Perceptive one, aren't you?


If you're expecting me to drop to my knees before you, forget it.


Exactly.


Dying Burning


One way or another, got to reach the top.


Light, yes. Something to burn the cursed shadows away.


A key - for what?


Victory<br>


Just doing me job, boss. You're free to go your way.


Unheard, unseen.


'So sayeth the <i>wise</i> Alaundo.'


I'll t-tell you. Just stay back, all right?


We must hurry back to the tower. Dame Aylin will break that scrawny wizard in half, and it would be tragic to miss such a spectacle.


Myrkul's Book of the Dead says death shouldn't be owned. It says people like you want us to be sad, and <i>miserable.</i> Well, I refuse!


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


Or don't, and know the eternal ache of the unknown and the unanswered.


I THINK I'LL KEEP YOU - CHOSEN.


Pathetic and profane. You've the brain of a child.


Maior, fortior!


The bark's like iron. This is a waste of time.


Lucky I don't leave you to the gods.


I suppose it doesn't. Z'rell: Kill this fool.


You're just the sort that Lord Gortash warns us of. Just the sort he'll deal with.


*Nothing odd catches your eye.*


*A prison guard has spotted you. It's either lie - or fight.*


P-please don't! I won't rat you out, I swear! J-just leave me be.


What are they doing? We thought they were True Souls! Traitors! Heathens!


Shadow Druids at work - and this Kagha is their newest recruit.


Rank, malodorous pustule.


The end comes.


You're going to get it now.


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


You know, there's some absolute <i>filth</i> about you in tomorrow's edition. Seeing as you were kind enough to free Dolly, how's about I do you a favour?


Touchy, touchy. But hey, I spent a decade in Avernus surrounded by imps and devils. Winning you over will be child's play.


The art of violence is one memory not lost to them - I assure you. Now, let us return to the fray.


Nothing's happening. There has to be a way to get it working nearby.


Quite right. On that note, I think I'd like some time alone, if you don't mind. To meditate. We'll talk soon.


Thou roach-mocked jester.


Demento te!


It's heavier than I thought. Must have been strong creatures that wore them.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


Magic, then - simple magic, no doubt.


Initiative v2


If you cast <i>anything</i> at me, I'll break your fingers.


The Flaming Fists are supposed to <i>protect</i> this good city, but they allow trash and vermin to take our homes and goods!


Fewer lights in the darkness now.


He slew Lady Shar's children - by rights I should avenge them and cut that ugly head right off his thick neck... but I'm no fool either. Picking a fight with him would be a distraction - a potentially fatal one.


Now, Karlach - Boo still shivers from the sea. May he toast himself against your... Karlach? Where has she gone?


A very traditional choice. Perfect for such a dignified hero as yourself.


Tall... long hair... terrible eyes...


I would follow Ulma to the Hells and back, but this does not feel right.


Valid question. If not out of the simple goodness of your heart, then perhaps your own self-interest might be sufficient motivation.


You've only just come to tolerate sun, and you're already nostalgic?


No thanks.


I should probably bother Dammon for some tools.


I'm drinkin'. You're leavin'.


The book states that the Crown and Netherstones were originally one construct, seemingly sundered at the moment of Karsus' downfall.


Go on now. Entry granted.


Incommodum!


Why? 'Cause they have a dead kid? Welcome to half the city.


That chest. I can <i>feel </i>its magic. <br>


<i>Lady Keene - we need your people. NOW. </i>


I only need a moment.


My heart just skipped a beat - you might just pull this off.


<i>Bombs away!</i>


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


<i>Chk</i>. A son who spills his own mother's blood is fated to spill plenty more.


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


I'm not sorry I kept this from you. Not one bit.


I'm back - and in one piece. Now, where is that djinni?<br>


So, the fabled Ansur is to be found beneath the flagstones of Wyrm's Rock Prison. I've a spark or two up my sleeve - could that be enough to light the way?


There's a pressure plate in the chair, but I'm missing something.<br>


Voco glacies!


It's almost over. Do you feel it? The nightmare is almost over.


I'd rather thou didst not.


Look, I was being polite before. I would just rather not speak with you.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 3


Can we all just take a moment? Please?


Just... don't be too rough, maybe? Moonrise Towers might still want to take 'im.


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


Silvanus keep you.


Damn. That didn't work.


Effort v3


I'll kiss it better later.<br>


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


I know this place better than anyone - better than the Gondians even. I could help you destroy it, if I knew our families were safe.


Father trained me in the sword and the bow. They'll have to sustain me.


I need you in this fight.


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


Please, honey. Creditors are clawing at our door - this marriage will save the business.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


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


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


<i>Tsk'va.</i> The parasite has already taken hold. We must take to a crèche and be cleansed.


But even so, there are others whose crimes are greater.


*But you're not alone in this fight. Your tadpole is aggressively territorial - and you are its territory.*


Say, if you set this up, you probably know the best wine here, right?


The sooner the boat leaves the better.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


The one and only.


It's over.


What, then? Torture? Bloodsport? Or perhaps just a good old-fashioned walloping?


You wouldn't say that if you truly knew his mind. Just listen to the terms he gave me.


Once we ascend the Netherbrain's stem, we'll be in touching distance of the crown. Of reclaiming the powers of Karsus himself.


*These fey creatures are infamous for their trickery - sometimes playful, sometimes malicious.*


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


Hah, a hero. There's a time for heroics, my friend, and a time for common sense. This is the latter.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Right away,


To stand before the legacy of murder is an honour most profane. I treasure it.


One target down - but we're not done yet. Time to find this 'inquisitor'.


Killing people now, playing with doodads later.


I always knew you to be a fool, but I never thought you delusional.


Not if you're looking for something to eat - now shoo.


I just want to go home...


Do you feel that? I believe we have the blighter on the run!


*The threat of the Grand Design is over, but your people will never accept you back into their embrace.*


Ouch. Well-earned.


Dodge


Onward.


For now, that will do.


With haste, my love.


I could drown in that song...


Ellie May. Passed by her grave earlier.


What is wrong with you?!


So let's get to claiming them, before someone else beats us to it.


Should it be the nature of your present interlocutor that you desire to drag from the darkened unknown, I shall be glad to aid in your quest for illumination and identify myself as Elminster. Elminster Aumar.


I could listen to this forever...


By my will!


I see why Orin spoke of you with daggered spite.


Thanks for your help. I... appreciate it. Truly. We'll be out of here in a little - soon as we get our bearings.


Nothing. Seems it needs a different source to draw from.


<i>Your father is still tadpoled, but under my protection now, just like you. His mind is his own again.</i>


Looks like we're in Elturgard. Some distance from the city of Baldur's Gate.


Recovered <br>V3


Thou necrotic stump!


...You wouldn't happen to know where I live, would you?


Softer than a whisper.


Sentenced to hang, last I knew.


Ubi es?<br>v2


Please, we just want Mayrina back.


I regret this already.


Your cheeks, at least, what I reckon are your cheeks, look a little flushed, love. Are you hurt? Cold? Feverish?


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


There's a safe in the back with my life's work. I cannot bear to destroy it, but so long as it exists, I will be hunted. Take it - I beg of you.


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


Dying Panic Fall


I'm ready. Lower the trap.


Something on your mind?


It is. But that doesn't mean I have to discard you like a rotted carcass.


The seat of the Absolute - and the source of our altered tadpoles.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Ad vitam aeternam!


Correct your tone, citizen.


Apples. Nice fresh ones and all - don't think I've had crisper.


Fine. Take it as a grudging payment for the rescue. Now leave me in peace.


<i>In an instant. Tough but only </i>maybe <i>right. Just like dad.</i>


I thought with Ethel gone - never mind. I'll - I'll find another way to turn you back. Somehow.


Ah, magical light. A cute little trick.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


This is surmountable, I'm sure. I'll protect you until you prevail.


The skill of a dragon-rider - breathtaking.


Stop it!


Vast world out there.


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


Recovered <br>V3


This speaks of magic that can divide someone into many... but many <i>what?</i>


Begone, pox-faced loon.


Clag-bottomed coward!


But I <i>should </i>have known.


Something's happening, but not enough something.


But if they've fed you some lies about me going after innocents, that's a crock of shit.


*He catches his breath, and his lips straighten. Sheer dread twists his face.*


You are fortunate I worship one of the kinder gods of the realm.


You will not fail.


Let me clear up some mysteries, then. It's about time, I think.


Master Halsin and I were tracking them, studying them, trying to figure out what the hells was going on.


And put it somewhere interesting, I hope.


Wait - we need that!


Your lies are not as cunning as you think, <i>istik</i>. Show me this 'keepsake'.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


The ogres aren't coming. Good. They'd wreck the camp.


Oh you wonder- hold on.


My surface-dwelling friend. How long has it been?


You do? My apologies. It's usually newcomers who seek my aid, though with the way the city's been recently, they've been staying away in droves.


I can't use that.


That's enough gawking, all. Back to work - there's a mess needs cleaning up here.


That's a friendly-looking shadow.


I haven't stopped trying, but all roads lead to a dead end. Sorry - I didn't mean -


I told you - not now.


*You remember the taste of his lips, the heat of his body...*


Much as I commiserate with your, you know, thingie.


Mystra is a god. She can handle this without taking your life in the bargain, surely!


This is <i>our</i> grove!


*You feel the oncoming void tug at the back of your mind and the edge of your soul.*


Dolor!


You are right, Boo. If Scratch could see me now, he <i>would</i> be concerned.


Magical lights. But how to turn them on?


That smell... How much butchery has this place seen?


Remember, a life without glitter is no life at all. Take care now!


I sense magic. But where?<br>


Time!


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


I was thinking the same thing... around the top of this cliff perhaps. <br>


The Adamantine Forge - the memory shard already revealed its location.


That feels... <i>good</i>. I'm still burning hot as Hell's hole, but I feel less... changeable. Cheers, mate.


Well then. Let the search begin.<br>


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


Or strategist, to be honest. My plan is to stick to the water, stay clear of the curse - until I think of something better.


An amulet of some power. Care for a look, Gale?


Let's keep you cute.


This is no common spear... It must be the one that Shadowheart is supposed to find.


Stand down, Voss. There <i>will</i> be no Githyanki Empire if the Netherbrain sparks the Grand Design!


Dribbles' show isn't just entertainment - it's art. I hope to one day open for him!


That's why we're still standing around.


What madness is this? <i>A traitor to the Absolute.</i>


I might seek out their spirit and ask them. As for you - you must seek the Codex.


Heavens above - there you are, Karlach! I was so hoping you'd come find me. I saw you you lot in Last Light, but didn't want to distract you from the fight against Ketheric.


I learned <i>that </i>from the best.


