Get lost, ya sick horn-face.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


Listen here.


<i>Tsk'va!</i> The banished prince willing, I'll bite back.


Yes. Um, alms for the poor?


*The boat beckons you aboard.*


An unfortunate coincidence. I hope never to meet the wicked man who haemorrhaged shadows over this peaceful village. I've heard you might be the person to stop him.


Misplaced, self-important concern. She must learn to respect the balance of all things. But the grove still needs her.


She's their little sister. And... she's staying with me.


I've got you.


Caeco te!<br>v3


Watch it. The students are as fanatical as their teacher.


Should get started.


Falling


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


Another gem. Better get hold of it.


It should be here somewhere. He said there was a hidden passage underneath the temple.


Voco potentia!<br>v3


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 3


No more games. Say my name!


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


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 3


Moonrise? There's a lot resting on what we find in that place. It had better deliver.


Better hope not, I'll run out of coin if I stay here a day longer than I have to.


Vos curo!<br>v3


You're right to question.


Doesn't make any sense...


Thou art saucy as gruel.


You've made a grave mistake.


Plenty of knowledge to be found in these books and scrolls, friend. That'll stand to you long after the spent gold is forgotten.


*All living things that possess a mind are yours to manipulate, to <i>consume</i>. Even as you think the thought, you feel hungry.*


They're the darkness at the edge of Queen Vlaakith's light. It's easy to get... lost in their shadow.


Agilius!


<i>I care.</i>


Who's roundin' up the spiders?


Clear off. 'Fore I <i>push</i> you off.


A bit of a bind.


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


*If you don't find a way to remove the tadpole burrowed in your brain soon, your future will be as blank as your past.*


Slimy bastards are dead. Hope it wasn't pretty.


Whatever the dog thinks, being here is much better than being out <i>there</i>. Right, my dear?


That wound looks bad.<br>


What? That every duke's just the same as the last, sticking up for each other as the sky falls around us?


Ripen for me, slaughterer. I will make you perfect.


Eagles can be killed? Incredible! Thank you, kind, tall, ugly stranger. <i>My </i>nest awaits.


Let's give this a try.


*You feel its connection. Its longing to be opened - to share its secrets.*


How are we fixed on supplies? Sound off.


This one is a True Soul parasite. It can enhance you.


Cudo! v2


So, you and Lae'zel? Seems tense.


A fake. And not even a good one.


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


<i>They're going to call for help! Stop them!</i>


<i>I knew it. </i>I <i>knew </i>she wasn't dead.


You discovered what lies at the Heart of the Absolute - the Crown of Karsus - and you disobeyed my instruction. <i>Why?</i>


Dead drow and some skeletons. I wonder what happened.


Oi!


I may be slow to anger, but I will <i>not</i> have you sully this moment of most sorrowful import with ill-considered levity!


Rise and fight!


But from what you tell me, I had it easy compared to the rest of you.


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


Oh, pardon. I'll leave you to drop dead in your own time, then.


By Balduran's bones - Halsin spoke true. The land is swallowed by curse.


Now I've got a dead priest to deal with as well.


Trust me, you don't want to miss my signature Menzoberranzan Love Trick.


To hells with it.


Bhaal below, this could be my old chamber...


This is it - the helm. The <i>ghaik</i> who infected us will be inside. Do not not let it overcome you.


'Nightsong' - not exactly a name I'd associate with the Absolute.


GruntDisgust<br>var 3


Better see what is inside.


Wait - before you head off into the shadows, there's... something else.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Must there? You wouldn't expect a wolf and a deer to find a way to work together.


I hear shouting up ahead.


*A fine selection of tongs - the one indispensable tool of the artisan's workshop, it seems. Tongs. So many tongs.*


Everything has changed. What matters now is that I can stand up to Cazador.


It seems Petras was right - the rules no longer apply to our dear brother.


*Cough.* Bloody cold...


Say 'yes', and you brave turbulent waters.


If only that foul creature had been compelled to perform surgery on himself years before.


Barbarian Roar<br>v3


From... crash... took by... bad people...


How tedious.


*Her screams for help as the Watcher draws its sword are the last thing you hear.*


Move it!


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


Besides that dragon's hoard you got from the Counting House?


What am I supposed to do here...?


Either way, these corpses prove one thing: this is the city Halsin mentioned.


*Your words are enough to resolve the matter. Still, you need to leave.*


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


A liar as well as a fool? I hope you're at least <i>digestible</i>.


Taking my due.


Stand back, or I'll melt your eyes out of your skull.


*You open your eyes with a lurch, and you are not in your bed.*


Looks like a trap there.


Best I've had in years. Mistress of the house lets me operate from here for a fair price. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy.


*The <i>zaith'isk</i>. In its unnatural embrace lies the hope of being cured. You feel your parasite stir.*


Dodge


You needed to see for yourself. And now you have.


Diminuo te!<br>v3


Hells. Then our chance has passed.


Don't worry about the smell, citizen - probably just the drains. Nothing to concern yourself with.


I kick up my feet, order a brew, watch 'em work. They'll complain, but they love it, I'm telling you.


Back to the fight, coward!


Boat's free - get over here!


That was horrible.


<i>The boy </i>is upstairs. <i>The girls </i>were a little rough in their play earlier.


Necklace has a Harper sigil. Why were they here?


We'll get him together - as soon as we can. Right?


Father! Hold on - I'm coming!


<i>When Orpheus' mother left, a usurper took her place - Vlaakith declared herself 'queen' of the githyanki.</i>


All I know is the roof's the best nest-spot on the whole Chionthar. I got there first, too. Before the <i>thieves</i> showed up.


<i>Stories.</i> Tall tales and big names, lad - don't let them fool you.


Your command is my wish. Your demand is my desire.


Must have been fishing when these monsters came. Bad luck.


But you... You showed compassion, and kindness. You're just like - never mind.


It seems the whispers were right, on that last part. At some point she confused her ambitions for the Nightsinger's will.


There you are. The infernal. I knew there must be one in the area. If we survive this, let's speak again. I'm a mechanic - we might be of use to one another.


A nice new power should keep you muzzled.


Wondrous news - Baldur's Gate has a new duke! Gortash will do marvellously, don't you think?


No hesitation.


Stars and the full moon... is this what that dwarf's poem was talking about?


Text is too faded. Doesn't tell me who was worshipped here.


All right, then.


Incredible. An elf and a bronze dragon - allies at sea.


Keep your word, and we will reveal them to you.


Incredible... your parasite is even stronger now.


CoughIll<br>var 2


Help! Someone's trying to kill me!


Oh, but you protest too much. Now I know you were practicing your swordplay.


Well, that's not good.<br>


Who adorned these walls? Better to have hung a mirror, and taken a good long look at themselves.


Yes?


Voco spicae!


Brother, please, just come home with us. There is no need to fight.


Let's hop to it. I can't <i>wait </i>to have this done!


The True Soul who saved my life - and a Sharran, if my senses don't deceive me.


Cudo! v2


You have the natural elegance of a dancer.


Wait, that bear - Darkmaw the Wicked? The Terror of Cloakwood?


*Sleep is a hazy oasis on the far side of a desert of worry.*


Goodbye.


Soldier?


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


This time I'll fight for my freedom. I'm not going down that easily!


It is no small thing, to slay one's life-bringers. Shadowheart did what was right, not what was easy.


Dying Deep Exhale


Shit - you saw her: <i>advocatus diaboli.</i>


Go get boss if you want to talk.


Why fight yourself if you can get someone else to do it for you, right?


His people are lucky to have such a noble prince. I hope manages to adjust to his new way of life.


Sniff<br>var 3


Do it for Minsc!


I need to get out of here!


Nine Hells, it's <i>everywhere</i>!


This is - well... you know, I have no idea what to do with you.


Perhaps the gods have abandoned us. Perhaps they have abandoned all of Faerûn.


Let's march!


<i>Where are the others? Mari, Barton? Did he kill them...?</i>


Recovered <br>V3


He's scarpered - and I suppose it's up to us to find him.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Anything else?


Later!


We need to get out of here - before it's our turn.


I'm... sure you'll do just that. Right, Danis?


This lair is cleansed - no trace of Cazador remains. You are a true hunter.


It's gone - the entire crèche is destroyed.


Don't. Turn. Around.


Locked up in Wyrm's Rock. Hardly the homecoming I expected.


Damn it - they just keep coming!


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


For one, that thing in your head is like nothing we've ever seen from mind flayers.


*You feel the rat twitching on the edge of panic - something waits in the great hollow below.*


Obedi me!<br>v3


As I discovered. It isn't so often that the bear is the one being eyed hungrily.


Hells, I need to get out of here.


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


If only faith was enough to ward off every bully of the wilds.


And you - my door is always open, petal. Auntie Ethel is here for you.


Punge!


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Hot blood and bluster. But perhaps I can use you.


Laridda? She was a bit surprised to find out I wasn't dead, to put it mildly. Then angry.


Please hurry. Please, save us.


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


Not the foggiest. Normally they fly true as an elven arrow.


A little chicanery.


Still, I would've liked more for my trouble than a pat on the head and vinegar for wine.


Oh! What is <i>in</i> that?


Ignorance is agony, my friend. I will include you in my prayers. I'd better get started - for your sake.


If you see Lady Jannath, do tell her that we've run out of lobster, won't you?


Sine metu!<br>v3


Oh, you're - uh, y-yes, of course.


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


But go on - spill some blood prove me wrong. If there truly is a justiciar, the song will end and you will be vindicated.


The second I'm out of here...


Just like I thought. Yers is prettier 'n mine. S'pose it does the job, though.


We also do a range of fetching liveries and complimentary perfume spritzers - all seasonal, of course.


So now we're makin' sure this lad regrets not tellin' us.


The most famous wizard in the realms delivers you a secret letter, and you intend to read it... <i>some day</i>?


Voss was right. The <i>qua'nith</i> alerted us to the hunters.


Pity we had to kill him. He seemed more lonely than cruel.


Oh dear - you're not going to come over all pleasant and homely, are you?


Better stay back. One strike could be lethal.


Frange! v3


Ah. Well. Perhaps I only needed to sneeze.


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


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


I... I didn't realise. Apologies, please enter.


If not, I fear for everyone here.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


Yeah, I bet. <i>Shoo</i>.


Auribus teneo lupum!


Please don't! What do you want from me? It's not my fault - I was forced to do this. Framed, even!


I'm not leaving - you can't make me!


Keep... trying... and trying...


What comes next for us, I wonder...?


Few possess the temperament required to gaze into death's abyss. Fewer still to reach in and take from it.


