I hope he is not angry about the aeons of imprisonment. I have been a statue - it is not so bad.


Dying Freezing to Death


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Can't you just heal yourself?


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v2


The best worst decision. So what do we do now?


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


Pulchrior!


The brain... I can feel it in my head, gorging itself on my thoughts...


Let's hope we chose the right ally.


Nimble said to close my eyes. But I can hear it - the stone is screaming.


Wyll gave up freedom to save his father? I will never understand people like that.


The stolen boots will do nicely as proof. A drow such as yerself could name her prize then, I reckon.


I think Master Figaro has a few spaces between appointments today. You're in luck!


Heard about your antics at the gate. You look well for someone that took on a troupe of goblins.


Our poor boy. Our lad.


You could send an elf to sleep!


More where this came from.


An aasimar? Hells. If I'd known, I'd have asked for more gold - kidnapping costs more than theft.


I can help.


As in... hobbies? Oh. Well... I like to play music, I suppose?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


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


Orin. She snatched me up, from our camp. Brought me down here to her <i>temple</i>. A Bhaalist enclave.


Water. Shallow. Leaves. No. <i>Argh.</i>


NO!


Orin dug, Orin scooped, Orin dissected. Your brain is damaged forever.


It reflects the soul of every Sharran who gazes upon it - black, ugly, and generally useless.


Anything for a friend.


Ah, my thanks. Perhaps we might even marry, if fate wills it.


Karlach? You look poorly... It's the engine, isn't it? It's burning out.


Voss, to battle!


Glacies!


*The rat's eyes gleam with uncanny intelligence. It seems to grasp your gesture, and accept it.*


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


This necklace's sigil was also in the cave. The Harpers have been unusually active here.


My mother's... swollen... gut...


Gently...


Of course!


Never.


Murdered... by my son...


I live to serve, as your Father made me. If I cannot serve...


Yuck.


Thou were wise to seek refuge from the quickening madness with thy death.


Canto te!<br>v3


In my expert opinion, it seems to be... magic?


There's something hidden in here, in the hay.


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


Erm... well, y'see, madam... I just remembered... our boss - he's the same as you.


I suspected as much. Though I am <i>fascinated</i> that you've retained the ability to lie about it.


Get out of my head! <i>All of you!</i>


-LIBERATORS--
 -saviours--
 -pawns--
 -DUPES--


Son of... Niiber... son of... Nuuber...


Cudo!


Mm, mm, Thaniel and me...
Waiting for the sun forever...


Well, something's happening?


Let's see how you like a little rot.


This must have been quite a view, once.


Victory v2


I am Vicar Humbletoes, guardian of the Stormshore Tabernacle. I keep the peace in this sacred place and guide those in need.


Do you mind?


Farewell. For good, I hope.


Wait. Did that just transform?


This was the best chance I had - for me and my baby.


It's a little obvious, frankly.


You're a straight liar. I know this sort of matter requires <i>days</i> of recovery between sessions.


Heh. And then like roaches, the troubles all came crawling back.


Hells, I need to get out of here.


*You drink and drink and drink. Until, without even a whimper, it's all over.*


You must discover the source of the magic that controls the parasites before that happens.


The... <i>Towers</i>...


When words fail.<br>


Maybe never seeing the sun again is just the price of freedom.


And I hear <i>you're</i> the one who killed him.


Ravengard has spoken. Long live Archduke Gortash!


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


VO_SFX : Downed v4


You saved us. I wasn't sure we'd make it through.


Some sort of replica devil's head. Perhaps for a citydweller mating ritual...?


No... stop talking... I don't understand... NO!


Ah. Our esteemed guest. Please, approach - we have much to discuss.


Allow me.


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


It's been a long time since I shed a tear. I don't even know how long.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


You strike your prey, then offer aid? Deplorable.


You'll be getting a mouthful of sparks at this rate. Unless you've got any decent metal on you, I'm not interested.


Buff


There's an undead inside this Watcher. Why? And where is its <i>head?</i>


Gustas dulcis!


Let's have a rummage.


Don't expect to see any fun return to this place so long as those jackboots are thumping around.


The perfect shade for my second drawing room.


Nothing like putting in the right things in the right order.


You would <i>dare</i> criticise the Lady of Murder? In her ancestor's temple?


*You tuck it away again. Your duty is to deliver it - not understand it.*


Dissera!


*Your tongue slithers over your glory like the snake it is, tasting each misdeed once again.*


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


For the Lady of Loss, she does not like losing.


Let her stay if you want. But if that bard breaks out in song, I'm not having it.


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


AgreeOpen<br>var 1


I don't care what you have to say, gith. Back off.


My condition requires a delicate touch. Just one item will suffice to keep it in check.


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


You had better warm to that notion very rapidly, or your journey ends here. We needn't be enemies - there's plenty of those to go around already.


Fiat voluntas dei!


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


Risus abundat!


I can't stand here and do nothing.


The people of this city love a hero and villain piece. We have our villain...


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


I'm not sure I ever considered the Emperor an ally, exactly, but even so, it's strange to know we're on our own at last.


The same. It must be that tadpole they put in our eyes. I assume that's what caused our minds to... cross.


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


That lock's made for picking.


Action, not reaction.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


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


And the first round can be on you.


Keep it together.


I can mend your wounds, if I must.


This place... this place means everything to me.


I can't do it anymore. Ten years, man. It's enough. It's enough.


*Her darling pups will not be of her own species. Gnolls bring forth their iniquitous litter from many corpsed wombs - including hyenas.*


Why can't a man be passionate about mineral ores?


But I hope you keep coming back to Mamzell's for the drinks!


Up... high up...


You've been keeping a secret, Astarion. And I don't like secrets.


*The shiver returns. This time, it's colder. Sharper.*


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 3


In the City of Death, the <i>mlar</i> cultivate the fruiting bodies that sprout from the corpses of the slain.


Would you like a firm pat on the back, also?


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


Yonas? Can you see our torches?


Do not thank us, friend. It is not as if we didn't consider killing you instead.


It's too late to make friends, worgmeat. My tribe's comin'.


Simple.


The girl's parents should have decided your fate, but they perished. Instead, nature will judge you.


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


Effort v10


Dying Burning


No use. Not right now, at least.


I would never.


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


This belonged to a merregon - one of Hell's footsoldiers.


You got guts floating out here like this. Where's Gekh? <i>Who are you?</i>


Ah. Mr Dekarios. You seem... different. Better. What's the meaning of this?


Tools and a thick rope. Someone climbed up from down below.


First, he sold himself to the goddess of loss. But the pain did not subside, no matter his obscene feats of devotion.


Rotten food and dried blood. A wild party, or something more sinister?


Hold fast, I'm coming.


Inside, and hurry. I want that gate closed when the goblins get here.


I still can't believe Master Halsin is dead.


The other eight, well, they are pleasures unto themselves. Perhaps I'll show you myself - if I deem you worthy.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


Agreed. Nothing's lost yet but a bit of our sanity. Onward.


Kiai<br>Var 4


Hmph. Well - it was worth a try.


Hells if I know. I've been stuck down here for what seems like a tenday.


The nautiloid won't withstand these dragon attacks for long. Forward!


A tressym. Never seen one in the flesh before.


I won't argue with you. She's scary enough as a tiefling - I hate to think what kind of mind flayer she'd make.


Not getting back in that thing.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


MWAHAH.


I think you made it worse. Keep the advice to yourself next time.


This one is trouble. Watch your back, as she's likely to stab it.


Looks like that odd ox made it through the shadows.


Poxy pissered pervert!


This lake of blood again. It's even bigger up close.


SFX_VO: I took a deep breath - and ROARED.*


<i>All visitors arrived on schedule. Korrilla Hearthflame wished to peruse the Archive, and the Inquisitor was in a most grotesque form.</i>


Come brother, it's time to go home.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


We are living, they are dead...
Two of us safe 'til the end...


A wise choice. These parasites are a threat to be destroyed, not an opportunity to be exploited.


Oh yeah. That last soul coin was just what I needed. I feel... I feel <i>incredible!</i>


*Grunt.*


Someone was inside here not long ago.


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


Just be sure you're back before dawn.


She stands at the same crossroads you yourself once did, Viconia - but it seems you are not quite the teacher you thought.


It's in a safe in the back - within lies everything I know about hags. Use that knowledge to kill Ethel, and free this world of her evil - I beg of you.


Breathe deep, and move.


Ex Textura!<br>v3


Although it's been some years since I last donned my armour. It may need some minor adjustments around the waist.


Don't - don't let me keep ya, boss. Lads were gathered by the windmill.


An interesting bottle. No commonplace tipple, I would guess.


*The name seems familiar, but nothing comes to you.*


You know, I was really warming to you - but you've been seriously diminishing my respect for you, of late.


I'll need to remember where each platform is if I'm to get across - like the book described.


I'm speechless. A Bhaalist among us like this. If we didn't need the fucker, I'd say we run for the hills.


That's not my problem, now, is it?


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Now - to Baldur's Gate. I'll be waiting, Lae'zel.


Someone was... <i>arranging</i> these corpses. What for?


Yet the Absolute has blessed you. Perhaps you will be useful. Present yourself at my camp and -


They dragged someone through here...


<i>You may disagree. Enver did. But we don't deserve this - this torment. You're the first person who's heard the real me in months.</i>


Be a good boy. Bring me her head for dessert - I've a sweet tooth, and devil's on the menu.


GaspSurprised<br>var 2


Have you forgotten? Whenever this frail carcass perishes, you shall always be sent a fresh Sceleritas.


Less 'quiet party with friends', more 'days of hedonistic debauchery'. But otherwise, yes.


Submersible's broken. Can't seem to turn it on.


That will not serve them well in battle with <i>ghaik</i>.


<i>Good. </i>


Not a fate I'd wish on any creature.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


Pulso!


The druids' research. Helpful too, as luck would have it.


So stiff!


Come on, humour me. If you had to choose...


We can't allow him to keep it.


Gods, this is boring.


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


Someone must have tampered with it. An aberrance I can't begin to comprehend.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v3


Without you, there would be no Absolute. This was all your doing.


Helm is on our side - have faith.


Enough messing, now - back with the other customers.


Bring me the letter - unopened - and you'll get the rest.


I <i>said </i>incapable.


Odd. I feel... <i>better</i>.


Godsdammit, why are so many adventurer jobs so lonely?! I thought you were supposed to have parties?


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


I don't know what I expected - Scratch can't reach me just now.


A walk would cheer me up.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 3


*Your mind spins, your heart races. There is only endless void, an ocean of grey and violet.*


By the Dark Lord - how did it grow so large?