Well, well. Who's buried here?


Demento te!<br>v2


Shar, defaced by the Absolute's mark. I can think of no better target for vandals.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 2


*Your stomach churns around and around. The bile within is unsettled. Each moment brings a new surge.*


I will meet you in Baldur's Gate. Do not make me regret it.


Never said I wasn't. I do enjoy it, seeing everyone like this.


*Thus you shall spend the rest of your days rutting, the lash of Father's disappointment the only thought in your rat's mind.*


Listen up.


That would surely test even the most open-minded... yet, perhaps I am wrong to hesitate.


At once.


What's in here?


Slow. You'll need to be much, <i>much</i> faster if you want to save the big ox.


Invoco te<br>v2


To think, the traitor prince's release is within our grasp.


These are tunnels under the Open Hand Temple...  The dead priest's name is written next to them.


<i>We could rebuild the Knights of the Shield and run it together. What do you say? </i>


Such a noisy city... does it never sleep?


*The squirrel bounds away, chittering wildly.*


Mate, I'm so bloody sorry for coming at you. I'd no idea the dragonborn was one of the hag's.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


You will have done what your Dark Lady requires - you will have slain a child of Selûne. You will be a Dark Justiciar. Isn't it so?


That's all. Oh. And this slip of scratch.


Dying


Brilgor...


Something over there.


Bet I can crack that open.


Darkness take you!


That did the trick, all right. And... down it goes.


They are but echoes, they recall not a manner of speech - thus I lent them my rhetoric.


<i>Kaincha. </i>What is this?


It searches for news of Master Halsin. Only he can set this right.


Only fair to warn you I've precious few answers to spare.


Welcome to Lady Jannath's celebration of the arts.


Balduran and his bronze friend watching over the city - I cannot say I've heard this tale.


Of course.


You're not really listening to this clown, are you? The lights are much more interesting.


I trust I have made myself clear?


Mizora, you <i>arsehole</i>.


Here, with you, I enjoyed that there was no pursuit, and there was no status. We simply were.


People must scare easy where you're from. I don't.


How dare you! I thought we had something special.


The Shadowfell - or at least a little pocket of it, repurposed to house the relic.


Ey, you already got paid, no more work here. Plenty o' rats elsewhere in the city, go kill those.


Small footprints and discarded shackles. A gnome prisoner fled from here.


You saw it too? The fabled adamantine forge is around the bend. We just have a few snags to untangle.


W'wargaz. They are not to leave until it is done.


Beautiful brushstrokes. I've seen the masterworks of Ruben Delgaug himself - and this portrait is far superior.


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


<i>Looking </i>for valuables... chapel...


Only the greatest game since eggs sprouted legs, mate.


Coming.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


I think you feel the same way. Do you remember the celebrations after you saved the grove? There was a connection.


And who knows, they might even have some new tricks to reveal?


He is right, unfortunately. They are only weak when compared to their masters.


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


Boo will hold his nose and help.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


Do not speak. Just do as I say.


I know that feeling. My oath is forsaken once more.


That bloody freak won't get away with this. We're going to hunt her down and take Yenna back. Mark my words.


Look at this place. The evidence is clear enough.


I mean, what better audience could a bard ask for than the entirety of Baldur's Gate?


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


He came out of nowhere and ate up half our turf in a tenday. So if you're speaking to the guildmaster, maybe step soft around the topic, hm?


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


I must complete this study. Entertain yourself elsewhere.


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


Indeed. 'Shadowheart and Halsin, Sharran and Bear. Who would have dreamt of an alliance so rare'.


I'd worry about surviving the night first. But help one, help both: if we can cool you off, it'll stabilise your engine <i>and</i> allow you to touch whomever you please.


Not at all. Why, some of the finest artists and musicians began their careers amidst stale beer and sticky floors.


Dying Deep Exhale


I will follow you to freedom, not into greater peril. I will hold here until you are done.


Odd.


PainTeeth<br>var 3


You will learn this first-hand, <i>istik</i>, when we finally come to claim it for our own.


When Gale's on page one hundred thirty six of a supremely boring recitation, and you look over and there I am throwing a lasso around a giant centipede and riding it to Chult, I'll have my comeuppance.


Et alibi!


I can't see any way to disarm it.


Can't you tell, petal? I'm practically <i>glowing.</i>


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Be right there.


I was almost buried here. That was altogether too close.


I hope they carry no pocket-protector. That ferret nearly took my finger.


Won't budge.


Locked tight - there must be another way through.


<i>Liar. </i>Boys - destroy them!


Almost...


Empty tomb. Either cleaned out by thieves, or - well, I'd rather not think about it.


You may have wrought the destruction of my Iron Throne - but that's how I know you'd make a most formidable ally.


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


Every word - I promise.


<i>Do you remember your training, child? I know you do. All the times you stood in this room, wondering why this pair seemed so familiar. All the times you honed your skills on them.</i>


Just another crate.


Gorgeous bronze dragon.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Voco araneae!<br>v2


He'll make it big in Baldur's Gate. I know it.


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 2


Here goes nothing.<br>


Frange! v3


I'm done. I can't wait to sleep.


I don't care about my blasted name. The dead don't need compliments from the living. Leave me alone.


Ulma, gather your hunters! It's time to slay some monsters.


First things first. Tell me, have you noticed anything unusual? Not just symptoms - any strange events?


I've spent my life treating folk and never once saw a mind flayer infection. Then suddenly there's dozens of you - maybe more.


Thaniel is gone... and with him, any chance of breaking the curse.


Oh, we're done already?


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


My head... I don't... I can't...


Feels like there's magic in every thread of this cowl. Something for Gale, certainly.


*Ketheric? Helming a Sharran army? He's hiding his own past, just as he's keeping pieces of yours.*


Dolor!


<i>Off with you! His reckoning must come. Death is the price!</i>


But! I was too late. Wulbren had already been taken to Moonrise Towers. The rest, put to work.


Yes, but you can read it? You can tell me what it says?


I - shit. The scroll's gone.


Always room for more.


Filthy bog troll. Keep your greasy paws to yourself!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Attack


It was unsightly, watching you slay the daughter of Selûne. I didn't think you would sink so low.


I'll help protect you, I promise. Seems I'll need to, just to keep myself safe.


Selûne symbols everywhere... surely there can't be a temple of Shar here.


Another quake. What's going on?


Derryth... <i>no.</i>


There's plenty of space at camp - no need to crowd me.


I strongly suggest you try not to let that happen. Find your contract instead - save your soul!


Caveat incantator!


You should leave now. I should have left when I still could.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Yet we were saved. Boo still draws breath - and so the mind flayer may continue to do so.


Good news for us. There could be some useful potions inside.


Should've known - you lot're cruel to the marrow. Well I ain't suffering you easily.


Same as last time - you'll need to install it yourself. But this should do the trick.


Hope alone will not claw us out of this hole. We must get to climbing.


*The myconid soothes you with hums and whistles.*


Magic alone could never have persevered... Ah! Of course!


Do you not like it?


Falling<br>var 3


CoughIll
var 4


*Sorcerous Sundries must be your next port of call.*


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


Come, let's cut the kid some slack, shall we? She didn't deserve this madcap spectacle as far as I'm concerned.


Anywhere, my love - I go where you go.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


Unfortunately, that also means it is dedicating more and more resources to my retrieval.


Yoink.


I was not always a Harper. I only returned to their fold once I knew it was my own cause I fought for - not whichever one they assigned to me.


Eternity is long, Gale. Long enough to pursue endeavors beyond combat.


Oh, don't get all high and mighty with me, Lia.


BreathRecovery<br>var 3


I've got one!


Well, that's enough world-saving for one day. If any other existential threats appear, someone else can handle it - we are finding a tavern and celebrating.


<i>Some githyanki still revere him, in defiance of their teachings. Vlaakith was safe as long as they believed him to be dead. But as you can see, he is very much alive. </i>


Orpheus can't help us so long as he's chained.


Aye. Don't blame him for drinking this place dry.


I need no sign. My belly is full, my spirit fed. Your words are not wanted here.


Yes, of course, dear sister. I just need a moment and then we can leave.


There is a tunnel leading from the temple of Selûne right down into the Underdark and beyond. The entrance is hidden somewhere in the ruins.


No more prayers... only dust and silence.


Rank, malodorous pustule.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Fair enough. But I hope you know by now that I'm on your side. Anyone tries to hurt you, and they'll have to answer to the big mad furnace.


Was't your father a flounder?


That didn't work out the way you imagined, I reckon.


It said it was enslaved, but who could enslave such a thing?


There we have it! Wulbren is safe and well, thanks to you. And as you so correctly pointed out, I owe you.


Don't talk to us. You're just making it worse.


Consider, yes. But know that the answer is already foretold. This is the only way to stop the Grand Design.


*The rats are describing a Dark Justiciar's memories. The orthon's quarry was here all along, scattered and hidden in plain sight.*


Ah-ah. A berserker needs both hands, the better to squeeze at evil's skull.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Gods, but it stinks! And it looks like somebody melted most of its flesh off.


After all the trouble you went through to free her...


He is, what do they call them here... ah, a <i>zombie</i>. A waif I rescued from the jaws of death, and gave a second chance at earthly purpose.


<i>Nerves.</i>


Buff


Oh, I <i>like</i> you. That was inventive, and efficient.


I am <i>not</i> buttering you up - you are the very best at what you do. I promise!


Veni et iuva me!


Apologies. I just got swept up in - well - surviving.


Another step forward.


If you would be so kind, Counsellor!


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


Then you speak truth? You've fought a hag before?


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


Something's not right about those Steel Watchers, I'm telling you.


CoughIll<br>var 1


If only the curse had taken all of the Absolute's followers - we'd claim two birds with one stone.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v3


<i>Shh.</i>


Loviatar? Sounds like a violent goddess.


You shared your body with the fiend who held my soul. I can forgive it. I can't forget it.


That's the end of the Emperor.


A great deal of damage was done to our family, but we can still heal.


Aresce!


There's no hope for a rabid dog like you. You've got to be put down. Thanks for everything - now, don't struggle. It'll be easier on you.


The master is dead. I can't come to grips with it. Now what? What now?


Cute - maybe she'll write a ballad about me.


Flaming brew? This battle's taken a heated turn.


They beat me because I am weak. Because I am soft. Even though I try my best.


No. <i>Please. </i>


Looking to buy a little something extra, then?


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


If they don't put the puzzles back in the broadsheet, I'm writing a <i>strongly </i>worded letter to that editor, believe you me.


<i>Yer</i> a long way from 'ome, ain't ya, underdwarf?