No, we wouldn't. It's pointless.


Effort v7


Neither of us agreed to a lot of what's happened lately. Perhaps together, we can change that.


You're the one who knocked my jaw out of joint.


Eh? You forget something?


Can you believe the injustice? Our beloved editor falls in the line of duty, and they don't give me his job? Disgusting.


An honest-to-goodness coward. It's almost refreshing to see.


The blacksmith's blueprints. Weapons, from the looks of it.


At ease, Harpers - but stay close by.


Not someone I'd rush to speak with.


Inficio!


VO_SFX : Initial Downed<br>


An ill thing, to let an enemy show their back and live.


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


Suffice it to say, I think rather a lot of you. And there aren't many on this plane who I'd give such high praise.


There are many more battles ahead, and they will not be so easily won. You will need allies.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


*A huge, polished disc looms before you. A mirror - but one that offers no reflection. All you see in it is a void of endless darkness.*


Boo's battle cry is too high for your hearing - but you should tremble all the same.


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


*Geraldus isn't nervous, he's <i>terrified</i> - and he's using 'Selûne's Tears' as some kind of code.*


What's hiding here?


Terribly sorry, my friend.


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


Dark, silent, and deeply unsettling. Feels like home.


No more prayers... only silence and dust.


What in the hells - get back!


Baldur's Mouth is truly remarkable. I had thought the purpose of a broadsheet was to inform the people, but I see now that I was mistaken.


A Sharran artefact, and remarkably blood-free. A rare thing indeed.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v2


Maybe if I squint?


'Yes, but where's your family? Who's son are you <i>really? </i>' When mother was done with him... well, let's say he won't have any sons of his <i>own</i> to worry about.


A scream from below! And not because I sat on Boo.


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 3


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


Closed Mouth Effort v5


That wriggler swimming in your brain juice is a bit of an inconvenience, isn't it?


You must have heard the big explosion from the harbour! I felt it right down in my... <i>you</i> know.


How much did you drink, you idiot <i>dokal</i>?


*Think of all the places where people live in ignorance of Lady Shar's teachings... it is nothing less than your solemn duty to usher them towards her embrace.


A hidden door. Who has the time to design such things?


Those boots look quite special. Something for Gale, maybe?


A half-drow, but a True Soul? The Absolute's blessings may atone for the impurities of your blood.


How long were you skulking there, practicing that rhyme before I arrived?


There was a battle here once - a large one.


They mentioned my scars and a rite... I need to get to that crypt and find out what these damn markings are <i>really for</i>.


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


Oh, a drow, a dragonborn, and a cleric of Cyric walk into a bar. Your standard fare.


Now that that's settled, we can get to finding a healer.


We should request aid from Candlekeep while there's still time.


Oh. You're back. Uh - he's all yours.


Praise his ever-bleedin' axe, praise his throne of flamin' iron. Praise Maglubiyet!


So I wonder. If Minsc can be a villain, and Nine-Fingers call herself a hero: must it be so with all creatures? Is there good and evil within us all?


It's a secret even to me.


If you're here for a burial, good luck. The carpenter round back claims there's a 'backlog'. We asked for a child-sized coffin, but he said it'll take a <i>month</i>.


Thus, I'm sure it would be quite a harmless affair.


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


Move along now - there's nothing to see here.


He's down the corridor in the eastern wing, on the other side of the captain's quarters.


He will not stay down for long - do something, before he is lost to us forever!


I've never heard something so beautiful...


Revolting. Corpses carry disease - they must be buried or burned.


Kneel at the altar. The Absolute is waiting. And Her gifts are very, very real.


Best foot forward.


BOOOAL! Our Lord has been murdered!


*While the cage is sturdy, the lock is old. It could be jammed shut - so not even a key could open it.*


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


In here!


Seems that way! But I'm a bit out of practice, to be honest.


Effort v3


So?


*Grunt.*


Intactilis sum!


It is a tool, ready to be shaped by its wielder. By me. And you know me to be someone of reasonably sound moral judgement, don't you?


Look at those boots. I sense magic - in droves.


Well met, citizen.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Let's spare the both of us the bother, shall we? Whoever you think I am... I'm not her.


I'm on my break - let me have some peace, won't you?


Paw prints, but leading where - trap, treasure, or distraction?


Then we begin.


<i>Orin is unreliable. This one - this one shows promise. He keeps his word, I keep mine. We will rule as one.</i>


Attack


I shall see to it.


I'm not laughing at... yes, I am.


<i>Hells</i> that was strong. Thought my skull was going to crack.


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


A foot, smeared with paint... among other things. This must belong to Dribbles.


Anyway, I told the entity to make tracks. I don't need anything else from this tadpole, thanks very much.


An earthquake, perhaps - strong enough to rouse the dead, too.


Must be the tadpole.


Hunting one devil, allying yourself with another. Our journey gets more curious by the second.


If there's any conclusion to be drawn from this, I think it's that Omeluum and I are safest back in the Underdark.


Yes, I'll free you.


At this stage, I'll agree to just about anything.


Cudo!


Shame he was as <i>poor</i> as a chicken.


If they didn't kill him when we ran, they probably will once they get to Moonrise.


You have your charms... more than you think.


Astarion - you tried to <i>bite</i> me.


ARGH. Where is the knuckle-dragging gobshite that killed me?


Barbarian Roar<br>v4


My wife shall be delighted! Customs are her favourite - particularly when their facial structure is as... <i>unique</i> as yours.


I've got what you need.


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


I'll mete out the best ones, bit by bit, so you always have a reason to keep me around. Clever, right?


These toys are like the ones we found in the barn.  Now we know where they came from.


But to trade an ally like chattel - you and the <i>Mother Superior</i> make fine bedfellows already.


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


A knife in the dark.


Correct.


Not what I'd expected. There was a sense of... emptiness.


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


What, you're going to strong-arm me, are you? I'd like to see how that ends for you.


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


I shall make sweet music of your screams!


Consider this a preview for when we get to Baldur's Gate. Remember - the first round is on me.


Told you: hunting. Slave ran away. Took Sergeant Thrinn's boots.


*The Blood War. <i>You</i> saw it from above as the nautiloid passed through Avernus - this woman was on the frontline.*


I asked you to leave. Staying will only disrupt the balance of this grove.


Got them moving rubble. Need to clear a path through to some ruins. The Absolute wants something tucked away in there, and we're to find it.


True Soul? Absolute? What were they raving on about?


Hopefully it comes no closer.


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


I have just the thing.


Don't give up yet.


They dissolved into mist. Some vampire spawn are superior to others, it seems.


You can stay. Just keep your hands to yourself, all right?


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


<i>The Morphic Pool is beneath the city. That is where we must go. Do not waste your time here - turn back! </i>


I shall cleanse it for you, my Queen. Tell me how.


Tell me, do you believe in love at first sight?


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


So, you feeling up to killing a hag yet?


Perhaps you cannot find them - root them out - because they are your allies? Hm?


But I know this for sure: Master Halsin is the only one close to understanding these things. He's your best bet to survive.


I wonder what happened to that drow.


It would...


Better fetch that.<br>


Father and son, unstoppable generals. You and your allies will usher in a new dawn.


I hope the <i>kith'rak </i>sends me to help find the artefact next.


Karlach - you were all fire and fury. I pray to the Triad it doesn't consume you.


You absolute <i>eejit</i>.


Unholy Assassin. The tribunal can hang their title from another neck.


Persistent, isn't it? Looks like you made a new friend for life.


Bomb in my head about to go off. Great.


Platform's covered in rust - must be older than bonedust.


We've been through so much, and the worst is yet to come. I have every reason to feel terrified... hopeless... like giving up.


That coin's worth plenty. Don't let a squid get their tentacles on it.


Technically, I'm a vampire spawn. But don't worry, I'll stick to biting those who're trying to kill us. Mostly.


I shall watch over them still until thou changest thy mind.


I could use company.


If I must.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


I need a moment for the two of us.


Strange place for a fisher's vessel. Must've been abandoned.


We need to get out of here - <i>now.</i>


'Spose I've still got the smaller coffin designs from when... Ahem.


I will not mince words.


So I shall. Now let's run a hunt.


<i>Time to bite, my owlbear friend!</i>


You want through? Talk to Edwynna.


It's the gift that keeps on giving - at least now it's giving us something <i>useful</i>.


What's it bloody look like? We're teaching this 'ere pipsqueak to fly!


Steel Watcher - on guard!


<i>Part the veil separating darkness from light.</i>


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


Well, Boo? How do you want to do this?


*For now, whatever designs of your own with regards to the crown will have to wait. But not for long. It will be in your hands soon enough, and you have quite the decision to make.*


Shred me. Tear me. It is Bhaal's blood you spill from my flesh. And you might, now the tyrant rots.


Let's try this.


Ooh! Something with magic, please. And no devils.


No! Stop! Go away!


You find mum and pops?


That wasn't a bulette... was it?


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v2


I think Shadowheart would like a word.


You've made a grave mistake.


I'll save you, I swear it!


That might be worth a look.


PainOpen<br>var 1


Important and rich. Like his clients. Not like you.


That did the trick. Nothing but ashes left of that jar now.


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


Ha! Not so spineless now, am I?


I won't abandon her. Not again. Never again.


Esto perpetua!


The work of the <i>ghustil.</i>


Scuse.


The General does not ask. He speaks his will, and it is so.


<i>These forces are just a distraction - I must reach the Crown, cast the spell, and dominate the brain!</i>


So... shall we go for a walk?


<i>Tir'su</i> script, scratched in the ground. The crèche must be nested in the temple below.


Come back to me.


A Harper rune. Signals a hidden cache nearby if I'm not mistaken.


Gela!


The child needs to be gotten clear of here - now!


And just like <i>that</i>, it's gone.


And so... to Moonrise Towers I go.


Always makes my day better.


Duke Ravengard! He's still alive. Thank the gods.


*This dock is closed until further notice by order of Lord Gortash.*


<i>Two? </i>That seems like a lot.


It is true. Voss - I am no thrall. This was a necessary sacrifice to end the Grand Design.


Tsk. You're a terrible liar. Your time in Avernus taught you nothing.


What is going on?


Kelemvor... show us mercy.<br>


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


It's all I can do to keep my hands to myself, anyway. We're terrible at this.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


I do not know what other options we have.


Inexpugnabilis!


Hm. Seems like the best way.


Find someplace else to stand. You may meet with an unfortunate accident if you linger here.


Invoco te!<br>v3


It seems you've made quite the profit. My patron will see you rewarded - my <i>betrothed</i>, I should say.


