Voco flagella!<br>v2


I can feel the shadows' power here... but they don't seem to be harming me?


Orin only seeks the Bhaalian favour you were born to inherit.


Army's gathered outside. The General giving us marching orders?


Have you not learned? I am beyond death, fool.


You see? She is nothing but a deluded girl trying to bluff her way out of our rightful judgement - nothing more.


Looks like that's going to bruise.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


Attack


A dead drow? I wonder what happened.


Ghaik. Death is too kind a fate.


Confusio!


Mephistar, home to the archdevil Mephistopheles. Raphael's bold indeed if he ever visits uninvited.


Someone controls the parasites... controls the cultists...


Bet this idol has a bit of divine spark left. Something Gale can use.


What a mess.


Stray from the path, and I will correct you.


I am dead.


It won't be long, Milady... It won't be long.


Pizzled rancour!


*Your consciousness surges into the orb. First there is blackness - then a pair of unblinking, red eyes.*


Laughter Maniacal


Didn't want... the girl... wanted her... <i>babe. </i>


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


*You smile, grateful. A lucky escape for you both.*


Again with the adamantine forge. These people need a new hobby.<br>


He's trying to corrupt you with lies - we need to get rid of him.


Hm?<br>


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


Such informality, child. Does <i>Jhe'stil Kith'rak</i> not command your respect?


Do I have to spell it out? Your. Own. Business. Mind it.


I was queuing with the others and then I started feeling... <i>wrong</i>. No, thanks.


Balthazar? Ketheric Thorm's necromantic master lies just ahead.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


What a plague is the stubbornness of the living. Should you realise your mistake, feel free to return.


A spot of healing will help.


Effort v6


But not Wulbren. He bloody <i>found </i>it - a small cache, buried down here with a manuscript.


You having a laugh, devil-boy? I know Ravengard - and last I knew, his spawn wasn't sporting those horns.


Looks like an ambush.


And what does Uncle Felogyr always say?


A usurper falls, another rot cleansed.


There is no better mirror in which to see the true nature of a killer than his victim.


Half this drow's body is crushed. Must have fallen from pretty high up.


Better to act swiftly than stand around and wonder.


Stay alert - that's a trap.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


Let me strike.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


I don't have the energy for this. I'm going to bed. Don't worry - I'll be gone by first light.


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


Argh! It's stuck.


Need a boost?


What was... hm. Never mind.


Time to loosen the chains of the githyanki prince, perhaps.


I think it's about time we imposed ourselves on Raphael's hospitality for a change.


Here it comes.


Rolan could be stubborn, but he was never malicious. Not like you.


I knew Jaheira was back in the city - alive and kicking and with a new friend in tow. Your exploits together are causing quite a stir.


The Emperor is the reason we have made it this far, and if the gith prince's suffering is the price of our survival, so be it.


Oof, I don't like that. Can't be anything good.


This calls for careful footwork.


There is something infernal to this pillar...<br>


Tendays of dissections of a still-living victim.


These chests are empty...


Not getting back in that thing.


There's worse ways to travel, I guess.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Enough. No point mislaying our trust. We'll get Bells back on our own.


Virtus et scientia!


A powerful ally. Well-chosen, Shadowheart.


You there - surrender this one to me, now, and you can consider Lady Shar's forces your allies in the battles to come.


Must be in one of these chests.


Why map what is already known all too well? I know you, girl. You possess a conniving heart, a disloyal heart, a questioning heart.


*You inhale the oily clouds of Minauros' stink. It is the stench of dead lovers and sour romances. It is the unwantable - but you still lust for more.*


*The fates of gods and monsters were decided by your hand.*


First step is the hardest.


A house of healing, from the looks of it.


Intactilis sum!


Turns out I've got a knack for killing demons. That made me a valuable asset. Zariel - the archdevil herself - made me as her personal attack dog.


Back to the anus that spat you out.


Ooh, real tough customer. I'm quaking in my boots over here.


You're not hearing voices. You're just... talking to yourself.


Choose your next words very carefully, <i>apprentice</i>. I do not suffer insubordination.


More minions - strike at the brain!


You lose, <i>k'chakhi</i>! Go play by yourself.


Let us be mindful in the future, at least. There are few fair bargains.


Can no one help? The law must count for something.


Because we've enough troubles and burdens as it is. Common sense, that's all.


Effort v10


The ogre must have moved on to new deals.


Uh huh. Sure, first you kidnap us and then you want to save us. That makes sense.


He'll be home soon, though, and you better find the Hammer before he arrives.


We need to protect the portal!


Effort v2


Tonitrus!


I reckon you and I were meant to meet - I'm Wulbren.


I know how you feel, trust me. But there's not much we can do until morning.


Don't bug me, I'm making plans. Big plans, see?


Effort v4


Praise the Absolute.


<i>Chk. </i>A tadpole feasts on our skulls, and you're signing on to chase devils?


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


Keeping very well, I hope?


My big brother, Garret. He got killed by that murderer guy - but I'm gonna fix him. Now, keep watch!


Do it.


Hells. Maybe I should have stayed in Avernus after all.


<i>Interesting - the creature was born recently, its mind is still fresh. You can absorb its potential if you consume it. </i>


This place wasn't built for the living.


But if his new status proves a liability, I won't hesitate to strike him down.


Keep a sharp eye out - redcaps are on the loose, ones deemed 'too violent' to work. And not one of these circus folk seem bothered by it.


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


But I do not understand <i>why</i> you killed the cleric.


She can't have taken it all with her, Bug - she must have squirreled some away.


Welcome to the Lower City, where Baldur's Gate truly comes alive.


Maledicte es!<br>v3


Him? He was the biggest. Now I'm the biggest.


Come to me. He hee!


From the dark to the... damp. An improvement, either way.


This is where the ones in the barn came from.


Strange collar... it's got runes all over it.


Nulla salus!<br>v2


Frange!


From Thay. Whoever looted this must've been in a hurry - they missed a gem.


That's odd. The flame won't go out.


What do we have here?


My blood is the least part of me, drow.


<i>Kainyank! </i>I should take your head for such blasphemy. But I'll save the pleasure for Vlaakith herself.


*Overwrought with grief, the connection begins to fade.*


You know, I was gonna give you a swift kick up the arse and show you the door...


<i>They are correct. Facing the Netherbrain without you would not be easy, but I will do it if I must. </i>


Now. would you like to see what I have to offer, or would you like to leave? I'll be quite content, either way.


I should have ended him... in the womb...


<i>The Blushing 'Maid it comes!</i>


Well, well, what's this. That book wasn't what it seemed after all.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


This'll be mean.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


Go, my friend. Please. Let me do this much.


Dying Freezing to Death


Ah!


Then... then it is as you say. They forgot their principles; you had no choice. I will mourn them when I can.


Is that...? Hells - the shadows have taken Lae'zel.


On your feet.


Some wall. Steady as a drunk hill giant.


Nothing a bit of magic can't solve.


It is up to you to prove the lessons have been learned once more.


Wherever Ketheric went - that must be the place where we will learn the secrets of the Absolute.


Still in control. Just.


What's happening? Speak to me. Wake up!


*Visions project into your mind: A nautiloid hurtling through the planes, resplendent with psionic energy.*


*The sky splits open, and nautiloids pour out of a void that consumes the stars.*


Ready for anything.


Not at all! Blood is life essence. And some creatures have so much more life than others.


But here - you should be out celebrating. You killed a hag, after all. Don't worry about us, we'll be fine - all three of us.


Thank you... though you shouldn't have had it to begin with.


I was too hasty to judge you.


Looks like some kind of magical contraption. Now to get it to work...


Something's wrong here. Devilish magic of some kind.<br>


You got your money, right? Don't want no trouble.


Every situation can be turned to your advantage - remember that.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Mannequins. For what purpose?


Once again? In smaller words?


From this angle, there's nothing you can't endure.


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


If only I'd left when I still could.


Get confused by one, blown up by the other.


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


How disappointing that this is what's become of her.


That one was strong.


Watch your tongue, salty. You never know who's listening.


Hells - his brew's turned to poison.


Easy.


I know this design - Shar's faithful wield crossbows like these.


You did well. Really well.


Barbarian Roar


Good time for a chat.


The Chosen of Myrkul is dead - permanently, this time.


...perhaps not. I do not know. All I can do for now is to try do some good where I can - try to help you.


Nothing.


Don't you think I've tried? They won't listen.


And you - tiefling! You did not embarrass yourself.


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


A prudent reaction, if somewhat lacking in curiosity.


Don't worry.


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


Dismember those claws before they dismember you.


All over Rashemen, they raised statues to Dynaheir. But this is Minsc's true monument to her - her wychlaran mask.


<i>You killed your ally to save a mind flayer? A poignant act, but a wasteful one. </i>


Come on. There's a spark here. I know you've felt it too, darling.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 5


Closed Mouth Effort v7


A private word would be nice.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


No, he... Sorry, I - I'd like to be alone.


But I have my whole life ahead of me... Things will be different now I'm on the Sword Coast. I can't wait for what is coming next!


What? No!


<i>Shit. I'm gonna be all right. I get to be alive. I get to stay.</i>


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


Korrilla Hearthflame, at your service.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


<i>This champion holds the key to the Grand Design's end. Answer to him as you would to me.</i>


I've got you.


The parasite must be affecting you deeply.


It wasn't just Kagha. We're all at fault.


Very well, but I'll make note of how much time you waste trawling through baubles.


This place is protected. Someone powerful must be here.


I saw you fighting those monsters! You were <i>magnificent</i>! I think. I mean, I couldn't really see from where I was - but I bet you were!


Citizens only. I won't say it again.


That just tells me you've met my people - not why you're here in their stead.


Messy little wizard - he didn't tidy his toys away.


By the trees, I never liked the ritual, but when I saw that drow, I admit I wished we'd finished it.


And now... perhaps it is over.


Effort v4


The puppet of the githyanki queen.


We had everything under control.<br>


A few. But people always warm to the most salacious chapters.


I know they're your people, but I still don't love walking into a den of killer gith warriors.


Not much to be seen.


Just... just a bit o' fun. No disrespect meant.


I - yes. Yes, I ate whatever disgusting vermin my master picked. So you can see why I'm slow to trust you.


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


CoughIll<br>var 3


And for that, you get one more chance.


Curious. At least we won't have to dig through fur and entrails for our spoils.


What possible reason could you have to enter the presence of Mystic Carrion?


Hope? Here? She is not permitted to stretch her legs - we stretch them for her.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


Sounds like a cult. And the Absolute is bending their ears.


Just think what could've happened to Holli if Umberlee hadn't intervened.


