Please - you gotta help me. For old times' sake?


Now is not to concern ourselves with the feelings of an illithid, if it is even capable of them. If Orpheus presents a solution, we take it, we <i>survive</i>.


I'm practicing my audition! Go away! Unless you're buying the next round...


A passphrase, 'Sicarius', and a location... We should find this 'Candulhallow' place.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Let's go before they realise we're out of our pods.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Good for each other? Don't be -


Do not let your eyes wander, or I will pluck them. Speak no lies with your tongue, or I will scorch it.


If that's the case, we've got more problems than just the worms in our heads.


Hopefully there's no more of these <i>things</i>...


What a scene. Whoever did this had no rhyme or reason - just viciousness.


Nemesis.


Come close, my Death's Heads, but keep your blades unblooded. Bhaal demands a duel.


A taste of her own medicine is what she deserves!


I don't want to hear it - you nearly got us <i>killed</i>. Oh gods, I'll be a laughing stock when this comes out.


I think you feel the same way. The connection is... palpable.


Lice-ridden cur!


I'll take that.


They will follow your progress with great interest. As will I.


Crawled in? Some sort of bug or - wait...


A bunch of gibberish, as far as I can tell.


What is a healer with no patient to tend?


It saw us 'fore we saw it. Jammed its blade through Yul's belly, straight to the other side.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


And I... I don't even have the coin anymore. Beshaba take me, just bugger off.


Well - enough brooding. What did you need?


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


*How many times have you dreamed of this moment? An audience with the goddess who loved you. Who abandoned you. All you have to do is reach for it...*


Justice will be done - the circle will see to that. Cold comfort for them, but comfort nonetheless.


A couple turns should do it.


After the attack, I thought I couldn't trust my judgement. Glad to see I was right about you.


Yeah? I'll give you something to laugh about.


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


Surprised this hay hasn't gone up in flames yet.


Back again? I gave my last bloody warning already. You've got a death wish, I reckon...


Wh-who's there? Please - keep your distance. You're welcome to shelter here, but we've grave injuries to tend to.


Effort v2


You would lay claim to our hard-won treasures? You seek power but do not seek to <i>strive</i> for it?


But I've got plenty of friends who <i>ain't</i> soft. Come in here and you can meet 'em...


Stupefacio!


*This is your chance to free Gith's only son - but Raphael might wreak untold havok with this Crown.*


Wulbren! Where is he?


Looks like those two are about to fight...


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 3


Thou didst restore thyself in the eyes of Mystra, giving unto her the Crown that threatened to destroy mortality and magic alike.


Good. She's expecting to find us weak and desperate - and she's not wrong.


Father, please - there's something I must show you.


<i>Wait - that hum of Netherese power. It's coming from the merchant!</i>


These must be the secret tunnels Lorgan was using... His name's written next to them.


Things feel... different.


Good. I'd wish you luck, but I know you won't need it.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


'Chaos will be sewn from their passage.'


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


With glee.


Auntie Ethel - it's time to hold up your end of our bargain!


<i>But now you insist on freeing the githyanki, and risking everything we worked towards.</i>


Vlaakith will reign eternal!


How many die today? How many die tomorrow?


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


Can't make anything out. What's down there, I wonder?


I mean, I didn't say that...


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


Information. <i>Chk.</i> If it's not about the weapon we seek, I don't care.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


A gruesome sight. A necromantic ritual, perhaps?


Now that's not good.


I could debate you on that.


Some help you are. Where's the Steel Watch when you need 'em?


Aqua pura!<br>v3


Am I dead? I don't want to die. But I don't want to live. Not like this.


Vos curo!


<i>'S bollocks, Fezzerk funnin' around while I'm stuck dealin' with yobs.</i>


I'd suggest holding onto your letters until things get back to normal around here.


Dying


Perhaps I just don't understand modern art, but this painting's not entirely to my liking.


I would say good luck out there, but honestly? I hope you die screaming.


Effort


There's no getting through.


Wish <i>I</i> got a turn at the bear. Lucky.


Voco arvina!


We should check it out - but be careful.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


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


<i>Bleeugh. </i>It's gone. Are we done...?


Stuck? That's not good.


It's gone. I felt so strong - where did that come from?


Weapon blueprints. They call for sussur bark...


Really? And how - specifically - have you misjudged my fine character?


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


<i>Hmmmmm</i>. No!


What-cha... this woman's some <i>booyahg</i>! She's tryna magick me!


Extende!


Does it matter? We managed to stop it.


Viconia always did like the darkness. Boo would chew holes in her tent to let the sunshine in. A most ungrateful one, this <i>Mother Superior.</i>


BOO! Bet you didn't even see me coming. I'm a shadow, a master of sneakery. A rogue.


Gith contraptions. Curious, imagining them wielding something other than weapons.


I will hammer Orpheus free from his chains. And I will cleave him from brain to belly.


You're looking at me rather curiously. Speak up, tell us what you want to do.


But nothing to worry about... right?


Bhaal isn't done with you, you must know that. You have effortless talents, killing instinctually like you breathe blood.


<i>Spiritus ex sepulcro.</i>


Waukeen's scales! I'd have slapped him.


What is taking them so long? Some of us want to leave...


Impero mortuos!


That thing could swallow each of us whole.


No, it was honest.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Ah, a person of taste indeed.


So, you have learned the truth of the enemy we face - the very tool with which its eponymous creator unmade magic itself.


Ta-ta, petal. Come see Auntie soon.


But it's good to see you're making progress.<br>


Enough playing, True Soul. It's time to see what you've brought us.


COME ON. <br>


Oh, that's most... specific. Well, ah, my instruments make the most splendid of gifts! I'm sure you'll find something for even the most contrary of bards.


That animated armour belongs to Lorroakan personally. Touch it again, and I'll have to stop you by any means necessary.


Only this time <i>you </i>will fall. And Bhaal will have his offering - by my hand.


Ubi es?<br>v3


Do you see the truth, now? It was always going to kill you.


Hm - doesn't taste half bad.


A light touch.


Will she know how to bring the worm under control? Will this little adventure of ours be over?


Hmph. Humans. What did they expect?


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


*In memory of Largo Crivens, taken along with his family on the same grim night. May their deaths be avenged.*


Nulla salus!


You know, I could've used a friend. Pity that won't be you.


Ha! And you don't? You're wholly without vice or sin or the occasional lapse in judgement?


There's no denying the blood-call. And there's no shame in it. Now go on, brute, and get these beasts moving.


Won't be seeing my mechanic any time soon, so I'm afraid I just can't get too close.


Oh, my stars.


<i>Treacherous vessel! You are not worthy of the honour you have been given.</i>


You'll do no such thing.


Time to do your part, Mizora!


Very well. Show me these explosive toys, then.


You! There are spawn flooding out of that dungeon - what possessed you to release them?


She'd like that.


Bear's looking a little worse for wear.


Lux in tenebra!


It's been a day, Scratch. Come here, boy.


- and I've got you to thank for it.


Of course.


Snore
zzZzz


*The Velveteen Elixir cannot be held liable for accidents resulting from the improper brewing of alchemical solutions.*


Mutatis mutandis!


I want to be clear - letting Minthara tag along with us was your idea. So if you wake up with a dagger to your throat, that's on you.


Best get in and out.


It's done.


You are dull, a blunt blade unfit to flay. But you could be sharpened, thin and jagged... Yes - I will tell you what to do.


Could've just kept things simple, mate. But fine - have it your way. You're just another corpse to step over.


I... I don't know. I thought they were dead for so long.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Just look at this place. The evidence speaks for itself.


I'm gonna split your head open!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Come on, let me help you.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


Besides, I've already got a pet. But he's been unruly -


They were attacking who you were. I never found it funny, but wasn't quite sure why. Eventually I realised it was because I wasn't happy with who I was.


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


Take <i>that</i>, monster!


There's a darkness coursing through those vines.


Vos curo!<br>v3


IT'S ONLY FUN WHEN BASKET DOES THE FISTING.


Even if that gith over there doesn't seem to like me.


Weeping, bleeding <i>hells</i>.


A true leader never forgets those who lifted him up.


Mattis said we can go to Baldur's Gate now, but I want to go home.


A rusting pollutant that bleeds black blood into Umberlee's pristine waters.


Now, given my magical expertise is of limited use to you, was there something else you wanted to ask me about?


The camp looks abandoned. And rightly so.


Quod dico face!


... sister... Arka...


A ritual circle... and a complex one, at that. I've seen such a construction before, in the writings of the Weavepasha of Almraiven, though his vision was not so... tainted.


Sit with me. It's time we started our happily-ever-after.


Let's beast an exit - this place is... blech.


I do hope you didn't catch anything. I'm sure an itching conscience is <i>quite</i> enough.


Barrelstalks, full of poison. The myconids will release it if threatened.


And here I thought I was the dangerous one. But I'm not so frightening after all, am I?


First step is the hardest.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


'Death-dark' doesn't sound very inviting. Can't say I fancy our chances without freeing Nere and getting that Moonlantern.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Could be you're right. Something's different with you.


Thou latrine-loving leper!


Need everyone alive and fighting.


Intelligenti pauca!


Attack<br>var 2


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


I had high hopes for you. Ones you've dashed to pieces - again.


Hahaha! You fell for it! <i>Now burn</i>.


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


Not how I wanted you to open your heart.


Arde!


Ma'am, our friends are trapped in that tunnel. My Beldron will... will die without help.


Truth? In the Baldur's Mouth Gazette?


This matter concerns both of us, kin. Shadowheart has deceived us.


I'll get you out of there.


It means you've found an old woman down to her last idea - drinking with a mind flayer's infectee.


Feel free to throw yourself in. I'll watch.


So the githyanki aren't fond of the cultists. Could be a good thing.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


Auntie Ethel promised to give this child a good life - teach them magic, even!


Try be less of a burden.


Tune me up, quick!


Can't slow down.<br>


Thou wilt now find them as they were. Exactly as thou last remembered them.


This one died badly.


Very well. See for yourself.


AgreeOpen<br>var 3


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


Welcome back, devil-slayer. What can I do for you?


Myconids. Just as I thought.


Let's hope we find him in one piece.


Can't leave me - new flesh needs to feed.


Voco vineae!<br>v3


The creature need not look into our hearts to see that I barely tolerate your existence.


You'd best have one hells of an apology for me, petal.


Huh. Where's Lae'zel?


Another trick up my sleeve.


At once.


*The blur resolves into an image. Two gnomes feverishly removing debris...*


We were lucky to survive our encounter with her.


Hmm.


Effort v9


*You realise that the weapon Voss speaks of is the gith artefact you carry. You cannot let him discover it - no matter what.*


Your fists, silly! I'm trying something out.