Perhaps this is so. Show me the heirloom.


Bet this book of necromancy has some hefty magic in it. Gale, what do you think?


You are not dead! You only LOOK dead!


Shut those doors - this is <i>not</i> a public forum.


The crèche is not far from where you met Voss. We must go there at immediately.


Why, have you anything to hide?


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Owlbear tracks. Its nest must be nearby.


Listen, I'm grateful that you saved my life. But you really shouldn't have had to. It's my job to keep you safe, not the other way around. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to it.


Moonmaiden! Guide my hand.


If we put our heads together, I bet you and me could make a tidy stack of coin in Baldur's Gate.


That light - it's protecting me from the curse.


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


Go on, hop to! Ain't a one o' them I'd like to keep waiting.


<i>The lesser foes are a distraction - dominating the brain is what matters.</i>


Do not take this for granted.


My friend. Now we have settled the matter of the Guild, I fear there is something I must tell you. You and Boo both.


You're still here? Thought you'd be halfway to Moonrise and leading the Harpers' charge on the tower. Go on - the day needs saving.


Very well then. Once the city is saved, Karlach's Kinetic Cleaver will be first on my list.


There you are. What's happening out there? Who was that, streaking across the sky?


Shh, shh, your saviour approaches, scuttling in without the tyrant's rock.


Child, learn your lesson and be grateful.


Invoco te<br>v3


Whaddya want, brick?


Tell me, what will you do with it if I entrust it to you?


Wh-what's happening? Please help!


<b>Hoard</b>, you say? Sounds like you can stand me a round or seven. But later...


Resurg


An amulet of Selûne. I think Gale might want this.


They won't see me coming.<br>


We did. For Kanon.


And they would know that they could depend on me. Feared, venerated, adored. I would be everything to them.


No. For not killing enough of them. Father Bhaal cares not for a child that squanders his gifts.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


A gem. Could be valuable.


The Absolute may be gone, but others will rise against us. Maybe even our old allies.


Bring the one you love. I will look into your hearts and see if your love is eternal. Or doomed eternally.


Let me.


*It appears content to let you leave in peace.*


Help's on the way.


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


Sounds like bad news. I'd just as soon get that Moonlantern off Nere.


Minimus!


And? They reject the god who raised you.


So much for the druid. Although even corpses can reveal secrets.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


I'll get you right in no time.<br>


Voco glacies!<br>v3


You know what we ought to do? We ought to <i>heist </i>this joint.


Go into the light - unless you fancy your chances in the shadows where we found you.


Trapped... shadow mastiffs... repelled them with flame...


ClosedMouth Effort v2


I swear to you, I gave Teela no order to strike.


Shit. Where did Gortash send my father? <i>How do I save him?</i>


Let's be optimistic and assume he's still among the living.


Is it time? Can we finally go and end Cazador?


A century locked inside a Sharran curse will do things to a man.


The Zhent are down - just you and me now, Stone Lord. So if you mean to take my chair, you'll get no better chance than this.


Victims of the shadow curse. At least they were afforded a burial.


No fooling me. Patience - you'll hear it when Lord Gortash does.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 1


Then Lord Bhaal shall claim what was long overdue.


If you're that immature, you're not ready for one tenth of Karsus' powers. And I'll play no part in helping you get them.


Vlaakith's eyes see beyond the planes. We cannot hide.


I say we leave and never look back.


Haha! What's this feeling? I'm so... so happy.


We need to find Oliver and get him to return to Thaniel. Otherwise this curse will never be lifted.


Vae victis!


Ut ventus!<br>v3


Dying Burning<br>v4


Green blouse, brown hair - that must be Miri.


Baar-NA-buuuuus. <i>Kill!</i>


Master Halsin did not chase treasure. I do not know what he was chasing. But he never returned.


*She absorbs every detail, whether memory or dream, and drinks deep of them. You sense a desire in her equal in strength to your darkest urge.*


Watch yourself around some of the guards. The ones the necromancers brought back are a little... odd.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


<i>(The price is reflective of their power and rarity. Only the most devoted of students ought to make the investment.)</i>


Heh - I'll give you credit. I'm drowning in tears, and you hold out a fist. Ulder would've done the same.


Hush now. The time for talking is over.


Decapitated - but still warm.


... from... Sshamath... before... the Absolute...


He looks a little better, doesn't he? Art, that is.


Fine. But next time you're after a midnight snack, consider me off the menu.


A gift from Cazador, written in flesh. Apparently it's a poem, but I've never read it.


Do I look all right?


I arranged a perfect crime for you: the sweet little girl Alfira was to place herself in your knife's way.


*If you speak with Orpheus, you might unveil an option you have yet to consider.*


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


Let's get you up.


Maybe I'll get a cat when we make it into the Lower City. That'll show him.


True. And when you <i>finally </i>perfect a song... there's nothing like it.


Sine metu!<br>v2


Well that's dealt with. But she wasn't the one pulling the strings here.


Getting back broken over Nightsong's knee / dying 3


Anyone who hurts Lady Mayrina is Kled's enemy. But anyone who helps her is Kled's friend - thank you.


*It was indeed miraculous... and perhaps a little suspicious. But it will have been for nothing if you don't find a way to remove the tadpole. And quickly.*


Hurry! <i>Please!</i>


Assuming we survive, of course. Because a horrible death is always just around the corner with you.


Listen here.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


Wow, Gale. 'Chosen of Mystra.' Congratulations, I think?


Hells. I think I woke something up.


Ubi es?<br>v2


Hmm... no.


Hold up - who are you? Intruder!


Good. You have grown your power and improved your chances of survival.


You could send an elf to sleep!


Falson's dead, Phoenix!


Counsellor Florrick - Baldur's Gate requires your protection once more.


<i>If </i>we find it. I doubt he's just left it lying around.<br>


Is this the first time I've caused a child's death?


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


Seems there's more than one searching for this forge. No word of its guardian this time, though.


Gods, that was horrific. Even by this place's standards.


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


Waterdeep. They say it is second only to Baldur's Gate in its splendor. So - no, thank you.


Well. Boo would <i>also</i> think you would have noticed when Minsc himself was frozen for over a century.


Looks like using magic around these things is more trouble than it's worth!


Yes! Now we're talking.


If you do not, it will be terribly embarrassing for the both of us.


Spirit of the slaughtered - <i>return to us</i>.


Sooner Lord Gortash cleans this place up, the better.


Victory v4


I can smell the blood from here.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


We mustn't tarry, but I'd hate for our friendship to end here. Please - won't you meet me, once we've both slipped the goblin yoke?


Dodge


Hey! Maybe I'm invited too. I can be the muscle.


Away, you pox'd nun!


Look, I ain't got much in the way of thanks but the stiff below has some fancy doodahs - you're welcome to 'em.


All it takes is a stiff crop to get 'em in line.


Are they all like this?


<i>Damn.</i>


Their soul is in a place even I cannot peer into. A place no soul should venture.


I don't know if you mean that. But I hope you do.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


No, I mean - spending time with you was always fun, even with the complications from your engine, but - I didn't expect more from this.


Dying Burning<br>v3


That disc looks like it can move - a way forward?


I'd love nothing more than to smash Orpheus free with that hammer and cut out the illithid middleman.


Can't you just heal yourself?


*Dark holes bite at the edges of your vision, but the void cannot draw you in.*


Gods, I would have liked to kill him, though.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


One of many worlds.<br>


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


Looks like the ritual worked. The whole grove is walled in.


I never fail.


Trespassing in restricted areas is not tolerated, miscreant.


Best move fast.


Effort v2


Invoco te!<br>v2


I'm glad. Being comfortable in one's own skin is key to happiness, I find.<br>


*You consider the Rite of Thorns. A rare art, plucked from illicit domains.*


A shiny shell with nothing inside. Minsc has known many wizards just the same.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


No opening this with that lock still on it.


This wine's poisonous.


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


Nope! Thanks so much for asking though.


Huh. Where's Lae'zel?


*When evil's shadow darkened the Sword Coast, you brought your light. You are the people's protector. To fell monsters and guard the meek is your calling.*


A dead drow - took quite a pounding, too.


Have you ever spoken to him?


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


Enough dawdling - come to my inner chambers.


<i>Argh. </i>Away. Or eats you. <i>Bleeds </i>you.


Better stay back. One strike could be lethal.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


Glue and optimism are holding this thing together.


Weak


Don't make me hold your hand now.<br>


I've got what you need.


Right... Good. Glad I asked.


Someone else got out.


By the Exile - gone again!


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


Never.


Still. If you let me watch your technique, I might learn it from you.


Blessed gods - you were with the Absolute this whole time.


Impero tibi!<br>v2


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


What would you have of me now, True Soul?


<i>But a word of caution - once we cross into the elder brain's domain, there will be no turning back.</i>


Cutting to the chase.


You saw her, then. <i>Advocatus diaboli.</i>


*One last tingle up your spine leads to a stifled moan, you struggle not to cry out in public.*


The magic nearly oozes from this flask. Gale might be interested.


Maybe if I save up for another tenday, I'll be able to get a medium-sized one.


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


Be split and spilt before his Throne!


Beldron! Are you all right?


Do not squander this.


Hmm... there's something more to this. What am I missing?


Stuck from this side - I should look around.


Something tore right through these people. They didn't stand a chance.


What about Wyll? He deserves... everything. He deserves <i>you.</i>


Anything of use?


Little house... Under a hill... Somewhere... Don't... Remember...


That light in the sky... I almost feel bad for Ketheric, knowing what's coming for him.


A vampire? I <i>knew</i> it. It was the teeth - total giveaway.


<i>Soon a great battle will commence in this city - and you shall lead my forces to victory. Now go forth.</i>


See any movement out there?


Nice, a free ring. Maybe wash it a few thousand times before trying it on.


At least it won't suffer anymore.


... patron... Lady Jannath... but... love another...


In a hurry, are we?


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Te video!<br>v3


It is not over!


We get along quite well, I think.


Volo non fugia!


Looks like this idiot's after a kickin', lads!


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


Oskar dies with me. Such a pretty picture we'll make.


Hold, and listen.


I'll help you.


Heh.


Then stay light on your feet, soldier. They can't kill what they can't catch.


Muddy footprints... like someone came through the sewers.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


By command of the Inquisition, you are ordered to join in our search. Return with the weapon, or do not return at all.


City Watch - into position!


Shouldn't have wished to live in more interesting times.


Invoco te!<br>v2


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


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


Stabilio!