<i>Zhak vo'n'fynh duj</i>. I'm sticky with sweat and the distant planes know what else.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Alone. Drink. Alone...


Once, perhaps. Now you're something else entirely.


((*I will scatter you throughout the dark places, Spaw. your corpse will never know <b>home</b>*))


Here, darling.


Tuebor!


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


<i>Damn.</i>


Initiative v3


What's in here?


Nobody's getting any damn cheese! Now move it!


Curious. The illusion's been shattered.


Didn't you hear me the first time? <i>Piss. Off.</i>


I love you. I love this. And I want it all.


It always did. Though the ones we shared were far sweeter than those you've tasted recently.


I've never seen a tree like that. The bark must be a rarity.


Your eyes are sharp, sisters. Tend to your scalpels, so I might say the same of them.


Like I've never heard that one before. Get lost.


Te exsecror!<br>v3


Bodies for the harvest!


Victory v3


*Then the creature speaks in visions: curved drow blades, crude goblin torches, gnoll teeth dripping blood.*


See if there's anything you need. We don't know when the next blow might land.


Hells. The curse has torn open the ground itself...


Aw, our cover's blown. The messy way it is!


This darkness - it's too much. I won't last long like this.


Closer... I need to get closer!


Shadowheart - aid us!


Morbidus!


Nere? A fickle, unworthy servant to our Queen.


Quite an explosive secret to keep to yourself, Gale.


There you are - come on out.


Don't wander far - we need to talk.


Dialino!


Stabilio!


I... it's difficult for me to talk about. I'm sorry.


Aye, well. Might be you should've, yeah?


This would be the worst time to take a nap.


I can make some animal noises, if it'll make you feel more at home.


First, I lost half my crew in some godforsaken temple.


More for me.


Not again.


So Lorroakan's gone! He wasn't even in Ramazith's Tower long enough to change its name.


The others will think you're real, but I know the truth. No one leaves the Foundry. No one defies Lord Gortash.


Good. Don't test me on this - I'm deadly serious.


I know the Mermaid's food's an acquired taste, but you'd think he'd at least have tried it... I bet he was nervous. He seemed <i>really</i> keen.


What's say you take them elsewhere, hm?


Must not leave this behind.


What did I expect? It is in your very nature to say whatever you think I need to hear to forgo your slaughter.


Just hurry back, we can't wait forever. The darkness is encroaching.


Good. Drop it near the rubble when it's time. Flaming arrow or some such'll set it off.


To flee the fires of Avernus only to fall here - this is the power of the Absolute.<br>


Indeed? How regrettable, that your meat must go unsavoured.


Looks empty.


Nice thought, saer, but it seems you don't have enough gold to make good on it.


We once angered the Faerie Queen's court during a misjudged performance in the Feywild. Your city scares me more than she did.


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


Hope your soul is in good hands.


Those boots look quite special. Something for you, perhaps, Gale?


On I go.


A pity, because we were rather excellent together. A love for the ages...


With my life.


There was a time when he might have made more of himself - he was certainly given the chance, after we threw him down.


A map of the Sword Coast. My people have scouted well beyond the temple.


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


There you are. I have awaited your arrival with great anticipation. Come closer.


It's where they kept Halsin. Scrappy fellow, judging by this mess.


*Ketheric Thorm dishonoured the very bones of his ancestors to make this totem to Myrkul.*


Good luck, and may the Moonmaiden protect you - if you can stand it.


She is strong... but she is also human. The years were harder on her than on me, in both body and mind. Shar's pit robbed us of precious time we can never have back.


Thou roach-mocked jester.


How bothersome.


Oh, Hope, you are such a piteous thing. All it takes is a crumb from the table, and you forget the centuries of starvation. This insolence has earned you centuries more.


All mine.


*Be wary of casting such spells, or you might find yourself in hot water.*


Malleus!


Move unseen.


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


Non fit injura!


That leech? Really? You'd rather have him than me?


But I'm sure you're different. I'm sure you'll be fine.


I have been born anew in Gith's son, our saviour.


A good trick.


I've never seen a tree like that. The bark must be a rarity.


We still have the tadpole and we still have Orpheus. I'm just saying...


A vampire among us? So be it.


Yes. I'll bring him back to camp. He'll be safest with us.


You did us a good turn, and the Zhentarim pay their debts.


I like the way you think. Didn't expect to turn this horrorshow to my advantage... but why not?


Leave it <i>alone</i>.


<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, kin.</i>


Something's guarding that forge - and it's weak to this 'hot hammer'.


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


Effort v6


So, a vampire lord walks among us. A powerful ally to have at our side, and a powerful enemy should our intentions diverge.


Cruel giggle


Githyanki text - information on the Astral Prism, I wager. The Sharrans must have risked life and limb for it.


What if something happened to him?


Better take this.


A wonder this shoddy wall hasn't already collapsed.


Talking statues. I don't like the sound of that.<br>


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


They'll target the children, if they find us...


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v2


Alfira's dead. And whoever did kill her will pay for it. Got it?


Chosen of... the Absolute. Wants... the cleric... more than anything.


The Moonmaiden needs you more than she needs us. You are the future - you must return to the fold. We are the past. And our duty is almost done.


*Mizora's wings squeeze tight and you are shattered once more, your atoms strewn by the winds of Malodimini.*


Well. Now you know.


Recovered


*They're with her now. Thanks to you.*


Hush up, will you? Go keep watch.


Efferve!


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


Makeshift Selûnite graves. They were buried with haste.


Help? <i>Help? </i>There's no helping us while that monster lives.


Please, stay with me.


Ouch. Well-earned.


Aye?


Come here... please!<br>


A ritual circle. Seems to be infernal in nature.


Eating and drinking your fill before a few wicked deeds to Shar... I've missed these.


Meditation Breathing


Detono!


It seems you've become quite the exhibitionist without me. I can only congratulate you on your indecency.


See? You're among friends.


Urgh. You and Illy same. Best buddies. Bunk buddies. Gross.


Sounds like there's gold inside. Their proceeds?


Ack. Swamp.


Attack<br>var 3


These sigils... what were they for?


Rotating plates? Might as well give them a turn.<br>


But if you mind your manners, maybe I'll remember you when I'm running the Gate.


Very well. How else may I be of service?


Broken. Need to find another way.


Wait. Did that just transform?


Let us raise our voices. Gather to my shield!


*Something is amiss about the boy - but exactly what eludes you.*


So like I said: piss off.


*You try to focus on Shadowheart's words, but the inferno inside is burning your mind clean.*


Serve Jaheira well now, saer - and I'll consider granting you a title in my kingdom.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


*Kagha eyes you intently as you speak the text etched into the frescoes.*


Brace yourself!


Away! This is Raphael's chamber pot.


I'm ready.


Pulso!


A pity for us both.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


Attack<br>var 2


Good call. Looks like that's going to bruise.


But some missions require warm bodies, and quick minds. That's why I need you.


I need to get off this roof NOW!


Any who object to the laws of that world will have no place in it, of course, and I will gladly eradicate them.


That's all I wanted - back at the grove. But you had other ideas.


This curse is powerful - the will of a god made manifest.


Weak


If you start fighting, you can deal with it yourselves!


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


Dialino!


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 3


We can lay down later.


Come on, my love. Let's show them what we can do.


Doesn't do anything.


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


Another empty pod.


Dodge


Agh... necrotic energy. It's sapping my strength.


Non movere!


*... fire. You hear laughter. You smell brimstone.*


Jara, what's going on? Who's this woman?


You mock our heart-bond?


I won't bother ya any more. I swear.


We could have been so much more. But you had to choose <i>this</i>.


I can't... I don't recognise this stretch of the river.


Some gods may delude themselves into believing they care about their worshippers, but when it comes down to it - we're all expendable. Children to be appeased, not respected.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 5


When you worship Shar, secrecy is everything. We'll sacrifice our own memories when ordered to.


All I can offer is the promise that, should you choose to do so, you will not meet her alone.


Sleeping upstairs? Don't be surprised if you're awakened by the sound of ghostly elven singing!<br>


Falling<br>var 3


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


Silly me - of course! Let me check our records...


<i>One final test. Will he defy me and prove his worth, or will he cower?</i>


A sweet gesture, but all... this? It's not really for me.


So... it's finished. Good...


*The pin the woman wears is familiar to you. She belongs to the Harpers, a covert organisation dedicated to freedom and balance.*


<i>How he means to make the city bow to him and him alone.</i>


Oof, that must have hurt.


My queen, my eternal regent. Through your eternal wisdom, I will be legend!


Thou roach-mocked jester.


Interesting bauble, but I don't recognise the symbol.


Better be cautious.


<i>Who...? </i>Come now, do you know just how many children have been through here, in one form or another?


Such an uncouth outburst - I fear it may spoil the succulence of your meat.


Grab a torch, stay outta the dark, and move <i>fast</i>. The shadows have eyes. Go on.


Wyll asked to speak with me alone, and the moment my back was turned, he tried to kill me.


<i>This</i> is what Marcus buried? A dead Flaming Fist?


Looks like you need a hand.<br>


Yawn.


Now that you mention it... he was here before Jaheira caught that tadpole she's been using.


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


Please. They get very <i>aggressive </i>if we stop digging.


I'm sure my colleagues in Parliament will be happy to work with the Zhentarim. Nine-Fingers was, of course, a blight on our fair city.


First Druid, and now last druid. Thanks to me.


I need to see the Mother Superior.


With the half-elf, aye. New clients, maybe? Either way, Glitterbeard was fit to fill his trousers.


Fiat lux!<br>v3


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


*You push on, knowing full well how it will end, how it will <i>all</i> end - with you. And your folly.*


Combat Vocals - Stand Up Effort
aggggmm...
v2


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


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


Should've taken my own bloody advice.


None taken. Wiliness keeps me alive. More or less.


No, no, no...


That's the spirit. Go get her, tiger.


We have to look out for each other.<br>


Yeah... yeah. It is!


*Vlaakith has rejected you, for Orpheus still lives. The <i>kith'raki</i> will hunt you, gut you, and devour you. You are not Vlaakith's precious, but Vlaakith's prey.*


The Archdruid Halsin. Do not be surprised that I know your name - you fit a rather singular description.


-- You -- <i>have </i>- <b>function</b>.


Cocky, eh? Maybe you've got the skill to back it up. Or maybe I'm about to make a heap o' coin.


You'd become a mind flayer - but you'd lead us to a sure victory. It's what you do.


Whatever comes, I'm ready.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


You think chaos courses through <i>your</i> veins? You have no idea...