You're all right.


I have vanished, as far all are concerned.


Hush - this is between myself and Shadowheart. There have been whispers about you, sister. About your faith, your loyalty...


What have we here?


That you're an independent True Soul, and you saved this place from Ketheric Thorm. The stories you must be able to tell.


Not now!


I guess you need this.


Now pay up.


<i>Yeah. Get in, grab shit, and go. Easy.</i>


Moonmaiden's blessings to you.


Effort v5


Here they are - the hero of the hour.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


But the old lady - she warned me of side effects. Should have listened. Now I'm stuck guarding <i>crates</i>.


Oh - the collar buzzed, and the food came down. What a clever system.


I can mend it or cut it, depending on what they ask for.


What a waste.


Thank you! It's the right thing to do, and you know it.


Such blazing wonder, to stand together and behold the sky swarming with red dragons - they may roar Vaakith's name, but I can't deny their beauty.


That should be everything. Let's see what this thing can do.


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


Well, there's people, and then there's people. You, my dear, are people.


A doppelganger? What devious trick was it trying to pull?


I'm fine. It's passed, whatever it was...


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


That is no answer to my question.


*You may have resisted once, but your hunger remains unsated. And this is a truly fine specimen. Best not to tempt fate.*


With haste.


Bet that will fit in my pack.


I can help if something's wrong. I'm no Master Halsin, but I can manage.


Oh, spare me the modesty. They should erect statues to you... though they may frighten children.


I am many things - a leader is not one of them. But no time like the present to learn. And I can't do worse than Wulbren, sorry as I am to say it.


Those shadows; there's power coursing through them... oddly familiar. Better stay on alert.


I would not burden anyone other than myself with this were the stakes not so high, and the means of obtaining such artefacts challenging for a humble wizard to face alone.


Looking for you, of course. We have work to do.


Agh!


*A pattern emerges. You've cracked the code.*


*You note a flicker in Gortash's eyes. You have already destroyed that which he held dear. His promises are empty ones.*


Fiat voluntas dei!


Let's have a look.


Boo!


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v2


Pity, you're tastier than you know. And you were my first.


Time to move.


Lead the way.


No! Vlaakith, purge me of this blight!


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Out, foul deformity!


And just as then, he has more than one Chosen to manifest his gruesome plot. He has Orin.


Still, I couldn't save Wulbren from himself. I don't think anyone could.


*'Ellie May'? You've seen this name before.*


Grand Duke Ravengard? Seems Moonrise Towers has acquired a high-value asset.


Who's the stubborn one now?


Lookie.


I damn you, Astarion! I damn you to the same misery you brought on us!


Yes, you <i>liar. </i>Why this need for tall tales?


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


We still have the tadpole - we could become illithid and assimilate Orpheus.


NO! Minsc of Rashemen has <i>never</i> bowed to a brain, and we will not begin today. AGAIN!


Yenna! And my cat is Grub. He's shy. I'm not.


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


A little more room to hide from goblins, at least.


We shall be robed in black satin, and embraced by Lady Shar, beneath an extinguished sun.


I can only hope you see that before it's too late.


A couple turns should do it.


We're not leaving Lae'zel behind, are we?


At once.


A big painting of a sad elf. Heart-breaking, truly.


So I was thinking; where can I go that is devoid of sunlight, filled with violence, and has the one person I want to spend all my time with?


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


Either that was a hook horror, or I ate too much pea soup last night.


Please, stay with me.


At the ready.


Hm. Wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Attack<br>var 2


The voice... silenced. And my abusers, dead.


Gela!


If you aren't here to inspect the stonework, then get lost.


Regrettable. Mark my words - ceremorphosis will be far more painful than this procedure!


One so grand that even blind Tyr himself will weep to see it - but first, speak to Brem. Please.


What is this? Deep gashes in the rock.


Pizzled rancour!


That's 'cause she's taking you for a ride - and not the fun kind.


Another visit from the golden paladin. It said we'll get the answers we need about the tadpole if we infiltrate the cult.


Druid magic. Better tread carefully.


Seems like nature's provided a shortcut.


I agree. Who'd have thought a were-cow could be written so beautifully?


But even if you can kill him - what then? What happens to us?


You won't be hurting for long.<br>


<i>L'il Alurl!</i> For Shar!


You won't be waiting long.


Demonic creatures. They're like vermin.


For the Dark Lady!


Shadow Druids? This Kagha is <i>not</i> to be trusted.


Have you on your feet in no time.<br>


*...maybe you've got more time to find a cure than you thought.*


I'll try and get the truth across. Who knows, maybe a line or two will meet Mr Needle's approval. I won't be holding my breath.


Not much protection against dragon breath.


How many <i>are </i>there?


<i>Ch'mar zal'a Vlaakith!</i>


It shall be done.


Hells. I can feel only... shadows. They're clouding my thoughts, my memories.


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


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Well played. But I still have power enough to rend the flesh from your bones.


A dead tongue. Whoever worshipped here must be long gone.


You want to land us on the hook in there with them?


Bird feathers, but no bird. Maybe the remains of a cat's lunch?


Of course I'll help.<br>


I don't know. Not that.


Times may be hard, but the God on the Rack asks that we endure. For him.


That fist could sleep through the end of the world - and he may do so yet, unless we can rouse him.


Imagine considering <i>this </i>sacred.


The light is rather dim, out here in the shadowlands. The point remains:


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


Maybe it'll bring us closer.


Not all enemies are outside our walls.


*Sob.*


*You have grown close to Gale - too close, perhaps? Does Lady Shar feel you may be distracted?*


Need I go on?


HAH! HAH! HAH!


Let me dowwwn!


Resisto venenum!<br>v2


The songs would have you believe we saved the Realms entire. Perhaps we did.


You were just about to loot this shrine - don't pretend you're offended now.


That parasite of yours could prove useful. Until it kills you.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Well, that's rather uncalled for. It was just a light spot of duelling.


If all else fails, kill the clown. That is <i>sure</i> to amuse the crowd.


Oh, we both know they are soon to be revealed.


((*yes. our enemies' flesh makes a fine host for my growing children*))


Get away from me, before my blade finds your neck too.


I - I mean no disrespect, just - these are the boss' orders. I can't let it out for no one but a True Soul.


Sarcasm at the ready.


No - no, you can't leave us here. Not now - not like this!


That's that settled.


Sorry.


A True Soul. Thank the Absolute. Edowin, our brother - he was chosen. Like you.


Ha! Oh, my boy. I'd like to see you try.


Invoco te!


I was returning from Elturel. My travelling party stopped at an inn - Waukeen's Rest - to lay our heads.


No one back home will ever believe this.<br>


Ha! Woman, I haven't seen that ugly mug of yours in ten years. But if you can stick around long enough to prove you mean it, you've got the job. You're my oldest friend, after all.


Your intellect will be valuable indeed. So long as it remains uncorrupted.


Hurt Critical


No prayers needed. On my way.


Simple enough.


So again - what are you doing here?


She'll be so mad. I didn't get the gold from the nest. I got to go.


*In the heart of all these membranes, there was a dagger awaiting you all along. But from who?*


Now that you have the truth, please don't make a big fuss about it.


You will not prevail here. But you may survive - if you give me the artefact.


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


The only moment you're living in is this one. Worry about the next one when it comes.


Attack Critical<br>


A sweet irony that your destruction will grant me the same freedom.


Get it quick, then scarper - you're bad for business.


<i>Even after he had exhausted all possibility of reversing my condition, he still clung to hope. </i>


*The beast returns the roar in kind.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


I'll never get used to seeing that drider scuttling out of the darkness.


There is something tucked away by that debris.


It's our chest now. We can do whatever we want with it.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Ocior!


No need - I'm looking after my girl, Alfira. Isn't that right, sweetie pie?


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 2


Zhentarim thugs passed through here. Oathless curs, the lot of them.


Lux in tenebra!


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v3


These bears are like the ones in the barn - let's hope they don't explode.


The unwashed rabble who frequent this establishment have much to learn from your deference. And I must suffer their foibles alone.


This is hardly even recognisable as a body, why are we digging up graves?


Go on, have your fun - you won't regret it!


Could the missing letters be over there?


Zariel is the last of your tormentors who lives. I will find her and punish her, whether you follow me or not.


Give it to her when the time comes, or your lust for power might well consume you.


And not for the first time. Your clumsy snooping in my House of Hope did not go unnoticed - the stench of deceit <i>lingers </i>so.


SFX VO: Choke on smoke


Don't be shy.


He's gone. A tragic loss - once slayed by his friend's hand, now by mine.


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


Owlbear eggshells... an unhatched one would fetch quite a price...


Although on this eve, I am rather the Doorbeast of Bhaal. I am getting anxious that my Liege is not here yet.


Thou art saucy as gruel.


Have to keep going.


*You drive the wood into his chest, but it glances off a rib.*


Stronger than before. Much stronger.


His existence is a mere extension of my own - he lives and dies <i>with me</i>.


<i>They are part of my gift to you. Power is not created; it merely changes from one form to another. Their pain becomes your might. Their suffering furthers your glory.</i>


A mind flayer - here?! You mean Jara was -


Your loss!


Dying


Mind the gap between confidence and arrogance, True Soul. That's where true danger lies.


Te absolvo!<br>v3


Amo sanguinem!<br>v3


What if something happened to him?


Is there an empty space between your ears? Out! I won't say it again!


Argh - didn't work.<br>


Where does it hurt?


Some normalcy can return to the Grove. At last.


A relic of my people. An ancient one. Curious, that the one I'm to kill should be living inside it.


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


Must still be tired. Poor Scratch.


Better pick my next target wisely.


Leave him alone, abomination!


My Queen, hear me!


*It does, however, pick up something else. The clown's eyes are brimming with evil intent.*


You looking to buy him? I'm open to offers, mate. Threats, not so much.


Proper inspiration.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Any surprises?


Still, I kind of liked him. Sharp in all the right ways.


So now what. We just - wait? Hope the True Soul comes through?


No, much as I'd like to become a lord ruling over the Underdark's vampire spawn, we have unfinished business with the mind flayers.


Or just dispose of the foul thing.


I - I'll never find another as beautiful.


*You are Karlach, tearing through demons across a blood-red landscape of fire and volcanic cinder.*


I wish... I wish there was a better way. I wish everyone could see the sun, have a full belly, and know nature as a friend. There is a balance that is yet to be found.


Sometimes. But I imposed it upon myself, after all. I set up enough wards to keep an army at bay, never mind the few colleagues who sought to inquire about my welfare.