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


It matters, my love. What we did here matters. What we have... has been <i>everything</i>.


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


Look at me. The devil nearly burned me to the bone. A normal tiefling like yourself couldn't do that without powerful magics. She's something far worse.


Are you crying? You're a bit big to be crying... but I suppose that's okay.


Don't get your grubby paws all over Cap. What do you want?


Now try ducking after the first swing.


How high?<br>


Oh, Malar's mark. An ambush.


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 won't hold back.


A letter from Orin...


Erm - meow.


The weapon stopped glowing. How odd.


Why She chose <i>iblith</i> such as you, I cannot say. But we must hunt together.


Scratches that size... something powerful made these.


<i>Hee! </i>This flesh cannot contain me!


The things our companion has done... they might never be set right. But so long as we are still willing to try, then I know I am in the right company.


Everyone acts pleased about the fall of Lorroakan, but he was less tiresome than that old lecher Ramazith. Couldn't keep his paws off my posterior, the cad.


Crusty rogue.


You heard the boss - time to die, little stray.


*Pain grips your mind. The book will not be denied - it will make you read on, or force you to retreat.*


I'm not sure - all I know is there's a p-passageway to the Nightsong.


Blood follows me everywhere.


We need to get out of here - before it's our turn.


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


What are you waiting for? Get this blasted tube open!


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 2


Yes.


*The page is a mess of dark colour. The delivery's location remains a mystery.*


What... a cave-in? No - that wouldn't explain the bodies.


Now <i>come</i>, Stone Lord. We have the gold - and the Absolute has need of it elsewhere.


Stay out of my head!


And... every other fluid... look to the boudoir...


So - are you with me? Ready to take down the Steel Watch?


Nice and quiet now.


All the strengths of his vampiric form will be amplified, and alongside them he will enjoy the luxuries of the living.


Stop him. Nightsong must not leave. She must die by my spear, or you will have failed me.


Perhaps it was simply not meant to be...


Well. Into the dark we go, I suppose.


<i>Not content with broadsheet front pages, criminals stalk outside the Mermaid.</i>


Are they gonna pay us for the animals they take? Like hells they are!


<i>Tsk'va</i> - you hang upon my very last nerve.


Then perhaps we should drop by and surprise Raphael? It'd make a nice change.


No no no! It's not what it looks like.


*Perhaps the guards will find your words to be of interest. They served little purpose here.*


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


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


Thou necrotic stump!


*There's nothing but trouble inside those holes.*


On my way.<br>


My word - it's Shadowheart. How very tragic...


Most of the tracks were destroyed by the flames.


Hello beautiful, I didn't see you there.


Oh gods, the whole building is collapsing...


'Chaos will be sewn from their passage.'


Sorry, mistress duergar. Didn't mean to get in your way.<br>


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


Beating thee would soil my hands.


So Gale, how is your sad, hopeless pining going?


Much less be bossed around by one.


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


More of those wretched things.


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


This... isn't meant for my sort of stomach. Bluh.


*Now, all you need to do is claim a reward.*


There's no time! I'm leaving - hold them off.


I'd better do the talking.


Tormentum!


*Bhaal cares not for your empty words.*


I'm going to hurl.


You! I knew you'd been mucking with our beer! You poisoned us!


Yes. They cannot fight his compulsion. But I can, thanks to our wriggling friend.


I'll say a prayer to Tymora - for your good luck. A copper to the Lady returns tenfold in gold - and maybe something that'll help you and Halsin, too.


Thank you. I'll head home - can't stand being around these idiots any longer. Come find me the <i>moment </i>you hear anything.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


Hah! I'm far more than a peddler, dearie. Surprised I had to spell it out - I thought you the observant sort.


At once.


*The hyena shirks from you, afraid.*


Oh, I'm so happy for you both. Can't wait for the wedding.


Isobel - this is -


*The growl withers to a whimper, and the hound turns away, sheepish.*


Lae'zel - together we will break our chains, and be Vlaakith's slaves no longer.


Gods, go stand in the corner or something - it'd be more useful.


Almost forgot - here's your coins. Now keep your nose clean and your tongue still.<br>


'The Blade of Avernus'. I suppose hell is just another frontier.


<i>Ohoho</i>. Let's get to it and see what shakes loose, pretty.


My old - well, a long time ago, someone carved some runes into my back. I'd rather like to know what they say.


You! You DIE!


Sweeting, are you blushing? There is no shame in pleasure. Even less when the pleasure is <i>pain</i>.


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


I'm talking of the mundanity of a life ignorant to the thrills of the Nine Hells.


We are helpless against the Netherbrain without that!


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


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


I've not grown any tentacles yet, thank Balduran - but luck won't be on our side forever.


How can I assist?


Must have been his simulacrum you bested. He always was a cautious traveller.


Presumably, you intend to chew through the chains, cracking your teeth like eggshells.


Listen here, pipsqueak.


That thing's killing her!


Lorroakan hunts powerful game - too powerful for him, perhaps. Dame Aylin should be informed that yet another ambitious fool lusts after her.


Blood and bits of armour. Worrying.


What comes now?


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


You - you're the one who saved us. It's an honour, madam!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


That smokepowder smell - it smells so <i>good</i>.


*Your father's memory will fade, and you will be the Ravengard the histories remember.*


You wouldn't <i>dare</i> betray a child of Gith on the whims of this web-toed wonder.


Very good, ser.


*You close your eyes, imagining what Shar's final blessing will feel like when your time comes.*


Always room for more.


You may be interested in those boots, Gale. For their magic, if not their style.


Ex Textura!<br>v2


Things look... different.


All right, you two - I get it. I'll behave.


The illithids infecting this region are not to be reasoned with. They are to be exterminated.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Run. RUN.


*Again, visions flow through you - a swarm of githyanki dragon-riders, silver blades held high.*


Hells - as if the targets on our backs weren't already plain enough.


Damn rats. Eh, you!


We need to prepare the gate. The threat <i>inside </i>is gone, but it's a wild world out here.


If I see a goblin, I'm closing this gate - whether you're inside or not.


<i>Or perhaps you'll find something bloodier. The Absolute's warriors are at work, just beyond here. You'd be wise to not interfere, sister.</i>


Resarcio!


What's hiding here?


*The headache grows worse.*


<i>I'll kick out that annoyin' hobgoblin. The priestess an' drow, too. An' everyone'll have t'obey me.</i>


Go on with you.


Kill our enemies, and <i>take</i> what you need.


Carry on, I am thoroughly impartial!


My mistake. Your mind tastes familiar.


To become <i>ghaik</i> - it is an agony that haunts every githyanki's dreams.


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


Ferio!


I am. <i>Soverystealthy.</i>


Thou hast broken thy oath. Before I can aid thee, thou must atone.


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


The death-dark's clogged the top-land, clear to Moonrise Towers. Only a Moonlantern dispels it.


We haven't seen her since, and no good ever came from dealing with a hag.


Blasted fog is everywhere.


That doesn't look good.<br>


Touch me. Love me.


Thou quivering plague rat!


-<b>YOU!</b>-


Questions are free - answers are not. Better to learn that before you meet the lady of the house.


Vis medicatrix!


Too bloody right. But will they share? Not a chance.


Hold onto your knickers. This might <i>sting </i>a bit.


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


*The visions fade and the voice falters. A strange energy swells around you. The githyanki heirloom - somehow, you understand it's repelling the presence.*


You're blocking my light.


By all means, carry on. I'll come running if you need me.


You're lucky I'm feeling kind.<br>


Look, I really don't care - just get moving.


Let's have a look.


Better get out of here.


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 2


So Kagha's twisted your mind as well.


You're all right!


*This will destroy the foundry - wiping it from the face of the Forgotten Realms.*


<i>Kyone.</i>


Until it was perfect.


Stelmane's murder still unsolved! City Watch under scrutiny!


Nothing - it must have been disarmed.


Laughter


The Crown of Karsus? Nonsense - even if it still existed, you couldn't possibly handle its power -


You do <i>not </i>wish to incur my vengeance. I guarantee you.


So heed my words, troublemakers and wrongdoers - the Flaming Fist are coming for you.


Lia's dead. Rolan is gods-knows-where. This couldn't have gone more wrong.


*A spike of rage, quickly muffled - Minsc's mind still lingers near your own, and he does not like what is coming to pass.*


Could just look the other way.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall


It's said that it took five-hundred warriors to drive him from his lands. Chk - I thought he'd be bigger.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


A <i>damn</i> shame.


Hmm... silk maybe?


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


It's just pages of death and terror.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 3


That's quite the discovery. Doesn't tell me everything, though. <i>Why</i> was Lorgan killed?


Someone forgot to oil their equipment. Everything here is rusted to the Hells and back.


Kiai


Ah! Gods! Don't hurt me. Oh, please, please pleasepleaseplease.


That must have hurt.


And so many needed for the casting. Unusual.


If you kill Ethel, maybe - maybe he can be human again?


Dodge
v2


He took a little of my blood, I took all of his.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


*Enjoy our new collection of luxury sleepwear, 'Neverwinter Nighties'.*


We saw a big spiky snail that fell out of the sky!


I'm no more eager to cosy up to you, drow, but we're in the wilderness. If we want to -


It's not like we've done anything wrong. They can't arrest us for an accident.


Come on, get up.<br>


Pallida mors!<br>v3


Inficio!


Over there - a shrine to Selûne. By Moonmaiden's grace.


The Sword Coast. There's Baldur's Gate. What are the githyanki planning...?


Devilkin. Am I in the Hells?


Closed Mouth Effort v12


'Least we won't go hungry.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v3


You will? <i>Thank </i>you - I haven't slept or eaten since she disappeared. I'm terrified something has happened to her.


Something didn't like that.<br>


Thank your good fortunes I'm a tolerant woman, or I'd have sliced off a few toes for suggesting it.


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


Damn it. The sergeant'll be pissed about her boots.


You sure you're remembering right?


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


That's Gortash, isn't it?


They know their own kind - quite the welcome home.


Murdered? Deary me - and to think her remains were just a whisper away!


If we rouse the cultists' suspicions, we could meet the same fate.


Well, how odd.


Stranger things have happened in Baldur's Gate is all I'm saying.


Well they are fierce creatures from what I understand... but as long as you avoid the high seas, I think you can consider yourself safe.


By your leave, True Soul.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


I do not often go against the advisings of my hamster, but... as you wish.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 2


All these lives at stake... we cannot allow this to happen.


A cart? Like on the street?


Look at all those vines spread like vices over the grove. A sour harvest in the making.