That dead drow spoke of the Adamantine Forge too. Popular spot.


Orin's blind ambition failed us. She compromised you, just when success seemed certain. Ketheric? His obsession with his daughter made him lose all hold on reason.


Not again... <i>agh.</i>


Vae victis!


I can do better. I must.


Must I?


Do not squander this.


I half-expect to die trying, but I prefer that to standing on the sidelines while you risk everything.


That, alas, is where my knowledge fails me.


My forgiveness will be the same. I'd be a fool to turn down a powerful ally - especially one who has earned the trust of fair Isobel.


But for all your zeal, I sense something... <i>amiss.</i> You stand to be judged as an Unholy Assassin - and yet you bring no offering?


<i>This </i>is where they kept the 'Blood of Lathander'?


A dragon lives under Baldur's Gate, waiting for a hero to wake him. Or so the author believes.


The killers paralyse their victims, take their hands as an offering for Bhaal, and make it look like the cult of the Absolute was behind it all.


Te exsecror!


It doesn't need to, as long as you keep your fangs to yourself.


We'll find another way to stop them. We must.


Thief!


Resurg


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Ah, I am Sceleritas Fel: Butler of Bhaal. I live to die, and die to serve.


Consider it done.


Para bellum!<br>v2


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


That's quite the contraption. It must have taken years to build.


If this is your work, you went about it... enthusiastically.


I'll get you moving again.


Bet I can crack that open.


Dying Burning<br>v6


That's a whole lot of soldiers - a dead end in every sense of the term.


That, or we've just prolonged its misery.


Well, she flees no more. I will be the conduit for Madeline's spirit. I will force her to face trial.


*This tombstone still bears the dust from its recent engraving - 'Varri Vanthampur. Unwanted in life, welcomed in death.'*


Vengeance can be a bitter pill for a kind soul such as yours, Karlach. I pity you, that you can not savour Gortash's death.


Haha, you're it, try and catch me!


The refugees can't stay here in Rivington! They're a danger to all of us.


Nice view.


No. No no no.


I wish I could tell you dying isn't so bad, but my experience has been quite... specific. Sorry.


Dad, <i>breathe </i>- I'm all right. And you - thank you for stopping those... whatever they were.


Lookie.


If that's what we're offered, we'll take it. Everyone's got to start somewhere.


Huh. Now <i>that's </i>something you don't see in the Mouth every day.


I never credited Bhaal with a sense of humour. This is some sick joke of his - let's not be part of it.


Always the way - no one fixes anything unless it hurts them personally.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


And next?


Your Majesty. The Prince of the Comet, Gith's true heir. It is an honour.


I am open to anything - if you can find a piece of furniture that is up to the challenge.


Kiai


Paintings hung on the wall - almost like an art gallery.


The shadow-cursed lands... makes back home in the Underdark seem quaint.


Yes - your authority is great. We can learn, watching you break what little remains of her mind.


I know rubbish when I see it.


He lost sight of what is important.


Told you to get out while you could, didn't I?


They're dying for me. All of them.


Your scouting party has not returned, and half of the intruders escaped your guards.


Nothing, <i>ra'stil.</i>


Waiting for master. Miss his scratches. Can't leave without him.


*But beyond terror, there is hope. You see a beaming Ravengard presiding over the sunlit city, applauded by the people - a people at peace.*


Should've - <i>ngh </i>- known. I'll die before I go one step with you.


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


Te absolvo!<br>v3


Her pain and fury are festering wounds - she sees the hunters who murdered her cubs in every face.


A Sharran? Perhaps someone I should seek out...


Silks from Cormyr, it says. Empty, though.<br>


That's Kozakuran. Just like on the door.


Art thou certain?


That's the last of Raphael. I'll be glad to no longer have to suffer his smug face.


Easy! They're with me.


Dying Burning


Vincit qui patitur!


A Selûne idol, really? Are you in need of a paperweight?


Aren't you?


I'll be keeping a close eye on Vanra from now on - don't you worry.


I ain't felt this good since before Ethel nabbed me - wait. No way.


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


He must know <i>something. </i>Let's not give up on him yet.<i></i>


Another slate. Lae'zel should have a look.


I'm getting gone. You ought to do the same.


Fine.


Like the book said - I've to get through this maze without getting caught or triggering a trap. Simple... I hope.


Falling<br>Var 2


Who cares what the illithid thinks. If we can get Orpheus on our side, we're golden.


And you are <i>sure</i> we cannot leave them behind, Boo...?


What a sight. We chose a powerful ally.


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


You'll have to excuse us. My darling and I are enjoying the view of the city.


A perfect fit. I just need the raw materials.


What? No. Lunkbug, you <i>can't.</i>


Well if laugh I must, let our alliance end on a lark!


He who would try to control evil must beware lest evil tricks him, steals his clothes, and kicks his backside with his own boots.


Attack! Attack!


I commiserate with his situation, though. It's tough ticks housing something you can't control.


Something's wrong. Talk to me.


Scarcely worth the effort.


Attack<br>var 2


Hells - his brew's turned to poison.


Such necrotic power... I'd swear it made my heart stop for a moment.


Effort v9


Voco nubes!<br>v2


If that charlatan Lorroakan thinks he can best Dame Aylin, he's even more clueless than I believed.


But that first rush of freedom can be intoxicating - I didn't always make the best decisions when I first tasted it. They'll need guidance.


Very well.


<i>I am?</i>


Attack Desperate<br>var 3


More of those wretched things.


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


<i>Gith'ka tavkim krash'ht.</i> I feel its pull. Its desire to enthral is... overwhelming.


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


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


Flowers blooming in shadow. This is the sign Halsin mentioned.


It yields. Good.


Never knew goblins can't hold their liquor.


If so, they might have returned to the grove.


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


*The skull's eyes flash a final time and its jaws sag open. The scroll with all of Cazador's rituals is yours. Vellioth is no more.*


The queen would take even a child's head for so much as whispering this rubbish.


I'd better do the talking.


There are deep gnomes being held in Moonrise Towers. One of them is my friend Wulbren.


<i>If I'd known you would be so open-minded, I could have saved myself a lot of effort. </i>


Gotta do it fast, and gotta do it <i>alone. </i>Any of your mates step in, you lose. Time runs out, you <i>lose.</i>


Goblins strip the dead down to the last stitch, so I hear.


Signum arcanum!


Ain't my gold I'm offering. It's the True Soul's.


Quick and easy.


What if he's telling the truth, Petras? He is free.


Blood and bits of armour. Worrying.


Another of those tanks.


Tunnels under the Open Hand Temple. The name 'Father Lorgan' is jotted down alongside them.


*The coin disappears into the darkness, landing with a soft <i>clink</i>.*


We'll be moving, just as soon as my guards are done moaning.


<i>A crack in its defences! Now we can destroy its true self.</i>


If you spite your loving Butler now, I shall be forced to report back home that you have been naughty.


<i>In Bhaal's name.</i>


Get Beldron out of there. <i>Please.</i>


'Orpheus rallied Gith's honour guard and declared the throne for himself. The War of the Comet had begun.'


That's what you want, isn't it? To lose yourself in me?


You said I was free! You said I could go!


I'd move along if I was you, citizen. Patrols have doubled since the... ah, recent troubles, so to speak.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


No - I won't allow that bastard to live. And a true rebel dies with his cause.


URgggh...


I didn't know that then. But I could see the change in him. He told me we'd be together now, said Aylin was dead. I couldn't speak. Could only run.


My Prince, no!


The sussur tree's native to the Underdark, if my teachings were correct.


We carry the means of the prince's release - and his death. This cannot be the way!


Closed Mouth Effort v6


That song...


Then again he's so full of himself it's a small miracle he hasn't resorted to self-cannibalism yet.


Trap... for... Stone Lord...


A bad way to go.<br>


Assassins under this temple is certainly unnerving news, thank you for taking care of them.


Don't you smell it? The monsters are gone, and the air is fresh with new beginnings.


It does not compare with the comforts of home, but your camp is almost palatial in comparison to my previous accommodation.


You stole a story from me. Courtesy demands I get yours in return.


Footprints of muck.


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


*He's trying to tell you something, but you can't make any sense of it.*


I need you to finish what we started. I need you to remember me - our mission - long enough for that. If you try anything else, I'll kill you. Understand?


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


I see tracks there - or footprints. That's worth a look.


That being said, I'm sure he won't mind you indulging <i>me </i>with its subject matter, once you've broken the seal.


Interesting. I wonder if those blueprints survived.


Mors tua, vita mea!


It's lovely...


Someone's diary. Might explain what happened here.


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


The circle will fall into darkness if we don't intervene.


Luskan, City of Sails, at the far north of the Sword Coast, in the shadow of the Spine of the World.


We can put the Gondians back to work, rebuild the Steel Watch, and march to Waterdeep with an unstoppable army at our back, and a song of conquest on our lips.


Not everyone made it out alive.


And away I go.


Scratches that size... something powerful made these.


I have to hurry.


I feel like I'm missing something here... what am I supposed to do?


Hurt Critical


If so, they'll hunt us to the far ends of this cursed land.


BUT DO YOU EXPECT TO SHATTER THE CHAINS WITH YOUR THICK SKULL?


Gods, I enjoy killing imps. Now - I'm going <i>home</i>.


Dying Panic Fall


I shall go speak.


<i>Not now, anyway. Right? Right.</i>


Oh now look, you've scared off the little snack.


Laughter


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


Do not be naive. I. Followed. Protocol. I've earned Vlaakith's favour.


Peri!


I bet you do.


I know what you're thinking. So let's do it. Let's seize the whole damn world and be reviled together.


We know that all too well. But... the Absolute sent us here.


Isobel! A little healing magic, if you please.


You're drunk.


Ugh... sure.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


Shit. You did it.


Amicus animalis!


Something about that blade seems familiar...


If you stumble, know there is no shame in falling. Only release.


<i>Zhak vo'n'ash duj</i>. Source of my bruises.


Why?


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


What easy prey you make, walking right within my blade's embrace.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Moving.


The Gondian menace is finally over - now is the time for the Ironhand Gnomes.


Come to die? Come to kneel? Surrender and live - THRALL.


Moon witch rubbish. How much time did some dimwitted artisan waste on that?


Looks like it siphons power from anyone lying in that cradle. Wonderful.


I'd reconsider if I were you.


What in the hells, Astarion? You bit me!


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


Whatever tadpole trickery you have employed - you will <i>not</i> do it again.


The next thing I remember, there's someone breathing on my neck, a tongue, and then the <i>pain</i>...


Ketheric had a daughter? I wonder if she is a creature of dust and bone as well.