Quite the risk, to place your faith in the promises of one outside Vlaakith's control. I knew there was a rebellious streak in you somewhere.


Move over - I'll take you to shore. You're the one telling the sergeant what happened.


Think we could get more beer?


Resisto venenum!


If you've got coin to spend and problems to solve, the Zhent will relieve you of both.


Are you trying to annoy me, or just careless?


The power is tempting, but this duty falls to you.


A mind flayer. No intention of letting <i>that </i>happen.


Lady Shar's concerns lie elsewhere - with another. But she is a goddess... she can afford to ignore that which does not threaten her.


Yerrrrrs?


Until very recently, I thought runepowder was a myth. A substance so powerful it could fell a city - a <i>nation.</i>


Perfect spot for an ambush. Get into position.


Interesting.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


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


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


Jaheira - mistress of the house - is missing. Lost out somewhere to the east, the family said.


Your tastes must turn to the exotic, if you would stop here by choice.


Indeed it is. We should do something about this threat.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


Of course not! As compensation, I can assure the tale of your heroism will live on... forever!


You... you brought Her the moon-witch. She is pleased - do you see it in Her eyes?


I know.


Bloodthirsty redcaps on the loose were the last thing I needed today.


*Shadowheart says nothing, but the glimmer of interest in her eyes is unmistakable.*


Might be other survivors.


Rise, and be mighty.


Oh, fancy.


Bloody hells, you're like a stray with a bone. Fine - but only because it's you asking.


Who's to say they would even have survived?


And away I go.<br>


Fascinating spear. I'd wager a bottle of Thayan Red this is the one Shadowheart wants.


What? Where?


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


That's what you need if you want to change my mind. Hard evidence. A reason, too, if you're at it. <i>Why</i> was Lorgan killed?


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


This tale ends but one way: with the outlander rot cleansed and the grove forever shrouded.


*Every breath, every blink proves exhausting. Perhaps the morning will bring relief.*


A smuggler's boat, perhaps? It barely looks water-worthy.


To let such a weakling leave unharmed... But it is Bhaal's decree. I will not defy him.


Gifts burned into my memories. I wouldn't give them up for the world.


That is the power my Lord Myrkul has granted me - command over the immeasurable legions of the dead.


Aye - take your time.


Fight with those, and you may find you never need to use your fists at all.


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


Macte virtute!<br>v2


If you wish to be rid of the tadpole, you must either be purified - or beheaded.


I didn't realise you had a fear of wolves, Shadowheart. Understandable, I suppose.


Is that... a human arm? Do I even want to know?


<i>Damn.</i>


Where the hells are we?


A massacre. Drow and goblins slaughtered them all.


Circulus mortis!


They won't stop coming! We need to get past them!


We... we met gnolls on the road. I got away, but my husband... my <i>daughter</i>-


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


I accidentally summoned an imp like you once.


Greetings, saer. You have not been announced to this court, and we deign not to speak with thee.


Attack<br>var 2


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


Hope this ends well.<br>


You think you can - wait. I know that voice.


Your father's dignified bearing and seething annoyance are thanks enough.


Pallida mors!


What're you playin' at?! C'mere, I've got a blade with your name on it...


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


Technically, I haven't yet done an inventory of this crime scene, so if something were to go 'missing' from a corpse...


Chest's unlocked. My prayers are answered.


Hurt Critical


There was supposed to be less of this sort of thing with Lord Gortash in charge.


This looks just like the key in the flophouse. Curious.


Some things are best left broken. And some people are well worth restoring.


Missing pets - Zola, Rascal... Wait. Those are the names from those collars. Those <i>blood-stained</i> collars. Gods...


If you mean to rob us, be about it - but leave my staff be.


<i>Agh! </i>Protective magic.<br>


Meztli? A killer? I knew he didn't belong among such fine company.


<i>I need you - now!</i>


*The elevator lies ready to carry you back up to the palace.*


I'm surprised you're permitted to choose a partner outside of your own people.


Augh, this tastes like mouldy belbuck!


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


It is done - I've never felt so powerful. I've never felt so alive!


Plue!


Brace yourself!


Shout


How 'bout this? You hand over everything you've got on you, and I'll give you three ounces.


Slaughter well, Bhaalspawn. Set a deluge of blood upon this land.


So long as none of us are on the pointed end of Astarion's hunger pangs, I think he deserves a chance.


Open the door so I can do your bidding.


Invoco te<br>v2


Another step forward.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Best not to touch the chest of offerings other mortals have left to their gods. But I can use the altar to pray. <br>


It was a monument to life and to virtue, and a happy home to my master for many years.


AgreeClosed<br>var 1


Mother's Milk - your visage speaks of ill tidings. Speak, ally mine: what troubles you?


YOU RAT! Now I've got glass stuck in my loaf!


It's broken, but not too badly.


To every end you can imagine, and a thousand more beyond.


Go on and sidle up to the wizard. He'll talk your ear off if you let him.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Hm. What was she trying to summon?<br>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


From the old lady in the cave - the one with the 'lotions and potions'.


Balduran and his winged ally admiring the fruits of their labour - the city itself.


A slate marked with <i>tir'su</i>. Another Orpheus story, perhaps?


Ad vitam aeternam!


Farewell.


Shout


It's the only way to Moonrise Towers. We have to push through.


Don't mind if I do.


SmileClosed<br>var 3


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


With one drop, I can brew a rather potent potion for you. The rest, I keep for myself.


I wonder what Lorroakan will have me do first? Complex magic, no doubt.


<i>He</i> killed Shar's faithful? Then he's due our congratulations before we butcher him.


I know these markings - I have the matching key.<br>


Recovered


I intend to find it, and destroy it.


Bye.


Falling<br>var 2


Not like this...


Another gem. There must be one for each trial.


The traitor? No visitors - Ravengard's orders. You understand.


Effort v12


Looks like that dragon destroyed the road.


Effort v9


Keep up to date on the lord that's late - pick up your Gazette today!


'Reeducation?' Forced indoctrination, more like - her memories cleansed, her mind a clean parchment for Viconia to write on.


Inactive. I should look around.


I don't care about blame. I care about progress. I care about <i>power. </i>That is why you are a servant and I am a master.


Shittin' hell... It's you. Thought I recognised your ugly mug from the front page.


A Continual Flame, if memory serves me right.


This thing has the chill of death to it. Necromantic magic.


Vae victis!


Cudo! v2


<i>Yes. Yes, I can. Yes. All I need is to see the sky one last time.</i>


And yet... I can't help recall the words of my father. 'The best plan is the one that works.'


Oh, come on, Ferdinand, I just trimmed you.


The world is full of oddities, but even so, that was... unexpected.


Of all the people I could run into.


Isobel's tomb. The very one that Ketheric raised her from.


Curious - that stone there's been pried loose.


V-very sorry - I didn't know. I swear I didn't know!


You didn't kick him or spit on him or anything! I was so shocked I almost fainted!


As you wish.


Well you can't be of much help to me from the shoreline, can you? Shouting moral support while I drown?


Thank you. I don't think there's anyone else who would've saved me.


...I pray Chauntea this land to bless.


The illithid lied about the nether-pebbles, but... Boo would not still draw breath without it.


Hardly a soul on the Sword Coast has heard our kind's love chants. I've made a fair bit of coin performing them.


So many places. It'd take more than a lifetime to visit them all.


Luskan - the drow mercenary Jarlaxle was headquartered there, last I heard.


What are these <i>for</i>?


Voco vineae!


Impero te!<br>v2


Ahem - look, Karlach, there's something I need to tell you.


To the tyrants who collared me like a dog and took my daughter? No - I think not.


They didn't stand a chance. The shield is <i>still </i>glowing from the heat.


<i>In my name.</i>


No, no, no. It was right <i>here. </i>


Oh, fancy.


Very well.<br>


One bad egg does not reflect the true power of Crèche <i>Y'llek</i>.


Danger! Danger! 'Evil Adventurers Put City in Danger'! What will the Flaming Fist do about it?


Isobel! We need healing!


Fine, I'll help.


*Not for communal use, it seems. Best show some respect - or some more cunning.*


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


I'm not surprised. Gomwick always indulged him. And he's got a spark in his eye I don't like - looks <i>lively</i>.


I sincerely hope you know what you're doing...


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


Victory v4


Perhaps I'll feel better after some rest. Feels like I haven't slept in a tenday.


It's true, he lashes out at everyone. I had to send my staff away for their safety.


<i>Gith'ka tavkim krash'ht!</i>


*Drink up at The Singing Lute! Local brews and specialty imports available.*


Quite worthless, as it turns out.


The relief crew was due hours past. Your tardiness will be noted, Dread One.


It's funny - I don't recall asking your opinion, Wyll.


Just so.


Mystic Carrion is truly banished. He will not trouble this plane again.


Opening a book like the Annals of Karsus was akin to us shooting a firework spelling 'look at us, Mystra' directly into the skies of Elysium. <i>She knows.</i>


Don't wander into the dark. It's hungry.


I. Travelled. A. Long. Way.


How else? We <i>bargain.</i>


You are a blight - I cannot allow you to live.


Rescue. Helpless babes are rescued. I allowed you to assist me.


Falling<br>var 3


<i>Chk. </i>You must focus.


VO_SFX : Downed v4


Shhh. You'll get me in trouble.


Bloody hells... I was a goner for <i>sure</i> - thank you.


It felt like a quake fit to topple Ramazith's Tower.


Oh, gods above - you're serious. HELP! HELP!


For the seldom purpose of prayer.


Ugh - he's about to belch!


Another mask.


Since our conversation, I'd resigned myself to my fate. Each day bore the possibility of being my last, and I accepted it.


A valiant performance. I admit, my heart lit like a full moon when you struck down that cadaver.


What I won't do is send any more of our people into the curse.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


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


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


*Elminster's life has been spent in unwavering service to Mystra. He worships her devoutly, as you once did. So why would he plant such doubts in you now?*


Then your mission is delayed - your queen issues a new command.


Chosen... of... the... Absolute...


But if you do not trust me - take the weight from the pressure plate there.


Barrelstalk, bloated with poison. Better leave it be.


*This peculiar head is part of an automaton, but it doesn't resemble any Steel Watcher you've encountered.*


They're not attacking. Must think I'm one of them.


You need to prove your value before I give you anything. Join my hunt - that will show your worth.


I'm talking.


Whoever was worshipped here hasn't been paid homage in some time, by the look of it.


I cannot. There is no room.


He fears you will sacrifice him in some Sharran ritual of dark oils and leather.


Our due!


Do as you wish.


A petrification ray... someone addled that spectator.


Another trick up my sleeve.