Attack<br>var 3


You're either brave or stupid to be worried about your purse in these parts.


Let's hope the Lady of Loss is pleased.


I have no doubt you gave them a good talking to.


Configo!


I'm sorry, I... I might need a moment. This is a lot to take in...


I can feel the grief in the blade. It must be the glaive from the druid's notebook.


May you wake with your lungs full of water!


It won't be hard to keep their scent. That foul blood is everywhere.


It doesn't feel right - going to Baldur's Gate without our little girl.


You'll be safe in here. Don't worry.


Well. Bottom's up.


Had my fill of this place.


We won't seal it up until he's safe with the rest.


<i>Behold, </i>the fool of fools.<i></i>


Fair enough - I can see you've bled for us, so I won't prod any further.


Falling<br>Var 2


Derryth... with myconids... helping... gnome...


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Isobel. You brought my daughter back to me.


Stupefacio!


That's it - you're done for now.


You really ended things with Karlach, just to be with me?


<i>I may not be able to read your thoughts anymore, but I'm certain I know them -</i>


W-why are <i>you </i>so nosy?


Right now? Waiting for my idiot husband's return. 'Less you've seen him, we don't have much to discuss.


No hesitation - these people are long dead.


Clever boy... always... tinkering. Traps... mechanisms...


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


When we cannot know, we can only trust. But then, that is exactly what a traitor in our midst would say - isn't it?


Let's regroup and march. I don't know if I can wait around much longer.


What are you running from?


Oh I have my reservations, no question. First of all, it looks disgusting.


That's what I keep saying.


And don't feel the need to brag to the others about our little tryst.


No obstacle too great.


Come, cub - show them how you've grown!


Simple enough. On to the next.


You've made a grave mistake.


Looks like Father Lorgan's help wasn't quite enough.


Damn. After a decade in hell, I was hoping for a little company. Even a big hero once out for my head.


The Dark Lady's presence - she is here!


Looks like someone wanted to bury their secrets.


Please, saer, oh please!


They won't see me coming.


*The creature's eyes briefly meet yours before looking away.*


Anything is preferable to risking the shadow curse.


I hunt a vampire spawn named Astarion. I'm bound to bring him back to Baldur's Gate - <i>alive</i>.


Do as I say, and you'll be rewarded beyond imagination. Fail, and you give up the prize to the next motivated mercenary to encounter my contract.


I have just the thing.


You return, taint-blessed kin-killer, having committed the holiest of sins.


Ah! What are you doing?


We know he keeps it in the House of Hope. If we can find a diabolist, they could help us make our way in.


*Reality dawns. You've been outsmarted by an ogre.*


It's decided. Let's go.


Godsdamned <i>hypocrite</i>.


Well that's honest of you. Don't do it again - I'll give you a pass this time, considering I owe you my life.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Grab that tadpole!


They lined us up like dogs. Asharak was with the kids, telling them it was gonna be all right.


These webs are everywhere.<br>


Go on - we'll cover you.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


These boots have seen everything.


YOU! HELLO!


I could listen to this forever...


*Lathander bids the setting sun a fond farewell.*


Stay back!


I'd love to, thanks.


Good. Now cough up the coin - I got shit to do.


Stabilio!


It's stopped. Perhaps the supply's been exhausted.


Impressive.


<i>No. NO! Why won't 'e speak?! The drow's gonna kill me if I can't make 'im talk!</i>


Peri!


And I find use for even the fallen. I hope that is some comfort to you.


Still, if whatever managed to murder a group of Sharrans is still around, we had better watch our step.


<i>Your inclination to generosity is an admirable quality. One I wish to reciprocate.</i>


Don't you think I know that? We're no cowards. We talked about revolting. We know what these Watchers are for.


*Such a generous individual could never be up to no good. Your donation is gratefully received.*


Why map what is already known? Beside me is an ungrateful heart, a conniving heart, a <i>shadow </i>heart.


Damn it! We scared it off. Poor little beaky fella - hope he finds his way back.


Looks like the drider's caravan came from here.


Seeking... Karsus' power... failed...


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to see me like this.


Get 'em, Boo!


Shame I'm not selling aloe, then - keep your ugly hands to yourself.


Incredible - space, unfettered from time. The Astral Plane, just as I've dreamt it.


Well, we're not getting in this way.


One moment.


But there's goblins out there, and worse. And it's nice here, so I - I took the idol. I thought maybe then we could stay.


I will miss you, though. Since the moment we met, you have been spectacular.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


I'd welcome the company - but your leader should make the decision.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Where did the djinni find this crap?


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


Do <i>not</i> scratch at your stitches. Just ask Boo to do it.


Very funny. And I'm a bugbear. We'll get along just fine.


Oh yeah.


A fist-to-face meeting? Boo is looking forward.


I worship Shar, the Mistress of the Night.


A most intelligent impulse, but I'm afraid it simply isn't possible.


That feels good.


Voco araneae!


Ex Textura!<br>v3


VO_SFX : Downed v3


Are we truly to be party to this?


I don't understand. The histories claim the prince was burned to ash in the skies.


I thought the Ironhand Gnomes had corrupted you, Wulbren. Now I wonder if it wasn't the other way around.


*This is the way. This is your queen's command.*


*Elminster's a relic concerned only with preserving his own legend. He couldn't care less if this mission would rob you of your own legacy.*


Still yourself, pup. Not every death is forever.


Oh yes.


*To the weak, the <i>zaith'isk</i> may look a horror. To a githyanki, it holds the promise of purity.*


I should fetch that.


What do you make of those protestors?


Take me with you!


Up! We shall carry the day, my friend.


She was. And still is. You've saved us. Now save yourself. You'll be out of Shar's reach, and we'll be at peace.


A Continual Flame spell, from the look of it.


This one escaped the flames. Unfortunately.


Fate spins along as it should.


YOU! Our Lord of Murder demands sacrifice! You will be an offering for the great god BOOOAL!


Hold on.


You love it, don't you, sir? Like a fish in water.


You're not one of them. They took you, just the same as me.


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


This has got to be the spear Shadowheart's after.


Ah, your excelness, you weren't supposed to touch that.


Allow me.


*Hard to believe that such formidable warriors could have fallen - and to whom?*


Then it's done - I should have died with them.


Can't trust them to sweep the stables, let alone swing a sword.


... but who knows. Perhaps someone else made her that way, as she tried to do to me.


A tiefling. Must be Arabella's mother. What's left of her, anyway.


Why are you here, little thief?


It lied to me. It lets the tyrant live and comes crawling into Bhaal's sanctum instead.


What do <i>you </i>know about the Absolute?


Extra Recovered <br>V3


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 2


And yet here you are. There's not many cause trouble in a Zhent hideout and walk away.


Have no fear.


Viconia DeVir. Alas, I know you a little too well to follow you into a dark hole in the ground.


Running water normally burns like acid. But now - who knows?


No treasure here - only a simulacrum of it.


You can't die - not like this!


Something to turn the tide.


Come. I pour.


Please. If you've any conscience, you'll get them out...


Hear that? Our drow friend won't last long. Pity.


Gogeous place, in a terrifying way.


Not the lives of the Gondians you left to die? The bodies that burn in the foundry as we speak?


Trapped behind bars. I'd hoped for a warmer welcome to the Gate.


You know you'll never get stronger by just standin' around.


You're special, my friend, because I have a message - just for you!


Ketheric Thorm, leading Shar's forces. Quite the about-face for a warrior of Selûne.


You'll forgive the spying, I hope. The Guild keeps watch for anyone of interest passing through our gates.


Missing - 'Zola'. 'Rascal'. Why do those names sounds familiar? Oh - the blood-stained collars...


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


Gah! Yes. Yes, <i>True Soul.</i>


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


<i>If </i>we find it. I doubt he's just left it lying around.<br>


The stench of fey blood. You've already met the hag, then?


That's right - the book! This is all because of the book!


Aaaaand she's gone.<br>


You imperilled the grove. I'm surprised you dare show your face.


Athkatla, City of Coin, capital of Amn. They say the streets are paved with gold.


I wonder how many times she's been killed down here.


Sine metu!


Not wise enough to avoid Sharran sanctums, apparently.


Paw prints? Where do they lead?<br>


Calm, Maggran. Give them a chance.


But I still have hope for you - that you will make a better choice.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 2


Shadowheart? What happened? You were missing for a moment.


Suit yourself, but the only way we'll make it to Baldur's Gate is to run, and run hard.


The stone's less worn here. Recently uncovered.


Laughter


Not some amateur occultist, then - a true diabolist.


Huh.


I was hungry to face my first <i>ghaik</i>, my sword pined for their blood.


BUT CHOSEN... JUST DON'T FORGET WHERE YOU GOT IT FROM.


You really don't remember the last while? You don't remember killing anyone?


<i>I am glad my carelessness did not cost the lives of the innocents captives.</i>


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


- and seethe like the River Styx. But there's something missing, isn't there?


No doubt about it - this is where the hag must be.


It pulls life from one and gives it to another. How relatable.


For you, oh horned cheek.


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


I'll get you loose.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Oh-ho! Thank you for the lift, my friend. Thank you very much indeed. Ta-ta!


Actually, on second thought I can't think of it entailing anything particularly enticing at all.


Time to do your part, Mizora!


This is gonna be a rush.


Today, a sacrifice must be made. I trust in you to lead us down the right path.


Wretched thing, pull yourself together.


Pull me too close, and I'm destined to hurt you.


Unless you have news of Arabella I don't want to hear it.


You hungry, sweet girl?


Not a clean death. And probably not a quick one.<br>


Please. The Zhentarim can hold the Guildhall - but that's not the same as holding the Guild itself.


Brains, for these vile <i>ghaik</i> to feast on.


I'm coming.


At last.


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


Your goddess calls. Serve her or denounce her as you will - but you cannot ignore her.


Very well.


Heading out.


No lock, no handle. How does it open?


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Deure!


I'd still be target practice for goblins if you hadn't come along. I think I can trust you.


*Here lies the Captain. Of what, we never knew.*


We leave this land as we found it: lost to the shadows. What a shame.


Welcome, friend. Your burdens are soon to be made as light as a feather. Trust me.


True enough. Don't know why I'm rushing things, except the risk of imminent mind flayerisation. But hey, we've got a cure in the works, right? Right.


*The dawn greets you warmly, as if it knows of your victory. The Netherbrain is fallen, and the parasites have gone quiet.*


You're distracted. Speak, or let your thoughts haunt you.


A loathsome hurdle. Watching you burn lit a fire in me I could not quench alone.