Dying Burning


PainOpen<br>var 2


Hurt


You'd best get out too - while there's still time.


These bones are ancient. I wonder who they were.


*The door trembles at the thought of the hag. She would be furious if she caught intruders here.*


A gruesome sight. A necromantic ritual, perhaps?


My mind... it's being <i>drained</i>. Must be close...


Big Gortash fans.


Breath_Fast<br>Var 3


Footprints! Leading right into that cave.


Easy does it.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 4


Let me make myself indispensable.


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


*You struggle against the parasite, but can only watch as you raise a mighty leg.*


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 3


The General won't be long bringing the Selûnite to our side. The old gods are done.


A hag's staff? Just what you needed, Gale.


You protected a child-stealing vampire? Bold choice.


I think I heard something click into place above.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


Maybe I need more pockets.


Indeed. And thou art recently cured of one form of madness - let us not exchange it for another.


We have to free Nere before we can take his head? Sounds like a lot of wasted effort.


We probably gave those two idiots an easier death than whatever she had planned for them.


Yes.


We can worry about the road tomorrow. Tonight, we drink!


Here. It was to be a gift to him - but it would only be a reminder of what could have been. You take it.


*So be it. There will be no rest for you yet, but come dawn, you will even closer to Lady Shar, in image and spirit.*


He's dead. Good riddance.<br>


Whatever Jenevelle wishes of us. She still has other fights. But when she's ready, we'll be there. To be a family again.


*The night skips on, filled with fantasies Shadowheart seemed all too primed to suggest.*


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


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


*Just as you find your flow, you slip.*


Very well.


And it seems Mystra's offered you an equally explosive solution. A shame my first brush with the famed Elminster couldn't be a tad more... optimistic.


You idiot. What have you done?


I think a celebration is in order. It's the least we deserve.


The things the children are saying about you. At least when they were scared, they were <i>quiet.</i>


It feels like... my magic is getting drained!


Never knew goblins can't hold their liquor.


GaspSurprised<br>var 2


I wonder how much Fireliia wants for it.


Shit. Still can't believe you got me out of there. Sorry I told you to piss off.


Attack<br>var 2


*Your gold appears to have smoothed things over. Funny how often it does.*


Direct that elsewhere.


Enchanted? Nice.


A pixie. Are they all so... eccentric, I wonder?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


SurpriseOh<br>var 1


Empty. Void of essence, void of purpose. We <i>cannot</i> allow their birth.


Karlach's the one set to consume his soul, I hear.


That ain't the pass-phrase!


Shh. Not a word - the gnomes are on their way.


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


Hey, catch this!


These gith are formidable - but not infallible. We can take them in battle, should it come to that.


Not yours anymore.


This soul awaits thy command.


*Your thievery has been noticed. Things are about to turn nasty.*


That should work.


No talk!


AH! Oh, I'm fine.


Effort v4


I wish we had a bloody army.


Have to stay with master. Keep master from the dark.


Of course not, the master's no fool. He needs us.


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


The Crown, up ahead - time to cast the spell again, and break its will.


Of course, I just thought you might need assistance. I...


Elminster's not around, so might as well.<br>


A delicate process.


Of course, of course. My Steel Watchers are rather adept at keeping the peace, but not entirely suitable for polite conversation.


Ah - have you returned to fight the good fight? Always room for one more!


Get here and free me at once!


Gravelled tongue, sanded throat. Hard to swallow... hurts to <i>breathe</i>...


Help me do this. Please.


Hurt Critical


Impero tibi!<br>v2


Cheer up, Minsc - this is about the greater good. Maybe your hamster will explain it to you one day.


Sealed tight.


Now where'd that unlock?


Sorry, I didn't mean to stare. It's just... well, you're very impressive, is all.


All the charm and wit you'd expect from a slaver. Even a slaver of gnomes.


Damn. Some of these mushrooms are illusions.


I see they're letting even <i>istik</i> mercenaries in these days.


Let's play doctor.


How d'ya know?


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


Seems simple enough.


You don't mind, I'm sure...<br>


You were wise to turn from Shar, Shadowheart. Now your family is restored, and the healing can begin.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 1


Hm. I am missing something.


But if you're willing to spit in Lady Doom's eye along with us, I won't turn you down.


You know, I really do think red is the best wine.


Ah! There you are. I hope you don't mind my having ingratiated myself into the most palatable graces of your provisions. You find me quite sated indeed.


An ordinary lamp. Not a trace of magic on it.


*Again - the Emperor pries at the boundaries of your thoughts, invasive, curious.*


Expello te!<br>v2


Even our skills have their limits. We've lost several experienced fliers recently. They knew the risks, but still - damned shame!


Can't keep me out.


Gortash this, Gortash that - nothing but the dead duke in the Gazette right now.


Ex nihilo!


You won't come out of this alive without him.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


Things are changin'. The Absolute's bringin' us all together - goblins, drow, duergar, gnolls.


There must be stories you could tell... but perhaps another time.


First step is the hardest.


You don't say.


Vae victis!<br>v3


Yep! That's right! Help me out here. <i>Happy biiiiiirthday deeeeear...</i>


Threw backpack... too light... fell...


Listen to her.


I wish you had left me tied to that infernal windmill. At least I would have been spared witnessing this horror.


Stop. STOP. Makeitstop.


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


Already, I fear I've left my hunger untreated for too long. I need a magic artefact - <i>now.</i>


Dying gurgle 3


It would have been easier if you just died, Kagha. Now I have to hear your excuses instead.


Damn, completely stuck. I wonder when it was used last.


What's that? Something's glittering down there.


Can't... can't continue like this...


This must speak of the same mirror from before. A foul thing, to steal memories from someone.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


You're an easy one to please, aren't you?


Cut down the duergar - every last one. The Absolute commands it!


He wouldn't!


Or... maybe it will? I honestly have no idea with you people.


A little butt-kicking before breakfast. No better way to start the day!


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


Aqua pura!<br>v3


Suddenly? Darling, you haven't been paying attention.


I will kill you now. And then I will raise you as my servant.


<i>You have ruined us.</i>


So, what are we to do now? We'd be fools to trust you, surely.


Kiai


BreathLongOpen<br>ver 1


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


I'm on my way!


The hag - she's in my head. She won't stop!


Could've killed 'im. Easy.


We've barely spent a day apart since.


Leave us alone, would you? We've got plenty to worry about without being stalked by undesirables.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v3


Yes, child. <i>Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith.</i> Call to your queen!


Let's see.


The crèche holds the <i>zaith'isk</i>. It will cleanse us of the parasite.


Hyenas birthing gnolls? How horrid.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


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


Dodge


Breaking news - Lord Gortash is dead! The Mouth said it first.


*Nothing. No instruction or encouragement from the Dark Lady. The silence devours all.*


They'll find you, and they'll kill you.


Holy hells. Each one, a mind flayer in waiting.


You make it sound so easy - but I'll try.


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


He has his uses, for now. Hauls my baggage as good as any ox, but costs me less to feed - just about.


Gotta sharpen these spears. No time for conversin' with... whatever it is you are.


Stlarning smokepowder smells like arse. Dead arse.


Whoa!


Time for blood.


It may be some time before you are afforded another such night - there is much to be done, and I promised I would help you however I could.


Need I remind you that he tried to open one of our necks like a Thayan Red?


You wish for my opinion on some other matter, though. What is it?


I did have some help from an old friend though.


<i>Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith. </i>You know me.


But -


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


Either the Harpers are terrible at hiding their stashes - or this is a trap.


Keep looking! Someone in this wretched world has what we need.


Thick as a glob of unguent.


We run for our lives - I'm not dancing with one of those murder machines.


The ogre must have moved on to new deals.


This corpse has been desecrated - <i>displayed. </i>And there's nothing random about it.


It's boring, plus it's boring, and also it's boring.


While we travel together, your business is my business.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


*The drow siblings fall to their knees in mock-prayer towards Shadowheart, lavishing caresses over her thighs.*


Let's see what comfort we can offer a grieving mother.


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


Many of our flock died so that you could seek Lady Shar's glory on that mission. I hope you have not squandered it.


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


They've nearly started an all-out war with the Gondians in the House of Wonders in Baldur's Gate. There've been skirmishes, and now I fear...


DisagreeClosed<br>var 1


The seasons change. So do minds. May yours find a way.


*The parasite in your head trembles. It's time you find your people and cleanse yourself of this abominable affliction.*


Only a flesh wound! Oh, wait - Boo sees bone.


Secreti umbrarum!


My business there began long ago, and has led to a lifetime of regret.


This ale is worse than moose piss, but they're <i>out </i>of moose piss, so...


Baldur's Gate stands on the brink of the abyss. Let's awaken the wyrm, and take back the city.


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


My new friend.


Karlach... I... I love you. You taught me the impossible. In all my immortality, I'll never forget you.


The metal will break. It <i>will.</i>


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


Gigans!


Eiecto te!


The poor wretches in the cells are innocent. They shouldn't have to suffer just because I lured them here.


What a strange looking doll.


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


Swift as my feet can carry me.


I - I can't wait any longer. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.


Meditation Breathing


Stay your hand, and be on your way. I'll not raise mine against you.


No point turnin' on yer own if yer just gonna give 'em a little tap.


Nulla salus!<br>v2


I shouldn't be surprised, considering our history. And yet...


When Thulla said to rescue her friends, I suppose she meant all of them. Waste of time, if you ask me.


Unless you're here to finish the job, get over here and push!


You convinced me to spare Nightsong. You and I are both capable of resisting the darkness that compels us.


I was afraid for the briefest moment when I woke this morning. I didn't know where I was - I thought perhaps it had all been a dream... stopping the Absolute, saving my parents.


I just think this park is so beautiful, don't you, darling?


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


Whoa. That isn't good.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


Sealed. Best look around for a way to open it.


That disc looks like it can move - but where does it lead?


Little bit of this, little bit of that...<br>


Didn't think the likes of you took to helpin' folk.


Perhaps it's time to revisit the idea of adopting a dog. There's only so much peace a person can take.


*Incredibly, false thoughts of loyalty to Shar pass muster, and are ushered out of your mind.*


Attack<br>var 2


I can't lie - I'm going to miss this place a bit.


You will educate me on matters of this Fay-run.


Which <i>you </i>should've known. That is, if you'd done your research before impersonating one of us.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


But <i>your </i>utility to our cause has only just begun.


The slab is open. What's it been hiding?


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Vos curo!<br>v3


She can teach me how to slice, and I'll teach her how to bash.