That portrait - it's been warded with necrotic magic.


Vincit qui patitur!


Gotta stick to my work, boss.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Inaccessus!


Good. Gods help us both if I came all the way down here for nothin'.


Something's guarding that forge - and it's weak to this 'hot hammer'.


You have seen a god reanimate the bones of his Chosen, you have seen an entity capable of commanding legions with a thought.


Effort v7


To the guards, as was mine promise. Begone!


I need to get out of here!


Cave circulum!<br>v2


A list of names, with Father Lorgan's scribbled out... ah, Boo - I do not think this list-maker means these people well!


GaspFrightened<br>var 2


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


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


Let's wait for Sorn, in all his nonsense.


I need to get off this roof NOW!


*Within Ravengard's memories, you find Counsellor Florrick. She is confined in a cell, right here in Wyrm's Rock.*


I need to rest, Ma. Get 'em out of here.


Whatever we want!


Enough already.


Oh, no no. This is Jaheira's house. Well - her daughter's, these days. I'm just watching over it while she's gone.


Can you help me? I've no family, and Vanra's father isn't around. The Flaming Fist were my last resort.


Are those... <i>organs</i> in these vials? Yuck.


That's out of my hands. I think I've said all I want to on the subject.


Where the hells are we?


Voco arvina!


Beautiful! What colours. Reminds me of the sparkler tricks on Liar's Night!


*Your Father is angry. What foul punishment awaits you now that you have rejected him?*


Attack<br>var 4


Whatever fits in that socket must power this thing.


What a horror - caked in blood.<br>


I was just thinking. You know - for a while there I thought there was something between us. I know you felt it too.


Did you even try to save Lia?


And yet - a notion born in lonely hours - come ebb, come flow, come all that is beyond the breadth of our dominion: be a moon unto yourself.


When the Chosen sent my thralls to retrieve the Prism - who do you think let the 'Emperor' slip its leash, knowing it would be the one to bring you to me?


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


You been a shit since I laid eyes on you, red-eye. Go on, try and gut me. I ain't going down easy.


The brain torments you relentlessly. We must be close.


How was I to know what went on behind its closed doors?


Now, you want to bump someone else to the back of the queue? Fine - but it'll cost you.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Keep pushing - Duke Ravengard could be inside! On count of three. <i>One. Two...</i>


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


Upon completion of the tune, a magma mephit will appear, which will pose the following question: <i>I'ss k'cha t'chiss n'aga?</i>


Dodge


The feeling is mutual, friend. I have only passing familiarity with the surface races.


To gain Loviatar's favour, every <i>single </i>strike should be met with an honest cry of pain - or perhaps a touch of begging.


Buy your papers here. Um, please?


You had Father's offer. His glory was in reach, and you cowered like a babe.


Ow! Perhaps I should have clarified. A <i>helping</i> hand? Anyone?


Senseless creature - I don't want to dull my blade on your overly thick skull.


I should go. I know of still others that might help us when the battle horns call.


Disobedient hound. Where is he?<br>


A brave and noble prince. May the stories of his sacrifice travel far and wide.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 3


Passionate, primal, capable of bestowing the most life-affirming comfort, or inflicting the profoundest damage.


The price is paid.


Frange! v2


*As you catch the tiny thing between only a finger and thumb, the hope she had all flickers away.*


GruntAngry<br>var 2


Fine day for it, I reckon.


Just keen to get back to the Gate, is all. I was born there.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


Nothing hurts any more.


*As the sounds fade, there is nothing left but cold, still silence.*


That was last tenday though.


Amo sanguinem!


Lies, lies, lies! I - <i>ungh!</i>


I'll need to talk to your leader if you want to partner up, though.


What in the... all my energy's draining away. Must be these flowers.


Scratch! I thought he was dead.


We fight against evil wherever we find it. And I find it standing before me now.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


Killing the fiend known as Karlach. She's been a thorn in the archdevil Zariel's side.


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


Don't look into the shadows too long - feels like the dark's eaten into my soul.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


You do not call upon the Sisters. They come when the Hells demand witness.


I wonder what was so subversive about their words that they commanded protection.


You've chosen the wrong household to argue politics, my friend. Shop, if you like, but let's talk no more of my son.


Nine-Fingers was the only thing keeping the kingpins united. I doubt the Zhentarim can do the same, no matter how pretty their uniforms are.


Huh. This goes very far down. We'll have to go in to see the bottom.


I am sorry, Wyll. I do not have the words. But Boo has warmth, if you will let him share it a while.


I feel it, though. My very being, draining out of me.


Incredible - you actually think you hold the winning hand.


Most excellent.


What is this?


No - I'm not up to anything! I just wanted to say thank you.


I feel a breeze - I wonder what's down there.


My patience is wearing.


Y-you could've killed them! Just... just leave, please!


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


It shall be done.


Come. It's time to paint the place red.


Let me show you. Close your eyes - <i>and submit</i>.


I made a pact for great power - only to end up here. With you.


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


Cultists... It was so dark I didn't realise until the children started screaming.


Oh gods...


Where have you got to, my darling, my joy...


Don't distract me, citizen. This park needs my keen eye.


Something to turn the tide.


Mind flayers and civilians side by side...


*And if the 'Darkest One' is Shar, 'moonrise' must be her celestial sister, Selûne.*


Odd.


Not sure what the other mushrooms are.


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


There is no walking away from this. There is no hiding from the evil you have unleashed.


Mephistar, home to the archdevil Mephistopheles. Raphael's bold indeed if he ever visits uninvited.


All this magical hoo-ha. Gale would love it here.


I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Should the worst transpire, and we seem destined to fail... well, the orb remains an option. But I truly hope it does not come to that.


That's right, she won't. She can't. She couldn't even lay a finger. AHAHAHAHA!


Let me stop you there. We'll need to be a bit more focused. Word counts, you know.


PainPretend<br>var 1


A githyanki, tongue removed. They tortured secrets from her, then sought to prevent her corpse from divulging to any others...


Shouldn't have made me your enemy.


Ugh. I feel weaker than a kitten's whisker...<br>


No time to lose.


Barbarian Roar<br>v3


You are a True Soul? Little wonder that you serve me so well.


The cavalry is here.


The goblins... look so small. Hard to believe I was ever afraid of them.<br>


I can't tell if this is a temple or a library.


And you're gonna need it, mate. This ain't your standard dungeon-dive, right. This...


Wait. Perhaps we <i>shouldn't</i>. You're not the one I need to talk to, are you? Not really.


Dwarf... Red clothes... Stranger...


As always, I endeavour to be invigorated by your candour, rather than eviscerated by it.


Do not drip so much, horn-headed one. Boo does not bite. Well, actually, he does. But only in the service of smiting evil.


GaspSurprised<br>var 1


Ah, go on, ain't bothered muckin' my blade with ya. But mind your manners.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


This is a place of healing. Anyone who partook in our methods did so willingly, and left with a smile on their face, freed from their troubles.


And it doth not act alone.


What?! So all this time, he has been leeching his life from an immortal? The man is more parasite than that thing in your head.


This is what I get for trying to strike up conversation.


No, this place feels all too 'Underdark'y for me.


She's toying with me. What does she want?


These killings were deliberately brutal. There's something near that relishes in carnage.


A mere crime of passion. You must kill without prejudice, without distinction, without reason. Death without motive is truth.


Vow that your body belongs to me.


It must be a fine thing when one's moral compass points so unwaveringly towards righteousness.


Nothing. There <i>must</i> be a way to get it working.


We've been travelling with a vampire - one that feeds on his friends.


But it is not for you. Not yet.


Thank you.


These melodies...


That song...


Yes.


*Sniffle.*


Imps. No surprise.


You'd really tell others about him? That's so brave! Please, take it.


No traps, please.


Gortash is working us to the bone. You need to get some rest.


<i>T'lak'ma Vhir</i> - Brother in Freedom. I welcome you to the fight.


And you've never strangled a Berbalang with your bare hands.


His territory ran from the Wood of Sharp Teeth to Cloakwood. It took half an army to drive him out. How did he end up here?


Just remember what I said - let me do what I need to.


Come, Voss - I need you!


Thy accuracy would be lauded, had it a purpose.


The Spear of Night. You are not the Nightsinger's chosen champion - her weapon is useless in your hands.


Hrrmph. Them deep rothé fought better than most gnomes, I'll give them that.


Let me see.


Should get started.


I only hope I can make it out in time... My poor Skorv...


Better friends than the ones hitching a ride in our skulls, at least.


*You see Dror Ragzlin writhe. A tadpole clings to the mind flayer's fingers.*


At least he can rest, until the shadows are banished.


This must be where the gnolls attacked.


How do I still owe so much?


The Bite! No. I don't want to die. I don't - <i>Argh. </i>


I wish to come with you, help solve this <i>problem </i>that's plaguing you. It's the least I can do.


Far better to encourage such glimmers of light amongst the darkness.  Who knows where they may lead?


Dwarf skin is a delight to work with. Rugged and dependable, if a little difficult to peel.


We - we would never! Our Majesty should have said.


Let's hope we chose the right ally.


...You think I don't see that pathetic fumbling?


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


A <i>few</i> goblins? Felt like a lot more to me.


You're a monster hunter? I'm surprised - I thought all Gur were wandering cut-throats.


Another scrying eye. Someone's keeping a close watch on this place.


As long as I have it the hag will never stop hunting me. What am I going to do?


Closed Mouth Effort v10


No. No, it can't end like this!


And mean.


My magic is yours to command, Master Lorroakan. Simply say the word.


A young cave bear - killed and stuffed before its teeth were fully grown.


And what is that plan, exactly? What options do we have?


Or able to smell.


Even the venerable Harpers are compromised by the Absolute's poison. A grim turn of event, but one we must take in our stride.


Mayrina ran off with the child I was promised - because of <i>you. </i>So I had to find myself a new one.


Uhh, hi.


Cap needs all the attention I can spare, for now. But one day, when the world's set back to rights, we ought to strike out together again. See what's out there.


Give 'em your shoulder and hope for the best.


Looks like it would've made a powerful weapon.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


Hm - what was that?


Go to the distillery, the one she calls The Waning Moon. Find it - and bring it to <i>me</i>.


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


Let's hope we chose the right ally.


Glad I escaped.


Maybe you're right. But the whispers won't stop.


An intriguing prospect, for sure... but I'm glad you've shown yourself to be comfortable in exploring without me. Sharing is important, but some things should be just for you.


Damn knots...


What in the hells? It was a shape shifter!<br>


<i>FINE! </i>Have it your way! No appreciation of art, these bloody arm-havers.