Ubi es?<br>v3


What is that? Almost looks like someone was trying to grow a person.


They're dead if we don't get through!


*Here lies the Guardian of Tombs. Through knowledge comes atonement.*


I don't fancy chasin' this thing. It looks right peeved.<i></i>


*You engrave her pained mewls upon your heart. Her back arches impossibly - a grace made possible only by it being broken.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Bah - I don't need the mask to crack that little mind of yours like an egg. See you soon<i>, petal.</i>


Gods give me strength - get a hold of yourself!


Do devils even grow turnips? Can't <i>all</i> be souls and 'flesh of the damned'.


He's was still human. And still trying to put up a fight.


Cheese from the Dalelands. Or what's left of it.


Karlach is an archdevil's soldier I swore on my good eye to kill.


Monster. Death is too good for it.


We've got the same problem, after all. Let's try to find a solution together, before it's too late.


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


Who is <i>this</i> little berserker?


Fuck no. Not Jaheira.<br>


Today you did the impossible - and for that, the Gondians thank you. Whenever you need us, call out - and we shall be there.


There's that confidence I like.


I'll kiss it better later.


A religion. Or a cult. All influenced by their Absolute.


Throne room's at the back. He's <i>communin'</i>, mind, so step soft.


Selûnite drivel. What's this symbol on it?


Hmm. If you judge him worth the endeavour, then I will do as you say. Now that Dame Aylin has returned to the fold of time, she will need allies and interlocutors.


Oh, and if you're thinking about selling that to anyone down here - forget it. They aren't as stupid as they look. Or as friendly.


SurpriseOh<br>var 3


Listen up.


Splendid crossbow, quite refined. No duergar clan made this.


It matters not. The celestial is dead. The offering is made.


The bark is in place. Now what?


I see that look, I know that look. If this is how the traitor prince must die, then let it be so!.


The boat's good to go - at least, I think it is. I'm no sailor.


There was a time when you would flirt with goodness and justice, Viconia - let Minsc and Boo be the last to reject your advances.


Hm.


Dear citizen, dear friend, rest assured you will have your justice, but I'm afraid the time for trials has passed. Now is the time for <i>judgement</i>.


Yes! Now we're talking.


Aw, did someone pet you a bit too hard, pup? I thought you liked it!<br>


If you only think, then you do not know.


We should consider Orin's terms carefully, however distasteful we may find them.


I'll explain later - away from prying ears. But trust me - you'll be into it.


And the tower itself has a cannon! The sheer power is mind-boggling.


Meditation Breathing


*Avernus' powers still course through you. You will turn them against its own creatures.*


*Try as you will, every part of you craves to melt right into him.*


What <i>is</i> that? It's like another layer of the Hells down here.


Might want to steer clear of my sister Hope, though. She's mad as a march hare. If she'd just agreed to serve Raphael, he'd probably have released her a long time ago.<br>


You I don't mind, but your... kin is another story.


Moonlight, guidance, <i>tides</i>... how fascinating. Consider me converted, Selûne.


I... I don't know. We can't stay here, but can't just march out into city either.


Ubi es?<br>v2


Don't bleed out on me.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


<i>You really don't know.</i>


To die a warrior's death for those you love - your names will be remembered in Rashemen.


Agilius!


I sure am. If there's hope for me there's hope for anyone.


Bold. What does 'us' entail?


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


Hold, and listen.


I'm sorry. But there's no more I can give.


That Hammer is the only thing capable of smashing the chains that bind the Prince of the Comet.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Kith'rak Therezzyn needs results soon, or the Inquisitor will have all our necks.


Don't think too much - we can't afford to waste time or runepowder.


A prisoner? Of course - and you would not be the first.


Going, going.<br>


Let's hope the guy who got his clock cleaned isn't the local healer.


Boo wants a little look inside.


Naturally.


You're coming with me.


*And you'll need to do it quickly.*


Perhaps <i>this </i>is why he has never seen fit to speak to <i>you.</i>


Yes, I see it. A flicker of faith. You yearn for purity and mercy. You yearn for a place in Tu'narath still.


Please, if you have any idea how to get through to him...


We had a moment, you and I, a moment in which we expressed the possibility of becoming more than friends.


When I escaped the eagles, I spotted something buried near that ferry dock. Might be worth a look.


Demento te!


The killing happened in the kitchen cellar. Could be a good place to start.


Ah. We had a <i>very</i> interested party out in Waterdeep who, shall we say, commissioned the piece. But when the time came, she was unable to pay.


Your interventions are more timely than those of the gods themselves. I owe you my thanks. And my life.


On my way.


No no <i>no</i>. I get out of here - now!


Voco potentia!


You made an incredible sacrifice - for me, for our people, for the Prince of the Comet.


A mephit?!


You're lucky I'm helping.


They do not attack. The mask must ward them off.


I am armed! Armoured! And entirely sick of your foolishness.


You can go now. Before I lose my temper.


A hag turned Kled into a rat. Had her redcaps give chase - for hours.


Lads! <i>Kill them.</i>


I'll let the boys at Wyrm's Rock deal with you.


I'm sorry, but to know I had less than the whole of your heart - I can't do it. Not when I would give all of myself to you.


Good idea, I think.


An astute approach.


Wild, right? And believe it or not, I'm one of Zariel's <i>least</i>-mutilated pets.


There can be no reward without loss. No salvation without sacrifice.


Yes, yes, I'm sure I do.


Rest a bit. We're leaving soon. You'll like Baldur's Gate. It's for all sorts.


Hells.


A list - and Father Lorgan's on it, crossed out. These aren't just names, they're <i>targets</i>.


He was a fine man. He would have made a finer ally.


Thou canst not hire allies. I must speak with thy leader.


Oh... sorry - shit. I didn't know bards had to <i>bake</i> too...


What in the Hells was that?


And just like that, you'd leave Wulbren behind. I knew you lot were foolish, but I didn't know you were cruel.


Damn it all, the parasite. <i>I still feel it.</i>


This curse subverts all that is good in nature.


Resisto mortem!


Closed Mouth Effort v9


I have every reason to be cautious. I've traced people like you, people with parasites in their brains, all the way here from Baldur's Gate.


I'd rather be stuck together, honestly.


Morere!


At least the cub has a fighting chance now.


Mom can't even look at me.


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


JUST TELL ME!


Bodies everywhere. Accident or sabotage?


Morio!


Locked to keep the evil in, or the prying eyes out? Let's see.


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


I'll resurrect him - the show must go on, after all! Perhaps I'll make some <i>improvements</i> along the way.


I was <i>this close </i>to landing that deal. Next time for sure!


The tieflings have moved on. We can restore the harmony of the Grove now.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


The Dark Justiciars were said to be sure of foot in even the darkest recesses of Lady Shar's embrace. I must remember where to step, and have faith that she will guide me.


You would have done better to heed my warning.


Afraid. Afraid of Thorm.


A terrible fate for Ansur, my son. Yet my hopes for the city's future have never been higher.


How long?


Cut down by goblins. How cruel.


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


No shadows here - something must be keeping it at bay.


...I'll just go and, eh...


In that case, welcome home.


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


This is why I chose Francesca. She will restore simplicity and purity to the grove in my absence.


As you'll see, there's plenty of space for your people.


Dearest patriars, but a moment. Our very own Blade of Frontiers graces our halls.


Effort v7


Please. You ain't got that much. Look at that state of you.


That's all I ever need to hear.


Perhaps we should change <i>our</i> name to Gortash.


That's putting it mildly.


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


I-I just came to get warm! I - I like it here with you and -


You stand with a <i>ghaik</i>. And yet your mind remains your own...


Drowcraft armour. No magic left, though - sun's too bright.


You ain't supposed to be here, now, are you?


So, you know about these parasites. Will we survive them?


<i>Chk. </i>That rat's about to bite off more than it can chew.


<i>Stelmane's parlour - a place to receive clients and informants. I wonder if it's as I remember it.</i>


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


*A soft step is better than any armour.*


We're all on the same side. Not like we're gonna set the True Soul on fire.


Ugh - FINE.


Carefully, now...


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


<i>Very </i>coy. But don't worry - we are nothing if not free, and until I'm back to my full splendour, I make no claims upon you.


As long as you see sense, I don't care when you see it.


I've just got to... what do I need to do again?


Darkness will obey your summons. The dead will march to your rhythm.


INVADERS
 -absolute agents--
 KILL THEM!


Gale! This isn't the end!<br>


There's something out there - I can <i>feel</i> it.


Hyenas birthing gnolls? How horrid.


You are the one Bhaal craves. Yours is the crimson that should clot my altar.


Come, Astarion. It's time to go.


The wizard is a twit, but he is not a fool. Our ruse will buy only a short reprieve - we ought to tell Dame Aylin.


It certainly puts 'the miracle of birth' in a new light.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


A gem. Some token of reward, perhaps?


Ad lapidem!


Then would you call it mercy, if the next night I never let you wake?


Who's the stubborn one now?


You've got to eat, after all. What do I gain from denying your appetites?


Looks like you want us to stick a few new holes in you. Get 'er!


This orthon isn't just a killer. He's an artist, too.


Ex Textura!<br>v2


Plue!


Poor Omeluum. This is terrible news. Our research is meant for good - it should not get us killed.


Thank you for finding my master. May your hibernations be long and calm.


Quiet! <i>Quiet!</i> Everyone must wait their turn, wait in line... Doctor's orders.


Still wet with blood. Perhaps this is where Father Lorgan was attacked.


I gave you a chance to save your hide. Instead you chose empty bluster.


*You promised your Queen you would do this.*


These statues should move, if that book's to be believed.


I'm <i>confused</i>, if that counts. But if he no longer answers to Stone Lord...


Minsc means to do no <i>working.</i> When he breaks the guildmaster, it will be for the fun of it alone.


Ramazith's notes... Balthazar's magic...


Patience. Have you no respect for showmanship?


*Perhaps this dinner wasn't to their liking.*


Boo is most adept at talking small.


I shall handle it.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


But when you're stuck, and it's just getting worse - <i>ugh.</i>


What do I have to lose?<br>


Could there truly be a temple of Shar <i>here...?</i>


Cheated my chums. Took everything and ran. The kindly devil hid me from them, made sure they'd never find me.


Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.


We're here, soldier. You're not alone.


But you're no use if you die because Zariel will get your soul. My master would have you know he's working on a solution for you.


Voco nubes!<br>v3


Invisibilis!


Effort v9


*You can make no sense of the symbol.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Oh, I was just thinking of Wyll's father, the Grand Duke.