That rag, Baldur's Mouth - it isn't helping. Out to rile people up, I'm almost sure of it.


I'm talkin' about somethin' real. I'm talkin' about... <i>chicken-chasin'.</i>


Suppose I should get you back up.


Well, there's only one way to know for sure.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed<br>


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Blasted fog is everywhere.


For all her strength, she was not quick to explain the nature of her relationship with her illithid love to them. They embraced it, quite readily. They had seen much worse.


But you did.


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


Don't know. Pain... then darkness...


I'll fend them off. You need to take control of the Netherbrain! Get to the Crown and cast the spell - now!


Weave save me. I can't take much more...


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


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


You need to slow down and learn to enjoy life.


Sniff<br>var 2


Kind of you to offer, but that boy ain't giving it up. I'm sure of it.


Recovered <br>V3


The eternal burden of my pact. I certainly couldn't expect you to shoulder it too.


Hells. This place is a sight to behold.


<i>Tas'ki! </i>My rage is endless, I assure you.


Then run while you still can.


My power walks with you.


What, join <i>you?</i>


Hopefully this will all be over soon.


Excuse you! I think not. Not ever.


It's stayin' right 'ere. The beast came in here with those robbers. Killed Dink - and Mince, too.


What are you... this one's tryin' to control my mind or somethin'!


I don't recognise this. Who was worshipped here?


Recovered <br>V2


<i>I was impressed. And - grateful.</i>


So many visitors recently. All came for a party. Didn't see none of 'em again.


Oi!


GaspFrightened<br>var 1


That, or we've just prolonged its misery.


Do you think she's watching us?


Oh. Okay. Fine. I thought you might have been different. More like <i>him</i>.


The Netherbrain's tail, but this flesh is too flimsy for the climbing. We must go higher!


*You sense a swell of grief. Before the shadows took her, this woman mourned someone lost in battle.*


I saw Lae'zel giving you a look-over. Great minds think alike.


Oh! Raphael's latest client - saviour of the city, he says!


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


Victory v2


Non movere!<br>v3


All volumes on Shadowheart's training. Proof that only pain can lie between so many pages.


*A goblet filled with the mutilated corpses of illithid parasites. Whatever ungodly experiments were performed on them likely killed them.*


You will know Bhaal's <i>slaughter</i>.


Vis medicatrix!


Yes, it was Cazador's command, I had no choice. But...


You're curious - you've got a great many odours about you. What happened to you?


I can't resist a man in unform. Or anyone else, for that matter.


Et alibi!<br>v3


If you know how to get through to him, don't hesitate.


Still another githyanki disc. I'll see what Lae'zel has to say.


And yet your bed-pillow bears barely a smudge. You are a woman of many talents.


Holy shit. That's my old boss - the guy who sold me to Zariel!


Perhaps with this offering, she'll finally cure me of the affliction of the orb.


Fulgur!


Wasn't expecting that. This jar fights back.


So your plan is to gut every young woman who dares to say 'boo'?


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


Diminuo te!<br>v2


You - why did you have to keep prying? <i>Why couldn't you just leave?!</i>


Good. Eyes up, and don't look back.


There's no time to waste.


I'm sure that's true. But it doesn't change the way it makes me feel.


*The rat pauses, gauging whether his chipped tooth is, in fact, life threatening.*


Well, I see no reason to return it. Let's see what's inside.


Getting stuck with you isn't so bad.


And those clanking great Steel Watchers?


Stop! Stop!


Ugh - the scraps of a Nightfall feast.


Sure, take it.


Ettvard Needle. Editor of the Baldur's Mouth Gazette. Speaking truth to power since 1450 DR.


Ketheric's vulnerable now. All we have to do is strike.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


Me too. And once we've cured these infections of ours, I hope we'll share more nights just like it.


I'd break you in two... if you were worth it.


Breaking the knees of debtors for the Guild isn't honest work, and you know it - that's why you're giving it up.


All tuckered out? Me too, Scratch. Me too.


Tell me, Lae'zel of K'liir. What reward do you think the Astral Prism will fetch once I pluck it from your corpse and present it to Vlaakith?


An easy fix. Hopefully.


Yes ma'am.


Damn thing's allergic to magic.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Abandoned. Wonder why.


I am surprised you have not drawn on its power yourself.


BOOOAL! Our Lord has been murdered!


There's an inscription on the ring. I don't recognise the language, though.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Impero te!<br>v3


Let me assist you.


Tibi do pennas!


Your queen then takes the other pawn, one square up and left, always under the protection of her faithful bishop.


Voco vineae!<br>v2


A well-guarded laboratory. What were they hiding down here?


Well - it's getting late. We can't face the morrow if we don't bid farewell to the now.


The blood of Selûne? Sounds like a sacrifice.


We saw the crash and came to help. That... thing got a hold of us.


You may have brought my Steel Watch to its knees - but that's how I know you'd make a most formidable ally.


Have a good night.


Yes. To kill the Absolute, to free the infected, to end the illithid Grand Design. Could there be a more heroic journey?


Gaerdal Ironhand you may not be, but you damn well fight like him.


We both have the same problem - the parasites. You won't make it much farther without me. I have an artefact that can protect us until we find a cure.


Prisoners. I doubt they'll last long in here.


<i>Veterans of the Hells - to arms! </i>


Did some bleeding hearts show up to save the druid? I'll cut ya to pieces.


You're here, good. And not a moment too soon - a winged aasimar was seen in the skies overhead, and now an assault on Moonrise is brewing.


Victory v2


Ale me!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Loquere si tibi placet!


We'll find a way into Raphael's lair. And we'll take the Orphic Hammer, smash Orpheus' bonds, and slice him open.


It was that or we all die. We clearly didn't - so it was the right choice.


You do not possess the aptitude to attempt such a journey. Nor are you the calibre of client I would usually offer to escort.


Our bodies will haunt your dreams.


Copper for your thoughts?


Hm. Seems like the best way.


Spurious prune-tart.


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


The tusked beast. It attacked. It <i>slaughtered.</i>


Right. Ahem. You see...


In the Sword Coast? In your <i>dreams</i>, more like!


<i>Now go. Warm my blade with moon-crazed blood. And be wary of your companion - they pry in your thoughts.</i>


Nulla salus!<br>v3


He told me what to do, but he said it very quickly. I didn't understand.


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


Don't worry. I already have everything I need.


I would never <i>dare</i> to compare myself to Lady Orin.


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


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic.


I was just looking for - Derryth! She's - she'll be worried sick!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Bene curatur!<br>v2


I say he doesn't see the future, only the nightmares we think the future may hold.


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


Chest's intact... more or less.


They're half-devil refugees... Nobody wants them.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 3


Of course you're stuck.


You know, for all the sense of dread and horror seeping through this place, I really feel quite at home here.


Dying Burning<br>v2


I do this under protest. But it is what's best.


AKABI IS NOT A CHARITY. BEGONE.


Darling, how you set me a-quiver. You are a beast among men. No - a dragon, setting my phoenix nest aflame.


What's this thing?


What difference does it make? Cults come and go, and so do adventurers.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


What?! But... Thaniel said he could save him. He knew the way. <i>Only </i>he knew the way.


Where does it hurt?


My 'whiff' is very faint, thank you - nothing a little bergamot, rosemary, and a hint of aged brandy can't hide.


I need a shovel to dig this up.


Dead. Seems these True Souls have their limits.


Look at that. An unconventional weapon, but it might just be an effective one.


Fuck. A cambion.


*Duke Ravengard approaches you, looking confused.*


Choose as you will.


<i>We listen to our friend. Our friend who saved us.</i>


Looks like a long way down. Shall I go first?


Aw, don't be sick, Kev, please don't be sick again...


We... I was w-with a group of adventurers. We came here for an artefact.


Ugh. If I must.


They need help - help that this city cannot provide right now. I shall aid them to make a new place for themselves, in Thaniel's realm, under nature's watch.


A cautious, hesitant instinct. One I am afraid we do not have time for.


Your new lease on life suits you rather well. What do you and your newborn vitality require of me?


There is blood to be spilled, and corpses to be wrought. Do not test Bhaal's patience. Go forth and make murder.


I dare not imagine what they might achieve.


Dead. A pity I can't toy with him a bit longer.


We have to look after ourselves. That's what Mol says.


No harm in a discreet chat.


Corpora sana!<br>v3


And full of nuts!


Silentium!


Closed Mouth Effort v3


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


You know what to do.


No, I think you're right. It's probably best to leave things here.


THEN YOU NEED TO MAKE IT BETTER AND GET US OUT OF HERE


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


Ha. Ha. Hahahahaha!


Sharp as ever.<br>


Dodge


No - what have you done?!


-- Do not waste - TIME - this mind cannot bear us -
- it --- turns to liquid - listen -- just LISTEN


<i>And thus I honour my mother's legacy. The Grand Design, once again, ended by my line.</i>


So you remain loyal to your queen? You're consistent, I'll give you that...


Signum arcanum!


<i>SILENCE, W'wargaz</i>.


*You'll fell great beasts and monsters. You'll be hailed as a hero. And you'll march forth with pride, knowing you've earned the right.*


Dead drow. Skellies galore. Wonder what the story was.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


You're shitting me. He pay up?


<i>They're going to call for help! Stop them!</i>


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


I may not be a devil, but I can put that reputation of yours to work.


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


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 3


Oh, bugger off.


*It's from no songbook you know of - likely an original.*


Enough! The deal is off the table.


Hurt me? You aren't capable. But you have disappointed me.


<i>To Molly...</i> Bless, a letter from Fist Ephren. That'll cheer her right up.


The traitor prince is close. We <i>must</i> split him open; we must fulfil Vlaakith's command!


Necromany. Such knowledge always comes with a hook attached.


This is it - keep the enemy away until the brain is completely subdued!


*The door remains firmly closed as the presence shrinks, twisting with fear and despair.*


*No openings you can see, yet you sense <i>something </i>inside it.*


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


On your feet.


Another visitor? Staying long? The others are.


<i>And your companion, too, it seems.</i>


No time to rest.<br>


*Bribery requires gold, and you don't have enough.*<br>


You heard her. I'm sure you can find the door.


<i>Sorry I haven't visited. I've been... away. But I'm back now.</i>


That, or we've just prolonged its misery.


Good - let them see you taking charge of your pleasurable <i>destiny.</i>


Looks like a beast came through here - a big one too.


Sine metu!


Oh you saw something, did you? Let us see exactly what these bandits took...


Where do you think your mum is now?


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


I'll get you out of there.


I don't know what will happen to the Gate if you don't, but I do know that you're damn well the best hope we have.