Unslaked hunger... unquenched thirst...


Tuebor!


Nothing to be done about it now, anyway.


Now jump to it, or it's up the lift and straight to the shadows.


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


I've never seen anything like it.


I try not to play at politics, especially those of another plane. Your prince's battle is his own.


Circulus mortis!


The editor will be in for a surprise tomorrow.


There you are - come on out.


Ugh, fine. Xavier! XAVIER! Don't talk to it. It might have germs.


<i>Increased heartbeat, audible tremble </i>- you're lying.


By Vlaakith's touch, what is this?


Canto te!<br>v3


Locked - but there's no keyhole. Must be a switch or something nearby.


Empty for good.


It matters. If you cannot live as you wish, then you can at least die as you choose.


Stuck. There's no leaving without a fight.


Wait - you're the one who saved Oskar from those bandits, aren't you? I've seen your face in his sketches.


Lend me your prayers, kin. I will pour every drop of my magic into this tree if the Earthmother wills it so.


We made it, Emm. She came back for us. It's <i>over</i>.


To Ramazith's Tower we go.


Until now, I never thought Vlaakith a tyrant or me as a vassal. She was the source of my might, and I the envoy of her will.


One time my parents denied me a kitten, so I summoned myself a tressym. Dear old Tara. Beautiful creature.


The stone - I feel it. Hollow behind the back wall, and beyond... water?


Victory<br>


One small world among the infinite.<br>


Dodge<br>var 3


Welcome, True Soul. The Disciple will have work for you, I expect. So much to be done.


I just need to be sure - is this what you want? I mean... <i>this</i>.


Just <i>go.</i>


Come on, girl. Focus.


Of course I couldn't control it. I was mortal. But once I reforge the crown, the power of a god will be mine to command. The orb will answer to me.


Jaheira - I'll save you, I swear!<br>


Godsdamn it, what've you <i>done</i>?!


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


PainOpen<br>var 2


Hells. We've got a vampire among us?


*You tried to pick the wrong pocket. Now you have a fight on your hands.*


Hostium munera!


I need a shovel to dig this up.


A perfect fit. Now to feed the forge with the right materials.


You've unexpected friends, but my debt to you still stands. The Ironhand Gnomes' firepower is yours to command. Just show us where it's needed.


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


Dying Freezing to Death


The disc is moving. It must lead to the next step of Shar's Gauntlet.


Our orifices remain blissfully unbloodied. Our heads remain clear, and our blood temperature normal.


You have not experienced my hatred, stranger. Not yet, at least.


I probably shouldn't be seen talking to you - don't want to give the Gortash gang here the wrong idea.


Hmm?


Oi, Gribbo! How's the prisoner?


Bah. I'd thought one like you might understand. When a threat makes itself known, you <i>remove</i> it.


Heh... How 'bout this: you pay a toll, an' go on as you like... or else you <i>fly</i>!


Bet that will fit in my pack.


I see a way.


<i>Chk</i>. I'm embarrassed you'd fall for such an obvious trick.


Why is it <i>always </i>a mephit?


Ex Textura!


Beyond that, I will say no more. There are some trade secrets we cannot share.


Give me your arm, please.


Holding up all right?<br>


The Dream Eater.


Crusty rogue.


OW! Why - please, <i>stop</i>!


I have a mission to fulfil. I must -


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Thank you! Please come again soon, and have a magical day!


The arrogance of divinity. Your patron will not hear your prayers when I add you to my undying retinue, godling.


These tunnels were full of shapeshifters. Father Lorgan's name is written here too.


Phew, you smell like a crusty mud-hole.


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


And now they know about the grove. Gods. I - I need to warn them!


Here I stand on only the humble three, half-cousin. But I hope I've filled them with my fair share of living.


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


No. No! Why didn't you run? Why didn't you hide?


He wasn't the worst company, bloodlust aside. Part of me will miss him.


Maledicte es!<br>v2


Bold of you to just stroll in as if you owned the place. But perhaps you shall, soon enough...


I - uh - it's simply because you look so... pleasant.


Gith runes. Yes - this must be it.


This hatchery is a place of solemn duty and care. No one approaches an egg without my permission.


Vivat crescat floreat!


Tell the stupid mirror about balsam. Good for burns. GO ON.


I told you - the girl is none of your business. Keep that hole under your nose <i>shut</i>.


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


Do you really need to ask? It's all I've ever wanted.


<i>I know what grows inside you. And I know of a cure.</i>


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


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


Big dog - gnoll... I got too close...


I know people are hurt, but don't worry. I'll guard them on the road.


A camp. Looks abandoned.<br>


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


Right. Bound to be more urchins to save around here.


<i>You are as lucky as you are careless. Do not let the stones out of your sight. </i>


Effort v11


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v4


And look at that statue.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


'Stickshit this, Stickshit that'. It's 'Skickpit', you goons.


I need to find out more before I let anyone root around in my skull. I'll find an expert.


Hold on.


What's worse than cultists? Cursed cultists, of course.


I can't say I'm relishing this, but it must be done.


Grant me patience...


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


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


Let us not forget that we also have the Orphic Hammer. We could free Orpheus, let him wield the stones - if we can trust him.


AgreeClosed<br>var 1


Even when the faithful abandon them, sacred places do not lose their power. Be on your guard.


At the ready, Harpers! In this light there will be victory! In this light we will avenge the fallen!


They swoop... and steal.


*You descend from beloved stock. You've no doubts that you can restore the Council of Four and the Parliament of Peers.*


Don't just paint faces. People got other parts, too.


To insatiable urges.


What's wrong with us? Are we sick?


<i>Ghaik</i> reinforcements could be with us any moment now...


*You stand above a body, which is in a state of gore nearly beyond recognition.*


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


What?


Yeah, don't hurt the little clucker. Just chase it through the posts!


You picked the wrong time to be cheap...


--COME---    -BECOME-


That's quite an egg.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Helm forgive me - what have I done?


We've got to get Gronch into the city, but he's in no shape to travel. I wonder... what if we hid him in a big barrel and nailed it shut? ...Nah.


I don't like being cooped up inside, but it's what's best for Cinta - I'll make sure she knows you had a hand in it.


At long last!


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


Still not quite so sure about you, though.


Fiat lux!<br>v2


What happened here?


Dying Burning<br>v4


Karlach, no. If we had taken control, if we had become Absolute, I could have saved you.


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


To some, it is the only currency.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 1


*The spider appraises you hungrily.*


A now I have the undying love of the Absolute. I pity you will  never know that feeling.


Listen here - we've reached the point of no return.


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


Victory v2


No effect. For the best, I think.


I'll leave you to my crew, <i>matey</i>. And should you somehow survive? Stay away - or Vanra will suffer.


Is this it? Seems a little underwhelming for a holy relic.


I... don't... understand... why... everyone... else... isn't... the same... way...


What can I do for you?


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


This ship's navigation system. We must travel the planes - leave Avernus, before these imps tear us apart.


*But be wary of your confessors. Will friend turn to foe, knowing what you are?*


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


We took this off you before. Some of it's missing, feels like. But there you go.


I was pushing my broom at Basilisk Gate when our Steel Watcher just went all limp, like. No one could get it to move. And I hear they're <i>all</i> like that!


A hag's magic is nothing to be scoffed at. This staff is exactly the kind of artefact I'm looking for.


Would everyone <i>please</i> stop going on about the 'Absolute's army'? Lord Gortash is going to sort it all out, you'll see.


What's wrong with their face? Freak.


We did what we had to do.


Food!


The dowry. She'd know where it is.


I won't let any Banites pass me - I swear it.


*At the back of the crevice lies a bag, enfolded in the chitinous squabbling of spiders. A shiny gold coin pokes from its mouth.*


You all right?


Just stay focused on slaying the Infernal, will you? The undead have it hard enough already.


Breathe deep, and move.<br>


Now kill it.


Should've trusted my gut instead of asking for help.


Shar called you 'nothing.' But I know better than that.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


We'd owe you a great debt. What little we have, we'll scrape together. It isn't coin we need - it's <i>time</i>.


In her radiance, you are made whole!


I need a moment for the two of us.


Dalelands cheese. <i>Very </i>mature - ugh.<br>


Throughout my ordeal, I saw how tenderly you cared for me. Even at my worst, you never left my side.


Maledicte es!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Need to get there, unseen.


*The joy fades as quickly as it came.*


I can see why your acquaintance with Raphael ended so violently - you're not a very convincing liar.


Where did the djinni find this crap?


*The dagger is tightly embedded in the carcass. You notice nothing unusual.*


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


COME TO ME ACROSS THE HALL BRING THE HAMMER BREAK MY CHAINS


I'll kiss it better later.<br>


Want to buy another one? Today's is particularly legible.


Exactly. And should your friend lack such qualities, that is not their fault.


I won't let you down - I promise.


Ah... wait. You're not with that damned raiding party. Apologies.


Damn outsiders, sticking their noses into our affairs.


A pretty thing. And at least it offers us some protection from the tadpole.


Still in shadow.


Perhaps - perhaps yes. Without them, I wouldn't have known warmth, only ice and fire.


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


A reliquary - requires a key.


*The adorable flying squirrel.*


Dying Burning<br>v3


What's up for discussion?<br>


So - memorise the platform locations and bound across. It was in a book, so it <i>must</i> be true.


What divine calculus plucked each of us from the ether, and thrust us together?


I told you I stole the artefact from someone - well, I stole it from Vlaakith.


I came so close to losing everything back there. To losing myself.


It's done, Shadowheart.


I fight for the Oak Father's realm.


Something's always catching us.


The brothers? I guess they didn't find their sister.


*Another bowl, bearing the stains of an ancient blood offering.*


Morere!


That's not mine to open.


*Every emotion soaks into her mind's palate, but there is purpose to her exploration - she is searching for proof of your faith.*


Ketheric Thorm is important, but there's clearly more to it than that.


You can count on me, Karlach. I promise.


I'm not in the habit of helping vermin. I expect it to return and bite.


Hmm. You make good use of silence. Too many think hot air will save them...


That's that settled.


Hey! You tryin' to slip us somethin'?


<i>Ugh</i>. Full of poisonous gas, like a dwarf in a brewery. Best left alone.


This'll help.


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


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 1


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


At a loss, really. People have always commented on my confidence, sometimes my over-confidence, and in one particularly cut throat assessment at universtity - my 'abject and incorrigible self-delusion.'


Omnia mutantur!


Here for you!


These markings - <i>tir'su</i> script, scratched in the ground. As I expected: a crèche must be nested in the temple below.


This calls for careful footwork.