*The tadpole offers psionic powers, drawn not from the Weave but the latent potential of your own mind. Such power lies beyond Mystra's control. And beyond her permission.*


Excellent - now all I need is that lantern.


Joys - another under-elf.


Oskar sought help from Mystic Carrion. Might be worth investigating.


Barbarian Idle Breaths


Damn it! HELP! Someone, HELP!


I'd like some time to talk.


*An uneasy feeling lingers in the air.*


Hey, what're you - oh, I get it.


What is wrong with you? You told me you wanted to help!


So much blood... Must be where Father Lorgan was slaughtered.<br>


I daresay you are no longer comfortable in this place, Shadowheart.


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


What's this? The opportune wielding of a weapon?


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


That chest. I can <i>feel </i>its magic. <br>


I must tell the others what happened. Step careful - there are traps in these tunnels. And thank you again.


I can't trust you, can I?


And our children? What of their fate?


The light here warms my skin, cleanses my lungs. A welcome change from the surrounding shadow.


Hey, we're still going after those paladins, right? Can't leave Zariel's bruisers roaming the coast.


Veterans of the Hells - to arms!


Held firm. Need to find the release.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


This doesn't sit right with me. We've travelled a dark path.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


Ah, all right, we're in Elturgard. Far enough from Baldur's Gate...


Drink, gulp it down, wet your whistle. Tell your <b>story</b>.


Ooh!


You'll do what she says, won't you?


It needn't - so long as you understand my neck is very much <i>off</i> the menu.


Remind me why I allied with you?


Te adstringo linguam!


I felt that - are you really surprised I won't open up when you keep trying to fumble in my head? Leave me alone.


You've jumped through enough hoops - a little treat wouldn't hurt.


ENOUGH!


With the Oak Father's blessing, I can infiltrate the Shadowfell, but doing so will sap my strength. I'll need your help if I'm to return.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


AH! Nearly had it!


*All who carry the tadpole are governed by the brain, and by extension, the Chosen. It will take but one order to transform them into an army of mind flayers.*


I can't believe they just left this all behind.


It was my Queen's decree that he should die, and I intend to honour it.


A moment, True Soul.


Good day to you, True Soul.


Then what you standin' <i>here</i> for? The True Souls're inside the temple!


Ain't moanin' if it's true.


Their eyes are made for the dark - fire and light is our friend.


Locals going without while strangers feast - it's stoked the fire, all right. Some Baldurians are kicking up a fuss round the front of the barn as we speak.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 1


Damn - it's frozen solid.


Prayers, charms, battle cries - the Harpers' work. They were primed for combat.


No hesitation.


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


'The glorious prince cried to all who could hear him: <i>Praise be to my mother Gith, the Queen of the One Sky, sacrificed to the Hells by the renegade Vlaakith!'</i>


A fair assumption. Omeluum is not given to strong emotion, but I know it regrets the damage caused by others of its kind.


Dammit, Astarion. You tried to <i>bite</i> me.


Voco potentia!<br>v2


Good work. Thought we had a fight on our hands.


This'll be mean.


This isn't working.


Ramblings most unsane. Poor Balthazar, for maggots ate his brain long ago.


Don't jump.


Ex Textura!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


I've found my mark!


Be a little more careful. That skin's valuable, and we won't always be watching.


As for my other quirks - well, we can figure those out in time.


*It seems the Idol of Silvanus has been stolen. Choose your next move carefully.*


So it is for Bhaal and Myrkul - and so it is for you. <i>You</i> make me eternal.


You led me down this path.


*Like dwarves, duergar have innate resistance to poison - and thus no need for intricate brews.*


Ah... a pity. Perhaps we can talk some more later. That is, if you're not about to turn on me... It seems you no longer walk in the Dark Lady's shadow.


I'm sure your dark goddess is proud...


We'll be clearing out, soon enough.


Not a good time to lose that tadpole...


*The markings look familiar, but you can make no sense of their logic or structure.*


No! Yes. No - we came to have a nice date, and that's what we're going to do. Go on: date me. I dare you.


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


Anyone capable of killing a vampire as powerful as Cazador has my respect. But you are not a true hunter.


There's something off about this glaive. Touched with magic, or... <i>something</i>.


An opening in the metal. That mould should fit perfectly.


Shout


If this is the end for me, let me be the motherfucker who saved the world.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Wasn't all that long ago. I never knew the whole of how and why, but I remember the devils slavering with delight.


Ab uno disce omnes!


Gortash must've done some dark shit to get his hands on all these creepy contraptions.


Protected by a magic ward. In here, I'd expect nothing less.


Rumours abound among the flock of what their mistress does when she slinks away in the dead of night - and with whom she meets. Yet none dare pry.


Treme!


I won fair and square. There's no point in playing again - I want a challenge.


Let's pull your strings, infernal puppet.


You think so? Perhaps I'll buy a better mimic - test it on <i>you</i>, hm?


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


Just so.


All right. What now?


*You ease your body into the sensation, noticing every tingle and thrill as heat and cold, pressure and pleasure skitter across your nerves.*


Efficient. We have much to learn from one another.


These vials contain organs. Not donated willingly, I assume.


Oh, by the Coinmaiden! How, er, quaint. And the name of the manor?


First you kill me, then you bring me back? What do you want, exactly?


Zariel liked it so little, she sent a bunch of goons, so-called 'Paladins of Tyr', to take me back. Problem is, I'm not going.


<i>I apologise. I didn't mean to burden you with my woes. You have enough to worry about. </i>


Time for a conversation.


Was that a click I heard? There's something about these plaques...


Not last night, though. Last night I felt miserable, and it was a revelation.


Stars and moons like that dwarf's poem said. And these plates can be turned.


Something's off about that wall. Go on, give it a smack.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 1


Hells. Torchlight won't last long here.


No harm in a sly chat.


Oh! It's Raphael's favourite misadventurer.


What is this creature that bursts from another's flesh?


Shout


Clustered fires and tents. An army has gathered - best keep my distance.


My whole tribe's fallen for this shite. Traitorous bastards.<br>


He should've returned with the adventurers. Cowards left him behind.


AgreeOpen<br>var 2


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


Oi!


My life's bleeding away. This curse, it's - it's too much.


The work of the parasite, I reckon.


Stay your hand. This is neither the time nor the place.


Moving to position.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


A rune. But for what?


Hostium munera!<br>v2


Aye, I heard about Wulbren. But the cause is bigger than any one of us.


Flesh is <i>mine!</i>


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 3


Hmm. As much as I enjoy a sit-down, a strengthening bludgeon is more useful...


I've seen markings like these. Ancient githyanki inscriptions. Whatever this box, it's significant.


Rise, and be mighty.


What's this... feeling of <i>power</i>?


Ketheric Thorm, deep in mourning for his daughter - such a fruitless endeavor.


Yes. Halsin is correct.


Gimme.


No - please -


There! Not so impregnable after all.


VO_SFX : Spit


D'you want the coins or not?


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Attack Critical<br>var3


*Those within are isolated and those without, rejected. Isolation breeds violence. Few circles survive it.*


*As you look into the book's amethyst eyes, you can almost hear a voice. You just have to open the book, and it will be yours. Forever.*


If you go were to return to the hells - temporarily - it would buy us some time. I could put<i> something</i> together, a means of keeping you stable at least. Please, let me try.


*The door is locked from the inside.*


Listen to the subtle vibrations of the Moonmaiden thumping within your heart-chambers, friend. She works her magic there.


*Here rests Kallister Freeclaw, legendary brawler. Died in his sleep, to the surprise of many.*


Ahah, someone who appreciates the art of words. And a celebrity to boot. You'll enjoy this.


Research on the nature of the shadow curse. Good to know.<br>


If you hear that voice at all, then you are infected.


The Flaming Fist are the cornerstone of Baldur's Gate - and the Dukes are its foundation. I hope you can save him.


There are three things you need to know about Raphael.


I'll strike you down.


Not really. My teacher would have been so proud to see me here. But what's the point?


Wherever we are, it's falling apart.<br>


Huh?


Duke Eltan would be proud of what the order has become. A pity they cannot spare the resources to help you with Thaniel.


Leave it to me.


Hag can't have gone far.


Don't look at me like that. With the sweet little 'disappointed I'm not getting cuddly Astarion' pout. I can't take it. I can't be what you want to see in me.


We were ambushed out in the darkness - by <i>cultists. </i>We surrendered, but that wasn't enough for them.


<i>You do not see what I do - his thoughts, his mind. Pure chaos. </i>


There is no doubt. Moonrise Towers.


Ugh.


Depends, are you buoyant? I may need a life preserver if I get in over my head.


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


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Forget it. Even the Blade can't slice through those.


Have you seen the size of a <i>Steel Watcher</i>?!


If my ancestors were here, they would eat you alive - literally.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


Damays - no!


Why's that even on the menu? Then again, if it's good enough for you, I suppose it's good enough for me too.


Victory v3


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


Tibi do pennas!


Still warm from the red dragon's fire.


Sorry sorry! I just get so excited doing the BEST JOB EVER.


Mm. <i>Intoxicating.</i>


Fate has not declared mine injury. Therefore, it shall not occur.


When you put your hand on me, I was finally a closed circuit. Complete.


Is my life nothing but a game of lanceboard to you? Is it your habit to smash the pieces as your finishing move?


Breathe, child. Resist not the winds of change. Let them carry thee.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


I would expect nothing less. Together, we shall burn it to the ground.


Absolutely not. The gnomes walk free. Right?


She is a child in need of help - let your harsh words go unspoken.


*You know no creature like this - one that is more brain than person.*


Lucky I don't leave you to the gods.


Oh, I'm no innocent. But evil? You tell me. With the Fist, the watch,  and the Council itself all licking the Absolute's boots, who's the only one left standing to protect Baldur's Gate?


But no tale did justice to its ethereal beauty. It floats like a butterfly, its blood shimmers like silver.


I shall see to this.


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


And you're so sure you wouldn't have fallen for her tricks? She might have been a raving lunatic, but she knew <i>exactly </i>how to lower your defences.


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


Looking ahead.<br>


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


Risus abundat!


Ververo!


City Watch - into position!


She's dead because of your meddling.


Dying


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


See for yourself, petal! Am I not <i>glowing?</i>


The worst part was not anything you did to us - it is what they had done to you. You didn't recognise us. Those eyes I had wiped tears from now looked at me like a stranger.


<i>SICARIUS!</i>


The vines are inpenetrable.


I've fished these waters my whole life. Never known anything like it.


... and best of all, it cures my dangerously underweight purse.


She really oozes charm, this one. Perhaps we should spare a thought for the wretches she's enslaved.


Gortash is no more - and he was kind enough to bequeath his Netherstone to us. We might yet manage to pull this off.


