*The very same visitor who Vlaakith seems so eager to kill - and Voss seems so eager to free.*


We have the hammer - we can free Orpheus.


Why are you here? I sent you to Zevlor.


Dirt and debris.


What is your name?


Closed Mouth Effort v8


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


The githyanki from the mind flayer ship. A shame he didn't survive.


I can't let that happen. I want to lead this city to glory - not scorch its earth.


Someone should report this to the gazette.


Worth a try.<br>


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


Your time in the Hells has toughened you up. Made a worthy partner out of you.


Another one down. Just in time.


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


Hopefully this will all be over soon.


Oh, very good. Very good. Yes, Fireliia keeps a rather lax house, doesn't she?


Hostium munera!<br>v2


Get in here - we've got trouble!


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


I'm afraid doubt is all I know these days.


Kiai<br>Var 3


Although, what of them? What are you going to do with the ones we brought here?


You're either with the Absolute or against her. Ain't no in-between.


There aint' no one coming to help us - we ought to be helping ourselves. Tools down, banners up!


Do <i>not </i>drop the cargo! Break a crate and I break your head!


I've got one!


Now if I can just get to the transponder.


Fiat voluntas dei!


Tempora mutantur!


I'm talking about the murder attempt.


Effort v12


Where did he go...?


Ah, <i>invited</i>. Carrying a letter.


The shadow curse is upon us. As foul as I remember it - perhaps even worse.


Almost too easy.


I've the plans and the sussur bark. Now I just need a forge.


You're bad, so surrender and die. First you, and then...


You felled a fellow soldier as they attempted to defend me.


Tell you what - give it here and we'll say no more about it.


If I ever have a potrait commissioned, I too would like zombies to pour from it on command.


The baby - do you hear the baby crying? Oh, never mind. Auntie got it.


Which worg upchucked you?


Impero tibi!<br>v2


'A good soldier knows when he isn't the man for the job.' So sayeth Florrick.


Then I will watch the horizon for you each day, and fix your image in my mind each night, until I feel your touch again.


So this was Shadowheart's little hideaway? Well that explains some things...


Let's hope the locals are friendly.


Clausus!


You can't just swallow every bit of story-book tripe that you hear. Do I strike you as a lost little girl looking for a hero?


No mistakes now. The boss won't wants no interruptions while the Zhent is here.


If the True Soul dies, you're gettin' the blame.


What do you mean 'what else is down there'?


I will gather a raiding party and move into position.


We hold the Hammer in hand, and you stood against me. Still - I see a path to ascension.


I know my like, child of Bhaal - but I needed to see you slaughter, first. To take life and <i>revel</i> in it.


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


If I must.<br>


If it's already paid for, you lose nothing by delivering it to me instead. Right, citizen?<br>


True. And I don't plan to waste a moment more.


Place is overrun with gnolls.


And the True Soul?


Dead - by her own kin's hand.


A Selûne prayer book? We should leave it, unless we need kindling for our campfire.


No, Jaheira! The Zhent, the Guild - two cheeks of the same evil end. Minsc will punt them from the city, and with them all memory of this <i>Stone Lord</i>.


Wiv all respect, the boss is talkin'.


Where in the Nine Hells have you been?


I can't... Whatever powers I have, they are dwarfed by the evil of this place.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


But you said you'd get rid of them! And I believed you - more fool me.


*She sees the entrance to the grove as the adventurers retreat inside, joining the tieflings...*


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Enlightenment... love... power...


This place, and its people, are lost. The only way we'll make it to Baldur's Gate is on our own.


Do not patronise me. Purity is Vlaakith's promise. <i>This was the way.</i>


You did it, Jen. You found your way home.


It's tearing the city apart. We need to push onward, find a tendril we can climb.


I think he has finally passed. I do believe he'll laugh his way through the City of Judgement entire.


I'm sure they'd consider the feeling mutual, if they could.


MY HAMSTER WILL COUNT TO THREE! LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS, ZHENTARIM, AND BOO WILL SPARE YOUR LIVES!


A wonder, isn't it? A light so bright, it can pierce even cursed shadows.


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


Need I remind you you're addressing a wizard? I know what's going on - it's happening to me as well.


*It turns away, unimpressed.*


We know he plans on something higher profile next - a little operation the Guild has running in the Counting House.


*Your mind wanders to the Astral Plane. Immortality awaits, if - or rather, <i>when</i> - you gain Vlaakith's favour.*


Always need a new dose of misery.