There's the First Druid Halsin. This is his grove. <i>Was</i>, I should say.


(Yes!)


You broke her - most thoroughly. Well done.


Collaboration is rarely second nature to your kind. But who knows, the writer of this particular tome may have been feeling generous.


The Lady of Loss shall triumph!


Got to have a plan first. Got to trust Jaheira to come up with one.


Dragon's dead... again.


It's yours. This is the only prize I need.


Wait, Arnell. Don't you see? Our daughter's not a little girl anymore. She's a woman - one who's lived a whole lifetime without us.


I've been watching your journey here. Your triumphs. Your temptations. Your doubts.


Even rational minds like ours cannot reject such a powerful influence.


They do, however, know the work of a master when they see it.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


It seems our infection comes with an unexpected symptom - the ability to influence others.


Almost drunk enough to sing! One more mug...


Oh, she's not dead, petal. Like I'd kill a sweet <i>innocent </i>child.


Best get in and out.


You are nothing without me.


Hm - a perfect fit for those pod controls.


Recovered <br>V3


Attack Critical<br>


I suppose Astarion is a part of the vampire aristocracy now. I hope he doesn't expect us to bow to him.


*As he drinks more and more, you feel yourself fading from consciousness. When you wake again, you will be his forever more.*


Ah. I'd heard you might be about. How the devil did you get stuck here, Barcus?


This ought to sting.


Lucky I made it out.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 3


It's lovely...


Just TRY.


Booze is s'posed to fix everythin', but that stuff is <i>deadly</i>.


Here we go again.


Ey! Someone's in here!


...better be...


Unfortunate, because you're going to hear it.


The insertee we speak of, this parasite - are you aware that after a period of excruciating gestation it will turn us into mind flayers?


Closed Mouth Effort


If you see her, just let me know. Please. I'll be at home - I'll get no help here.


Don't much like the notion of bowing to the Zhentarim. Don't reckon they'll <i>keep </i>us bowing for very long, either.


Nothing. The transformation was done.


What's this? Feels like I've <i>lost </i>something...


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


And now that you're here, the crown jewel of my research is soon to be faceted. All you have to do is drink Formula Gruna.


Tell me, Blade. Is the healer cruel for ridding the sick of disease?


They're dying for me. All of them.


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


'If' won't get us fed and watered.


I'll let Gale deal with that particular problem.


I warned you, I WARNED you not to touch him. And now you'll PAY.


Exploit? To what end, m'boy...? It would be deeply unwise to repeat an old mistake, and anger Mystra yet further.


An elder brain... One of the cruellest and most powerful creatures in existence, enslaved by mere mortals.


No more tadpoles in here. Wonder what happened to them?


Hurt Critical


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


One moment, forever emblazoned on my memories. I won't soon forget it.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


Need to get the quantities just right...


Things look... different.


I knew Kagha had twisted them, but for so many to turn on us...


Bah - you would deny Vlaakith's gift? Very well - while you fumble about on this rock, I will raise a silver sword in my queen's honour!


...Oh. I <i>see</i>.


Well, Wyll. I tried.


Voco flagella!


Nah. Gonna use that for a flagon.


I'll be on my way, then. There are a few places in the city I'd like to visit. I might've sussed some interesting items I'd rather like to get my paws upon. If I find anything interesting, I might even be willing to share.


*There are so few honest guards these days. Unfortunately for you, this is one of them. You're under arrest.*


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


I need to get out of here.


Please. I don't want to think about it.


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


*You may yet have cause to remind her.*


This place is a blister of corruption.


Well, you'll have to find your own way in. You're the resourceful sort, you'll figure it out.


Don't mind me.


*Surely he will understand. You've developed a strong bond with him already... but perhaps you've waited too long? The revelation could damage the trust you've built.*


Peri!


Then we'll both be carving our own paths. I wish you well in yours.


It's... dead. We couldn't have done it without you. Thank you.


Quite right. Lia can be stubborn at times.


<i>Minsc</i> has no interest in your furniture, Nine-Fingers - only in the wicked rump that fills it!


No time for mercy.


Effort v6


Somehow, I suspect it's worse even than you imagine. Likely you heard that I broke, or froze, or some other lie kinder than the truth.


The Dead Three stand united. Shalt thou have the strength to face them?


Moradin's bloody beard... I'm not waiting around for that to happen to us.


Do the fools want to die in the dark, Majesty?


What was that thing inside her?


Father Lorgan's secret tunnels. His name's written right on the map.


Hells, it's everywhere still!


Maybe it'll help if we start with a little fun. How'd you like to help me kill some evil bastards?


You are a poor liar. I do not know why you are protecting them, and I do not care.


...Yeah, she's not coming back.


Dissolve!


Fool. My mind is not your playground.


Ubi es?


A handy little trick.


We will destroy the Netherbrain - and I will ascend to my queen's side!


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


For your sake, True Soul, I pray Her judgement is swift. Hear us, Absolute!


Ngh. My head...


It feeds on a host. How very illithid.


No - I don't believe it.


Let's see what this does.


A bloody mess this. Something rather unpleasant went down here.


Hmm...


Begone, pox-faced loon.


O-of course. Anything for a most beautiful and fancy drow person. Here. Popper hopes you like it...


Please - do you know of anything that can be done?


Which one? 'The Sixth Arm of Tu'narath'? 'Voidseekers'? 'Myth and Gith'?


All right. What now?


Vocal Misc - Breaths<br>v3


Hope your soul is in good hands.


My strength is yours, my love.


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


Well met, soldier. Nice to meet a friendly around here - it's been tough going so far.


There is something I lost... no, had taken from me. My family. My life. I want it all back -


Attack Critical<br>var2


I'm on my way.


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


That ballad was but a crude preview, a frame without its crowning jewel - your <i>nom de guerre.</i>


Effort v4


It's for <i>Rolan.</i>


*You persist, but your heart sinks. Someone, something is pulling at your very core.*


I wonder what brought an orthon to a place like this? We'll never find out now...


Closed Mouth Effort v7


*Tampering with that lock might be the last thing you ever do. This witness will make sure of that.*


There are other sources of strength. Trust in your allies - trust in<i> me</i>.


*A gilded clavichord. You can almost hear the eerie fugues played upon it during the vampires' debauchery.*


Hm.


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


Hurt


Perhaps they don't. I care not. I care only for vengeance.


Never.


And look at that statue.


You are open-minded - a good quality to have.


No. I am sorry.


What an angry little creature that pixie is.


*The mirrors here seem to not reflect light, but devour it.*<br>


I'll grab that.<br>


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


Voco nubes!<br>v2


Thaniel? We've heard that name before - from Halsin. That's who he's looking for.


Nice to see the dark's spitting out more than shadows. Welcome.


*You stare into the eye. Your reflection stares back.*


Now, you're going to pay for it.


I've got something special for you.


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


Adamantine is precious, <i>jargh</i>. And I'm not the sharing type.


TAKE THIS PLACE!


Rest, yes... we'll talk more later. Once I feel more like myself.


And?


If you're feeling faint after your bout with Cazador, Astarion, I don't mind donating some blood.


Tunnels everywhere. Not sure I want to know what dug them.


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


Ugh - hold still, will you?


The whispered Weave.<br>


I do. I have a proposal for you.


Risum teneatis?


A-ha! You must be Arfur's friend.


I always wondered what githyanki eat.


I hope you're right, and I hope I'm wrong.


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


Muddy footprints all over.


We'll be more cautious in future. Probably. Maybe...


Yeah, 'ow many were there? Four?


Oh hells - Lae'zel is still back there. Should I just leave her?


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


One day, I will stride as you do. And perhaps <i>you </i>will carry <i>my </i>burdens.


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


Oh, don't worry. I know how to kill her - and make sure she stays that way.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Hah - thanks Nickels. And the stone.


Get us out of here. <i>All</i> of us. And hope for her sake her path never crosses mine again.


There are those within Menzoberranzan that we call <i>qu'lith quarthen</i> - those driven-by-blood.


No.


But don't tell nobodies I gaves it to you for free - gotta protect my reputation as a tough businesslord.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


More of those creatures. Not sure why they're attacking out in the open like this.


Necklace matches the sigil in that cave. The Harpers were busy.


Good, because we have no time - this leaky wineskin's due back at barracks.


Feculent beast!


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


You are here because something grieves you. Perhaps you know what that is. Perhaps you merely <i>think </i>you know.


*You hiding from duties in a little alcove you call your own. But the pain finds you anyway.*


What's happening? Where am I?


It may not be the best idea.


I'm with the Harper. We should take every advantage in reach.


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


That is not what it seems. I see you, shapeshifter.


Dying Panic Fall


Voco potentia!


Most wander this world like witless cattle - and you could become their butcher. Finish the ritual, Aspirant.


Well, someone had some fun.


True Soul? Absolute? What did they mean?


Because - because they don't make sense! Killing each other like this, it's stupid! Orph-


Uhm...


Still on my feet.<br>


If you must. But I'd sooner butcher the <i>ghaik</i> than entertain its lies.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 4


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


Helm, if I am not worthy, let my life alone be the one the hag takes.<br>


Bene curatur!<br>v2


*Fresh, sweet-smelling water gurgles gently below.*


You rejected the illithid when it no longer suited your needs. No doubt you freed me because it suits you now.


Of course, the Absolute sees all.


*Show your invitation.*


What if one of us stays here while the other looks for Rolan?


Well, Grand Duke Ravengard. A position like that comes with a lot of wealth and luxury.


I thought Sharrans were usually the ones worshipping in the shadows.


This tunic... I'm sure I wore it. Did I have to disguise myself as a bard?


I'm not a busybody. You ought to use me as an example, or you might get yourself in trouble.


Wasn't expecting that. This jar fights back.


If you cease your frivolous ways, keep your mouth closed, and learn to obey, perhaps we can attempt it.


Ah. Friendship. A curious burden I confess I have no interest in carrying.


Speak, Benjamin! Is he safe?


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


Amo sanguinem!


That ritual's nothing more than a fancy way to kick us out and leave us for dead.


Until then, her warriors will hunt us. If they can't see reason, they'll see the gleam of a blade as it severs their necks.


A mind flayer dummy. Good for practising on.


It's those damn shadows. Be ready!


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


A spell to divide one into many... Gosh, I wouldn't know what to do with myself.


*You back away from the trap, but it's too late. The guards will be hearing of this.*


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Victory v3


<i>I was wrong.</i>


They are known to pick from their most devout followers a Chosen, granting them incredible powers.


Et alibi!


I checked - it's the Sword Coast Couriers or <i>nothing</i>. Can you believe it?