The Plane of Shadow. My tutor called it a dark mirror held up to our own plane of existence, a perversion of all we hold dear.


Stronger than before. Much stronger.


Circulus mortis!


Aye, that we can do. The fire won't hold them forever though. Be quick about it.


Obey, my child, and be forgiven.


What's in here?


No use digging here.


Voss! I call on your might!


There can be no doubt: I am of her silvered flesh, her celestial womb.


Scars often tell such wonderful stories - I think yours might be truly exquisite.


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


You did the right thing. If the Absolute ever takes my mind again, I hope you will end me as quickly.


Pulchrior!


Don't worry, I'm coming.<br>


I did it!


The Adamantine Forge - the wizard Dhourn was set on finding it.


That was <i>amazing.</i>


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Neither will I, darling. At least I hope you'll come along for the show?


They're <i>murderers</i>. I'd spit in the eye of any god the likes of them worship.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Pretty. Wonder what it's for.


Now come. We must find it and report to a <i>ghustil</i> for purification.


What to bring...


My crèche had one of these too. The stricter the discipline, the stronger the soldiers.


Hmm, some strange grooves by the statues... I wonder if they can be moved?<br>


Let's make the most of this.


There, I'm afraid you're wrong.


Quickly, then.


Remember how you used me like a mule?


He still won't speak - just keeps going with the bloody song.


*Temple worship suspended until further notice. The faithful endure.*


I would rather fall on my blade than become a <i>ghaik</i>.


You don't know? The Rite of Profane Ascension.


<i>See you on the other side, Gale. It's been an honour.</i>


Locke... husband to Komira... father to Arabella...


Resurg


*The guard prepares to attack. Fugitives are to be killed on sight.*


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Estra deals with the personal interviews and fluff pieces. I deal with the <i>truth</i>. And the truth is - you're a damned menace.


We cannot safely pursue until daybreak - the night is their realm.


Tsk'va! We have reached the abyss.


Always room for more.


Not that I'm one to question someone's meal preferences, but something tells me this is more than a dietary quirk.


I suppose I have no choice but to believe you.


You seen that scryin' eye wotsit about? Handy, that.


<i>Tread carefully now.</i>


How's a dead cat making a stink like that?


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


Let me loosen that snare a little.<br>


Enchanted? Nice.


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


Torre!


Hold on, my love.


Gnomes next door are up to something. They've been whispering like mad.


If he does bite too hard, do not come whimpering to me. He can drain you for all I care.


I... yes, I think so. My whole life's been leading to this. No turning back now.


I. Am. Far. From. Home.


*The vat is still, placid - thousands of tadpoles happily awaiting their hosts.*


True. You wouldn't have the grit.


Loviatar - a goddess who thrives on pain. This book must be for her followers.


A cave. I mislike this stone sky - too easy for quarry to hide.


Mercy? They were our children - mercy would have been giving us a chance to say goodbye. To decide their fate ourselves.


C'mon. I bet we'll even get some of the spoils.


Maledicte es!


What the hells, Astarion...? You bit me!


*The desire is there, but it doesn't have any potions to give.*


A waste of perfectly good blood.


Oh? Well, do go on, Mr Dekarios.


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


Somehow, I'm not sure I'll take your word for it just yet. A little more trust needs to be cultivated first.


Simple, like I say - but not <i>easy.</i> Better contenders than you have been bested by that bird.


I have orders from General Thorm in Moonrise Towers. We can work together. I don't mind sharing the Absolute's glory.


Oh, I'm not going anywhere - not until my brother is all right.


Someone's moving around in there.


I need her to stay focused on her training - the grove will need a skilled healer in my absence.


An excellent question.


You'll be free soon enough.


Stay calm - I'm coming.


A cart sounds fine, but do I have to haul it around?


I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.


You're a hero of the city, right? Why don't <i>you </i>climb those stairs and see if the Absolute's army is at the gates?


I - I know that corpse. Arabella's father.


A fake wall. Hopefully hiding real secrets.


After all he'd been through... Zevlor did not deserve such a death.


I'll speak however I bloody like in my own house. If you don't like it, you're <i>very</i> welcome to leave with Oskar.


Or you just thought we'd be stupid enough to believe ya!


What, then?


Huh. Where's Shadowheart?


What'd you do that for?!


Witness my <i>becoming!</i>


Dialino!


*The device does not react to your presence.*


All this waiting around. I can't take it.


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


Idiot! It's stuck now!


I lost Mayrina and the babe she promised me - because of <i>you. </i>So I had to find myself a new one.


Fronti nulla fides!


Well, considering this economy, plus the risk I'm taking, I'd say... half the going rate?


The Dark Lady, defaced by some foul mark.


*Few mortals are truly capable of ascending to godhood. Karsus famously failed, but that doesn't mean you would share his fate.*


Get rid of the other gith. Then we can talk about helping each other.


Recovered <br>V3


Whoa - everything all right, soldier?


I don't see why not.


It is afraid - good. Show no mercy.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Oh yeah? Well, I don't see any of your kin here to claim it!


They unsettle somehow - as if they harbour a lingering presence.


You.<br>


Wouldn't I?


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


I think we're finished here. Let's go.


Straj. This reminds me of my Ceremony of Graduation. What a day that was.


Holy hells. Incredible, that it didn't tear off your every limb.


Why are you here, then, little one? If not to see Godey.


I worshipped Mystra loyally for years, and in that time she granted me the barest sliver of the power I was ready to wield.


By Balduran's bones, no!


Whatever you're planning to do to take down the Absolute - do it before that little worm of yours claims you.


Oh no, what new horror's this?


So <i>modest </i>- oh, it warms the heart. Now, remember - someone must be in the lamp at all times. TOODLES!


Effort v6


Guess you can have it then. I don't care.


We're invincible!


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


Huh. It stands to reason the prettiest part oc the city is buried beneath it.


We should rest, mind and muscle both.


Whoever did it left quite some claw marks. Maybe the missing druid?


In life, I was Abazigal, kin-killer of the Five. In death, I serve our Father still - until the world grows silent.


*Your actions have drawn the ire of someone nearby. A fight is inevitable.*


<i>Indeed. It is sometimes necessary to divert the unformed mind from distractions that lead thinking away from the path of truth. </i>


Go on. Take the beast's lantern.


Think he's got an apprentice running around somewheres though. Nadine? Natalie? Something like that.


I think it is past time I left this city - there is nothing for me here now.


You move pretty quietly. Not quietly enough for my liking, though.


The Inquisitor awaits. At last, someone competent.


It's gone - the entire crèche is destroyed.


It's fake gold. Although it does look real nice.


To battle!


What do we have here?


Try that again, and you're ash. Got it?


Great. Didya have to butt in there? Guess I'll never know the end of 'is story. Thanks.


What a mess.


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


Rushed, sloppy graves. You almost feel sorry for the corpses.


Good sense will have to wait 'til the morrow.


Fine.


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


Well these things have been giving me plenty of practice. But I'd rather get out of here than push my luck.


The wyrm goes by many names. Ansur. The Waiting Storm. The Heart of the Gate.


Then I shall use my favourite tool: the claw of a hook horror.


Halsin's dead. I need to check his corpse for anything important.


You must have something worth a few coin...


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


I'm sure you were much more than that. You proved to be quite the thorn in his side.


A little magic never hurt.


*R Sandryl. Gone, but ne'er forgotten.*


These flowers - what is this feeling?


Thank you.


Don't bother - I'm leaving.


Good idea, I think.


You have a tadpole too. I'm the only one who lost her bloody mind.


It's happening. They'll all be taken by the shadows.


Easy enough!


I'm checking again.


Disgusting. I'll be damned if that's in store for <i>us.</i>


Rumours of their debauchery abound, but all agree - a night revelling with them will be the greatest or most horrifying night of your life.


Oh. Yeah. Sure, just eh - wait right here.


We will... Absolute will rule all...


Slipping through the Absolute blockade is risky business. Everybody pays.


Better get to it.


The cultists are on our doorstep, but no - the 'real' problem is the bloody post.


None...


Everyone watch out - <i>he's gone mad!</i>


Not quite. You'll see when we get there.


Get - get away from me! Please! D-don't hurt me!


Clag-bottomed coward!


The fools above live for daylight, only to be burned by it. The darkness soothes, caresses.


Not yet, but it will become my concern very quickly if a pissed-off god-queen sends a legion of warriors after you.


I know they're nasty creatures. Can get in your head and convince you up is down.


You're mine.


I'm not sure, but in the house, beneath Carrion's salon, there's a chamber. He never lets <i>anyone</i> down there, so it must be hiding something important. Perhaps it's there.


Still got to face the goblins before we can go anywhere.


But fear not: When the time comes for you to face the foe of foes, Dame Aylin will stand at your side.


Almost there!


The Gur was a monster hunter, not so different from me - and we slayed him on your behalf.


Looks like you need a hand.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


It won't budge.


You would've died in the attempt. But - there have been enough threats today.


What is this place? Makes the Underdark look like a sunlit meadow... I'm not sure I want to step in there.


MIRI! Where are you?


We have so many clown parts, my pack is sodden with them. But we are still missing a piece.


Quietly now...


That's locked for a reason. Let's not disturb it.


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


No hesitation.


And you, Lae'zel of K'liir, want to free the forgotten prince, do you not? Or, perhaps - to kill him?


You dare speak of Teela in this manner?


Through sheer luck, that pathetic worm has brought me the information I need.


<i>Do not concern yourself with me. The city will be best served if you save Duke Ravengard. </i>


To the task.


A replica devilish skull. Impressive, if a little out of place.


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


So you went through with it. You returned Shadowheart to Viconia.


Then I am glad that you are no longer mine. You do not have the strength to satisfy both of us.


*Is Lady Shar punishing you? Or perhaps testing you? Is it the tadpole, or a curse? You cannot say.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Invoco te!<br>v3


A shame that we did not cross paths sooner. The orb's thirst for magic is now quenched, yet it already inflicted some damage while you tried to forge ahead.


Loved him... more than anything...


It's gone - the entire crèche is destroyed.


I've gleaned enough from word around this camp to know you're more than capable. You will prevail.


Hurt


It's as good a reason as any, I suppose.


You do not look your most heroic this way. Let Minsc help.


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


This is the one who dared the depths of a hag lair? It is a pleasure - Mayrina has spoken of you often.


Dying under this monastery would've been a shame.


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


Of course. And for a friend such as yourself, I'm happy to apply our full academic discount.


Dammit - if that story goes to print, we're in trouble.


Please kill me any time it takes your fancy: if I may be so bold.