An army of Sharrans with an elf at the helm. But who?


Cresceat scientia!


And there is nothing you can do to thwart yourself. You are perfection.


So let me adjust my offer. Your blood and your <i>silence</i> in exchange for the potions I mention - and<i> </i>a tidy pile of gold besides.


Most impossible, for thou art illithid.


On my way.


Trying to use magic on me, are you? This conversation is over if you can't take a professional craftsman at his word.


Quick. Get out of here. She won't like me talking to you.


Arm yourselves. Better to have a weapon and not need it.


We carry mind flayer parasites. Unless we escape - unless we are <i>cleansed</i> - our bodies and minds will be tainted and twisted.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


*This one's suffering is forever enshrined in the harrowing arrangement of its bones.*


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


This Figaro fellow <i>must</i> be good if his appointments take this long.


These little markings look like goblins and gnolls - right in our path.


<i>Poetic nonsense. There is no wyrm, and no saviour. Do not waste your time here.</i>


This must be it. This must lead to where the Dark Justiciars came from.


Hold fast, I'm coming.


Someone got out of here. Maybe hightailed it back to the druid's grove.


Wyll's father owes him gratitude. I hope for his sake Ravengaard is gracious enough to offer it, given how much it cost.


Video veritatem!<br>v3


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Minsc? The very man Jaheira is after.


If you've been there, you know more than I do. Now will you please let me go?


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


Hells. The very sort I vowed on my good eye to slay.


I eagerly await your fray... To study two masters at work.


*It hadn't occurred to you that Lolth might be listening.*


Pulso!


*Fungal roots weave through your mind, seeking your true intent.*


Look at all this stuff...


These gith are formidable - but not infallible. We can take them in battle, should it come to that.


Oi, ugly!


Dodge
v2


The kitchen is fresh out of sunfish, my lady.


She's not breathing.


Such a terrible place. I should leave.


...GOLD?


First, the Netherbrain falls. Then, I slay the traitorous prince.


No! Run!


Calimshan rules, dear. The first piece touched is the first piece moved.


A remote spot for a monastery. I suppose they wanted to make sure the monks avoided temptation.


You just have to buy enough time to -


Voco spicae!


Now - you will leave us. We must take succour in one another's bodies and words.


I liked the city better when it was gloomy, before Umberlee banished the fogs. Sunlight just makes my eyes water. Luckily, it's still gloomy in here.


*You abandon the trap, but it's too late. If you wanted a fight, you've got one.*


Dying Burning


That tiefling's seen better days. Arabella's father, I wager.


What the fuck am I supposed to do now?


Yes! Victuals for all! May you brux until your eyes boggle!


Look at that beast. Seems almost too big to take flight.


Heh, I did! And you remembered.


Tara did her best to keep my spirits up, of course, but there's only so much one tressym can make up for one's entire social circle. And she was often gone seeking items to treat my condition.


A Zhentarim symbol. Those outlaws must be operating here.


I'm a wizard, not a cat burglar.


Hmm. You seem sincere, oddly enough. Let's say we have an understanding.


May you, too, feel Umberlee's embrace one day.


More importantly, <i>just.</i>


Not for me. They would die for peace.


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


<i>Tread carefully now.</i>


Sob<br>var 3


The floor is yours, but stay your tongue. Do not speak to those behind bars.


Too late - they're already dead.


<i>I encouraged you to fulfil your potential, all while protecting you from harm.</i>


Maybe I need more pockets.


That boar shows no signs it was killed by wolves or hunters, and yet there's terror etched into its dead eyes.


Hmph. Humans. What did they expect?


The meat tastes better when it's afraid.


I'm so confused. I'm so lost.


Heh - I'm afraid you'd find my <i>own</i> stories rather tight-laced, Shadowheart. I never was one to sow my wild oats.


A house of healing, for all the good it does anyone now.


*Her mind enters yours abruptly, flickering across your memories in a blaze of excitement.*


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Down there, he showed me a jar. Said it contained the secret to eternal life, and if I behaved, he would share it with me.


Well, that was invigorating.


Speak up, child. Affirm your mandate.


I ruined it - I ruined <i>everything.</i>


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


Well, Scratch? Do you scratch yourself somewhere?


An eyepatch.


Falling<br>Var 3


*A dead boar, but it doesn't look like it's been touched by scavengers.*


Ach! Worthless. Leave, then. And do not return unless you bring the Nightsong in tow. It's not too late for you to become very rich. But you'll have to earn it.


I'll admit it - I'm at a loss.


The Oak Father compels me.


What was that? Something's shifted - <i>somewhere </i>in this tower.


This was in his pocket. He doesn't seem to have any reaction to it now, but he held on to it for a hundred years, anyway.


Bunch of empty boxes and spiderwebs. Guess Lolth's cultists haven't been back here in a while.<br>


All future. Allbad. All -


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


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


Look, we've got nothing to do with the Absolute.


Instead I just feel... blank? I suppose not wielding the blade myself makes a difference. It's all a little anti-climactic.


Damn - the gal knows what she wants!


It's not the shadows or its curse that scare me - it's seeing Lady Jaheira so worried.


Fortuitous indeed! You shall be rewarded immediately!


*The creature mourns. You have brought pain - and you will pay.*


As I must.


Well, whatever matter yor skull contains, it clearly isn't cerebral in nature. Ceremorphosis is no threat to you.


An honour to battle at your side. Jaheira is right to trust in you.


No, I wouldn't want to get in the middle of whatever that is. We'll end tonight as friends.


<i>Shut it.</i> My family's duty is to Baldur's Gate. I won't have the Hells' errand boy poison my city!


You haven't seen anything yet, mister!<br>


This must be what that book meant. I need to get across - and that means remembering where these platforms are.


*Welcome to Sharess' Caress - where our libations and sensual indulgences restore even the weariest souls.*


What was that?


But you never saw him feed yourself? He could keep prisoners for days before killing them.


Vae victis!<br>v2


Are they ready, Majesty? Can we leave?


I would like to join your camp, if you'll allow me. I can offer my skills, my counsel.


W-wha? Quick, get him!


I have upon my deceased person a magical item that can accomplish my return, but such is the value and rarity that it is protected by a multi-layered security protocol.


Take it up with the Duke if you don't like it. Now, your name?


Some advice? You ever darken my door, you'd best have that head bowed and an apology at the ready.


What more could there be? <br>


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


Let's not die yet.


Well I can't just check in a mirror, can I?


*Peace and calm at last. It is almost surreal to not have danger as your ever-present companion.*


It's quite a sight.


Dying Panic Fall


After the shadow curse, I became overly fond of honey mead and melancholy evenings by myself. Now I rarely imbibe - only on the most special of occasions.


I knew it. Hang on...


Orin's a shapeshifter. Which means she could be <i>anyone</i>. Even one of us.


It took me hours to chop the little vegetables and get the meat roasted right. And now you won't even try it...


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Relics are wasted on bones. We can make much better use of them.


I just want to go home.


Chin up, Halsin. I know you don't favour Lady Shar's darkness, but look - trees!


So it is spoken, and so is it done.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 1


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


*Upon the altar is an inscription.*


<i>The Crown, up ahead - time to cast the spell again, and break its will.</i>


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 2


But lo! The brute is dead. And we, <i>we live</i>!


*You detect traces of decaying magic within him. Likely the cause of his disease.*


Omnia mutantur!


Intactilis sum!


You will die here, mageling. Paltry spells will not save you now.


Perhaps not my greatest failure, but a sizeable one, yes. My faith in Kagha showed... poor judgement, put mildly. <i>Very </i>mildly.


A drider? Gods - yet still your heart beats. Most impressive.


On my way.


A redcap. Damn it all.


Hm. Seems like the best way.


Always at your side.


Yer an embarrassment - the fat chicken's runnin' rings round ya!


Aye. They sniffed up Gekh's corpse. Found the <i>hoon</i> sailing his skiff.


Oh, you need not apologise. I only seek to spare you some disappointment.


That drow cowl might have bits of magic lingering inside it. Any thoughts, Gale?


Let's remedy that, shall we?


Another trick up my sleeve.


<i>You're wondering what became of the Netherstones. </i>


*You are kicked from the Watcher's as the dwarf flees - unaware how close he came to death.*


No one of sound mind can look at what the Absolute offers and resist.


But how do you stay informed about stuff? Dying lords, new wars, <i>anything</i>?


A fool, perhaps, but a dangerous fool.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Done. And not a moment too soon.


Ubi es?


*You should get some rest, but you simply can't. Every time you close your eyes, you see the brain... and more importantly, what it possessed.*


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


We have no means to evolve, and no means to free the gith. This is the end.<br>


I need to stop doing this to myself...


Help me down!


I'm not made of magic, you know.


Ugh - he's about to belch!


You killed... my <i>beloved</i>... away...


Sorry, mistress. We mucked up.


*Banging your fists on a chamber until half your fingers were broken. How long inside? Days? Months? Lifetimes?*


Besides - I'd like to force-feed him some of that shit he's stirred up.


The crèche is done for, but we're not. Run! Run damn you!


The queen's warriors hunt you. The <i>qua'nith</i> will sound out when you come near their portals. Hear its cry, and prepare for battle - or slip away.


The fates are already against me, what does the divine matter? Good luck - I hope in the end, you don't suffer.


Better not be cursed.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


A camp. Looks abandoned.<br>


We have to clear a path!<br>


*For the briefest moment, you are one with Duke Ravengard. His mind is void - a vessel of the Absolute, awaiting command.*


There's tunnels everywhere - who would dig these? And why here?


Mercy? Please - justice should be a harsh lesson. All the better to deter the next vagabond.


Broken. Must have been here a while.


My research partner prefers to avoid crowds, and so has remained in the Underdark to monitor our zurkhwood samples.


Where to next?


No, no - Severn will come around. He <i>has </i>to.


Don't make me hold your hand now.


Magic-eating flowers as a light source. Ingenious.


So be nice to Rion, or I'll kick you out.


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


Have we finished, then?


Ho! And it shall be yours. And then?


Portyr. I will not mire us in endless red tape. Baldur's Gate deserves a true leader, not a council of simpering bureaucrats.


The guildmaster sends her regards.


We'll save you, poor soul.


This is no 'curio' - it's an honest-to-goodness infernal object.


No. Come closer - feed the new flesh.


Seems odd that the gith set up base in an abandoned monastery.


And making a lover wait...? Well, there's few finer torments, if you know what you're doing...


I don't know if you're a fool or a lunatic, but you are dangerous. It's time we put you down.


Better than roses.