Weak


*In your mind's eye, the symbols trade places with each other until a clear pattern forms. And from that pattern, a story emerges.*


Sine metu!<br>v3


Looks to be a powerful weapon. I wonder if it was used on the githyanki nearby.


Impressive. Last I saw this child, she was cowed to Kagha's snake.


Look mate, excuse yourself. Dead lords won't gossip about themselves.


Victory v4


Lookin' to have your guts spilled, are you? Kill him!


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


Let me pass. I have paid my dues - I will stand before the Tribunal. I must.


I'd have jumped at that chance a few years back, but an illithid trap left me retired - permanently.


Stay out of my head!


Worse than you're treatin' that bloody prisoner.


You don't know who you're messin with. I'll kill you and eat you like that dwarf!


*This is more than a lapse, you sense. Something's been done to the man's memories.*


How many of your Dark Justiciar brethren have run my heart through? How many times have I, immortal, risen again, to await the next?


Return Prism to Vlaakith... be cured, ascend...


More than I can afford, as usual.


Why is Auntie so quiet? I'm scared.


Do you think I'm going to offer you a tour? <i>Leave.</i>


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


Think... I'm getting... the hang of this...<br>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Excuse me, quick question. Would you marry a stranger so your family can make buckets of <i>gold?</i>


Pfft. All right. Suit yourself. Have a trade or whatever. Then let's get out of here.


Silvanus strengthen your hand.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


Hello? Who's there?


Victory<br>


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


Well, that's one less greedy bastard to share the loot with.


It's bloated with poison. Better leave it be.<br>


No! I'm slipping away! I'll perish in here!


Less asking. More showing.


That sound. Like something falling into place.


You helped me in this gods-awful quagmire; when we're back in the city, I'll be fully in my element once more.


Thank you son. You are a gift to the city. If only I'd known it sooner.


A cure.


Keep bloody wits about you in here. The Captain is trying to keep it hush, hush, but I heard a <i>kid</i> got nabbed.


*That pounding blood obscures who you are. An overwhelming loss of memory.*


You destroyed something very precious of mine, and now you dare to seek an audience with me?


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


*Deathly silence, the air stale and putrid.*


Who were you before?


Not now.<br>


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


But this crowd patched Liam up when they had plenty reason not to. Might be I misjudged 'em.


Do not be deceived by her paltry form. This is no child. This is a shapeshifter who intends to slay us where we sleep.


I'll tell you everything you want to know... I swear.


What did you want to talk about, my darling?


Perhaps I'll find your corpse by the road.


I won't let you suffer.


Agreed.


*Even though he is subdued, you feel Orpheus' revulsion - a pulsing hatred that cannot be contained. The Emperor is telling the truth. To him, you are just another wretched illithid.*


For the best. Death is too good for it.


See, I knew it! I knew we weren't safe!


Our time is running out. We need to <i>act.</i>


Vae victis!<br>v2


Such fury. I do not envy the dragon's prey.


Luskan was a fine city, once. Well... it was a hive of pirates and vagabonds, but that's fine by me.


*Mayrina blinks in rapid succession, clearly trying to tell you something.*


Maybe he was a musician.


Now, to find our way in.


This wine - it is laced with poison. A paralysing concoction.


The crèche... it's nothing but rubble and ashes now. We should put some distance between ourselves and this mess, before any githyanki come investigating.


For once.


This place... there's a power in these shadows, I can sense it. It's ancient, familiar...


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


Cave circulum!<br>v3


Pallida mors!<br>v2


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 3


Silence, now. I will speak the Rite.


If you're going to complain the whole way, by all means, return topside. You could use the colour.


This Temple awaits the return of its true Master. A fellow of exceptional sin.


Invoco te!<br>v3


*His smirk says everything and nothing at once. 'I know exactly who you are, and I will <i>never </i>tell.'*


That's a githyanki blade if ever I saw one.


What do you think you're doing? Stop that!


Most unnatural. Most foul. Nature is a cycle of life and death, yet this form only serves death. Worse - it only serves <i>murder</i>.


No. A moment of clarity. You finally listened to yourself, and stopped resisting your true nature.


Peace?<i> </i>No. The time for peace is <i>over.</i>


No! It isn't safe.


*Her smirk hides her intent - she's toying with you.*


Dead. Nothing to be done.


Poison's faded. Just my luck to find a healer, only to have her try to <i>kill </i>me.


I wonder if anyone will listen to a mere cashguard, though?


I think I told you to get the fuck out of my face, for your own good.


Looks like Lathander, god of the dawning sun.


Brave, or stupid. I've proved myself the latter too many times where she's concerned.


But time caught up with me. Father is dead. Baldur's Gate nears its ruin. My one and only duty must be to the city.


Bottled guts. Humanoid. Because no maniac's home is complete without them.


I do not have time for idle chatter.


Almost there. I just need to insert the mould.


We walk in the Absolute's light. Her blessed power keeps the shadows back.


Cliffside... under... tower... nearby...


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


*Property of Lora Bergauz. Due to family circumstances, we are not accepting visitors at this time.*


Voco arvina!<br>v3


But of course, the choice is yours. I just hope you find a cure out there.


If they're alive, they'll meet us in the city.


You fornicated with a mind flayer.


That pretty little eye of yours is <i>mine</i>. Did you think you could sneak down here without my say so?


But he didn't, right? We learned a good lesson for pretty cheap.


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


They won't be needing this place again.


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


No... it can't be true... or can it?


I will find my little ones, wherever they are hiding. We will see what can be done.


I'm almost certain I've seen that ox someplace before...


Another. Simply done, so long as we are swift.


But I know <i>just</i> the thing to sate my appetite.


It will be done. I will never be free while my people are still bound by Vlaakith's chains.


No prayers needed. On my way.


Very well.


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


We get along quite well, I think.


Esto perpetua!


Hey, there, Cap'n! Haven't seen you around before. If anyone asks for Truffles, that's me!


Effort


Oak Father, guide my hand.


Huzzah. Carrion's gone - I can't feel a single trace of his spirit.<br>


Tell me - do any of them feel as good as your first kill?


The artefact claims a new owner. So much for mourning the last one.


I need to get down. NOW!


<i>Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith!</i>


Well, isn't it enough that they're beautiful?


What I would not give for a chunk of fresh honeycomb...


Rage all you want, Karlach. Burn with the might of the Hells. Zariel will find you, and she will bring you back in pieces.


What now?


Get outta here. Scram!


Well, now - looks like there's something swinging beneath those robes after all.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


<i>Chk</i> - you made your choice. And I've made mine.


We must set out for a crèche - purification awaits.


I'm glad you sought me out. Amid all this merriment I wasn't sure we'd have a chance to speak this evening.


Get 'em!


My wife will need care. I wish to find somewhere quiet, close to nature. Where the sun can warm us, and the moon can watch over us as we sleep.


*All three sowed chaos at the height of their power. And all three now walk the planes as mortals - or so it's believed.*


Would that I could track himself myself. But I cannot leave with Kagha doing as she wills.


Shadows sustain you.


<i>And what did he want in return for this knowledge?</i>


I wish I was surprised you'd volunteer, but I'm not. It's so perfectly... you.


By the gods, the torment this one must have endured.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


That tree - something's off. I can't say what.


Ma'am, I don't think... I...


Effort v9


*An Infernal gem, seething in its cage, protecting the secrets of its master.*


*There's something strange about the rat. But what?*


<i>Tsk</i>. Had you allowed me to speak, we would not be left without a plan.


What are those?


DING DING DING YOU JUST RANG THE DINNER BELL AND RAPHAEL'S COMING HOME TO FEAST


I believe you have your urges under control, for now, and that you may become the master of them.


All these people... they should be at home with their loved ones.


Video veritatem!


You feelin' all right? That ale was rotten.


Effort v3


I can sense Halsin - we just have to buy him a little more time!


Don't worry your pretty little head, I'm sure there's a way out of this.


Perhaps you are right. This may be for the best.


Why didn't I stay at the tavern? I could've been five meads deep by now.


Ask and receive. <i>Zavagh!</i>


Ah, Wyll Ravengard, Grand Duke to be - so courageous, so benevolent until it's the <i>githyanki</i> who would suffer.


Like I said - unharmonious.


Risum teneatis?


Love to be taken for granted.


A dire prison for any being...


Not demons after all. Just githyanki.


The Inquisition never explain themselves.


I gave up everything. My family. My life. I cannot stop here. I must finish what I started. One way or another.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


And if not for you, I wouldn't even know it. I'm sorry, Geraldus. <i>Harper.</i>


We've been travelling with a vampire this whole time?


I - I can't. I'm supposed to stand here. You don't have to buy one.


Aresce!


Weak


There's more back there. Get them out, please!


A bastion of blood. This can only be the home of Bhaal.


Ever-ready.<br>


Victory v2


No idea what this means.


*The drow reaches out to you psychically, connecting with you for a moment. She is infected, like you, and her mind is disintegrating.*


Least it keeps you from talking.


Soon enough. But first, thou must tend to the girl. It is time she learns the truth.


As for you, you have my people's thanks. I know you face trials ahead - we will stand with you as best we can.


*The hair on the back of your neck raises as a shiver passes through you.*


I know what to do.


She'll release Arabella soon. I'm sure.


Two days just to get hold of a Steel Watcher optic module - and for what? Waste of time we don't have.


No one can take you from me.


*She's dissolved your warlock skills, just as she promised. But you will triumph with a sword in your hand and a bow at your back.*


What... what happened?


I've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire? You'd better keep those fangs to yourself.


An underground city of villains. It's almost like being home again.


Have to keep going.


Smart decision, sweetheart.


'Those who draw breath, embrace death.' A warning these corpses clearly failed to heed.


I will <i>make</i> you new flesh.


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


Oh no.


I shall strike.


Killed my first human when I was five years old. Tieflings are soft.


There is little time for words - we must join the battle.


I need to get off this building before that thing explodes!


Well yes, technically only I will ascend and gain the ritual's power.


I understand you've done something creditable, though I couldn't be bothered to read the entire article.


I have a new face to show you. But it is not a villainous one for the clawing, understand?


It's whatever I damn well want it to be. Keep going.


Were I to recite that list, I fear we'd still be here at dusk tomorrow. Many things, I assure you, but a conversation better saved for another time.


Stultissime!


*But now an ill, twisting feeling lingers in her gut. One that has nothing to do with the wine.*


You are spectacular specimens.


*Between you and the crown there's the small matter of the elder brain to contend with.*


I don't see why I should be explaining myself. It's my property. They are on it - unlawfully.


Hag can't have gone far.


Effort v5


Now, I'm eager to get started, so will you sell me the egg?