Our group grows smaller and smaller. We've lost many, but we have you to thank for the ones who survived.


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


I question the wisdom of that decision.


It needs to be powered. However you do that...


No harm reflecting on one's appearance.


Heretic! You act against Orin, you act against Bhaal. And our lord has no mercy for <i>sinners</i>.


You are the sacred hand that reaches from the grave.


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


My, is that a ring? For us? You shouldn't have.


We've got almost nothing left and you want to take <i>that </i>from us?


Wouldn't expect him to be very friendly after an aeon of captivity.


But suit yourself. I'm sure we'll drift off at some point.


Wow. Gale is the 'Chosen of Mystra'. Congrats to him, I think?


Steel Watchers are dropping in the streets like flies! Bet the Flaming Fist are pissing themselves without their precious murder machines.


A map of tunnels running under some temple. And a name - 'Father Lorgan'.


A bloodied ring. Safe to say the killer isn't motivated by riches.


No flame can withstand the shadow curse. Torches are useless here.


That place you'd mentioned, what was it called? Last Light?


*The needle see-saws back and forth, plucking the nerve like a harp string.*


Then I will source another subject, and the experiment will be completed without your involvement.


He's not breathing. Go find a healer!


Just a bad dream. It's all right.


Got yourself in trouble?


But you do not have all the Netherstones. You cannot defeat it without them. Turn back.


You did it. Ketheric Thorm is no more - the shadows' grip is broken. Soon the land shall heal.


Please leave - I'm going to end up putting my fist through something and it probably shouldn't be you.


*Your throat thickens with stifled air. Ansur's thoughts flow out of you as if they were your own.*


You're right. Small talk is for small people. And we loom large. But still - first date. So let's make with the first-dating.


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


Dodge
v2


I doubt a bear this size went down without a fight.


Love to be taken for granted.


There's not much left - look like folks heard the Absolute was on the march and bought everything that wasn't nailed down.


Gobweed, brekka leaf, Sune's Breath...


You're fine.


When this thing strikes, there will be no soldiers to protect you. This isn't Elturel.


You can't. It's not possible.


Hmm. Selûnite coming-of-age rituals. Seems like a serious undertaking - dangerous, even.


Good choice. Now clear off.


Not a chance! He's <i>ours</i>!


*Prison guards rarely take kindly to prisoners tampering with locks. This one is no exception.*


Breathe deep, and move.<br>


I witnessed your slipshod butchery. How you mauled the tyrant Gortash, turned him carcass for the crows. You are ready.


Get. Out. Of. My. Head.


*The drum lies before you.*


Recovered


Ah, a visitor! You're a welcome sight.


For once.


Perhaps. But dipping a toe in the illithid waters doesn't mean we have to dive in.


You are alive. Your senses vibrate with sensation - smell, taste, touch, sound, sight. All alert to the beauty of <i>now.</i>


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


I think I'm not the right person to be asking.


Effort v9


I've dreamed of this place. This is my destiny - I must complete the trials.


Squiddies have gone to war, is my guess.


Mors animae!<br>v2


Think you can take me on?


I know what to do.


Effort v2


Enver Gortash. Swearest thou, by Balduran's blade, to defend the citizens of Baldur's Gate from enemies within and without?


At your back, always.


A most lethal coating.


That bastard broke his nose! What is this place?


Pallida mors!


<i>It's not over - come to the skull!</i>


Not now, perhaps.


We need to protect the portal!


Impero te!<br>v3


Respect my mission, my beliefs, keep us focused on finding a cure...


Effort v11


Poor creature. I hope it can follow my scent to camp.


Justice will be swift.


I can't resist... don't want to.


Perhaps later, when I'm not in mortal peril...


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


No, I mean - you were a <i>lot </i>of fun, but - I didn't expect anything more than that.


Caution, sister. You may be blessed, but there can be only one leader here.


Must be close if it's hitting that hard.


What did you say?


They were talking when the druids were getting ready to throw us out.


Stealing the idol - what were you thinking?


Meanwhile, I've still got plenty of weapons and armour in stock if you're looking to load up.


This one's got jokes! Almost makes me like her.


YOU WISH TO SEE <i>GODHOOD</i>?


Hah. I bet Kelemvor is fit to strangle her.


You stole away more children than any vampire. And look at you now...


Vos curo!<br>v3


Don't want to draw any attention.


Anyway, what were we talking about?


Look, this - Raphael, was it? He's trying to lure us into a game he knows we can't win. Don't let him.


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


Think of it - no more caves, no more tents, no more running away.


Mors animae!<br>v2


Ah, come on. That's cold.


This is a barn, not a museum - now get gone.


I existed, that was enough for him. He revelled in having power over me.


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


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


The fact that you haven't made a play for it yourself is... interesting. Who <i>are </i>you?


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


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Oh but hush. Hold still. Let there be an end to your suffering.


Te curo!


You pulled her from the brink. She owes you her life.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 3


Scab-licking vagrant!


A mystical artefact. Or a meaningless trinket.


SHIT YOUR TROUSER HOLES. SHOVEL IS HERE.


I'll help.


But... but this? I can't pardon this. I can't fix this. This is it. It's over.


Hurt Critical


Breath_Fast<br>Var 2


Slow. Tired. It's strange... I feel like I've mislaid myself in some old woman's body.


Ravengard was that warrior. If his legacy is to live, you must release the wyrm.


You wouldn't make it past the second door. But... that'd be cold comfort to my corpse, true enough.


I could listen to this forever...


I <i>do </i>need the coin. The guards in Baldur's Gate aren't going to let us in without a little encouragement.


Quite a heavily guarded treasure, good job we got past those protections.


Red dragons make powerful weapons and steeds. Vlaakith was wise to ally with them.


She's running. Now it's a <i>hunt</i>.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


Oi! That stays closed - the spiders ain't exactly tame.


I've sought their freedom for aeons. When the Prism went missing, I feared the worst.


The decision is yours, but I'd favour the Underdark. Even a place like that is the lesser evil compared to the shadow-cursed lands.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Forgive me - I had not realised. My beloved, before she died, was a woman of great strength and fortitude. I called her <i>stira</i> in our quiet moments.


Let it set the path before you.


*You feel a swell of power again as the creatures redouble their prayers.*


Forgive me. The brains have a parasite inserted into their frontal lobes.


The sweetest loves dance lightly on the tongue. But they sag and suffer with age. The future brings many trials.


Damn - the brew's acquired a spark!


This shall sooth you.


...Yes, well, this place has been abandoned for some time.


Tadpoling a cambion... Better the devil you know, I suppose.


This is where the ones in the barn came from.


Do not yield, Karlach. The world has need for you yet. <i>I</i> have need for you yet. Please.


In Menzoberranzan, keeping me waiting like this would be a capital offence.


Should I head out and look for Rolan?


Sniff<br>var 2


So, Lae'zel's going to war with your queen? Going to break your chains in Baldur's Gate?


That is to say, they gabbed about their plans like geese, and I overheard them, like a very devious goose.


Careful. The General has excellent hearing, I'm told.


Dodge
v2


I will blaze a path before me and behind me. Justice will prevail in the Sword Coast.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


<i>Stelmane is dead? This does not bode well.</i>


Resisto venenum!<br>v2


This 'Halsin' has been studying the tadpole.


This is the spot that's marked on that map.


Ketheric Thorm shall be vulnerable now. The time to strike is upon us.


Not working.


Wriggle, my friend! WRIGGLE!


Bombs away!


Walk in blood, Unholy Assassin. Stalk your prey swift, but savour their kill.


I'll be flayed alive for this.


How did you -


Lenore's work, clearly. It must have some purpose.


We made it, Lakrissa.


The road to Baldur's Gate is west of the town. If we hurry, we'll arrive before the Absolute's forces.


Fool. Someone so gullible has no business being near a scalpel.


If I must.<br>


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


They have lovely dessert drinks here, but I'm giving them a pass. Must stay slim and trim!


Abandon the Absolute? After everything I've done for Her? Everything She's done for me?


<i>That you also saved me was unexpected.</i>


Effort


Effort v5


There. At last. It is subdued.


Scratch cannot come - he still languishes at the post house.


I think we all will, when this pestilent search is finally over.


Did you see how <i>far </i>that Watcher threw me? Must have been ten lengths.


My skills are needed.


*The Nightsinger has turned on you. Surely whatever blessings she offers here are now lost to you... yet no harm in reading on, surely.*


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


I am fury, I am death!<br>


You need assistance.


This is where we part ways.


Helm's blessings upon you.


They gaze on our peoples' great works but can't grasp their beauty. They will never understand the ecstasy of our hymns or the fury of our citadels.


*You disobeyed the Lord of Murder. But his hold on you remains... It gnaws... You are hungry.*


Work... Counting House... who controls what...


Thank you. If anyone can manage it, you can.


Shouldn't have made me your enemy.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Before what? Afraid you might actually have to fight?


*Make your donation to him and you'll likely feel more vigilant, more resilient to the unexpected.*


What a creative solution. I hope we can work together again some day.


Valeria never found the murder weapon, so that could be a start. Anything disproving the refugee murder-suicide angle, really.


A dictionary of an ancient language? Hardly surprising for a vampire's lair.


He was right. No more waiting, no more sulking. I know what to do.


That being said, slaying Cazador was a great justice. You have our thanks, now and forever.


Extra Recovered


No more prayers... only silence and dust.


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


Attack<br>var 2


Since the <i>zaith'isk </i>did not extract it, we must resort to more traditional means.


A wise choice. These parasites are a threat to be destroyed, not an opportunity to be exploited.


No time to rest.<br>


Will you take it?


Even good boys need a moment to catch their breath.


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


All right, enter. Just don't cause trouble, and keep our secrets secret.


A close alliance.


Flaming Fist armour, ripped open like parchment... looks like the damage came from <i>within</i>.


Oh - very glad. She'll be <i>very </i>glad.


Oh, it's you! Please - do you think you could stop this? Surely they can't just take everything we have...


Damn you. Damn you...


Hells, this isn't worth it. I'm out of here.


Always a pleasure.


Well thanks, Flo. Hearing a bunch of desperate horror has ruined my day, which I suppose was the point.


Cursed meat. Warm meat.


Fascinating architecture. Doesn't match the style of any Underdark civilisation that I know of.


I better get a 'thank you'.


Sahuagin. But why are they so close to the city?


Come. Become.

-COME-
               -BECOME-


You creaking old bag of shit!


Even in the Underdark, I never saw gloom like this. It's unsettling.


Not done yet.<br>


An amulet of Selûne. I think Gale might want this.