Fate has a way of pulling us along with or without our approval.


Huh. Haven't seen that game in years.


All right then, 'ere we go!


You had every chance to look the other way, but here we are. You chose this.


An awful fate, to be trapped here so long.


Oi, ugly!


Attack


Well done. Did you learn how we might untether Ketheric from this Nightsong?


No tadpoles in this brine pool.


Better to hide than fight, sometimes.


You should be more careful.


Brine. That's what they use for those... those <i>parasites</i>.


Gortash doesn't mess around. If you're fool enough to go back, I'll be fool enough to take you. Just jump in.


None can survive us.


((*closer. they're coming closer*))


Venustior!


All hail the Absolute's worst nightmare. How can I help you in your war today?


Stubborn thing. It's blocked from the other side.


Not what I'd call 'passionate', or 'interesting', but sweet.


And to think I was worried you'd transform.


G'WAY!


Well met, <i>sir</i>.


Isobel's sarcophagus. Before Ketheric brought her back.


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


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


Resisto!


Don't fucking touch me. GORTASH! FACE ME, YOU FUCKING ARSEHOLE!


A shadow-cursed beast. It wouldn't have gone down without a fight.<br>


That marking - this creature is something to Gale.


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


Oh, we'll get to them soon enough.


The stitching on this leather armour is <i>sublime.</i>


Erm. Shouldn't we go grab that Moonlantern before wandering into what sounds an awful lot like an <i>abyss?</i>


I already have everything. Except you by my side.


I think you are <i>confused</i>, wraith. You speak of another. Who has proven themselves like me? Who has sacrificed what I have? SPEAK!


Wonder if the gods are watching me.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Gods... We made it! We actually <i>made it</i>!


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


Dead. Seems these True Souls have their limits.


THERE! THE DOLL! THE DOLL!


If this ship hits the ground, we're dead!


I'm rather hoping your skin remains intact. Until I slice it up for stitching, at least.


On I go.


Ah. That's better.


I'm on my way!


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


At least, victory in which we live to tell the tale.


This artefact must've been precious to the monks.


We can't attack a vampire's stronghold at night. The best we can do for him now is rest and wait for sunrise.


Closer... I need to get closer!


...believer... in the true prince...


Much better to make drinks - you're a true talent.


Friends... are here...


That feeling of jubilance... It's gone. What a relief it is to return to a state of appropriate dread.


A key - it might open the tollhouse vault.


...You're rather familiar with the details of his failure. As if you were there to witness it.


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


Ancient dead rife with shadows. This must be the stronghold Halsin spoke of.


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


And from a wizard too. I shoulda known. The gold probably turns to lead the moment you leave Baldur's Gate.


I am not your servant.


Oh. Um. You're back.


Right - let's keep moving.


Pretty sure it was purple.


I hope you can come to terms with your choice. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to.


*The weight of the assault drives the gnoll to his knees, defiance melting away like snow in summer.*


*A great, dark mirror looms over you, offering no reflection. You do not know its purpose... yet it feels oddly familiar to you, all the same.*


Barbarian Roar<br>v4


Leave a most grotesque path in your wake, Unholy Assassin. Lord Bhaal will be watching.


That collar looks familiar... does this cat belong to Gale?


This disc is marked by <i>tir'su</i> glyphs. I need a closer look.


An inquisitor can do far, far more than that. You'll see.


Peri!


The air's stale. It's been centuries since any prayers disturbed it.


You'll have what Guild blades I can give when the time to take the Absolute comes. So just tell me what you need to get us there.


Uh-huh. Okay. But... how <i>taste?</i>


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 3


Te absolvo!


The stubborn ass has endured more torment than any soul should be able to. Even when he took all of her skin, she held onto hope.


The cat beheld the one who'd delivered him from the streets while taking on the heavy burden of justice alone. He purred.


They say Gortash won't be king. But that pomp upstairs sure sounds like a coronation.


Won't budge.


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


My head is <i>killing</i> me.


Welcome to Wyrm's Rock Prison - the Fist nail, we jail. What's your business?


The true contents of that book on flumphs were hidden by magic - ingenious.


Nothing happened.


As worthless as dung.


Nah. He... must've thought we were following. Always the optimist, was Liam.


Whatever you think you heard, you thought wrong.


Please - I must prepare.


*A few scraps of the past come back to you now and then, but you can never quite tell where the knowledge comes from.*


An anvil, indeed! You make me most proud.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


Intactilis sum!


You know if cheese affects you that badly, there are spells for it?


So Orin is a shapeshifter. How long has she been watching?


Vincit qui patitur!


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


Impero te!


ClosedMouth Effort v2


That is where the Mapping of the Heart takes place - where all who seek to be unburdened open themselves up and lay their wounds and sorrows bare.


<i>Share?</i> You're not a loaf of bread to be divvied up at supper-time! I thought what we had meant something to you.


You're not going to eviscerate him? I was hoping for a show.


Blood. Hot blood, <i>salty </i>blood. Under your skin. Want it. <i>Want it!</i>


That is <i>vile</i>. My tongue may never be the same!


This book speaks of Netheril, can carries traces of its magic. Gale will want to see this.


<i>Bombs away!</i>


That'll be why I'm kept <i>so </i>well fed - they doubtless want me performing at my tip-top!


Just waiting to venture forth here.


'Glitterbeard took delivery. Strange chest.' Full of <i>what</i>, you fool? It's not the bloody wood and brass we guard, is it?


We seek the <i>zaith'isk</i>. Show me the way.


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


Ah, finally he stirs. True adventurers get up with the lark, I always say, but if there are larks to be found in these lands, they must fancy themselves akin to nightingales.


If the issue is coin, I'll ensure you're well rewarded.


There's worse ways to travel, I guess.


Cazador's minions have picked up our trail. For Astarion's sake, I hope this was the last of them.


I'm glad Figaro's all right, though. Without him I'd have no job <i>or</i> dress sense.


My bedside manner is beyond reproach.


Attack<br>var 4


What? You expect me to believe that?


You shine brighter than diamond and strike harder than steel. A rare treasure. Don't you ever forget it.


Tough luck. Let me know if you need to borrow a little elbow grease.


It's that half-elf, the one who had the artefact. What happened to her?


Hells, I wouldn't want to get hit by that.


Someone escaped. One of the adventurers? Did they go back to the grove?


My hamster has the dibs.


The Absolute... the Absolute will save us...


Makeshift Selûnite graves. They must have fallen in the fight against the Sharrans, all that time ago.


So all I need to know is - does that include you, or not?


*There's nothing of value left inside the holes.*


What?


*You don't need the Hells' gifts to be mighty.*


This must be where he was making them - there's no shortage of evidence.


They tortured the githyanki to learn about the Astral Prism. Look like it went on for <i>days...</i>


She'll fertilise the fields with the dead.


You don't scare me. I got bears on my side.


I'm nothing!


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


I hope you're not actually considering this - we still have other options.


*An overwhelming satisfaction - both innate and exterior - runs across your being. Your patron is pleased.*


*You feel the chill gaze of the Moonmaiden upon you. Selûne welcomes you.*


((*...magic. behind the... the door*))


You always were sharp, if a bit slow. Too big to be quick. But I'll stay out of your way if you'll stay out of mine.


Wishing you fair winds, mate.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


It's blindingly obvious, if I'm to be frank.


Devils aren't known to aid mortals out of simple kindness. Whatever Raphael wants, <i>we</i> must be the key to getting it. Along with our tadpoles...


I <i>told </i>him it wasn't safe out there. Get inside, and I'll rustle up some bandages...


That was rather inhospitable. She could well die out there, we should go after her.


You killed it, you stupid git!


Sorry, darling, I haven't got time for underlings.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 4


Better friends than the ones hitching a ride in our skulls, at least.


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


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


Excellent - now all I need is that lantern.


Here to help.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Hells. Pity you aren't as good at graverobbing as you are at excuses.


A Sharran idol? It's beautifully crafted.


Big Raph doesn't own me - he's just giving me the tools to keep myself alive, and to take what I want.


Hmph. I've been Lady Jannath's chamberlain for nearly ten years, and she has always trusted my judgement with the staff.


*Huff.*


We'd better rest, then. Tomorrow is going to be a busy, bloody day.


<i>He said he wanted to make us 'powerless'.</i>


That should do you.


Your party remains full, and Boo is shy. But we shall sniff out your camp and meet you there.


--- you -- are -
- persistent--


It's just a doll - not big. Not scary. Not like the hag.


Must have been quite a mirror, before it was smashed.


<i>We shall see.</i>


You festering bubo!


<i>I possess a Ring of Mind-Shielding. It prevents elder brains from noticing my presence.</i>


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


Take a look. We don't mind.


Might as well.


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


Hostium munera!<br>v3


He might be the Absolute's Chosen now, but he's still a soldier at heart.


No time for mercy.


Why can't you fetch, puppy? Death is no excuse!


No - <i>No</i> - please - no... I take it back!


Closed Mouth Effort v6


For once.


Make sure you blow that thing up in the right place - Wulbren's counting on you.


Here. Please - take this. I think it's valuable, and I won't need it. Not now Carrion's gone.


Try me.


Might as well take a look.


Paper says a lot of bad things about you - I'll add 'cheap bastard' to the list. Take one. What do I care?


We can't rely on the Harpers - not when Orin has them infested with shapeshifters. We're on our own - though I suppose we're used to it by now.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


A necessary step for my city's future. The Hells' fires ran red hot that day; I don't remember it fondly.


Honey, we're desperate. We <i>need</i> the Nielsens' money.


You possess a jealous heart. Your wants are endless. All others are undeserving of any boon next to you. Envy is a fire that will consume you, but we can help douse it.


Run. Hide!


...Never mind, then. Just - just leave me be.


I just want a little look.


*This is no act. You are an utter stranger to her. The memories you shared with her will die with you.*


Recovered <br>V2


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


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


This mess is of my making. I sent the Harpers hunting after the cult without thinking what it would mean to be hunted in turn. Now they are compromised.<br>


*You let the shock of impalement allow your focus to waver, and Vellioth's words drift away, lost in the mists of time.*<br>


We can't know that. I'm sure Umberlee's decision was the right one - we have to trust in her.


Effort v7


I see you've taken it upon yourself to rescue Isobel for General Thorm...


You honour me with this duty, <i>Kith'rak</i>. I shall alert my caretaker with haste.


Bloody, painted fingertips. This hand belonged to Dribbles, no question.<br>


Something's on my mind.


It's a <i>wake</i>.


Help! Get me out of this thing before the whole building collapses!