If we're to survive, I have no choice but to trust you. Can I?


Hag can't have gone far.


Pity about Halsin. I was getting used to having an extra Strong around. He smelled nice, too. Like outside.


Vae victis!<br>v2


Yet you are proof that still I will rise, and Bhaal and Myrkul will yield.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


...Yeah, she's not coming back.


SFX_VO: I took a deep breath - and ROARED.*


<i>Vlaakith gha'g shkath zai!</i>


These melodies...


There's the makings of a fine follower of Mystra within you, give or take a few decades of studying the Weave.


Oh, don't look so dour, Bertram. You can do two walks tomorrow to make up for it.


No time to lose.


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


I'm sure. If there's a cure to be found, we'll track it down. And if not, I'll still have you.


Blasted fog is everywhere.


Caution is a luxury we don't have. Let's rest and wake up at first light.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


*Despite your best attempts to be subtle, the mind flayer's awareness is everywhere. You blunder in its presence like a worg pup learning to walk.*


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


The task ahead is monumental. But you've proven that you have the resolve to do what must be done.


Not that you'll be grateful.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


That was close - but not in the clear yet.


But the moment we were alone, she spouted some drivel about my integrity and loyalty.


It's a bed and a roof for me. But off you go, master ranger.


Stay strong.


I never thought I'd see this. The Grand Harper, brought to her knees before me.


Oh <i>bollocks </i>- I told those idiots not to let anyone through.


I must admit, I didn't expect anyone would come to my aid. Who in their right mind would infiltrate a goblin infested temple. Unless...


<i>Twist'em up!</i>


AH! Nearly had it!


From there, I made some inquiries of my own - saw first-hand how easily the cult could turn friend to foe, with but the twist of a tadpole.


I have you.


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


This would be the worst time to take a nap.


Uuuuagh... Uuuuagh...


A passphrase, 'Sicarius', and a location... We should find this 'Candulhallow' place.


Hardly even worth selling.


Move! Or Boo shall get to biting!


Torre!


Come off it, Vistra. You've been doing this same rant for years.


Could do for a brew.


Ask and receive. My lips are sealed.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


You've seen what Ethel did - imagine the destruction a hag could cause in a city this size? With people this desperate?


Maior, fortior!


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 1


I have to stand on one leg until she believes me.


Buff


Devastation beyond measure... We must prevail. We must heal the damage that has been wrought.


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


You promised him THE CROWN?


They're the ones that will guide you to victory.


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


*In Memory of Kaela Bellsworth; thrice married, thrice widowed, always smiling.*


*Here lies the Houndmaster of the Durinbolds, surrounded by his loyal pack, good boys and girls all.*


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


Loquere si tibi placet!


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 4


I'm looking too, but not seeing very much.


Take the city - let the Ironhands reign supreme. I just wish to go home, and to hold my daughter.


Hardly deserving of this.


You are <i>far </i>too generous, Master Meztli. You must allow us <i>some</i> way to reimburse you.


Well of course I would have! Sweet hells, it's not every day you can do a horizontal dance with a devil.


Too late, cuck. Nobody but us leaves this place alive.


Never mind how I got it - just be glad I have it. For now, let's just help each other. What do you say?


Fiat lux!<br>v2


Thanks. Don't die.


Just make sure you don't get caught. If they raise the alarm, they'll trigger the collars.


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


Pus-supping maggot.


I have no need for a thrall - you would merely get in the way.


The Weave is constant, but it's users? Anything but. We must be on our guard.


Then you're lucky to be alive.


<i>Thirrrsty.</i>


Tunnels underneath the Open Hand Temple...  and a 'Father Lorgan' written down as well.


She is First Druid in Halsin's absence. With him caught - or dead - by goblins, none may gainsay her.


I don't take that lightly, Lae'zel of Crèche K'liir. Your esteem  - your... your <i>everything </i>- means so much to me. I know it isn't lightly given.


Perhaps.


Wow. And here I thought you looked like a nice one. Guess I was wrong.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


Hm. Once the Absolute's finished, I'll be sure to propose your idea to the Council.


<i>Damn.</i>


VO_SFX : Downed v2


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


Can't leave you in a bind.


Is that...? Hells - the shadows have taken Lae'zel.


Te exsecror!<br>v2


Very well.


Err... Yeah, that's right!