Always at your side.


Invisibilis!


You louse, you mite!


For the Absolute.


We're... in the Underdark. I'm <i>home.</i>


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


This is no place for a wander. Stay by me, I know the path.


Zarys won't be happy. But, I suppose she can take it up with the Pereghost herself. Take the chest.


That leader is Enver Gortash.


Do I have to?


Please - you saved him once. You must find a way to cure him.


Life isn't easy, <i>hoon</i> - remember that.


Listen closely, for there's very little time. Even if Last Light falls, you must destroy the cult of the Absolute.


It seems that we've come to an impasse. I stand on the threshold of divine ascension, and you would try to keep me grounded.


It is good to savour the moment of victory - but pace yourself. Our fight is just beginning.


Little busy.


I fought a goblin once. A big one.


There is only... the Absolute.


*Lord Gortash, handosme and imperial, looks down on the people of Baldur's Gate.*


What they sell is far more precious than mere sword or shield. They sell knowledge, ingenuity, the wisdom of mages past.


Morio!


This calls for careful footwork.


Please, there's no need for such language. You wanted Cazador dead and now he is.


That what you think? Shit. The Weaver herself couldn't... nngh...


I'm just so proud.


Ha! No, my love, you and Shadowheart can get up to whatever you want. It means nothing to me.


I don't like it, but if it comes to that, I suppose... we have it as an option.


*You know servitude better than anyone - you have been denied freedom for nearly two centuries, and are denied it still.*


Show respect, or we shall show you steel.


Yes. <i>Yes</i> - I sense judgement. <i>Retribution. </i>A new god, to show us the way!


One day, I'll catch a break.


Karlach, honey. If you won't do it for me, do it for <i>him</i>.


We have. And our luck held, despite everything. But we can't rely on that forever. I won't roll the dice, day after day, if your life is on the line.


You remind me of her somewhat. There's a steeliness to you, an unwavering tenacity even in the face of, to be frank, quite dire odds.


Humans and their currency! Why can't we just barter on trust?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Effort v6


I gave up on myself. I gave up on any hope of escape after a few lashes.


Dead drow and some skeletons. I wonder what happened.


Victory<br>


Let us through. You know I'm expected.


Arde!


It's too late. It's already in your system.


Why of course, darling.


Then we'll start writing the prequel.


What use are adventurers if we still slaughter our own citizens?


I'd be about your business swiftly. We've rigged this place to blow at a moment's notice.


I am sorry, my friend! I am at the mercy of your faultless justice!


Attack<br>var 3


Very droll, my friend. Most amusing.


Do <i>not </i>think you can take liberties because you are kin - stay away from the egg.


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


Yet I cannot take of your flesh, of your body. I can withstand anything in the realms, but not the fire in you.


Tunnels beneath the Open Hand Temple. And a name - 'Father Lorgan'.


Lae'zel, sister in freedom. Together, we will end the elder brain which shakes this city. Then, we turn our sights to Vlaakith, the queen of deceit.


Feel free to suggest it. I'm sure she'll appreciate your input.


*Ansur's essence still lives within the helm, instilling you with power for as long as you wear it.*


<i>Nine-Fingers won't be happy about Zenovia. And I'm not about to tell her.</i>


I - I don't know!


Look - hidden up on the roof you'll find all the stuff I stole. You can have it.


That's it - one whole clown. Now can we please give him to the ringmaster?


In trouble? Small wonder.


*Life pulses from within - the parasite's thoughts whisper at the edge of your mind.*


<i>No...</i>


I need to reach the room behind the locked door without getting blown to bits or spotted or... whatever else this place has in store.


You are an enemy of nature, to be shunned until you redeem yourself or die. Now go.


Who would make a metal mask like this? Or wear it?


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


Is that such a surprise? It looks powerful enough to level a mountain.


It's possible - don't think I haven't considered it. But to find a home, to find acceptance for who I am... that is no small thing.


This'll raise your spirits.


Ah - but a tool to what end?


You did it. You're free. I'm so godsdamn proud of you!


I'm doing you a favour. You don't want it - it's no scales off my back.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Obedi me!


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


Ah. My <i>Harper </i>pin? You had it for safe-keeping, I trust? Not to, say, play down in my sanctuary?


Cantankerousness ahead.


Who are you?


ENOUGH.


*The great warrior Lae'zel, a failure to her kind. She will wield no silver sword, ride no red dragon, forever unknown to the great lich queen Vlaakith.*


I'm glad you came through it alive. We owe you, more than we can repay.<br>


Not to mention, I am the Vampire Ascendant. Where else could I find a worthy challenge?


Anything of value?


What is that symbol supposed to mean?


Let's see what I can do about that.<br>


Why would anyone want to hurt <i>my</i> Cora? She's the kindest person I know...


Might as well help myself.<br>


You rascals stole the Crown of Karsus. Pissed off Mephistopheles to no end. I expect you'll pay the price for that one day.


Wyvern poison. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.


No duergar made this. The design looks Sharran...


Seems it won't take 'no' for an answer.


No traps, please.


What interest do you have in the prison?


That scaly shithead - I can't believe I fell for it.


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


Here goes nothing.


But I'm not proud of it. Not after... all this.


I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't bring you back.


It stinks of smokepowder in here...


Oh. they <i>excel </i>at all those humdrum menial chores.


No matter how it's been twisted by the shadows, it is still part Thaniel's essence - it will resemble him somehow, and may show signs of his power.


Buff


Fight on if you must, but I am only growing stronger.


Let's have a rummage.


Gah! Yes. Yes, <i>True Soul.</i>


You festering bubo!


Mmm... doesn't sound very promising.


UnderstandAh<br>var 2


But I've barely made a dent in it so far.


Cresceat scientia!
v2


Kiai<br>Var 3


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Cultists, fiends, and now a traitor in our midst. Some things never change.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v2


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


This will happen again. We won't have you to rescue us when it does.


Aye, cos you ain't meant to. It's True Soul business - not for us.


The Underdark, of course. Although they are quite rare, and their discovery... perilous.


Back to the revelry with you! I'll give the matter some thought in small council.


Esto perpetua!


Too... many...


Heard you're meant to be heading toward the Towers.


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


Watch it - the acid's altered his brew.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Ludus non factum est!


Perhaps next time we shouldn't poke the mysterious ox.


How embarrassing for you.


Don't know if we'll survive another attack. We need to get out of here soon as we can.


What an unusual spear. Is this the one Shadowheart seeks?


Here we go again.


The Moonmaiden's silver light is a shield in dark times. Today, it is mine to wield.


We must speak to the Emperor - there might be another way to free the prince.


Hold tight, I'll help.<br>


What was that? I really can't abide mumbling, Wyll.


Least it keeps you from talking.


These webs are everywhere.<br>


Nine-Fingers is well-respected in the Zhentarim. If the Stone Lord's pressing in on her territory, we're here to help.


There's nothing menial about serving Gyldro Angleiron.


<i>Ghaik </i>prison.


Respect Lord Gortash, and he will respect you in kind.


Non movere!<br>v3


What of the others? In the Underdark?


The remaining honour guard serve as my eyes and ears.


The brain... is <i>near.</i> I feel its foul finger poking at my thoughts.


'Sicarius' is their password? I'll hand it to these Bhaalists - they're definitely subtle.


Lorroakan said it'd be easy money - a smash and grab. Get in, get the Nightsong, go.


We met two dwarves - I wasn't paying attention to their attire.


*As the lock opens, a loose page comes with it. Magic pulses from the parchment.*


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


This is a vial of wyvern poison. Swear to me you'll swallow it if you feel <i>any</i> symptoms.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


All right.


Eiecto te!<br>v3


Good thing for you you're so godsdamned charming. Besides, once I've made an ally, I'm not so quick to abandon him.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


Wretched thing, pull yourself together.


They spread carnage like a pox. Priests poisoning congregations. Mothers serving their own babes for supper.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Old remains. Perhaps from when this place was first seized?


Fight, my fellow Gondians! Take back your freedom!


You have injured me, soldier. But you have given me a great gift, too.


Gortash knew what was going on, and <i>they</i> got him. I'll prove it yet.


Very well.


The correct outcome.


A fragment of it was caught and sealed away in a book. No ordinary book, mind you: a tome of gateways that contained within it a bubble of Astral Plane.


I'm proud of you, Karlach. Proud of what you've accomplished. And I look forward to working together as allies - equals - from this moment on.


I don't suppose this Inquisitor will have plain answers for us.


You find yourself in the cradle of all knowledge relating to our subterranean home: <i>the Society of Brilliance</i>.


Efferve!


Our visitor's taking out the lights! Fall back!


Got to find him then. See if he can help.<br>


Dying Burning<br>v4


You know mother dear well already.


How flattering. And disturbing.


<i>Mrag! </i>That's it - I'm getting out of here!


Voco spicae!


No no no. Not real. Not real!


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


Poor woman. No doubt she came to this city hoping for a better life.


This 'treasure' is a pile of junk.


No bother. We're just daydreaming, anyhow.


Vae victis!


Being within reach of the shadow curse again is... troubling.


I'll find out what's going on <i>myself</i>, thank you very much.


'open' to it? On the precipice of annihilation, I should hope you're actively <i>searching</i> for a solution, not just waiting for one to fall on your lap.


My mistake - your mind tasted familiar. Where <i>are </i>you reporting from?


In Bhaal's name.


Rest... need to rest...


Fine. You can accept you're wrong, or we'll be rid of you permanently. Either way, I win.


You led them to our door.


You don't know what my lord is capable of. You don't know his power.


Hope you're faring all right. Yonas might be gone, but the rest of us can't give up yet.


Anyway, you'd burn your tongue off if you went for <i>this </i>neck.


Damn right I do.


Victory v2


I hate to be negative, but those gith will carve you up like a goose.


Let me see what can be done.


Cheese. Something cut fresh from the wheel.


Heh.


Now that's hot. Too hot. I think I could sort you out, but I'll need some infernal iron and a lot of luck.


I'm starting to get a headache.


|Bye|


A Continual Flame. Eternal light, unquenchable as a thirsty dragon.


You're the one who recruited me, Rugan.


I was a kid looking for a way to fill my days and make some cash when I fell into the wrong crowd. Gortash. I respected him so much at the time. Turns out the feeling wasn't mutual.


Frange!


Fireplace isn't real. What's hidden behind it?


Long ride down. Is this... the Underdark?


Lucky I don't leave you to the gods.


I recognise this. A merregon wore it. But they won't fight without a commander...