Minsc's blood... explodes? QUICKLY BOO, UNPICK MY STITCHES!


I simply look for marks. Gold is more than sufficient compensation.


A True Soul parasite, and it's still alive. You should collect it from the corpse.


Even a <i>kith'rak</i> might struggle to slay them here. At the grove, we have an advantage.


Wonder what those shadows used to be.


I'm not afraid of you!


A healer, in short. Skilled. Discreet.


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


Not that I wanted to hear it, but you and Lae'zel are louder than worgs in heat. Although the shouts and screams do sound more tender and loving lately.


This disappearing act is starting to get irksome.


I don't know how to do exorcisms yet. But feel free to look through Carrion's records. Perhaps you'll find something of use there.


We face the greatest evil our realm has known - and we do it together. On your word, the sword of Selûne will fall upon our foes.


Heading out without Isobel's blessing? Have you got a death wish?


A Selûne prayer book? We should leave it, unless we need kindling for our campfire.


My wounds are too much to bear.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


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


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


Don't know why we don't just kill those Fist.


Why, I've shared my heart with you. And I'd truly rather you didn't skewer it.


AgreeClosed<br>var 3


Can't afford any mistakes.<br>


Oh my sweet, are you tired?


Wheey! Now we're talking.


*Nothing. Just old parchment covered in arcane symbols. The magic sleeps.*


Then why aren't you on the wall?


The crone's lair. Smells like an ill-kept fungus farm.


A more difficult road, now that the hag is gone, but perhaps a better one.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Don't fidget! The needle must slip <i>behind </i>your eye, not through it!


All mine.<br>


Well I'll be godsdamned - the Blade of Frontiers. Thought I'd shaken you for good. That'll teach me to underestimate you.


Attack<br>var 3


You think that by allying with the last of the Chosen and uniting the Netherstones, you can destroy me.


*You feel a dancing fey smirk - to steal a blessing from Shar's faithful would be <i>most </i>mischevious.*


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


However He judges, I will comply.


Progress. But I'm not out of the wilds just yet.


Yes, we have our duty. We shall lead them home, Majesty.


*The mirror's emptiness seems to draw your into a stupefying embrace. Your thoughts, feelings, memories - they grow slow and drowsy, drifting away from each other.*


Cudo!


Good thing I introduced him to darling Tamia Holzt. She straightened Gasper out, found him a place in the Foundry.


Your lack of ability, perhaps? You made for an adequate errand-boy thus far, but let's not overstate your virtues.


Fading fast.<br>


Death's close at hand.


<i>No. It appears to be shielded from physical and magical influence.</i>


I love the way your nose wrinkles up when you get the scent of a lead for the first time.


I suppose 'thank you' covered it, really. But I do mean it. I'm grateful - for all of this.


Sinister? Nonsense. Those are experimental toys - guaranteed to bring a smile to the face of even the unhappiest child.


Gently does it.


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


*With her help, you have uncovered the cult for what it really is - a plan of conquest orchestrated by the gods of death themselves.*


If you reach the Neurocitor, input code 'Nebelun', then increase its output to maximum.


Changed your mind yet? I don't think either of us has the luxury of time - not against what we're facing.


A - Why?


Fine.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


A marked tree. Could be the one Kagha mentioned in her correspondence.<br>


Beldron's still trapped. Find Philomeen and get that smokepowder!


We should discuss this.


Nothing fishy about my prices! Get yer seafood here.


Sometimes life forces us to choose sides. Luckily, sometimes the choice is obvious.


*As your hand approaches his body, it wavers. It longs to close around his throat.*


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


Selûne is a bad omen - just look what's befallen her temple.


Well if it ain't our fledgling chicken-chaser. Got a taste for the game now, do ya?


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


Hopefully it comes no closer.


Disdain...


'Witness... believes himself... to be... dragon... possibly... deluded...'


Gortash has gone to his chambers. Take the door to the right, through the grating.


Prayers, charms, battle cries - the Harpers' work. They were primed for combat.


Drunk <br>V4


Marcus... Fisherman...


Good idea, I think.


My dear Astarion. I knew you would return.


It squeezed their guts out of their ears like an overfilled sausage!


Especially with all these new Fists. They'd be great craic, I bet.


*A contented emptiness washes over you as you gaze upon the altar.*


You think you know why you are here.


Can't abide bad manners, can we lads?


All I hear is the grunting of a swine. Come closer so I can rip out your filthy tongue.


Victory v3


Wonder if the gods are watching me.


Limp-witted slick-licker.


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


You do? Please, can you return it to me? She'd want her sister to have it.<br>


The Nightsinger favours you... but what of the Mother Superior?


Here we go again.


More pigeon blood, leading to the temple. Dragged off in a predator's maw, no doubt.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Had you allowed me to speak, we would not be left without a plan.


Then we're in agreement for once. Wyll, I... <i>nngh</i>...


As much as I love a good murder, my customers don't. The real Dribbles charms animals and makes puns. Awful puns. Not - <i>this</i>.


This is life and death for me too, mate. You only get as many berths on my sloop as you can pay for. If I allow any freeloaders, my own crew will scrag me.


Bet you will, too. Just like my mates here did.


Shit - fine. Never could see eye to eye with a <i>clan-sen.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v3


We get a cure <i>and</i> the chance to hit these arseholes where they live? Sounds good to me.


Fated to madness, or so Bhaal claims. Believe it, and it will surely come to pass. Which is why you must challenge it.


Come now. I do not believe you did not suspect something was amiss. No true Sharran would have hesitated to skewer my heart.


Lucky you.


Hells, no! Father, I'm - I'm so sorry...


Hmmm.


But I can't rot - I can't die.


The Nightsong must be the source of Thorm's invulnerability. Perhaps it can be turned against him.


Pin your eyes to the treacherous she-drow. Do not focus on the many, many others - Boo will handle them.


((*go forth*))


Whisper mode.


Hot foot, hot foot - place is trapped.


Sounds like an opportunity. And it would be nice to surprise the Absolute for once.


Feel free to come back. With a vault pass.


Scowl all you want. You got five workin' fingers, perfect for digging.


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


With haste.


We will cleanse the place of infidels and burn it to the ground in the Absolute's name.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


*It's an intriguing tale - and a forbidden one, given how expertly it was encoded.*


Don't give me trouble now.


Let's get the cargo sorted for unloading. Sprightly, now!


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


What delightful circumstances we find ourselves in.


Keep it together.


*You hear a sound like the rattle of a chain, and an agonising scream in your head as Hope flickers from view momentarily.*


Come here... please!<br>


All I know is that on every scrap of ground he takes from me, the cult of the Absolute soon starts sprouting.


But I fear he sought something even more insidious: to hand the Githyanki Empire to the <i>ghaik</i>.


PainTeeth<br>var 1


Hostium munera!<br>v3


Of course, girl. You can help me determine who it is doing all the snoring.


All I had to do was twist my knife.


'Colourful neighborhood', they said. Wicked, more like.


This plane is a blister of corruption.


Hahaha. Go on. I <i>have </i>to see this.


These attendants you keep - you taught them well. My child. My Lae'zel.


Ketheric may be gone, but the shadows remain. On our guard.


An unusual parasite, here. It's - it's reaching out to me.


A dragon-rider. My kin are hunting - blood will be spilled.


At the cost of a lot of lives. It's not worth it, Astarion.


Don't like having a sour-breath grey in my face myself, but here we are.


I apologise, my friend, but we need the spawn - not you.


Ah... <i>lil alurl velve zhah lil velkyn uss...</i>


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


Not yet, Mizora - it's a seller's market now. Time we struck up a new deal.


Better to be stood here than buried beneath a thousand tonnes of Trielta limestone.


I wouldn't recommend losing that. We can't defeat the brain without that stone.


Best of luck with the new boss.


We have our own freedom to look to, I'm afraid. We'll take our chance when it arises, then back to the city.


A bone. Dry and brittle.


As a child, I thought a crèche an impenetrable fortress. I see now they are like everything else - breakable.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


I wonder where they were going.


Don't spare the fire-arrows. Let's see if goblins are prettier with a coat of burning oil on.


Anyway, I'd rather keep it where I can see it. Its time will come, I'm sure.


Victory v4


Nonsense. Ravings. You've strayed, girl - you've failed Lady Shar's mission and allowed ambition to rot your mind.


I'm not killing them all myself.


I will not. I gave you my might. You will respect my charge.


If you're looking for the young ones, they are with the <i>sa'varsh</i> in combat drills.


Flaming Fist letting Zhent run free? The situation must be grim.


Whatever it is doesn't bode well.


Listen, you!


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


What a sight for sore eyes. I believe there's somewhere you're supposed to be, no? Long overdue, in fact.


Have you heard? Scouts have just reported the goblins have been neutralised. The way is clear!


Yes, yes.


Wait. Your... your mind. I can still feel it, like an echo. You... you're like that <i>thing.</i>


Death will not save you, child. If you will not partake in the ritual, your corpse will.


Falling


Strange. I hear voices...


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


You forget how Father's blood clots our veins. It must be returned to him, seeped straight into his grimborn jaws.


We might actually survive this.


Attack<br>var 3


Do not make my hamster mourn you! He is an ugly crier.


Resisto venenum!


Perhaps they should expand their horizons - too much time obsessing over fungi seems to leave a bit... well, like them.


Voco glacies!


Worship me, the prophet of the end!


MINSC IS COMING! MINSC WILL HELP!


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


Everyone needs a hobby, I suppose. But if you find a <i>gith</i> egg, do return it quickly. No matter how much you 'like' it.


Don't like the sound of this, boss...


You would betray Dame Aylin? Be you faithless, or simply foolish?


Cudo! v3


Damn it all. I should've known better than to stray so close.


Don't worry, I'll make it better.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Twins, yes. Hands of such skill they could turn stone to silk. Your body could suffer no knot they can't untangle.


Those mushrooms have a curious symmetry.


*You realise the Weave is making you one. You have but to imagine your desire, and Gale will know it.*


*Angry trills and tremors shake your skull - cries of anguish to its mycelic god.*


Never mind. Don't answer that.


Hm. Hmmm... All right, that's enough.


Live a little!


Aridissimus!


We should examine the bodies. Even a corpse can carry a fine sword.


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


Moonrise awakens - keep your eyes sharp, and away from me.


Trust me - it will take a lot more than a few gold pieces and some fervent thoughts to convince Mystra to break her silence. On my account, at least.


I hope I do a good job.


You! Outsider! You poisoned us!


Mors certa!<br>v3


Argh. Shit-piddling toe-rag. Never summon Shovel. Never feed Shovel. Now call Shovel?!


I - I don't understand.


Fine.


That's a friendly-looking shadow.


I need help.