They remember everything. The pain. The pleading. Their torturer, wearing their daughter's face. End their nightmare. Give them peace.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


*The Netherbrain is ended, the Grand Design is thwarted. You slept soundly for the first time in uncounted months.*<br>


How about this?


This piteous hovel will be your grave challenger.


You are wise, Boo. Let us... give her a moment.


Canvasses on the walls. Beautifully painted - but to what end?


You're trespassing. This is <i>my</i> territory.


Where did they find all of this clutter?


The right tools for the wrong trade.


Laughter Maniacal


You're right. Got my own kin need helping, as soon as I'm on my feet.


Prove <i>what?</i> The ball's right there.


Shar speaks now, doesn't she? Dribbles the poison of oblivion in the shell of your ear? I do not hear her words, but I sense her <i>rage.</i>


I won't keep you waiting.


Pay dirt. Bet it fits into the device by that pod.


Mm. Just keep it quiet, hear?


Cough_Ill<br>Var 4


I know just what to do.


Ah, how I've missed your colourful turns of phrase. We must catch up just as soon as I've had words with your little friend.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


Please - all the good stuff's downstairs!


The young Ravengard is with the Absolute. He means to disrupt this council.


In that case, I'd very much appreciate it if you could arrange an introduction should we reach the city.


You let perish the Prince of the Comet, the True Heir of our people.


I was. Now I am much much more.


That can wait.


They say there's a new master. I must offer him everything. Everything.


I hope your goddess is pleased.


Glad to hear the snootiness doesn't run in the family. Now, while I'd happily stand hear and shite talk my brother all day - I've clothes to sell.


It's done - good.


My name is <i>Shadowheart</i>.


Another parasite. Take it. It will nourish you.


Um, a few days ago.


I have more to thank you for than I knew. And we have much to discuss. Perhaps we could join you in your camp later?


<i>That's</i> Astarion? No. Impossible.


More than a little. I would love to see her naked body bound to yours by barbed chains, as you both bleed out in a spider-pit.


Time to get this thing fired up.


That's curious.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Listen to me, preaching like an initiate in his cups.


There is cause for celebration. Master Halsin would approve.


Falling<br>ver 1


Someone escaped. One of the adventurers? Did they go back to the grove?


*No ledger or shipping manifest presents itself - but there is a seal stamped on the lid.*


Closed Mouth Effort v3


PainPretend<br>var 2


But... I... try not... to... let it... get... to me...


A book on Netherese craft. More to Gale's tastes than my own.


No, no - PLEASE!


That's a shame. You'd like him.


Do what you will with the body... I couldn't care less.


The spell claims to make many of one. Powerful magic.


Seems we lucked out in keeping the Absolute's voice out of our heads.


These creatures are so simple to ensnare, Baretha. You mewl too much about your task.


Lord Gortash's ranks could use someone like you - you'd be a real asset!


That tentacle sprouted from below. Follow it, and I wager we'll find Ketheric.


Bhaal? That's exactly what I - wait. How do <i>you</i> know about that?


Have you found something?


Yes, you have. I saved you before.


Te curo!


Your eyes glow with fervor of one who seeks justice. You must be a priest of Tyr.


Hurt Critical


I'd like to propose a pact. A divine oath, sworn upon spirit and flesh. I do no harm to you, nor you to me.


That would have been fine deception, in most cases. But your lying tongue cannot mask the empty pit in your spirit. She truly has abandoned you.


There is no escape from my voice. There is no escape from your destiny.


*You open your mouth and bite down. Not into a tender neck, but into the twisting body of a rat - the only thing your master lets you eat.*


Try to not waste this.


Finders, keepers.


Yes? No? I'm not sure.


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


You could send an elf to sleep!


*Your confession is unexpected, but changes nothing. You're about to be locked up.*


A warded door. Better open it gently.


A fissure in that wall. Strike it just right, and it should give way.<br>


Arcane lights. Of course.


- and it rests wholly with you. I trust you'll be the beacon to which we all can rally.


The House of Hope - Raphael's abode. Only this time, he hasn't invited us to his table...


N-no! Popper is a tough businesslord! No free stuffs, even for a - a beautiful drow person!


Don't let the quiet fool you - Zhent contacts say the sewers down here are livelier than ever.


Oh. Nothing, nothing. I'm just poorly making a point.


A red dragon. Look at the power in that body.


Sounds like a fight. What's going on?


If heroes are in short supply, then I will bloody well make one up. For them, and for me.


Why, perish the thought. Every word was nothing less than true.


Already dead.


Come back soon. And if you see Gyldro tell him... tell him everything's under control.


Hm. All right.


Save your breath - I'm going nowhere with you as long as you have that gith in tow.


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


Ask Wyll. He knows that better than anyone.


Voco murus!<br>v3


My name is Oskar Fevras, though I doubt you'll have heard it.


Master found me, fed me, then I... I...


*His eyes flicker to yours for an instant, then away, as if it hurts to look at you.*


Looks like you need a hand.


My thoughts exactly. I want to go before anyone else thanks me for saving their tails.


And credit where credit's due - you saved us. You saved this whole city.


Ah. That's better.


That bastard broke his nose! What is this place?


He left. Didn't say why.


This one too? This is the third fountain I've tried!


With the Absolute's army gone, the Risen Road should be clear - we can follow it all the way to Baldur's Gate.


Another drow for my feasting eyes. In darkness bred, yet no less delicious for it.


Assuming I have a life to build. It's a little hard to plan anything knowing there's still a tadpole burrowing its way through your brain.


It's about time - I'm starving!


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


Oh, a drow? I - I didn't see ya there.


Intelligenti pauca!


A lie. An in-truder!


I'd have given you my coin already if I had any. I've nothing for you, friend.


I'll get you out of there.


Hang on - somebody's nabbed my potion.


<i>Forgive me - I did not know I had kept Gortash's humble servant waiting.</i>


This is serious business, devil.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v2


A dead githyanki. The corpse may hold something useful.


It vexes me to know of you.


Now I'll have to drag Connor's coffin all the way home. It's the only way this child will ever meet their father.


Be split and spilt before his Throne!


Effort


*Cazador - your master, your lord, your creator. His will tightens around you once again, and it is as if you never escaped him.*


Answer the questions I put to you. And answer honestly - the lips may try to deceive, but the heart will offer the truth, in the end. Let us begin.


A close alliance.


Curious. What secrets might this door be hiding?


Be ready. Whoever - or whatever - did this could be close.


Well look who's finally up. Heard you had a taste of Hoots' newest hooch.


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


<i>Damn.</i>


I wish the harpies would've killed you!


Quiet as a mouse.


Otherwise, I think we're done. Try not to dawdle too much in the city - Mother's waiting.


You were good to give the lie to Marcus' deception. Who knows what he might've done.


If so, they might have returned to the grove.


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


You wretched little insect. I'm going to rip out your spine!


But I'll keep at it. Thank you.


Locked tight - there must be another way through.


(Keep your voice down.)


I've found myself in something of a quandry. Yours is an opinion I'd gladly hear on the matter.


Tell of my rutting? My virility?


You rat!


-taken-
           -corrupted-
-GONE-


You're right. You're right.


I know what to do.


Dying Panic Fall


Another letter from Orin the Red. The girl begins to smack of desperation.


All right. This might work.


You won't find a way out here. Or a way in.


Footprints. There may be even more that survived the crash.


I wonder where the circus will go next? Madam Lucretious said the Shadowfell, but I'm pretty sure she was joking...


Lae'zel, <i>T'lak'ma Ghir</i>. Thanks to you, the skies above Tu'narath shall tremble with psalms!


How about now?


Nice view.


You don't pull your punches, do you?


There. Celebration.


Where's that hag scurried off to now...?


Can't you go be a True Soul somewhere else?


Now that's... dedication?


It is dishonourable to slay an ally. But I'm not surprised - mortals <i>have</i> no honour.


<i>Look there - the Netherbrain's stem. Need to get closer.</i>


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


Demento te!


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


You're jumpy.


This upstart everyone's praisin' is gonna trample all over our gods and our faith... makes me sick.


An admirable choice, if not one that will make achieving our purpose any easier.


Curious. Ghouls aren't exactly known for their religious fervour. Why does this one care for the Absolute?


Resisto venenum!<br>v2


You again... Hey, I don't want to end up in the Baldur's Mouth obituaries. You'll get no trouble from me.


Enough negotiations, Zhentarim! It's time to take our due!


Ho! His end will be one more strand in the great braid of our friendship.


First Druid, and now last druid. Thanks to us.


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


Unnerving though it is, if we are to face an elder brain, we could have no better ally than an illithid.


Attack<br>var 5


Nope.


Soldier?


The seat of the Absolute's power - occupied by a General that cannot be killed. But his followers are flesh and blood.


If a gnoll catches your scent, you'll need every bit of strength. Trust me.


Another trick up my sleeve.


Effort v4


Keep your nose clean, yeah? I might be small - but I've got bite.


Because there are gnomes trapped behind these rocks, stuck with a drow.


Yes, I saw the bodies.


Your knight in magic armour.


No such thing as a simple question with you people, hm?


To lose such a great man. It just doesn't feel real.


For the record, you have a violent heart.


Not seen her for a tenday. Ten days and four bells, to be precise. Not that I'm counting.


At the ready.


Hm?


Now if you don't mind, I've work to do.


I crush him.


Spawn? I am the Vampire Ascendant, Gur. And I thought I was done with your wretched little tribe.


<i>Aid Master. Fulfil the hunt. Nothing more. Nothing less.</i>


Ridiculous. Someone of my skill should choose their own vantage point.


Kiai


Freshly-spilled blood. A recent decapitation if I ever saw one.


Very well. Enjoy your feast, Tara.


Your time on this plane is at an end, creature.


Curious setup. Think I'll keep my distance.


You're making me sweat.


I've never seen a Steel Watcher this messed up - have you? Wonder what happened to it.


Let's go.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Finding it may be easier said than done.


It's done.


Gods, what is this?! What's this feeling? I thought I knew every type of hurt there was. I didn't know anything, did I?


What the - oh... g-greetings, sir.


Please, everything is about power. Sex, relationships, violence - they're all just different forms of control.


Dame Aylin! Lend me your sword!


Broken. Ah well - it served its purpose.


It is only knowledge yet, without comprehension. But when you use it, you will... see...


Not this time. My orders are to capture him.


Let's go - there's killing to do.


Well - it'll certainly do <i>something</i>, my most noble vindicator.


Do the right thing. Kill Nere.


The toys from the barn - this is where he crafted those murderous little things.<br>


Let's hope she doesn't need to use it. Not everyone wants to live forever.