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


Or have your tongue twisted so tightly you won't be able to bother me with your outrageous requests.


Weak


You can't. It's not possible...


An unforgivable loss. He'd have made a fine ally.


Recovered


What... what happened?


She's not breathing.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


You little Guild shit! Time to die!


Find me again in Baldur's Gate. If I'm worth my salt, I'll have figured something out by then.


Honestly, I was expecting an all-powerful brain to have a lair that was a little flashier. Not immaculately designed or anything, just to have a sense of drama to it.


Voco araneae!


Ferio!


Dammit all, that guy's <i>loaded</i>. You just chased off a full coffer of tips.


Lend an ear?


Karlach. The archdevil Zariel's gladiator, come to burn the Sword Coast to ash.


I've got you.


I am a child of Gith. l will abide by protocol and seek the crèche <i>ghustil</i>, as Vlaakith has taught.


We should kill this petulant wizard on our own terms, and allow Nightsong the pleasure of taking his head. Do not provoke him.


Report to the tollmaster. Pay the toll.


Captain Grisly had to clock her in the end - threw her out on her arse. Good riddance.


So - walk away. Walk away and let me a fine hag make.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


Amicus animalis!


Didn't taste half bad either.


You with the so-called 'paladins of Tyr'? Or straight from the grand high devil herself?


You could kill this one deliberately. I'm sure it will be considered a great show of good will. The tithe could still be yours.


*No longer a background murmur, the presence in your mind builds to a roar.*


Closed Mouth Effort v5


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


Lazy mutt... no, I shouldn't say that. He's a good boy.


This ain't a place you want to be skulking around.


Hm. Next time's the charm?


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


I will rebuild the city. But first, I will tear down the Council and start anew.


I won't go on without you.


It's good of you to offer, but there's a whole army of goblins out there.


A wonder this shoddy wall hasn't already collapsed.


The Grand Duke. He's still alive?


As am I. My thanks are bountiful as your courage.


There used to be a monastery in this region known for producing a wonderful ale.


My reasons are of no consequence.


There is naught a clear and meditative mind cannot overcome. After we stray, we return to the fold, having learnt to do better. And in the fold, Kagha is needed.


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


I cannot help you. This is not my home, even if I can never leave.


<i>And what did he want with you? </i>


*Yet the tadpole is in the dark too. Dozens of them, crawling towards you as a mind flayer held your skull in its psionic grip.*


It may get worse before it gets better.


Ut ventus!


Easy to say, but it's not like we can just march out into the city.


Getting weaker by the moment.


*There's a sadness in her voice that betrays a wisdom beyond her years - she knows her father's not coming back.*


Hold out your hand, lady. Let me show you something.


I must make it to Baldur's Gate - I <i>must.</i>


The circus is gone...


Now that's what I call moist.


Damn - it's frozen solid.


It's no good - they're impossibly strong.


You never cease to amaze me.


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Ominous, but Gale might find it useful.


Proud of you, though. It takes some man to hold his own in front of the divine.


Don't want to think about why my eye is itching.


*Adoring looks, fawning laughter and nods of agreement are your constant companions. Is there anything a quick tongue and a warm smile cannot achieve...?*


Until we wake, my friend.


You have my thanks for these <i>observations </i>of yours. It seems you have a scientist's eye after all.


Hope book eats your stupid face.


Invoco te!<br>v2


Not necessarily. I haven't made my mind up about you yet.


Agreed. I have been spending too much time with the wild and rebellious youth.


Of course, whatever you need to tell yourself, darling.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


From your pocket to mine.<br>


You speak true. I know you do. But I'm sensing something different. Let me try something else.


Illithid writing. Meaningless to me.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Ah, the fruit of scholars. How I long to have a troop of loyal students grace me with apples by the orchard-full in exchange for wisdoms imparted...


I need a quick word.


It's a dwarf you crave, whip in hand. Go on - tell me I'm wrong.


What are you doing?! No!


I never dreamt a spawn could find redemption, but - yes. You will never be hunted again.


First you save us from goblins, then you bring Kagha back from the brink. You're making your mark.


Very well. Here - take these - they will aid you approach the egg.


Assimilate him? <i>Tsk'va! </i>No, now is the time to <i>liberate</i> him!


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


Not yet, it doesn't. Suck on the wrong necks, and we'll revisit the issue.


Proving theory... genetic morality... I was right.


With each day that passes, the elder brain threatens to become a new kind of god, its worshippers a scourge of soulless illithids.


I'm sure you have done a great many things to get this far, True Soul.


Hang on - you ain't even supposed to be here. Get 'em!


One blow! One blow and she drops like she's dead! Maybe she is.


He's protected by his Steel Watch for now - and Orin will have her own defences, should we choose to play the part of Gortash's bloodhounds.


*Apart from this strange context, you notice nothing unusual about the brain.*


Get to the Crown, and cast the spell. We'll see off the enemies!


Nature might've provided for it. Too late now.


That's not going to work.


Te exsecror!<br>v2


Unless your 'word' is an artefact infused with an unusually high concentration of Weave, it's useless to me.


I warned you, Karlach. You could have walked away. But you hunger for petty vengeance won out, didn't it?


Macesce!


I'll slip away when the coast is clear. And I wish you the greatest possible luck in your mysterious endeavours. Ta!


Disarmed. That was far too close for my liking...


I have some matters to settle, then I'll join you at your camp. There, we can talk properly.


Better hope you can handle what I've got.


Let's make the most of this.


You're quite in luck, then - see Tolna downstairs. One such tome is amongst our rarest books.


Some slip of paper tucked beneath the canvas.


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


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


However twisted, there is a logic there... Very well.


<i>You are not ready. You need all the stones before we can proceed.</i>


Go, enjoy every breath while you can still take them.


We will find your vampire and end his blight on this land. But first, we deal with you.


Shadows sustain you.


Effort v11


Hm? Oh - you made it. Well done.


This neighbourhood isn't what it used to be.


Lord Gortash!


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


Pigeon blood. Grim.


The priests will open the temple up again, you'll see! They're good people - holy people.


The Stone Lord is <i>particular </i>about his cargo, he is.


A dragon. Gods preserve me.


Easier for you to say.


Hag can't have gone far.


*This is no ordinary darkness. It feels powerful... and familiar. These lands have been blessed by Lady Shar. You must learn more about her presence here.*


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


But imagine what we might achieve if we channeled some of that hostility back at our real foes instead of each other. They wouldn't stand a chance.


Maybe we could get him to wear a bell - dissuade any night-time prowling.


... but... no more. I am Lorin... only...


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


*You can feel it in the pit of your stomach - the knowledge you'll never feel the warm sun on your skin again.*


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


Please - there's no one else. They've been dragging us away, one by one. And the ones they take... they don't come back.


Just give her a moment.


Yafeu the STUPENDOUS! Or was it wondrous... Bah. I am FREE and that is all that matters!


Interesting.


When I come near, your odour alone is enough to make my neck sweat and my hairs stand on end.


Don't misunderstand me - I feared for my life, and wanted my freedom back, but I was willing to wait for my moment, and eventually it came.


Damn it. We could have taken those guards.


Looks empty.


<i>Your sanity, however much you possess, should remain intact.</i>


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


See these scratchings, Boo? Like those we found in that book.


Trespass in progress! Sound the alarm!


Blood? No - oil. Leading right inside.


Some repartee.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v3


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


<i>I pulled you out just in time.</i>


Strange little artefact. Question is - what's it do?


Effort v2


I shall see it unlocked.


<i>Ugh</i>. Let's talk once we're out of his flesh-pit.


Bhaal's will is clear - this world is ripe for the plucking. If you are not strong enough to lead us, another will.


Esurio!


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


Ketheric's gone, but his shadow curse remains. We'll need to be careful out there.


What in the - well, that didn't go as planned.


I'm just glad you're safe.


I'll get this lock to yield.


But didn't you say... I was so sure you'd help us...


If you can call this living.


Alien flora of some kind. From the Astral Plane, perhaps?


Resolve. Purpose. These will serve you well on your journey.


We can lay down later.<br>


How'd you know?


What's this heraldry on these two's armour? No matter, it might come in useful...


I'll leave you to guess which piece I plan to start with. Am I understood?


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


Corpses. These creatures did battle with duergar.


Non movere!


I thought Lae'zel's faith in Vlaakith was unshakeable. Perhaps Voss shall prove to be a more worthy ally to her.


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


Worry not - I asked for freedom to follow my heart, and of course I offer it in return. There is so much to enjoy amidst nature's bounty - why squander what time we have on jealousy?


Don't bleed out on me.


Half-orc pelts are so rarely worth the effort. Riddled with scars. Though yours is surprisingly intact...


*You yank the dagger free, leaving a narrow slit behind.*


Time to die.


Stupefacio!


Consider it done.


I never thought I'd become a fungal errand girl, yet here I am.


Invoco te!


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


Do it - dominate the brain. NOW!


*The letter and flute inside are now forever beyond your grasp.*


TAG!


It's done, I have him.


Have no fear.


He doesn't have to be trustworthy to be useful. None of us do.


Get up, you're needed.


Hey, catch this!


Sounds rancid. Let's see if we can get him out of there.


Ira et dolor!


Nature might've provided for it. Too late now.


Hm. I think I must set to poking somewhere else.


This must be where the gnolls attacked.


Huh, that book mentioned Lathander statues that moved...


What the...?! That's one way to offer me a seat...


I am no longer simply its host - I am its mistress.


At the ready.<br>


Minimus!


Dialino!


Te curo!<br>v2


A pity that Shadowheart chose to depart out company. I'd grown quite fond of that Sharran wit of hers.


Don't worry, I'm coming.<br>


Ah... a pity. Perhaps we can talk some more later. That is, if you wish, my lady.


Hag's curse, I guess.


*Dawnmaster Welkinglory beckons forth the rising sun in Lathander's name.*


It needs to draw power from a host. How very illithid.


Not even a pack of hyenas would leave a carcass in such a condition.<br>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Are you now? Don't make promises you can't keep, darling.


So we're in Elturgard. That means Baldur's Gate lies west - rather far west even.


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


That mad drow was searching for this forge, too. Seems he wasn't the only one.


Blessed Tymora, you're sometimes good to me. I'll leave while it's quiet, but you better not be far behind, you hear?


As will I. Jaheira tells me a debt is owed - even if my heart and hamster do not understand it.


Weak


You kill the rats, yes? I heard commotion in the cellar. Good, perfect - here, you take this.


These parasites are more than illithid spawn - they are vessels for control.