Te occludo oculos!


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


But you're wise - and wiser all the time. Do what Mystra asks, and I'm positive she will cure you of that wretched orb.


Ah!


It can bind a celestial to the wearer's service with a snap of the fingers.


Blessings from the Moonmaiden - and bearing the same symbol as that chest.


In every crèche, many young whisper Orpheus' name. They do Vlaakith's duty, but out of fear, not faith.


It must be an awful thing to have hanging over your head - or in it, rather. Let me take care of that for you.


Gods, it smells awful in here.


*It doesn't take much. The sigils fade, the circle's tainted magic dissolving harmlessly into the ether.*


The brain must be close...


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


There you are, unfortunately<i>. </i>Ever since you arrived, things keep... changing. <i>I hate it.</i>


Gods spare us. Ketheric was planning our demise all along.


Be it with horns or tentacles, I am glad you have a future to look forward to, Karlach.


Mind never quiet.


Footprints! Leading right into that cave.


*The once-indecipherable glyphs now feel dangerously familiar, promising unholy power to those who can take it.*


Closed Mouth Effort v9


<i>Is</i> there? Wonderful. Another Minsc in the making.


On my way.


Wouldn't want that to scar.


Well, we're not getting in this way.


A home at last - this calls for a toast! Now where did that old miser keep the wine?


Propose a toast, and if it's worth drinking to, that is what we shall do.


Thick as a glob of unguent.


Almost there. Keep your hips square, and I think you'll have it.


Finally some peace and quiet. Too bad about all the cleanup.


One blood-sucking beast replaced with another. Our children sacrificed to birth a monster.


When one tries and fails so many times, it is often named madness.


Hold on.


But perhaps this was always meant to be. Perhaps the Moonmaiden's path was merely longer for you than we knew.


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 3


What in the hells are you staring at? Have I got spinach in my teeth?


Risus abundat!<br>v2


Umbrae!


And yet you walk in here like it's your domain. Typical drow arrogance.


The hag's doing. It has to be.


We should heed the Emperor's warning. Passing the gate could be the death of us.


It's obscene - to owe my life to a damned <i>ghaik</i>.


Go on. Walk away. And wave to my husband's rotting corpse on your way out.


A letter from Orin. What does she want?


We'll rip them tiefs to shreds!


By now, we should have seen some small glimmer of Thaniel's power - a sign that the land is healing. New growth, flowers in bloom. But there has been nothing.


Oh yeah? Well, we're... we're -


So Lorroakan covets Dame Aylin? He'll live to regret that, once we inform her.


*The newborn zombie gazes at you hungrily, pus drooling from its slack jaw.*


Please, just l-leave me alone.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


Might have to switch to ale if the water supply keeps failing.


GruntAngry<br>var 1


You ever seen anyone actually raid this place?<br>


No. Not until we've dealt with Madeline.


Sniff<br>var 3


A thousand needlepricks in my rotten skull.


That hurts. It's a great <i>big </i>scam.


I'm on my way.


Cudo!


Enough of this chatter. We need to get to the helm - <i>now.</i>


*You notice the clown reaching for something behind his back.*


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


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


And yet another! Minsc, master of mechanamagical... things.


A letter from Ketheric's wife. Sounds like she loved him very much.<br>


Wonderful! And you got coin to back ya?


Our friend has fallen! Guard the body, Boo, so a priest might stuff the soul back in!


Thank you for noticing.


I <i>said </i>incapable.


Off, you vicious little trinket.


Assuming we make it back there in one piece.


Who is this large man of sternness and stone? Boo mislikes his look - as if he is knowing things that Minsc is not.


I've got you.


What's happening? Where am I?


Threat detected. Commence amelioration protocol.


It's a little obvious, frankly.


And just like that, she's off to walk into Lorroakan's trap.


Listen mate, I'm honoured, but ain't you got better things to do than chatter with me? You know, big heroics. Newsworthy stuff.


I'll take this way.


I heard about you... but you're different to how they described you. Are you truly favoured by Lady Shar?


Discover the source of his invulnerability. Make him mortal, so we can make him bleed. Good luck.


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


Woe upon the unsuspecting.


No lover of wolves, I see.<br>


Best think ahead, or I'm lost.


Eat? No! No hurt! Help!


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Wait until you reach the city. Once you see what it's become, you'll know the Ironhand Gnomes are needed.


Before you decide, let us speak of Orpheus - alone.


Are you the one I should actually be speaking to?


*Between the Heavens and the Hells, the fate of the Crown hangs in the balance, and you will be the one to decide it.*


... this is a terrible idea. But I suppose there is some sense in what you say.


Oh, gods. I'll have to make a run for it.


Aw - these toy bears are adorable.


Bet I can crack that open.


*The boy is unconscious, the wound on his chest slowly bleeding him dry...*


You owe me.


Now to find the damn thing...


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


Gods, I never thought I'd reach the front of the line.


You've got the stench of the Hells about you - the stench of home. And a whiff of the surface besides.


Deal's off, <i>jargh. </i>He told you to squish that floatin' eyeball. Now the damn thing's seen us kill Nere.


Te video!


Fine. Let us talk of truth, then. Do your friends know how many you killed in the Absolute's name, Stone Lord? Do you?


*Both far away and all too close, you feel your patron's grin. A job well done.*


There comes a time where every precious young Master must triumph over scrutiny.


*The owlbear stares, then sharply inhales your scent.*


It is unwise to irritate someone who can <i>command the Weave.</i>


I shall walk with thee. I shall grant you my power. He HEE.


Vae victis!


Goodbye, mistress.


<i>Hah! </i>


Better stay back. One strike could be lethal.


Dead drow and some skeletons. I wonder what happened.


Wait your turn! Complaining won't get you in any faster.


It's done, Shadowheart.


I'd hug you if it wouldn't scorch your skin off.


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


Seems like nature's provided a shortcut.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


I saw you in the Baldur's Mouth! Gods, how <i>thrilling</i>.


We're lucky there's still decent folk about.


Well. This is quite the mess you've gotten us into.


Not so little now.


Nothing else holds you on my watch.


Sine metu!<br>v2


She will be left to the peace of eternity, where the Urge shall seek her no more.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


Of course. I would hate for you to think me impatient, or ungrateful. I shall persevere, for now.


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


*The dog holds a well-chewed ball in his mouth.*


Nice crossbow. Doesn't look like grey dwarf work.


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


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


Laughter Maniacal


<i>Return with the one you follow - I will speak to them and no other.</i>


I can't imagine anywhere that could turn my heart from you, cursed or otherwise. You'd always be as beautiful, and as impressive.


We're not taking a boat to Baldur's Gate, surely.


You are not deserving of such a gift. Unless you've some other purpose here, our consultation is at an end.


Hostium munera!<br>v2


Myconids. That explains the voices.


Oak Father, let no gaze find me.


I won't go on without you.<br>


Those glimmering specks... that's adamantine, I'll wager.


This place is off-limits. <i>Leave.</i>


Mind flayer horticulture.


You sacrificed your kin, the most sacred act a Bhaalian could conduct, and summoned <i>him </i>with her blood.


Poor Scratch is all worn out.<br>


In all honesty, it is a shame. That time was special to me. I've gotten on my back ten thousand times or more, and forgotten half of them.


I need to get off this roof NOW!


Do not worry - Boo licked my hands all sparkling clean.


The severed head of a clown - a splendid gift, and it's not even my birthday.<br>


Carmen can barely organise her own shop, never mind stage a murder mystery to meddle with me.  Very well - I'll take my precautions. Thank you.


Tidy. Hope you enjoy a bit of tat, you dolt.


EffortMouthOpen<br>ver 1


Vlaakith guide me.


They live?


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


We treat the real spiders real kind, sir. Feed 'em the plumpest prisoners.<br>


The plan is to wait for a quiet moment, then bust out the back wall.


<i>(Not that I'm aware of.)</i>


What did Mol always say? 'One problem at a time.'


Victory v4


Books, candles, blankets - someone made a cosy little nest here.


Here you are, as brazen as described.


Bad enough to die, but to die in a place like this?


I'm all for it, but... well, you first.


Free the wyrm, let his tempest swallow the Absolute and its allies. May Lady Tymora smile upon you.


Leave - I won't repeat myself.


Of course, sir.


Another step forward.


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


Please - is Arabella all right?


Victory v2


Wise. Healthy suspicion can prove to be the finest armour.


There's a right time for a strike - but it ain't now. Not when the whole city's in danger.


*You recognise this image projection spell from your studies - though you'd expect a <i>great</i> wizard to execute it less shoddily.*


I owe you <i>nothing</i>. Goblins swarmed us like roaches while you stumbled after the past.


One of the Nine Hells.


Maledicte es!<br>v3


Recovered <br>V2


Rolan! There you are.


That's a friendly-looking shadow.


Strange bottle... Even stranger smell.


Yes, thanks. I know. Should've never taken that bloody potion.


Sob<br>var 1


Come. There are important matters to discuss.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


In my queen, I trust. One day soon she will honour me for it. She must.


Take time to consider my offer, if that is what you require. I'm sure Oskar has plenty to spare.


But... never before to make him feel so sad. There is no justice in this. None at all.


Ab uno disce omnes!


No idea, I'm afraid. Whoever it is, must be someone important to him. He's been saying the same thing over and over, ever since we found him...


I do what I can. For most folks, that's enough.


Oculus tempestatis!


All will fall in Her name.


By all the watching gods... that's Halsin.


Where there's people... there's... hags.


Non compos mentis!


I know greatest fear, girl. I was there when it was born - the wolves that hunt you.


I know - it never stops, does it?


You showed restraint where most others wouldn't. This might not mean much - but I'm proud of you.


A thing like that could swallow each of us whole - raw or incinerated.


It's all just fluff pieces in the Mouth these days. Give me a break.


That's not something I'm accused of very often... but I suppose you're right. I'll let you get your rest - good night.


Let her rot. The Absolute's allies deserve no better.


Have you ever walked to the very edge of a great precipice, and shuddered at how easy it would be to step into the void?


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


*Your words resolve the matter. You will not be disturbed further.*


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


Thanks to your interference, she is dead, and the General is most displeased.


Vampires thrive in the darkness even more than I do. Best wait 'til morning before we strike.


You've got a backbone, and the makings of a leader. Our Lord blesses our alliance.


Oculus tempestatis!


<i>Yes...</i>


Ale me!<br>v2


Wrong on both counts, pet.


A vital boost.


I guess you don't need my help after all. Though something tells me I'll be needing yours.


There they are.


I'll give you a nice little bonus as well. A finder's fee. What do you say?


Minsc! I'll save him Boo, I promise!<br>


<i>Yes. </i>Steal bodies. Tear them. Then Illy puts them back together. Again. And again.