Vincit qui patitur!


No thanks.


Good news for us. There could be some useful potions inside.


I haven't sprouted any tentacles yet, thank Balduran.


What about the priestess?


Hmm, let's see...<br>


I'll take care of that.


Auribus teneo lupum!


Split these intruders open! Avernus is ours.


Too fast but... can't be. Must finish...


You didn't kiss anyone until you were <i>fifteen</i>? Gods, what a tragic, sheltered life...


Flying furniture and screaming portraits I could deal with, but to see my husband reduced to such a state...


Should be safe to travel now.


Minsc is so amazing.


You should have stayed missing, moon-bitch.


Heavier than it looks. Wouldn't be very comfortable.


I have only a moment. And you, <i>vin'iisk</i>, will listen.


Perhaps if I ripped out the hydraulics? Started fresh?


If it ain't the fearless goblin-slayer.


Very well.


Willing and able.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


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


I wanted to know if there was anyone else here like me, someone who'd recognise it.


The True Soul was infected with a tadpole. This Absolute of theirs must be a <i>ghaik</i> hallucination.


Not how I wanted you to open your heart.


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


Time to fetch Scratch from the kennels, I suppose.


Plenty. But I hoped someone of your talents would be more ambitious.


Blessed gods, you're here.


Let's hope we rapidly find a healer.


So beautiful. So free.


Truly? I was sure you felt the same way. Once the power of the shadow curse was broken, the connection was undeniable.


We will talk more down below.


What about 'piss off' do you - hold on. You aren't just talking shit, are you?


*You catch the barest tendrils of magic coiled around the Flaming Fist.*


Origin Extra: Dying Burning


And you. If we meet again, I hope we're still wearing the right skins.


AgreeClosed<br>var 1


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


Day four: excruciating pain as the skeleton and organs reform and reposition.


Aim, breathe, and...


I'll kiss it better later.<br>


And what is an adventure without monsters to slay, and toasts to be made after?


Mors certa!<br>v2


I'm just sayin', those eyes...


Of course, apologies. I warned them not to interfere. I...


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Minsc's skull has been split many times. But never with quite a sting such as <i>this</i>.


A great deal of people in need have entered that door. In my time, I've come to recognise their suffering.


Seems to be stuck.


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


We need to protect the portal!


This accursed weapon has distorted his loyalty. He'd sever our heads, given the chance.


Those students need to learn something of authority.


Looks like those two are about to fight...


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


Another mask.


<i>Turn back. We must have all the Netherstones before we approach the brain.</i>


Another slate. Lae'zel should have a look.


Is this the Underdark? Gods take me.


Times are hard for us all. But we must persevere!


I've got it covered.


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


This was different. It was like I could see my fate in her eyes.


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


Victory v3


*You spot a name on the dog's collar - 'Scratch'.*


<i>Waukeen's </i>coin, most gratefully received. And in return - a pass to the vaults, and your own personal key. Strongbox Five.


Just let us go - we won't come back!


Hmm. A-ha - his king is wide open!


Ya got what ya wanted, didn't ya? Stop botherin' us.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


I won't remember you at all. Nobody will.


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


These melodies...


Ad lapidem!


Not everyone can just wave their hands and be healed. Why aren't they rationing anything?


Hello, world.


Auribus teneo lupum!


There must be a way to get them out. Someone else find a way out of here!


For now. But any crimes against my kin will be answered for, in time.


We trained on effigies just like this in Crèche K'liir. The reward for destroying one? Crafting a replacement.


Vos curo!


Baldur's Gate's sewer system could use a few... improvements.


*Baldur's Gate is your home, and you are its servant, relentless in your pursuit of the greatest good.*


A head, parted from its neck. Dribbles, I believe.


I need to find Doni!


We must act. I know a way to purge the Absolute from the city.


Oh my. Someone went drowning their troubles - quite literally.


Forget it. The milk's already spilled.


I perform better on my feet.<br>


See? All bite an' no bark.


You, a True Soul? I'd be shakin' in my boots if you were, but all I'm feelin' is the urge to see your guts.


Vita excolatur!


It would have been heresy to even consider reading this, once. No more.


Curses - quite literally!


My rancid blood whispers to me: kill, kill, and kill again.


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


Someone's in agony. Coming from beneath the windmill.


He's been resilient but he'll talk...


*You spend the rest of the night reliving your torment, but if nothing else, you know your scars are not what they seemed to be.*


I pray the spawn will stay in the Underdark. We will show no mercy if they return here.


Wait - why did my collar just vibrate?


Bounce light all you wish, little mirror. Minsc will only bounce it back!


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


*What this pattern signifies, you can't fathom.*


Ira!


Still alive, so that's progress.<br>


It's calling its pack!


Of course. How else was I to break through these walls?


Still in control. Just.


Need to get off this thing while I still can.


The glass feels... warm?


These tadpoles are no ordinary ailment. It might be wiser to keep the specifics to ourselves.


I'll strike you down.


Recognising this glimmer to be magical in nature, I reached out to it with a Weaving of words and found myself on the other side as it were.


Any news, 'Digger?


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


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Not good enough. No gristle, no meat, poor clay for sculpting an atrocity.


Rank, malodorous pustule.


Sure, and I'm Zariel's firstborn. Don't be distractin' me.


Maybe I should take one of these statues back with me to camp...


Oh. We met in the grove? I heard what you did - how much you helped us.


And you brought Karlach to heel. See that she remains obedient - my offer is not for her, it is for you.


Ubi es?<br>v3


Perhaps there's something to it, then.


I never really told you the story of me and Gortash, did I? Let me set the stage.


Ugh. Fine.


Damn. Wish Lae'zel and Shadowheart could've solved that without coming to blows. I guess it's no surprise the githyanki warrior won out, but Shadowheart held her own.


<i>Ssifisv</i> - it is as you say, Teela. Come to me.


No space for a key. Not to fear - there is always space for the boot!


Lady Shar... so many must have toiled to make a visage so grand. It's <i>beautiful</i>...


When I'm with you, I feel practically alive, yet I crave only to die again with you.


Victory<br>


Snore
zzZzz


Exhilarating. Terrifying. Exhausting.


<i>Astarion.</i> The light will burn you to a crisp if you don't get to shelter.


Look, look, you'll see. Gimme that rock. I'll show ya!


What's in here?


Take more care.<br>


A True Soul with a soul. Imagine.


Could I be a good bard?


An illusion. Must be something worth hiding beyond it.


Master Halsin's home - by Silvanus' mercy.


Effort v3


Now, instead of killing and resurrecting each other, we should just work together and try to stay alive.


The drider's caravan must have came from here.


I've never seen such a fearless display of sheer idiocy. Bravo!


Too bad the rest of the note is pure gibberish.


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


True Soul! A present, straight from the battlefield.


Oi, youse! Help us out of here, would'ye?


Tibi do pennas!


Prayers, charms, battle cries - the Harpers' work. They were primed for combat.


A dead tongue. Whoever worshipped here must be long gone.


Beasts and Hellknights? You can hardly blame him for being a coward.


Try me.


Heed my cry, Moonmaiden, ever-changing...


An unforgivable loss. He'd have made a fine ally.


Pawns, king, queen - is this lanceboard?


Armed scribes - but no sign of a struggle.


Balthazar. Trusted advisor to General Thorm, and your better in every measure. Now enough questions - follow me.


Careless... skipped... precautionary termination.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Waiting with bated breath.<br>


Who's the stubborn one now?


Vae victis!<br>v3


This orthon isn't just a killer. He's an artist, too.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 2


Video veritatem!<br>v3


I'm afraid not. Good luck to you - I'll take my chances alone.


Remember my face, my lady. I shall win a place at your side, in the wars to come.


We can but stand guard against the parasite - I'll be watching.


Well, well - he symbolic triumph of the Absolute over the darkness of Shar. Petty vandalism, in my opinion.


Praise Absolute!


She's not wrong. We're bound together, no matter what comes.


*It sends out a wall of telepathic force, shattering Cazador's will. His hold on you is broken once more.*


Probably a waste of time.


My own son, touched by the Hells - yet as true a soul as there ever was.


We shed tears today so we may shed blood tomorrow.


Welcome back - we've been awaiting you, Shadowheart.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


If I contact him, the illithid might sense it. I just have to wait.


*You'll need to drain magical energy from a powerful artefact soon. As you contemplate your hubris, your eyelids grow heavier and heavier...*


Stuck.<br>


I tried praying to your fella Tempus, by the way. Down on my knees and everything. Felt like a fool. Still do.


Don't worry on the worgs, cavey. They won't eat anyfink wot grows in the ground.


Just when I was getting used to the sky again...


Resarcio!


I don't know nothing! We were just standing here!


Your parasite gives us the element of surprise - let's use it. You lure them in, we cut them down, then you grab the lantern.


*By Silvanus, the Treefather, our turmoil is calmed.*


IT IS GOOD. ANOTHER.


For Baldur's Gate!


I don't recognise these claw marks, but they're telling enough in their own right.


It is to the people that I'm loyal - not to the lich Vlaakith, a corpse in gith clothing.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


I never broke, but... I've spent all these centuries awake. <i>Aware.</i> So here is my offer:


My brain is bursting from my temples...


As we all hope to.


You could almost row a boat through here, with all the blood that was spilled. What happened?


How about we try words instead of blades? It's safer for everyone.


Thou latrine-loving leper!


I hear Rolan's got a pretty cute little brother, too. I wonder how late the Sundries is open today? <br>


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


My master was human, pure and true. You are not Ilyn Toth.


Speak to me.


Aw, did someone pet you a bit too hard, pup? I thought you liked it!<br>


Tibi do pennas!


Not again.


*Radiant power flows through you as you strike the creature down.*


Rest assured, the names 'Rolan' and 'Lorroakan' will be known to you soon enough. You'll see.


No hesitation.


They won't be back here any time soon, thanks to us.


<i>Straj! </i>I... may vomit.


*The symbols move aggressively, probing your mental defences, but you hold strong. For now.*


I must see this. Don't you dare say no.


Closed Mouth Effort


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


I saw a future for us. A kingdom, even. And you shattered it for a single bite of the Hells.


Invoco te!


All that remains is to return to the Astral Prism and break Orpheus free.


They gave me a gift: the strength to take my own freedom. I'm embracing this power - you should too.


Luskan, City of Sails - split by the River Mirar. The waters are clearer than even the Chionthar's, if you can believe it.


Loviatar - a goddess who thrives on pain. This book must be for her followers.


For the fallen!


Looks like you need a little help.<br>