*Lae'zel gave a thorough description. You can't think of more you would add.*


<i>It's like I always told you - I was just like you. An adventurer who yearned for greatness. And in mortal terms, I achieved it. </i>


Heh.


Beldron's still back there. Find Philomeen - and hurry!


Oh, come now, Carys, the broadsheet isn't <i>that</i> bad.


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


If you change your mind about that fee, you know where to find me.


Better not die on me.


Strike me, and suffer.


She's in tellin' the warchiefs wot's wot. Next raid's gonna be a big'un, I hear.


A hovering mass of grey matter, sprouted with lethal tentacles and oozing cerebrospinal fluid.


They have seized Astarion. He'll be in Cazador's clutches now. Come day, we must set off in pursuit.


Get confused by one, blown up by the other.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_lp10s<br>var 3


Brace yourself. It won't be the last.


I am more than a 'part'. I am its oil and gears; I am its purpose - its <i>leader.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v5


A broken Moonlantern? They say that's ten years of bad luck.


Oh, a Harper does not go in for public acclaim. We work in shadow and secrecy, tragically unacknowledged by the ungrateful herd.


This stuff's seen better days...


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


Wait 'til Mol hears about <i>this</i>.


Where Ketheric has gone, madness and horror await. Steel yourself - we must follow.


Please help Lady Mayrina. She's nice and kind and sweet to Kled - to, uh, everyone.


She sometimes pets Boo a little too roughly. Or denies him the breakfast broth, so that I must dip him in the pot when she looks the other way.


Get in there.


No more prayers... only dust and silence.


Alan keeps passable rooms, if we need somewhere to lay our heads. Bedbugs of the domesticated kind.


Don't let them reach the children!


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


But human. We think. And definitely ruthless.


You're resourceful - I trust you'll sniff it out. If the trail goes cold, follow the bodies.


... Rugan... you'll never get... Rugan...


BreathRecovery<br>ver 1


The heart craves comfort, but needs <i>respect</i>. How does one earn the dark-haired maiden's respect?


<i>Please</i>.


If you go down all the steps, past the fountain, you'll find the grand mausoleum. There should be one there.


*You have to rid yourself of the tadpole. Then Shar will come to you - honour you as you honour her.*


Well, there goes my appetite.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 1


I've been reading about - about Orpheus. The true prince.


There is no right or wrong, only truth.


My, what an angry little pixie. She's practically turning the air blue.


Hm. Do you even remember how to find it?


*The world is yours for the taking. A world you have made your own.*


Leave. Never see again. You not gnoll. Will not be litter.


Hells, no witness has even claimed to have <i>seen </i>it in decades.


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


Little slow on the uptake, aren't you?


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


*Eyes - <i>human </i>eyes - stare back at you, begging for help.*


Well, wouldn't you be on edge if your beautiful home had been defiled by such brazen interlopers?


Blasted fog is everywhere.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Dying Burning<br>v5


Alive. But he'll need some time to recover.


I'd be a fool to go after Cazador before sunrise. For now, I should rest.


Another along soon, True Soul. Another. Another...


What to take?<br>


Hearken to my words, wicked creature. Return to the pit of evil from whence you came!


*The monastery's notable keepers adorn these intricate panels.*


Don't get blood on my clothes.


Let's get this over with.


You and Jaheira whisper much together, eh? You have grown close. Minsc is glad to see it - every hero needs hamster and hathran both.


A couple turns should do it.


<i>This is a mistake!</i>


Hardly the time for a repast. Later, maybe...


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


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


Huh. Where's Gale?


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Ugh. In service of not having to make any further conversation with you, I concede.


A fine scar to tell your children about.


Blood everywhere. Something made a mess of this place.


You're a liar.


Effort


Their worst nightmare.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Hmm, let's see.<br>


I'll be here if you need anything else.


It's the gith trinket. They won't attack the tavern, will they? Some things are sacred.


The surface is within reach. Forget Nere, forget the Moonlantern - I hardly fear a few shadows.


The harm could be great. Few things are more dangerous than a fool who thinks himself enlightened.


Something's always catching us.


First they take Jaheira's friend and then they take her face? Oh she's going to hate that.


*A coldness seeps through your veins as the tadpole awakens, its yearning almost unbearable. Your mind is a veritable feast.*


It doesn't matter what you think you know about this place friend. All that matters is having permission - which you're lacking.


Better a quick draught than ceremorphosis, nonetheless.


Will you play with me?


Selûnites wouldn't have abandoned this place willingly. What happened?<br>


Ad vitam aeternam!


Somebody 'elp me!


Back again? Did you not learn the first time? Right - off to the cells with you.


Look for a way out. I'm not about to be contained by a few iron bars.


I can sense some, smell it almost, somewhere in the area. Underground, maybe - out there, in the shadows.


*Your bribery attempt has caused some offence. Time to fight.*


Looking ahead.<br>


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


Let's go.


<i>Yes. But if my own experience is anything to go by - you will have no regrets. </i>


*Callused hands work a hammer and chisel around a massive slab of rock. Months from now, a face will take shape.*


These cultists seek a weapon. Could they mean the artefact that we carry?


While the iron is hot.


I better get a 'thank you'.


I have gathered Lady Shar's faithful. They wait in the shadows for your order.


It's back!


Yet here you are. So - what happened out there?


The moment we hit the city, let's look for our own place!


I hope you're nicer to Thaniel than you are to me.


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


There! A mind flayer - and it's <i>hurt</i>.


You! Heretic!


I like that about you. It's one of your rarer qualities, though I fear my ego can take no more of it tonight.


Go on, bugger off. I've a business to run, in case you hadn't noticed.


Do the honours, Boo.


So <i>that's</i> what that mirror is for.


Oh, I'm still having fun mate. Keep pushin', though - see what 'appens.


Honestly? Terribly.


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


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


Better get you out of there.<br>


I don't know. I'm sure a vampire spawn could still rip your throat out if he felt like it.


There is poetry to be found in even the dingiest of holes.


Why are you doing this? All I wanted to do was play!


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


Gortash has revolutionised warfare.


Laughter


Harpers are supposed to be virtuous. But if I had my tormentor at my mercy, the means to punish him at hand...


AgreeOpen<br>var 1


*The corpses seem willing to speak - but not to their killer.*


Then answer me - where is the artefact?


A beautiful glaive. So why does touching it give me a knot in my stomach?


Still... it seems keen to be an ally, in its own way. Compared to what we're up against, I'm not sure that's a bad thing.


This does not belong to me.


Cave circulum!<br>v3


Closed Mouth Effort v12


-dominated-
                 -controlled-
     -CROWNED-


What an odd emblem. Don't think I've seen it before.


Does this count as adventuring?


Enough already.


Sine metu!


Goblins, gnolls... so many ways to die.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


Myconids. That explains the voices.


*A last cascade of pleasure washes over you, greater than the feelings before, but it draws you back into reality.*


It's the one thing I can't beat, isn't it? I wanted to live. In my city. With my friends.


Tempestas!


Thank the gods. I would've taken no pleasure in burning you to a crisp. Well, not much anyway.


After all this, I've realised it's all right if it does change. If anything changes.


If my breath couldn't kill people already, it certainly can now.


<i>Pateface mihi cursum rerum!</i>


I couldn't keep going like that. But seeing how you fought on, I realised that I <i>didn't have to</i>. From then on, I was Nocturne. It wasn't easy... but everything started to make sense. I could breathe.


And still you petitioned on her behalf. Your words are vicious, yet you showed mercy.


Bene curatur!<br>v3


Look for a way out. I'm not about to be contained by a few iron bars.


You festering bubo!


Judging by the state of the leg, this must be part of the clown.<br>


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


*There it is: Your contract with Raphael, your signature bold at the bottom. The earthy smell of fresh ink still lingers.*


To bind oneself to another forever seems a fool's vow.


Wait, umm... you should meet Mol. She'll be grateful you helped me.


This place wasn't built for the living.


Damn it - just when I thought you half decent.


Tch. <i>BAAAA. </i>


Bones everywhere... Someone's been engaging in dark rituals here.


I hate this. I hate all of this.


Yikes, don't disturb a half-ogre in the making!


*Perhaps these favours are intended to appease you. To make you hunger for the even greater reward she will bestow if you continue to obey.*


Thank the gods. Thank the gods. We did it! We've done it, everyone! <i>Yes!</i>


Small inn. And it's not every day someone like you comes waltzing out of the dark.


Vlaakith's crown - what <i>was</i> that?


Effort v9


Such cruel, pointless words Shar forces upon your lips. Leave me - I won't have my joy spoiled by her pawn.


This must be where he was making them - there's no shortage of evidence.<br>


Bring me his stone, and I will set the bait free. Only then can you and I make exquisite butchery. The victor will set the world to slaughter.


An elf sailor befriended to a dragon - nature truly does allow for some unlikely pairings.


Dying Burning<br>v4


*You murdered someone in view of a guard. Perhaps unsurprisingly, you're under arrest.*


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


Let me take away the pain.


A small price for the painter's salvation, I'm sure you'll agree.


Sinister chanting, blood-stains, and the unmistakable stench of rotted kelp. Gods, I hate Umberlee.


Right, hear me out. Sharess' Caress also has rooms -


So the secret to immortality is sewn up inside a zombie? Better than tucked under a mattress, I suppose.


Worth taking.


Victory v2


Is that what a mind flayer looks like on the inside? As if the outside wasn't disturbing enough.


A Harper rune? A supply cache must be near, unlikely as it seems.


I see, you're hungry. May I recommend biting your tongue, in case she hears you?


Interesting.


*No harm done, save for any pride you take in your thieving skills.*


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


The ground trembles - what is happening?


I can't believe you actually tried to bite me last night.


Hells. How sick must a soul be to take slaves, let alone lash them?


SurpriseOh<br>var 3


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


A dangerous choice - but yours to make. I will mark your map.


Ugh. What is this...?


M Kurwin. I remember that name from a note on that dead courier, way back in the wilds.


*The beast shrinks back, feathers quivering.*


No! All my work, all my toil - ruined by <i>you</i>.


I have to hurry.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


It is well for you that Boo's heart is as soft as his rump.


But a friend? I can't think of a single one.


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


Listen, pal, if you're not moving my share of broadsheets, you're in my way. Shift!


Not at all! I just wonder, which is better at felling a goblin - a ballad or a jig?


Ugh - what a horrid sight that was.


Well, well, well. How the Blade of Frontiers has changed.


A pleasure to have made your acquaintance, little warrior. We will meet again. I am eternal; I will be free, one day; and I never forget a face.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


I was ready to cut and run back at the grove, but you had other ideas.


It was known to those who walked this path before you - common killers, children of Murder, and would-be gods. And now it is known to you.