All right. I'll go to the camp, like you said. Just...


You'll find them in the Underdark, although you may not like what you find.


Hurt


No. You would send us to our deaths - I'm not going to let it happen.


Come on! At least let us take her to a doctor!


I... I hurt you both. So much. Gods forgive me...


Acidum!


I hate you. You killed all the goblins and now we can't practise swords anymore.


It's time. We must break Prince Orpheus free.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


Another stride toward fate.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 2


Voco potentia!


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


Don't take that tone with me. I know he's not your responsibility. He's mine. And I'm failing him.


Resisto ignem!


Heat up some rocks. Let's see how the little pricks do when we strap fire to their legs.


((*the dark intruders broke our peace. they killed our young*))


<i>Gh'ath! The dragons will burn them to ash!</i>


No tadpoles in this brine pool.


Argh!


Dying Burning<br>v3


Just a figure of speech. I promise not to bite down to the bone.


Time!


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


The end of the line for Hope. May she rest in peace - at last.<br>


Vermin, on the rooftops.


A lovely rhythm, your lordness. Shame you just raised the alarm.


Rise and fight!


Another, is it? Good on you, mate.<br>


Come. You're tougher than that.


The boat! Get to the damn boat!


*The tome does not take kindly to your tampering. A feeling like pins and needles lingers under your skin, pricking and prodding.*


Oh.


You seem a nice sort - I'm glad we didn't have to kill you.


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


Be there in a blink.


Your assumption is correct. My experiments have been vital in supporting our queen's efforts against the <i>ghaik</i>.


Effort v8


Nothing. There must be another way to unseal it.


You don't want to make an enemy of me, friend.


Huh. I guess some books <i>are </i>worth reading.


I worship Shar, the Mistress of the Night. It is my holy mission to oppose Selûne, her teachings and her followers.


Heretics! Blasphemers in the dark!


Hm. All right.


You haven't changed one bit, have you? I hope you remember it all, in the end. I want you to know how much of a failure you truly are.


Something's waiting up ahead.


*Your words have only confirmed your guilt. You're about to be arrested.*


You got something to say?


Someone's killing us off - battle stations!


Te occludo oculos!


My kin wield their spears formidably. It would be foolish to provoke battle with them now.


They are... different to what Duke Eltan envisioned.  And I can't comment on Duke Ravengard himself.


Bene curatur!<br>v2


Well, that's not good.


You are not on the Tribunal's list... So I will make your murder quick.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Let's get out of here!


Pulling that lever may have been a mistake.


I am coming!<br>


Give a <i>Light</i> spell a try. That should get us into that chest.


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


*The rat watches your movements but does not speak.*


Ready to move, boss. At your command.


We'll talk when this is done. Preferably squatting over Ketheric's corpse.


Be <i>very </i>sure before you make to visit Lorroakan. He's got a beastly temper.


Welcome to the House of Grief... or perhaps 'welcome' is the wrong word, Shadowheart.


*And, most likely, their deaths.*


Sorry - did you want something?


Keep steady. We're closing in.


Look at that beauty. Ah, I love it here.


'Flumph Mating Rituals'? That field research must've been... <i>interesting</i>.


Come here. For just a moment. Let it out.


Don't let this happen again.<br>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


And he is not alone. His shining star is right beside him, in body, mind, and blade.


Fresh blood, and no blacksmith. Not good...


I'm not sure I can do this.


What in the hells? You're a vampire!


I'm running out of steam here. I need to get out of these shadows, or find some light.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Please, wondrous manslaughterer.


I've seen the captive Orpheus with my own eyes, spoken to <i>Jhe'stil Kith'rak </i>Voss. You lied to us, <i>enslaved</i> us.


Much appreciated. They'll turn up in the last place you look, I'm sure!


Come - our search begins. We've no time to waste.


*If the drow's corpse is to be believed, it's something else entirely.*


Ex nihilo!


Away, you pox'd nun!


Hurt Critical


We'd owe you a great debt. If we're forced to leave now, we won't make it to the city.


A fallen githyanki warrior. A crèche must be close.


Seems like that Selûnite amulet might catch your eye, Gale.


What was that watchword? 'Lux splenda.'


Inficio!


Where are my smelling salts?


Pallida mors!<br>v3


We've shown them once - we take grove law seriously.


Look there - a shimmer of light, keeping the shadows at bay.


Oh, thank the gods. You may not know it, friend, but you've just done yourself a great service indeed.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


That feels good.


Master of death. Spirit weaver. Necromancer.


Tenebra!


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 3


Incredible. Every rock, every jewel tells a story.


*The Sword Coast alone has a hundred places you could disappear, never mind the vast lands to the east.*


Calling this news - Baldur's Mouth prints nothing but lies and drivel. You'd do well to dump your own copies.


Bah. Politics. The only battlefield that matters is that of the <i>heart</i>.


I'd bet my last copper that Captain Grisly has something to do with this. Why else would she try to turn you against me?


Go ahead - I'm sure death would be an improvement.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 3


<i>The end of EVERYTHING. </i>


And this? This can keep her in place. Forever.


I only read one page before their maddening whispers drove me away.


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


Just as nature intended. Come here to me -


Karlach. Keep an eye on him, would you?


I'm trying to find out where they took the - what they came for.


Argh. No wonder. <i>Necromancy.</i>


You have the key to my heart in that sweet dress.


<i>Witness her.</i>


I consider myself as open minded as the next wizard, but I have to say, I think we're beginning to lose the magic a little.


Did I say you could die?


That book on flumphs - it's changing. What were you hiding, you sneaky little wizard?


Sure you can. But a look's all yer gettin'.


Those leaves are a little darker than I'd like, Felicis. Bad soil? Hm. Don't tell mother...


Why don't you pop by, and we can have a little chat about it? I do love me a handsome gentleman caller.


Isobel's not-so-final resting place. Ketheric Thorm has a problem with letting things die.


This is <i>very </i>naughty. Whatever are we to do?


I didn't enjoy watching you make a mess of our plans. It pains me to witness your potential wasted - again.


So tell me - why would you kill Ketheric and chase his co-conspirators to the city, only to turn on us at the last moment? Why let Minsc get away?


How about: 'Welcome back to Figaro Facemaker - where the clothes are to <i>dye</i> for!'


Stay calm - I'm coming!


*Though you know how to call to order, hold a line and wield a blade, you are doing so out of habit and a forgotten instinct.*


*The dark mirror seems to turn dormant, its hunger sated.*


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


<i>This onslaught will never cease - we must forge ahead!</i>


Just empty shells. Best to just keep the unhatched one.


The bare minimum.


*At least you would not be alone... as long as Karlach, despite her change, stays Karlach.*


Each door named after a wizard of renown. The Annals must be behind Karsus' door.


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


Something queer about that easel.


Does that mean you're spoken for or not? Heh.


*Sorcerous Sundries.*


Moan v3


Your cheeks aren't nearly ruddy enough, petal! Are you hurt? Cold? Feverish?


Please - I can't go much further. Light up the darkness...


A fine deed we have done, to rid Faerûn of this man - all helm-hair and the <i>haughtiness</i>.


Curious sigils. I don't recognise them.


Ut ventus!<br>v2


Voco glacies!


'Scuse.


We know all about the 'Emperor' and its dealings with you. Though I must confess its peculiar relationship with you threw us off course for a while.


Attack<br>var 2


Oh! I will safeguard my undergarments with care.


I can tell an inquisitive sort when I see one - want the real story behind the untimely demise of Lord Enver Gortash?


<i>City Watch - into position!</i>


Ex Textura!<br>v3


I had his husband beat him to death. To save the rest of his family. We've had no issues since.


You're late, friend.


Breath_Fast<br>Var 2


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


New colour. New path?


Crescit eundo!


Once we're ready, we'll draw 'em in to that spot. Then it's down to fire-arrows and prayer.


I mean... <i>maybe.</i>


Stranger things have come back to haunt this city.


Their cities shall become charnel houses.


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


Recovered <br>V3


No food waiting for us? 'S barbaric. They got plenty of prisoners for the roasting.


What about you? Big plans for when you get to the city?


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


Absence, sisters. Acquaint yourselves.


Boys - how about a bit of the Rivington Rats' famous hospitality for our friend here?


A quick rummage.


Another damned mimic.


When the time comes, I will not hesitate to call on you or the belongings you were generous enough to offer.


Live by the word, die of boredom.


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


Odd necklace. Might sell for a few coppers.


Th-thank you. I couldn't have done it without you.


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


Welcome. I'm not really a 'wine person' myself. But free's free!


It's too late to stop things from here - the goblins are already marching on the grove in force.


Here you go, soldier!


In Bhaal's name.


On tippy toes.


This darkness is suffocating. I - I can barely catch my breath. We need light...


But is he who rejects his own child a hero? What of he who calls his brave son a monster?


I need some time to think things through. To process this.


---fulfil--


They're after a weapon. Surely, they don't mean that strange artefact of ours...


Flaming brew? This battle's taken a heated turn.


Chests like that don't hold trinkets. There must be something valuable inside.


Those claws look deadly. Best be on my guard.


Dodge


Better to wait for Shadowheart. She'll want to hear this.


They're kids - they don't know what they want.


Cave circulum!<br>v2


Hells - his brew's turned to poison.


The rest of you - keep patrolling. I'll be heading back with this one.


Please bring Mol back. Please.<br>


Take me home, and Priestess Gut will brand you so you can join the tribe as well.


You tried to free me. I couldn't get out until after the ship crashed -


Closed Mouth Effort v11


There.


Something worth taking?


We have safe-houses all over the city - he will never find us, I swear it on my life.


But that would make Wyll's sacrifice worthless. And I know you wouldn't want <i>that.</i>


Is it me? Am I ticking?


Oh, that's... <i>oh</i>...


That almost looks like... no, it couldn't be, surely...


Looks like the Absolute sent me a protector. Ya gonna kill 'im too?


I so fancy a glass of Dragondew. Fetch me a bottle, and be quick about it.


The more you interrupt, the less time I have to find this wretched doll.


My pleasure.


What's he doin'? Doesn't he need someone to torture?


A feeling.


<i>Orthon - with me!</i>


Or maybe a bit of a drinking problem.


Do you wish for death?


That a fact? He's at the windmill, muckin' about. Wouldn't stray again, if I were you.


Language in this book looks familiar. Oh I know! It was on Szarr's ring.


I think the evil god of loss can avenge herself, if she needs to.


Hm.


Not to diminish our efforts, but it was rather simple getting here in the end, wasn't it?


I suppose I can understand that. More than most, perhaps.


I wonder... Could I make a pact to rid myself of you?