You can tell <i>Kith'rak</i> Therezzyn that my position has not changed: the egg requires more time. Furthermore - oh.


Heh. Yes, it's led quite a life of crime. I'm simply putting it out of its misery...


You expect me to believe such madness?


I won't let her claim one more soul, slay one more victim. I'm going to make my way to the Hells and tear the horns right off her damned head.


Good news for us. There could be some useful potions inside.


Baretha - see her skull split and her corpse examined. I will take word to Queen Vlaakith - our quest has ended.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 5


Perhaps once we have saved more gold another adventure will begin. We've had busier days, but life is comfortable here with Mamzell.


Ocior!


Don't be rash. We kill the hag, and she'll take the child with her.


Effort v10


Hold on. <i>You're not Gekh.</i>


You're bloody <i>survivors.</i> It's a long road yet to Baldur's Gate, but I'm not worried.


Some power for the taking.


*When the proud deed of her death was yours, why do you have no recollection of it?*


Now, shall we get on? I want to go before the goblins start waking up.


That stench... dead owlbear prey, no doubt.


He escaped. His spectator petrified us... somehow.


<i>You</i> cried out. I hope you can explain yourself.


Effort v6


We know that you must go, great Mahkloompah. We will tend your church down here, and wait... until the time is right.


You again? That's enough creepin' around. Lads - attack!


I'll be right here in camp. Take care out there.


All right, I'm coming.


So you care for the weak, True Soul. Was it your hand that slayed Nere's servants? Or is there a sane explanation?


Jen wants her family. Jen shall have her family. How can we help, dear?


Eh... the first step is difficult, of course. Minsc could throw you in, if you prefer?


Why, I've reduced my best boots to mere shadows of their former glory in pursuit of you.


<i>Scarab sap, scarab's cap - </i>oh, this is going to be harder than I thought...


Taking a look!


You may have his trust, but you've lost mine. Farewell.


Meaning things will start becoming easier for us, or our situation will deteriorate from here...?


But what of Wyll? He's a born romantic, just as I am. To lose you could kill him...


It's time we had a talk with her, don't you think?


She might have won, you know - with a little push in the right direction.


Invoco te<br>v2


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


You, a True Soul? I'd be shakin' in my boots if you were, but all I'm feelin' is the urge to see your guts.


Seems I can understand illithid script. Thank you, tadpole.


Forgive me, <i>ra'stil</i>. Our nerves are somewhat heightened with the Inquisition's presence.


Gladly. And once proceedings begin, please show some wits and <i>do not </i>interfere.


Ooof, I hope you're good. The redcaps got a little <i>too</i> excited when the last one nicked himself...


This isn't going to stop until that brain is under control.


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


I'll give it a shot.


Well that's suspiciously welcoming.


Victory v3


Is there a dead tadpole in that jar?


Still, it is magic in its purest, most essential rapture that I'm trying to impart.


Kanon can rest now...


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


Join me and my warband at the entrance. Either it falls, or you do.


If we work together, we may turn this around.<br>


If you know of any other True Souls willing to aid my research, though, do send them my way.


Plucked from Kagha's talons, only to run to the shadows. Fickle, the both of you.


*The familiar stink of the cell fills your nostrils and memories flood back. You remember spending days, tendays, locked down here in 'the Kennel', suffering endless tortures.*


I could listen to this forever...


Chk! Most metals here fold like istiks. Much like istiks themselves.


Balduran? No. I don't believe it.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


Spoken with the confidence only a True Soul could muster!


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


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


<i>You are marked for special treatment. Not simply an enemy of the people, but an enemy of the Absolute. Come quietly, or die.</i>


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


It's easy for some, of course. You and Wyll seem to be getting on very well.


Oof, that must have hurt.


Thank you for saving it. For saving Master Halsin. For everything.


Dying Burning<br>v4


Open up.


Was... Inquisitor... Now... <i>Martyr</i>...


What is this - pity? Rebellion? Blasphemy? Stand down, or we will <i>put</i> you down.


I don't know where they are. But some of the overseers must - you'll have to infiltrate deeper into the Foundry.


You louse, you mite!


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 2


Argh, that's hot!


It would tear you apart.


Tsh. Yeah. I mean, it's an honour. M'lady.


Please - *cough* - I need to get this done.


Frange! v3


Cave circulum!


I'm talking.


It would be a waste of effort to strike her again.


Macesce!


That eye. In Tymora's name, Wyll? What's happened to you?


I won't keep you waiting.


We've got to dispel these shadows... somehow.


There's too many of them, we need to get to the brain - now!<br>


A tragedy. One of nature's creations, slain for vanity.


I'm far beyond ogre ears.


A <i>survivor? </i>Silvanus blesses us - this could be just the person we need to speak to.


I have a cage ready nearby - it will hold him when he wakes.


Help! Gods, PLEASE!


Those Who Harp, let's kick evil's arse!


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


The hag took everything except my life. Gratitude's all I can offer for now.


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


You shouldn't be in here. This barracks is private.


Alas, thou speaketh nay sooth to me. 'An anvil' was the answer.


Barbarian Roar<br>v2


I BROUGHT YOU HOPE YOU BROUGHT DESPAIR YOU WILL BURN BURN BURN


Forgive the reception, eh, mate? Had some intruders a while back. Can't be too careful.


We need to run. <i>Now!</i>


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


... gotta get Mayrina back... for Mam...


Dying Panic Fall


I won't die like this...


This place is foul. A fey-creature's odour hangs in the air.


Shout


*The past becomes present. Your father sees you partner with Mizora to defeat Tiamat's cultists before they could lay siege to Baldur's Gate.*


Effort v2


Same. Now, instead of a liability, I've got a friend. Or - I will have soon, anyway.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


Ah! My finger.


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


Don't give me trouble now.<br>


Sorry; if it costs me, it costs you.


Oh, eh, thank you. You'll still heal me, right?


Oh yes - you'll never guess what I heard about the vagabonds.


You will need to break up with Karlach, of course. I hope her heart won't literally break. Because it might...


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


I've got one!


Effort v7


Finish your business here, and leave.


Four or fewer are simply a gathering. Legally speaking, at least.


Voco potentia!<br>v2


Diminuo te!<br>v2


*With the clarity of truth, you see an image of yourself laid out on a table like a suckling pig, ready for the carving.*


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


Very glad mysteria and the githyanki settled things without letting any blood. While I would've enjoyed the spectacle, I wouldn't have liked to lose either one just yet.


Embarrassin' yourself before the Absolute with that muck on your mug.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


I came to the city, looking for people like me who'd fallen victim to the hag. Sadly, I found plenty.


So what were you before you were... this?


Sob<br>var 1


These chests are empty...


<i>Someone's</i> laid out the unwelcome mat.


Hullo. Nice day for a walk.


No - you're trying to trick me. You <i>must </i>have it. I'll take it off your corpse soon enough.


<i>Tir'su</i> script, scratched in the ground. As I thought - the is nested in the temple below.


And look at that statue.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 2


A minor hindrance.


Vincit qui patitur!


There's got to be something, right? Something cold - or water! Or maybe if you were less... burnable. There's a thought, right?


Yes, fine, we'll kill this damn creature of yours.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 2


Note this trunk of lies.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 4


Voss' next destination was Baldur's Gate. We should check out Sharess' Caress when we get there.


*The people may not welcome you as a hero. They may see only a devil, frightening and despicable.*


If this isn't important...


Another dank, dingy basement? Lovely.


If you're here to fill an empty stomach, look elsewhere. Folks swarmed what little was had, stuffing their pockets. Bloody animals.


Best to move before the blood draws more of them.


*A shadow swims across your vision, and a familiar voice tells you to be calm. You are loved.*


There's nobody here like you. Trust me.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


I'm not a little girl, I'm a <i>warrior.</i>


Shh - pay attention.


That is <i>vile</i>. My tongue may never be the same!


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


Te video!<br>v3


They wasn't thinking - starving folk tend not to.


Wouldn't want that to scar.


Ho! How desperate is the cur, to make an ally of a <i>topsider</i>?


Feels like there's magic in every thread of this cowl. Something for Gale, certainly.


Then let my blood be a warning to you: there's more to me than meets the eye. I am <i>not</i> for eating.


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


Am I supposed to pretend that sword you're swinging wasn't stolen from my room?


There were claws at work here. Magic too. Hallmarks of a druid. Our friend Halsin must have been rather keen to return to his grove.


Girl? You mean <i>parasite</i>.


Effort v11


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


You remind me of her somewhat. You share a certain nobility of spirit.


We'll make our visit brief. Cleric's honour.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


This might sting. Whatever.


The Watch and the Fist must unite under one authority. Gortash is uniquely qualified for the endeavour.


Oh wow! Thank you... Mum loved food like this. 'Simple is best,' she always said.


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


Invoco te<br>v2


Booyahg! Stop, stop!


Cudo! v2


Hm - what was that?


Played cards with Lockjaw a few times. Bit testy when you call her bluffs.


Intactilis sum!


Thick as a glob of unguent.


All right. He's in Isobel's room upstairs. Play along with his ruse for now while I gather a few trusted Harpers - but don't let him get his hands on Isobel!


Let's take a breath - the odds are stacked against us if we try to pick a fight now.


Erna, remind your sister why I pay you both so much.


<i>Their distrust of one another is their undoing. </i>


Are you deaf? The <i>kith'rak</i> will gain the measure of you.


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


Attack<br>var 4


The beast is dead! Now to get out of here...


Tu es nihil!


Well met, dear child. Would you enjoy some hands-on worship of Loviatar, Maiden of Pain?


*As soon as you delve into your mind, it is filled with flashes of a thousand different dead.*


Who knew Vlaakith and Mystra would have so much in common? Both set on flinging their followers towards destruction without so much as deigning to justify it.


I warned you. You could have walked away.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


The redcap can't hurt Kled - <i>it can't hurt Kled.</i>


Effort v8


Gods - look at that pool. So many tadpoles...


Just an... aspiration, mistress. But if my house now has room to honour me as I deserve, I have no need to chase relics any longer.


Lapis root? Saffa? Rare to see these so far north.


I can't believe there's an end in sight. <i>Thank </i>you.


Mentioned Candulhallow's... Tombstones... <i>Transcendence</i>...


Sob<br>var 2


It is good to meet somebody who recognises our talents - better still if they reward us for doing what comes naturally.


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


I'm going to need more details, sir.


Who is this? A <i>friend</i> of yours?


I hope you don't come to regret it.


Left out in plain sight? I'd rate the Harpers too smart for that.<br>


*Smoky, unblinking eyes fix upon you.*