Scratch is at the post house. We should organise a rescue mission.


The only one left alive to tell your wicked tale. <b>Kill</b> another drink with me.


May the road rise to meet you, and the shadows keep at bay.


But a choice I will not resist should you make it.


We're leaving. Now!


Impressive.


This Inquisitor sounds like a real piece of work. Do you think he'll answer our questions?


There is a touch of the Moonmaiden to these sigils. An old attempt to bind Sharran power.


Monster lives in this tower. Something<i> big.</i>


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


Look at this place. The evidence is clear enough.


The nighttime will feel more peaceful, knowing that Orin no longer skulks in the shadows.


A single mortal soul... tossed as the errant coin. So it shall be.


Dodge
v2


Effort v10


That <i>smell </i>- something died in here.


*Your enemies have been crushed, and you are triumphant.*


A Shadow Druid? Kagha, have you lost your mind?!


Is being a mind flayer so bad?


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


You have not discovered the secret of the Absolute. You must return to Moonrise Towers now that Ketheric is weak.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 3


Laughter Maniacal


The very same, Gale. And a fair bit miffed he is, too, finding himself forced to expose his best pair of boots to so many miles of country road on your behalf.


*Your words fall on deaf ears - the creature's hold on them is too strong.*


<i>Agh - that damned near split my bones.</i>


Ha! Oh, you sweet idiot. No.


Get 'em, Boo-boo!


Ngh!


It was really beautiful. And a voice was saying that everything would be all right.


I'm fed up with this brown-ass town. I'm going back to the woods.


Pallida mors!<br>v3


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


A tressym, is it? Too similar to a 'cat' for my liking.


<i>Yes!</i> And I thought you weren't any fun.


Blood and bits of armour. Worrying.


Quiet.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v2


A passphrase, 'Sicarius', and a location... We should find this 'Candulhallow' place.


A Flaming Fist? Someone beat her to a pulp.


Yikes, don't disturb a half-ogre in the making!


Lady Shar watches our every step.


Perhaps.


Mundus vult decipi!


Wait. It's a merregon's - an infernal soldier's. And they don't fight without a commander...


So, what comes now? A bath certainly wouldn't go amiss...


<i>That's a lot of coin. I think.</i>


There. It's done.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 3


'Stopped'? Such a toothless word for cold-blooded <i>murder</i>.


Don't you understand? The master forbids the doors be opened, and the master cannot be disobeyed.


*The creature's whiskers go still for a moment before resuming their nervous jitter.*


Those rocks look ancient - they won't be cracked open by force.


Get some rest. We move at dawn.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


There's nothing left.


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


Charming. Hell is truly where we make it.


Lanceboard? Marvellous. The ideal game for strategic minds.


((*remain in the Underdark, and I will follow. we cleanse the Rot together*))


Who knows, perhaps Mother Superior will show mercy...? No, even you're not gullible enough to believe that.


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


Sine metu!<br>v3


I knew you'd come around.


*The creature fixes you with an eerie gaze. It doesn't just see you, it sees <i>through</i> you.*


<i>Shhh.</i> No talking!


Your suffering feeds me.


Is that a joke? I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you.


Every mistake, every slip was punished!


*Though you have a tadpole, you know your broken mind is not like the others who bear the worm.*


No point in lingering here.


I see. Playing to your strengths. Keeping things simple.


I can do this forever and ever. Just you see.


We shall prevail, my friend.


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


Left out in plain sight like that? No - the Harpers are too smart for that.


*The mechanism at the lantern's base would usually govern brightness, but seems designed here to crush the pixie painfully.*


You also attracted the attention of another devil: Raphael.


Listen here.


My will is infinite.


In the fountain! <i>There!</i>


<i>Hta'zith!</i>


I would like to see her dead in a ditch, but I can tolerate this.


I will gather the survivors - get them to the safe-houses. Thank you for saving us.


That's... unsettling. It could be one of your parasite's games, maybe?


I would've thought the githyanki prefer fresh meat to fruit.


Can't you just heal yourself?


Come oooon, I've not got all day. And you <i>certainly</i> haven't.


This way! This way! Scuttle with haste.


Wait - why did that strange dog collar just vibrate?


BreathLongClosed<br>var 3


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


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


Ah. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Do you... that is, would you consider returning to Waterdeep with me?


I think that's it - we've found all of him. Time to show the Ringmaster.<br>


Sort... problems... check... everything...


<i>Monster. </i>Get away from me.


The tower's defences are powerless now. Quite literally.


They took you too. I saw it during... whatever just happened.


Unholy Assassin? Subtle.


Strange. It looks healthy, but it's stone dead.


Splendid. Can't have magic wards getting in the way, now, can we?


Scratches that size... something powerful made these.


Brace yourself!


You nearly died, do you hear me? What would your mother and I have done?


Limp-witted slick-licker.


I expected Baldur's Gate to be insipid, stale, wholly without merit.


*Decorated with a grinning face, this cold, iron flask is sealed with a brass stopper.*


These flowers - what is this feeling?


An easy fix. Hopefully.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 3


Seems we don't need a combination for the door after all.


She wasn't. Let me prove it to you with a gift.


Haha...


I would run if I were you. Though it's probably too late for that already.


True Soul of the Absolute... Korliss by name...


<i>Not quite. We'll need to get to higher ground if we want to climb up.</i>


I say farewell to a lover. And I say farewell to you, a staunch ally and... friend.


Oak Father, grant me patience.


You've sunk me. You and Baelen together.


He has a certain charm about him, Astarion. Then again, so does a tiger when it purrs.


Victory v3


Commit yourself to our teachings. Perhaps you too can be embraced.


Looks like you need a hand.


I roar. Break my cage - and then you die. You all <i>die</i>.


Careful with that! It's <i>delicate</i>.


... dead... or dying...


*Whimper.*


I'd be worm food if it wasn't for you. Thank you.


The shadow curse persists. A shame we could not lift it... but we have to move on.


<i>The elder brain's hivemind has grown to monstrous proportions. And through the Crown's magic, it has complete control over each and every member.</i>


Honestly - probably. But hopefully not any time soon. I've got a lot of living to do yet.


Effort v7


*Come into Her shadow. Let all that is past be forgotten.*


Unless there's something more pressing you wish to discuss?


Someone - some<i>thing</i> - shed Flaming Fist armour like a second skin.


I don't understand - what am I supposed to do?


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


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


((*it is the <b>Circle</b> that thirsts - and Glut must slake*))


Effort v10


Looks great, feels like hemp. No.


A critical step.


Courage. Insight. Strategy. Justice. These were the lessons my father taught me.


<i>FOOL. Without me you will perish!</i>


Snore
zzZzz
v2


At the ready.


The lava's erupting. Better watch my step.


Killing you would <i>make</i> my day, but I don't fancy cleaning up your guts afterwards. Hand over your stuff - now.


But now that they know you have the artefact, Vlaakith's forces will hunt you to the ends of the world. Are you afraid?


And once inside, you could do what we could not. You could save the children you damned.


*The corpse has nothing to say. Its mind has been consumed. Whatever thoughts it once had are forever lost.*


So don't count on me, assume no aid is coming.


Happy to assist a friend.


To work.


Not that you'll be grateful.


Another day, another fight.


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


Well then, let's not keep her waiting.


Don't stop singing...


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Fortunately for thee, thy divine friend Gale was there to protect thee. When Raphael came knocking, he cast him straight back to the Hells.


The flophouse boasts a flower motif, just like that key. I'd say an investigation's in order.<br>


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Hope I'm never stuck in one of those again.


I can feel Carrion still. Until his ties to this plane are severed, he'll never be truly banished.


Fires as far as my eyes can reach. The Absolute's army is camped here - I should turn heel.<br>


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


More of the mind flayers' pets.


Argh! It's screeching for help!


Of course, I don't even know if I could complete the ritual. It may be impossible - but it certainly is tempting.


My pleasure.


Ah, but thou lack a voice to speak. No matter. I have seen enough.


Bless us with your gentle - no, holy - spirit - no, soul - no, spirit... your powers - your divine powers... bother.


Impero tibi!


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


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


Wounds in need of closing.


I swear, I nearly think you're in league with that bloody chicken.


Bet this book of necromancy has some hefty magic in it. Gale, what do you think?


So, you cats can catch yarn ball but not rats? Worthless!


It's only a matter of time 'til we're served up to the necromancer on a platter.


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


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


But - but this wasn't supposed to happen - I swear!


Buff


I must attack without mercy.


Sniff<br>var 3


A colourful torso, torn and butchered. Hello, Dribbles.<br>


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


I am hidden.


Ha! Only thing you'd give a dragon is bad gas.


I don't know what qualifies as manners with your kind, but in Faerûn it's rude to stare.


Shar is a spiteful creature. She will never admit defeat - not until she has stolen one last thing from you. Your future must not be her final prize. Not after all we have endured to see you again.


PainTeeth<br>var 3


I'm fairly sure the only one in the camp who hasn't is Withers, but even with him one can never be certain.


Infected by a <i>ghaik </i>tadpole, but changed at the pull of a lever? This cannot be. If we do not find our cure, this might well be our fate.


It must be the chair, connecting to ship. And its mind flayers.


Yes?


Dum vita est, spes est!


I don't understand. What am I meant to do?


Shh. The guards will blow a gasket. Talk to the gnomes - they're up to something.


I'm sorry. I can't give you that. Not right now.


I better get a 'thank you'.


Pallida mors!<br>v2


This is no time for slacking.


Until then, go in peace. And thank you.


Top-lands are clogged with the death-dark, choke you in no time.


It would be your doom. And mine.


Let's turn the tables.


Tavern... hideout... secret...


I can't stand here and do nothing.


Heh. I speak out of curiosity, not wishful thinking. At least I'll know to skip supper if you're doing the cooking.


No thanks to you.


Is this the Underdark? Gods take me.


BUT <i>YOU FIRST.</i>


Recovered


Kind of short for an adult, aren't you?


<i>I told you the githyanki would only want to kill you for what you are. </i>


Corruptus!


We've returned to the Prism - but with no means to free Orpheus.


I hear Balthazar has returned, and more importantly, the Nightsong is with him.


How dare you - I'm a consummate lover.


There's something in the air... I can feel it with every breath.


Recovered <br>V3


Odd. Wonder what it's for.


There's worse ways to travel, I guess.


<i>Tsk'va! </i>This cannot - <i>must </i>not - be our fate.


My fault, my fault - I've nothing left to give.


The chest's clearly worth a lot to the Zhentarim, <i>if </i>it's returned unopened.


Time for a boost.