You must have good taste. Not me. Can't afford it.


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


I can't hold it any longer!


Oh! What is <i>in</i> that?


Am I, indeed? Most famed and respected errand boy, more like.


I was rather enjoying this festival until all that horrible shouting about sacrifices.


A paladin's fatigue, no doubt. You were excellent in battle, as is your way. And I am proud to fight at your side.


Do you do everything your dad tells you?


Para bellum!<br>v3


Now - hand me his body. Stop wasting time.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


*The bear is preoccupied with a shiny pebble. Your presence goes unnoticed.*


Demento te!<br>v2


Well, <i>they </i>were in the gazette. Saw their pictures and everything.


AgreeOpen<br>var 2


The battle won't be won down here.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


I'd prefer not to see it again, that's for sure.


Er... erker. Gerdber.


... wha? Pain's... fading.


Find anythin' good?


Need to find a way forward.


I hope, <i>I pray</i>, that you'll show more care in the future.


That githyanki contraption is sounding off again. Trouble's afoot...


This would be the worst time to take a nap.


More pigeon remains. Looks like it was being brought towards the Open Hand temple.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


You should change that. People don't make that face in real life.


You. More than anything. I saw - <i>gods</i>!


<i>In Bhaal's name.</i>


*Aramin the Erudite - the epitome of devilish charm, wit, and grace.*


Don't worry - I shall pull my weight and help how I can. After so long in captivity, it feels good to use my hands again.


Phew. Another one down.


When all this is over, will you stay with me? For good?


<i>Lies.</i>


You know, I was ready to go this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd isn't such a bad idea.


I'll never get tired of this view.


*Someone's been rifling through the wrong pockets. You sense now would be a good time to clarify if that 'someone' is you.*


Fury... threat to... everyone...


I was merely making an observation.


That angered me, I will not deny it. But it also showed courage - and I respect courage. We can work together, provided we build a foundation of trust -


Something's wrong.


*Shar's parting words make your flesh crawl. You fear that you know all-too-well what choice she spoke of, though you wish it wasn't so.*


There are Harper and druid symbols on their equipment - an interesting pair.


Certainly not, or the prince's honour guard would have already fractured his prison.


Video veritatem!


Clag-bottomed coward!


Closed Mouth Effort v3


<i>Sorry. You didn't leave me much energy to spare to maintain appearances. </i>


PainOpen<br>var 2


Eiecto te!<br>v2


Closed Mouth Effort v7


I have always wanted to kill a hag. Let's track her down, and carve her belly open.


Duh-duh- damn it. Duh-duh<i>- </i>ARGH.


In truth, I'm not sure. This is beyond all reckoning. It's still part of Thaniel, deep down, but it may not recognise that, or <i>want </i>to recognise that.


Karlach, champion of the Hells, wants to talk and then fall asleep?


<i>Will you leave that alone? It was five years ago, and the scar's almost healed.</i>


I don't know. I don't know what I would have done - what I could have done, even.


Are you not? Well, you aren't one of us.


*Halflings and gnomes - order here.*


He must have returned to the grove.


Impatient are we? Well who am I to deny you?


<i>You even tried to kill me.</i>


Simple.


Magic-eating flowers as a light source. Ingenious.


'Flumph Mating Rituals'. An odd book for a drow to carry.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Surprised she's not showing the big one, though. That'd fetch a pretty penny.


Sharp eyes, soldier. We're not safe here.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Now now, no prodding. You don't want to spoil the surprise. But I'll say this:


*If he harmed Scratch somehow, he shows no sign of it.*


Te occludo oculos!


It doesn't matter how far I run, all it takes is one Motivator and I'm <i>dead</i>. Damn these collars!


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


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


Caveat incantator!


And it can be anything you want. I promise.


But I can take a hint. Good luck out there. You're gonna need it.


To me, it all sounds like nonsense.


Perhaps I carry more on my person than is needed.


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


Attack<br>var 4


SmileOpen<br>var 2


I need him back<i>, and </i>I'll shower the person who finds him in love, adoration, and adequate compensation. What do you say?


Pallida mors!<br>v2


It would mean your salvation. Your eternity, despite that thing inside you.


True. What's important is why you're here - but we can figure that bit out together, petal.


A gruesome display. I wonder if Dribbles' act was as artful as his death...


Yes. Yes!


Handsome <i>and </i>talented. Goodness me, I'm a goner.<br>


No use. There must be a way to activate it nearby.


Te video!<br>v2


Must we talk? The heat is unbearable - my mouth is as dry as a dust devil.


Certainly the defender of <i>artists</i>. A perfect title.


Don't turn on each other. If whatever managed to murder a group of Sharrans is still around, we had better watch our step.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Please - out of the dark, before it claims me...


Not here. Sniff out the right spot, Boo!


Bah, we swat at endless flies - when the great turd awaits us above!<br>


Locked no more.


The gods cannot see me here.


What darkness has fallen upon us.


Monster.


Mors tua, vita mea!


I see. So... pretty far, then?


Our cunning trap just got flipped arse-ways up, is what. Nine-Fingers wants the Stone Lord dead.


Carefully, now...


Why think about Eryndlyn? I can never go back.


In Vlaakith's eyes only.


Did <i>not</i>, commander. Smelled you coming. Your friend, too. Druid-y smell.


The Absolute, eh? Same name that goblin Sazza mentioned.


*A thrill courses through you at the thought.*


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Is prattling about tremors when you have a duty not defective, <i>vin'iisk</i>?


We're close. We must be.<br>


Please - I need light, or the darkness will take me...


I do so love when someone does the work and I get all the credit.


Heard Mol made it inside already. Figures she'd not only wiggle her way out of Moonrise, but also slip into the city ahead of the rest of us.


<i>It is done. You have proven yourself. You have answered my highest calling. My Chosen. My Warrior. My Dark Justiciar.</i>


Can't leave you in the lurch.


If you can convince them of Brilgor's innocence then... Perhaps Ilmater could shed one less tear this day.


Looks like the barrier's turned off. Lucky me.


There are cozier beds, you know.


Ah! Damned, stupid bush.


Can't make anything out. What's down there, I wonder?


Do you suppose the parasites inside us dare to rest? That the <i>ghaik</i> do not still pursue us with each peal of the bell?


I was wrong. A deeper bond has grown between us.


I sense magic. This book's not what it appears.


There you are - come on out.


Hope your soul is in good hands.


Then go un-miss him. And hurry up. Devils are patient by nature, but even Raphael has certain limitations.


Are we unpacking? I thought we was packing.


You must take this to Lord Gortash. He's a man who will see sense.


Yeah. Take me back to the tribe, and we'll tell the boss all about this pretty little place so she can burn it to the ground.


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


Keep searching. We must find them - please.


Well, you certainly were... enthusiastic?


-waiting-   -preparing-
 -CALCULATING-
             -evolving-


It's the waiting that's hard. If we could just talk to one of the Fists, it'd be as clear as day that we're not criminals.


... dowry... for sister... in barn...


Have you forgotten what's at stake? You're Ironhand Gnomes - act like it.


Strange marking. What's it mean?


You're a vampire. I'm afraid <i>that </i>makes you a monster.


Um, are you here to see the <i>sa'varsh?</i>


You're right.


Ah come on, soldier, you've been through worse - nearly.


<i>'Steel Watchers'. Stupid thing'll probably decapitate me for cleaning the bloody mace rack.</i>


PainTeeth<br>var 2


So that mirror is some thief of memory. Look not, Boo, lest you forget how to write Minsc's name!


<i>BETRAYER!</i>


That's a sad story, truly. Tell it to Meadhoney at the counter - and get a vault pass while you're at it.


*You were witnessed assaulting someone. You're headed for the cells.*


We haven't freed Zariel's infernal asset - the one Mizora sent us to find. If we enter now, I'm good as dead.


Yikes, don't disturb a half-ogre in the making!


*That sickle blade - it's no religious totem. It belongs to a common redcap, fey creatures known for their bloodlust.*


Ugh - hold still, will you?


Were our bond a little stronger, I might even have shared a moment of magic with you.


It's pure savagery, to keep a prisoner parched like this. They'll only offer me <i>water.</i>


Yes. He shielded me and the kids while his brother and sister rushed the cultists.


What you <i>really</i> want is a good bit of human meat, with all the trimmings.


He must keep the Orphic Hammer there.


I see tracks there - or footprints. That's worth a look.


Someone needs a little help.


Vanished again. Damn.


The little thieves would have picked the whole grove clean.


I'd rather be stuck together, honestly.


*It's time to go home.*


Voco arvina!<br>v2


A wise choice. Better to indulge our curiosity than Elminster's appetite.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


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


Quod dico face!<br>v2


Unless... unless ya listen to me. I can save ya.


Merely protecting my assets.


Death is not to be feared - it is to be accepted. <i>Embraced. </i>Perhaps attending will help?


I received no word that a True Soul is to ascend.


I'm on my way.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


*The disc doesn't respond.*


I can still reach the temple and fulfil the General's orders. His advisor, Balthazar, also sought a way.


<i>Deaddeaddead.</i>


Ach. That is agonising! But I get it. I guess.


By my eye, that blade's magical. What do you think, Gale?


We can discuss your hurt feelings later. If we want to make progress in this place, we have to do the trials.


There you are! I was very close to worrying about you, Shadowheart.


EffortMouthOpen<br>ver 1


That's because there's nothing here <i>to</i> feel. This is a colossal waste of time.


I'm surprised you're bold enough to show your face here. Raphael might tear it clean off your skull.


I did it? I'm forgiven?


A trap. Someone doesn't like visitors.


No need for that - Nere's is the only head that matters to us.


Plenty left to see.


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


*It's a question destined to remain unanswered. In seven days you'll be a mind flayer yourself.*


Make yourself useful, or maybe there'll be a little culling in the Absolute's ranks...


Thank you for intervening with Kagha. Don't know if she deserved the mercy, but I hope something good comes of it.


All I ask is that you do not waste it.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death


Duergar corpses. What is this beast doing to them?


In his short reign, the Stone Lord and his crew have earned a reputation. Pure brutality. No survivors. And where he mows my people down, this ripe little cult takes root.


Lovely day for it.


You overstep your authority - and you stink of treachery.


Then let me say it more plainly -


More faithful of the Absolute. He needs a guide to the Tower, same as us.


Sniff<br>var 1


CoughIll<br>var 3


A brainless zombie? I mean, more brainless than usual.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 3


Attack<br>var 3


There are signs that the ghaik presence here goes beyond their usual predation. They are converging on something.


Closed Mouth Effort v11