We tried to save them, but his palace was too well defended.


The Netherbrain will soon follow - and I shall ascend to my queen.


All right, all right. It's all hidden up on the roof.


Stop, STOP!


Pus-supping maggot.


*The little girl disappears down an alley - safe, for now.*


This place wasn't built for the living.


Yes, Boo - a most wicked witch!


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Fantastic. Monsters in our minds, <i>and </i>around our campfire.


I'm going to find a barrel of whiskey and drink it. Bloody hells.


Time to push my luck again.


Thank you. Treating with a hag, I need all the luck I can get.


And all they did was climb into their own tomb. Do not look, Boo.


Do you think you're clever coming in and undercutting us, sweetheart?


*Facemaker Fashion.*


Something's on my mind.


What a waste.


Reckon it <i>might </i>be enough to cover rent.


Mushrooms - poisonous, if memory serves.


Well, in all honesty, I ran from Tymanther to avoid my egg-duty.


Bit of a mess you're in.<br>


Stupid rabbit. Running can't save you.


Go, seek Inquisitor W'wargaz within. <i>Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith.</i>


*A diminutive creature sporting a red hat glares at you. He seems unaware that his illusion has failed.*


Waah! Stop - stop!


You have planted a burr in my brain, guildmaster. Once I have dislodged the worm and redeemed myself in my hamster's eyes... we will return to this matter.


You forgot 'incredibly good-looking'.


I expected the other.


Leave him. He is <i>mine</i>.


You must destroy the rest of him! Put that monster in the grave where he belongs.


But good luck can't last forever. Invitation accepted.


There's a gap behind those crates. Big enough to fit through.


<i>Jaheira will see through them. She must. She's fought doppelgangers before.</i>


Looks like an ambush.


A <i>cursed</i> distillery, no less. I suspect it holds more than just liquor.


Tastes like... blood? No! Tastes like... oil? Yes! <i>Machine</i> blood!


Slaughtered. Unlucky guards in charge of someone dangerous.


If either of us falters, both of us die. Come - let's end this.


It's true, for a time I neglected the physical in favour of <i>celestial </i>euphoria. But our relationship was no less real for it.


... I fell... dropped key...


You sure about that? Look what they're making us do now.


It's planting spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


A trespasser chopped its arms off but it still chewed right through their ankles.


We've found Orin's home base. And a house of horrors it is.


I'll get you right in no time.


What? You going to try get past that lot? Better you than me.


I Wish you to end.


I could, but we have the same parasites - maybe it'll happen to me next. At least together, we can keep an eye on each other.


Don't worry, I'll lead the charge. But I could use your help. There's a lot of them and only one of me. After that, we can team up. Take Faerûn by the short hairs. Sound good?


Drunk <br>V3


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


As a good leader should.


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


Glowing eyes are rarely a good sign. Best be careful.


You test my temper, young one. Now tell me your purpose, while you can still breathe.


*You feel the pod unlock and open as it is bid.*


Can't wait to pay these bastards back, lick for lick. Just say the word.


The lad's a little nervous, Jaheira. We heard of your great victory against Ketheric.


You had no right to intervene. You're not one of us.


Caedo!


Perure!


You want four berths on the sloop, you pay for all four berths.


Shh-shh. No need. It couldn't be helped.


Got to help.


I will enjoy this.


You've slain the pretender! We knew in our hearts the god BOOOAL was false.


Leave me alone!


Corellon's star! That is <i>grotesque</i>.


WHERE'S ME CLAP OF THUNDER, BOYS?


*Limited edition adventuring starter packs are currently out of stock. We apologise for any inconvenience caused.*


My Prince, you cannot. This is not your burden to bear!


It must be said - because of you, I still breathe. Because of you, I still battle. I am not one to show gratitude, but - *ahem* - thank you.


An unnatural and unlikely saviour. Yet needs must...


Still rolling in the muck, I see.


I said no trespassing!


Frange! v2


You should have taken your own advice.


Should've known you'd be soft. Get out!


Ocior!


Effort v12


<i>'Dissenting voices are infectious - and must be routed out. Only when the Black Hand's voice speaks in silence will unity follow.'</i>


I've seen a lot in my day - some good, some bad. And I know when I'm being led down a dark path.


These sigils... what were they for?


I think the thin air might be getting to you, Karlach.


*You recognise the corpse being tended - the girl Arabella's father.*


... she gives you... exactly what... was promised...


Besides, I have business to attend to, wares to sell. Our great endeavour cannot run on faith alone - we need funds. Have a look, if you wish.


Tried to protect... our grove...


<i>Hta'lak k'rith ma'har!</i>


We need not speak of trust. Only using the creature as it no doubt means to use us.<br>


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


Attack Critical<br>var3


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


G - G - G - (<i>erratum emendo</i>) You are welcome to pass, citizen. Lord Gortash looks forward to making your acquaintance.


<i>You thought you were my first ally?</i>


Placing a crèche somewhere so unassuming could be strategic.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


*Sigh.* You drive a hard bargain. But just the one.


Did you see him? The traitor? Disgusting.


I survived the hells when Elturel fell. Compared to that, slipping out of Moonrise was child's play.


I see the good in you, Karlach. I promise not to lose sight of it, even when the Hells burn hottest.


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


Extra Recovered <br>V2


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


This does not belong to me.


*Your refusal has made this a matter for the guards.*


What a thrill. The more abhorrent the creature, the more satisfying the kill.


Let's see.


Morere!


A fight for the fate of Faerûn. A fight we are losing. For now.


A most noble sacrifice, tiefling. Gith's blessings upon you.


My wife and I have been waiting half the day - are you lot gonna help us or not?


I thought we had an understanding, but I guess I'll just entertain myself tonight.


This 'Adamantine Forge' - the same the drow's corpse spoke of?


Watching a bunch of old folks get dumber by the dram-full. And when they run dry...


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Unfortunate.


I will have to seek relief elsewhere.


*The silent servant awaits its sovereign's orders.*


Orpheus will die by my hand. So I have spoken, so it is recorded in slate.


Umberlee despises ditherers.


I'll patch you up.


This'll be mean.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


Flowers as a light source! Necessity really is the mother of invention.


If you've got information, Master Lorroakan will want to speak to you immediately. He speaks of almost nothing else than the Nightsong's retrieval.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Ahh. Flowers, leaves, grass. Can't beat it.


No time to waste.


Kill them all! <i>Bhaal's will be done! </i>


A spell to turn one into many. Could come in handy, especially when I get back to my reading list...


You must have impressed him, to be let out so readily.


A common enough interpretation. Sickness has a nasty habit of making you feel trapped, if only within the confines of your own body.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


What? Now Baelen's dead, I've got to get myself moving. Empty-handed an' all...


A shapeshifter? At least we didn't murder the actual clown.


Out, foul deformity!


Happy birthday, soldier.


You came here in search of a cure, but found a conspiracy instead - I can see how that would be disheartening.


An illusion? Someone's hiding something...


All of this, sitting beneath Moonrise. For how long? And how deep does it go?


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Astarion, I note you and your lover struggle to keep your hands off one another.


*Lae'zel is not exactly the forgiving type. It might be best to keep your bloody secret to yourself.*


ClosedMouth Effort v2


'When the people need a miracle', he said, 'you cannot wait for the gods to answer.' I'd almost forgotten.


Thank you for your mercy, Overseer.


These woods feel unsettling - like they're dangling on the edge between life and death.


I suppose there's plenty of other things that're set on killing me around here...


All right! Time that old bucket got his due.


Your longpig started squealin' yet? Cos if you're drinkin', job must be done - <i>yeah?</i>


To defy a goddess is no small thing, Shadowheart. Perhaps the darkness is not your true nature.


You look smart. Reckon it's worth anything?


High-powered explosives do sound fun, but must we waste them saving lives?


Unless you got hired since we last spoke, you still can't come in here.


I don't really have any other friends, and I like those lads. So I think I'll stick around a while more.


Perhaps... but your thoughts are troubled. Show me <i>everything</i> you have seen.


Let's get that patched up.


AH! Nearly had it!


It's so <i>dark</i> out there.


You could send an elf to sleep!


You want Orpheus dead? You'll have to kill <i>me</i> first.


Hardly a welcoming sight.


The animal never had a chance. The curse consumes everything it touches.<br>


You can die later.


To start with, a reckoning.


I don't like trouble - so don't go causing any.


We faced Bhaal there once before, and I was not ready to count on luck a second time. But luck had no part in it - just you.


Need a pick-me-up?


The traitors' ranks swell - much like a corpse left under the sun. I will take joy in making each and every one of you suffer.


You want a kickin'? Can only make you prettier.


A list of names, including Father Lorgan, who's been crossed off. Targets, maybe?


Take your rest. I will stand watch.


What a curious way to awaken.


Dead drow, publicly displayed. The duergar are sending a message.


Gather your wits, tend to your weapons. It's time to leave this damnable Prism behind, once and for all.


Nature shall provide.


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


Not a good sign that they're bursting to life everywhere.


It would be my pleasure, Karlach - once the Absolute's been crushed for good.


Yuck. What's this stuff?


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Here we go.


Try me.


Stand down, knight. I do not have what you seek!


Or just as easily find it pressed against our throat. I would not put you in danger.


So much we don't know, lingering in the furthest reaches of existence.


In that regard, I can help. For a time, at least.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


(Browse as irresponsibly as you like. Just don't tell the other customers.)


... Boss Ragzlin... and the drow...


Finally. I can <i>think</i> again.


Go on, inside.


Ut ventus!<br>v2


They will be <i>silent!</i> They approach your sanctuary, Majesty.


I would advise a thorough search of Balthazar's chambers at the tower before delving into the mausoleum. Any knowledge we can find may arm us for what is to come.


Butt-kicking, for goodness!


*Lae'zel will surely want to know of this.*


Caedo!


Chk - how quick your mind turns to mush. You unthread the purple seam.


I <i>been </i>patient. So hurry it up, yeah?


Surprisingly spacious. Must have been quite active in its heyday.


If that prick Gortash came nosing around my turf, I'd tell him to stick his gauntlet where the sun don't shine.


For Gaerdal's sake, be careful with that thing.


Hand his carcass to me. Quickly.


To arms! They must not interrupt our sacred night.


Now - why in the hottest hells would a True Soul be helping me?


Gods, we truly are hopeless.


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


Well, shit. And I thought I had it bad.


I hope you're here to fight. You look a sight tougher than the others.


Now you see me...


From me and every Ironhand Gnome in the realm - thank you. You've done more than you could ever know.


Hiiiiiiiii! Want a blade? Or a bow? Or a dagger?


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


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


What in the world is a True Soul. Not to mention the 'Absolute'.