<i>Chk! </i>I can devise torments beyond your reckoning, rest assured. But time is pressing.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


<i>In my name.</i>


Well, we all have a monster inside us of one sort or another.


This is for you, Silvanus.


Very well, enter. Seek <i>Kith'rak</i> Therezzyn within.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Form up ranks! Don't let anything get past you!


The name's Shadowheart, by the way.


Indulge me.


*A moment passes - and you feel Lae'zel relent.*


Closed Mouth Effort


Respect's given freely. If your goddess needs to demand it, she's not worthy of it.


The longer we wait, the likelier that we share in this fate, or worse. Let's get rid of these things.


You have not known tranquillity until you have felt the Absolute's embrace. That I can promise you.


The Watcher tightens what? Whatever it be, Minsc will knock it loose.


I will give you as many kisses as you need, darling.


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


Of course, only if you want to.


You'd make a fine Three-Dragon Ante player, you know.


We can't get in. I - I have family here. They said we'd be welcome.


Don't get ahead of yourself. You can't even hold a real sword yet.


I hope this is important.<br>


Orin's little display was just intended to rattle us. We mustn't let her succeed... but need to stay alert, all the same.


Odd necklace. Might sell for a few coppers.


You spherical git.


Disposed of like rubbish, like scraps. Are there no limits to people's cruelty?


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


Safer to be out here than trapped in there. But if I could remain in there safely...


What's theirs shall be mine.


Of course, he was quite a character. I can't say I'll miss him, but I can't say I won't either...


Now, not that I'm ungrateful for your help, but -


You'll have to wash them all. Marric will never let you sell them like that.


*It had been melodious - soothing even. Not in the most detailed of tomes have you encountered mention of such a thing.*


Closed Mouth Effort v11


*Her day has proven longer than most, but it's not over yet.*


Go! We won't get another chance!


It's beautiful...


Video veritatem!


Allow me, friend.


I... I wish it did not feel too late. This grove is corrupt, its shepherds drowned in blood.


Bodies for the harvest!


No! Don't be sad, Master! I am here to give you a happy present!


Such keen senses. I suppose you're up to keep guarding them all while I'm away.


What's that?


Those uninformed clods were about to blow me to pieces for simply trying to keep the public informed! Whatever happened to respecting the truth, hm? Anyway.


I'll stay here until Master Halsin returns. I still believe he's out there somewhere.


Whatever Marcus hid beneath, it isn't budging.


Rhaal'tuuch!


A tragedy - just think of all that wasted blood.


Babe or crone, coward or hero, death is assured. Mystra's forgiveness is not. If you knew the end was near, would you not want to ensure it had meaning?


Malleus! v2


Until we make the coin for a proper ox, maybe.


But, truly... thank you. It's nice to be done with the sad songs, for a time.


They - they're dead!


What business do you have here?


A bunch of gibberish, as far as I can tell.


Ah, the faded ghost of fun.


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


Wulbren needs a hero. Someone like you. And you need a way to protect yourself against the forces of evil, hm?


Hey, good-looking. Behave yourself, yeah? I'd hate to see someone as pretty as you in cuffs.


Then it's your own fault for not asking.


The curse stems from the doll. There must be a way to dispel it.


Barrelstalk, bloated with poison. Better leave it be.


If we continue this way, we may get too close for comfort.


Aw, you ruined my big surprise!


You don't have to be. Sometimes things are just terrible.


Congratulating you, of course.


Mors animae!<br>v2


Sell it, what else? Worth more than its weight in gold to folk back in Baldur's Gate. There ain't much it can't cure.


Editors there couldn't give a toss about hanging, though. Shame.


Sorry - now ain't the time for blathering.


That's some impressive booyahg. Absolute must like ya.


<i>Who needs a heart when you have all this?</i>


Looks like there's a little shrine over there.<br>


But you? You've earned the right to be called 'hero' a thousand times over. What a gift you've been to the Sword Coast.


Two flights up, then turn right and right again. That's Ffion's pleasure room, Elminster's Library. Here's - oh, I've gone and lost the key.


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


<i>The waves rose up, the Bitch Queen roared,</i>


Little devils. At least they're dead.


Two heroes were fated to cross paths that day. Their eyes met. Destiny was calling...


Inside the pouch you will find a folded letter and a tiny flute. Unfold the letter, and note the markings in the top and bottom corners. These are the notes you need to play.


Clag-bottomed coward!


Oh, we wouldn't want to do that, would we?


Knees high.


<i>You again.</i>


Might I suggest scratching some coppers together first?


I can see the Absolute from here. I can!


If you've done it once, no doubt you can do it again. While Ketheric lives, we're all on borrowed time.


You want some wine? Get your own clients!


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


I feel lighter, unburdened, as if the softest push could send me drifting away.


Get comfortable, Boo. We go to battle, and - <i>ahahaha!</i>


Not long left - we need to get out of here!<br>


Your past and future are avowed life-long lovers.


Anything of use?


The sword is simpler - only one point, so you know which end the evil goes on! But I suppose a warrior must wield whatever weapon he can.


That'll make for more pleasant reading. Hope my name's spelled right.


Intellego!


GaspSurprised<br>var 2


Wot are you still 'anging around for, devil-boy.


Help's on the way.


A dead tongue. Whoever worshipped here must be long gone.


You can't hurt me. You need me. Whether you and your friend realise it or not.


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


Why leave them alive?


Don't know what your game is, but I don't want to be involved. Bye.


Nothing could be simpler. Let's begin, shall we?


Interesting - the host is dead, but the parasite is still alive.


Really, darling?


Gods, someone died an interesting death. What a mess...


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


They don't know? Our Queen told them nothing?


Voco vineae!<br>v2


I'm talking.


*...becoming the twisted surface of the door before you.*


And what of the living they'll feast on, should they not prove as admirable as Astarion? They deserve a chance, too.


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


Ain't we gonna cook it once the game's done?


Thou roach-mocked jester.


Beauty is boring, nature a nuisance. I am dulled, you are dullard.


Suits you.


You can do it.


One that feeds on his friends, no less.


Before you do, come witness as I make history as the first Archduke of Baldur's Gate.


That statue. It seems they worshipped some kind of... scholar?


Invisibilis!


Caeco te!<br>v3


Of course, why wouldn't it be? This is my purpose.


Whose, then?


Didya see that? That one just... kicked 'im... like... kicked Crusher's arse.


I'm coming for you!


What are you doing? The time is now!


You'll be free in a blink.


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


A cadaver with no brain. Flesh puppet pilots - the secret behind the Steel Watch.


New heroes grace Baldur's Gate with their presence!


Dying Freezing to Death


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Whatever we want? We can... feed?


His loyalty was as fickle as his temper apparently. Vanished without a word.


*Your words have only made things worse. This will be settled here and now.*


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


Jaheira's Harpers are doppelgangers. She'll want to know right away.


Gonna dig... gonna dig...


I think we've done rather a good thing here. A welcome change, to gift this land a sliver of hope amongst so much despair.


Swear to me that if you feel <i>any </i>symptoms, you'll end things yourself.


Well? Will you help me or not?


We should find him, maybe he can help?


<i>So Gortash is nothing more than a pile of flesh, same as the rest of us.</i>


We could've used the Steel Watch back in the day. But that's because we fought actual threats.


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


Oh. Okay...


Thank you. You're a good person.


<i>Tsk'va!</i> Best to watch my step.


Hark! A dung golem!


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


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


We wrecked our boat just trying to get close to it. What do I do now?


Fight viciously, roar loudly, step boldly. She must make herself known.


Shh. Eyes on Ragzlin.


*A wave of anxiety washes over you as you look upon the statue. Why did Shar withhold her blessing?*


Best be on my way.


I know this key - it's identical to the one held by that corpse in the tunnels.


*Spaw's old song falters in the myconids' minds, swallowed by a new rhythm - the song of Glut.*


<i>PROFANUS!</i>


It was bad enough having just one of those tadpoles forced upon us. I can scarcely believe you actually inflicted <i>another </i>on yourself...


Taking on a tower with no siege engines. Wonderful.


Baldur's Gate has seen its share of madness - but it's not ready for what's coming.


Hah! Clearly, you do not know our Harper most High.


I see her grimace when Shar wracks her soul though, and I see the doubt in her eyes as the pain causes her to doubt the path she has taken.


Hells' minions. Drink-dreams, drunk-mares!


I've made beds out of moss, twigs, even mud and bark - but even I have my limits.


A pleasure. My name's Ripper - put in a good word for me at Moonrise, yeah?


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 2


My face might be bland, but yours? It is now carved into my memory - forever.


*You can carry yourself tall knowing you were loyal in both deed and intent. You are no heretic.*


Eventually, I heard the call of others who had strayed. I showed them the way, as I show you now.


Minsc is no lord. Unless... Boo, do <i>you</i> have an account down here? Hah, were your cheeks not ample enough?


Oh, hells. Something just woke up...


Your precious hero 'liberated' them from one hell only to trap them in another.


Victory v4


A mouse couldn't squeeze through those vines.


As do you. But I assume we're not here solely to exchange compliments. So, why <i>am</i> I here?


Stop, or die.


She will find the path ahead where she always has.


GruntAngry<br>var 1


Know this - the Weave will never answer to you. Set your 'ambition' to that purpose, and you will feel the wrath of a true god. One worthy of the name.


Attack<br>var 3


Odd shape for a keepsake. It must fit in somewhere.


Oh, and one more thing.


I'm Lens, roving reporter for the Baldur's Mouth Gazette. My editor's sent me to cover the drama out here at the gate.


Good idea, I think.


She eats our food, drinks our water. Then steals our most holy idol in thanks!


I wager that blade has a mighty enchantment. Gale could tell me more.


An invitation from Gortash. What's the bastard up to, I wonder?


Well. It's my fault they're here.


Very well.


For you, oh horned cheek.


That place in the distance... it can only mean one thing. Dark Justiciars. I just know it.


It's a book of necromancy, full of secrets about controlling the dead, returning the dead to life, and who knows what else.


Look, tell her to go to Baldur's Gate. I'll... I'll meet her there.


And not a devil to be found. This is it. I'm finally free.


Nothing but scammers - and the scammed.


I've killed my fair share of people, but wiping out an entire building with a cannon powered by the sun?


We retrieved that hammer for a reason. Let us free Prince Orpheus.


Well, my day just improved. Did you want something?


What's that?


Useless.


Just curious.


That's locked for a reason. Let's not disturb it.


Let me strike true.


Tender-eyed meenlocks. Fire and light will wear them down.


We got 'em though, eh? And once the whelp starts singin' we'll know who sent 'em.


I - I don't have any gold. Sorry.