Nothing worth repeating. Corpses don't much go in for commerce. Here, though?


--our design ----


Hells - is it true? I can't believe it. We've lost so much.


Pushed... felt bones break... darkness...


StrugglingOpen<br>var 2


I still have nightmares about it to this day. But I'm sure you only did so to lower the suspicions of the Flaming Fist. Surely?


Let's hope not. Because you won't like the consequences if you do.


Gustas dulcis!


Got it! Looks like it might belong to the Counting House...


You removed my hex? Ah, that's annoying.


Voco flagella!


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


My blade will taste of your flesh, Ketheric, and so settle a century-old score.


Watch it - the acid's altered his brew.


Together, she and Karlach razed the Hells, and made Zariel tremble with their might.


It's lovely...


Now get out.


Rank, malodorous pustule.


But- agh, I have worked for <i>years </i>on my music, I just have to bring my songbook safely to Baldur's Gate.


The road to Baldur's Gate is a long one. Who knows how long it'll take these folks to get there on foot?


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


One of Nere's magic lamps. You won't last without one.


Sorry, sir. Thank you, sir.


Oh, sure. Cultists on the loose, a murderer hacking people to bits, and big metal freaks stomping hither, thither, and yon.


I will not let you down.


I told you, Bug. At least Phil will be safe.


Effort v4


To battle!


Ugh - what a horrid sight that was.


Hells, not these again!


I have felt you coming, Sharran. The first in a century.


All it needs is a spark.


Quod dico face!<br>v3


Te video!<br>v3


Look here!


A stitch in time saves... well. You know.


At best, it will kill you and everyone else in this city. At worst, it will assimilate you, and you won't have enough free will left to even <i>wish</i> you were dead.


I don't deserve you, my friend.


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


After all that we have done together, you would leave me now?


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


<i>You </i>would speak of punishment to me?


Glowing eyes are rarely a good sign. Best be careful.


You are that hope.


Volo non fugia!


I swear to you, on all I am, I'm not what you think.


Wonder if the gods are watching me.


Not yet, anyhow.


But he might be. And if he is, I'll find him and bring him back.


GaspFrightened<br>var 1


Try not to get into trouble... too much trouble, at least.


My skills are wasted on this one.


The cult got inside your head too?


Gods. What will I tell the others?


If he's there, I plan to find him.


*You wonder if your misdeed will be noticed.*


Good news is, I got more on sale. Interested?


I'll never forget what you did to my lute. But thank you. You bought the little ones time to hide.


Hm. Wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


So. What happens next?


Might fit that chest.


If only you knew how much went unsaid.


...Jergal...


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


I'll be a little treat for you, then.


Should dangerous research be suppressed for the common good?


GOLD. MORE GOLD? I REQUIRE GOLD.


I am nothing more than your ally, now - and barely even that.


Your knight in magic armour.


Lead the way, Astarion.


I need help.


You drow relish turning on your own, if there's something to be gained. Don't pretend otherwise.


Attack Critical<br>


Don't know what Keene was thinking, inviting Zhentarim in in the first place. Like trying to leash a bloody viper.


Turn around and walk away. While you've still got legs to walk on.


Citius!


Ugh - the scraps of a Nightfall feast.


A curious place, this camp. One foot in nature, and the other in the city that awaits beyond.


Death on the battlefield is one thing. This is just ruthless.


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 4


No. Debt's a stone 'round your neck, and we Ironhands like to walk tall. We'll be fine.


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


Siccut cattus!


Too much dust to be a new outpost. I wonder why my brethren abandoned this place.


Gigans!


With a flick of the wrist.


Dying Panic Fall


Atta boy.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Does Mr Mnemonis know about this, sir?


Ahem.


This <i>outsider </i>will take word once I've spoken to him. We must focus on the rite.


They invented the Steel Watchers. And they're building an army of them.


It's one of their worms, for sure, but this one gives you powers - telepathic connections. And it doesn't turn you into one of them.


This is your father's true legacy. Not his children - but the fear they plant in <i>us</i>. The savagery it blossoms into.


But what does the parasite take in return? It is a horror, wrapped in honey - stay your sweet tooth, says Boo.


But Minsc would be dead. You are heard and understood, Rion.


<i>In fact, 'hole' may the perfect word to describe the tavern...</i>


Fools.


Nothing wrong with a nice subdued ambience. It can help flatter even the homeliest of faces.


Fancy amulet like this is probably enchanted. Gale, take a look.


Boo says smite! That means I must hit you very hard, I think.


Shout


Fish here! Get yer fish here!


With haste.


Perhaps you hoped to learn your place in history before you are erased from it. A bright flash of clarity before the snuffing-out.


Clausus!


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


Don't think I didn't see that with yer slippery fingers.


*You recall stories of a prince riding a comet just like this one.*


I won't press for answers you won't give.


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


Ohhh, that makes way more sense. Let me try again!


A list of names... Father Lorgan's on here, crossed off. A target list, perhaps?


Is it dead? Already?


Look upon her.


No way, hee hee! I know my rights and I have nothing to hide!


Then come back with the one who is.


Illuminating.


Love the new look. Softer, less severe. It suits you.


In truth - I do not know. I raised them to make their own choices, as your father did you.


I was right about you. <i>Drugnin' </i>monster. You... you...


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


This is not my sacrifice to make.


Let's hope the locals are friendly.


<i>How Gortash or the other Chosen learned of its existence, I do not know. </i>


Did you see something happen? You called for us.


Malleus! v2


We should rest these weary bones of ours.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


You picked the wrong fight, friend.


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


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 2


I'm not paid to talk. If you want something, speak to Zenovia.


Perhaps later,  when we're alone...


They key's ours now. Now what's this engraving? Ah - this opens the Counting House.<br>


Falling<br>Var 3


Do what you must, Gale. Mystra has weighed upon your heart and mind for too long.


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


*You feel her mind flare in anger - she's sensed your intrusion.*


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


I am made malleable by the flames in you. By the inferno of the Hells. But I cannot touch you. I can have no part of you - none!


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Might be better to leave it alone. No sense tempting trouble.


*A chill runs up your spine. You feel like you're being watched.*


No, Gale!


Getting warmer, warmer, <i>hot.</i>


Danger is afoot - I cannot spare the time  for words just now.


I have missed you. And now you're all mine, and I'm all yours. Until morning at least.


Barrelstalk, bloated with poison. Better leave it be.


Fool. He should've used the threat of the cane over the cane itself. Now those beasts are ready to charge.


And so I am exposed to the instincts of a pure Bhaalspawn. I should have known. Yours is a nature not to be contained.


Impero te!<br>v3


F... fine. Heads or tails?


Yes, child. Speak the <i>Tla'ket</i>. Meditate on its verses.


They nearly left us to the goblins. <i>Disgusting.</i>


Victory<br>


Lae'zel! Was that a <i>joke</i>?


Oh, I wouldn't say that. Just a man who's been living with the consequences of his actions for a tad too long.


I know what you need.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


You've made a grave mistake.


Tremors. And nothing natural about them, I'd wager.


From the Underdark to the swamp. Lovely.


A welcome advantage.


I could get rid of the worm in my head and still walk in the sun. I'd finally be free of the hunger.


Ah! There you are. I admit, I got curious.


The toys from the barn - he must have made them here.


He's inside. Keep to the right... an' follow the screams.


Looks like the barrier's turned off. Lucky me.


Ugh. Thought I'd lost the Blade of Frontiers on the mind flayer ship.


Dammit. Go see if there's another way in!


Gods damn it, I'm sorry. I know you wouldn't draw her on us.


Effort v10


My little trick.


Well... I asked you here because... Gods. Never mind.


We can't have that, can we? It would be <i>very dangerous</i>.


Te video!<br>v3


Damn - the brew's acquired a spark!


*You peer inside the Moonlantern; it's dull inside, like whatever made it glow has vanished.*


More for me.


The littl'un loves cake...


There's an animal hiding in that shell, I bet.


Hot hot HOT!


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Well, we're not getting in this way.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Him, I'll hit once. You won't be so lucky. Get out of the way.


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


It... it's not meant to be. You are <i>ghaik</i>. As noble as you are, this is a threshold I cannot cross.


Omeluum is correct.


Hm - the other part of that ring. Once repaired, it could be useful.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


My friend's blood not enough? Come to rip me open too?


I'll give you that. Songs lie, flesh can't - and you look plenty battle-worn.


It brings me closer to Lady Shar. One day, all of our eyes will feast on her endless darkness.


Trap! Be cautious.


*Whatever depraved magic this is, it's beyond your deity's reckoning.*


Does it hurt, Sarevok? To be confronted with yet another of your brood who is not so desperate for daddy's attention as you are?


Take it somewhere else. My hands are full.


Whatever happens, we love you all the same.


Free for the taking.<br>


<i>Yurgir - make use of yourself!</i>


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


There are Gauntlets of Hill Giant Strength within the House of Hope. Free passage, and you fetch them for me. Deal?


This is not the time to start invading each other's minds.


Don't let that place cast a shadow on your head forever.


You've but one chance. Join me, or die.


Ngh... Staunch my wounds, Dark Lady...


Nice punch. Maybe next time, try a simple hello.


*Whatever madness this spirit suffers was inflicted by Lathander's enemies - followers of Shar. And this madness may flow into you.*


The god-corpse <i>Tu'narath</i>... Palace of Whispers...


Advancing.


Mizora's still in that pod. If we open this door, the Hells will swallow me on the spot.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


Leave this place...


There you go, <i>hero</i>. Don't let the fame go to your head - if it gets any fatter, it'll explode.


Morbidus!


I see. Then we should rest the topic for now, then. Perhaps the dream will yet prove true... or I will have to wake and face reality.


You're cute.


Got to... move quick... <i>Gods it hurts...</i>


The Iron Throne is no more? Gond, let my wife be safe. I'll do anything, just let her be all right.


Stuck no more.


Ubi es?<br>v2


Carrion's presence lingers here. He will return, unless his ties to this plane are severed.


Ah!


The goblins will be out for blood after what happened at the grove.


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


*Another vision. Karlach's blade raised, slicing through devils - Zariel's servants - as her eyes dart around, seeking escape.*


I was joking. You really aren't that interesting.


Machine made them hostile.


I know!


A mephit?!


The hands are too big. And I don't like the colours.


Well, that's what you get for being greedy.


Still another githyanki disc - about the prince Orpheus, maybe. Lae'zel could make sense of it.


Nothing important is ever easy.


And <i>I </i>do not need to suffer a stranger in our midst, gambling with our very lives without explaining <i>why.</i>


Wait, no! Come back! I haven't blessed you yet!


Watch it - that hyena's going for help!