Decapitated, hands down. It's quicker. You?


A Sharran crossbow. As magnificent as the Dark Lady herself.


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


*Not exactly a god - but not far off. Your patron recoils, but not before leaving a word of advice - <i>caution</i>.*


You don't look that strong, for someone who survived their training.


Dead. Seems these True Souls have their limits.


First I damn near die at the hands of goblins. Then I get sucker-punched by a bloody <i>half-breed</i>.


'Facemaker Fashion: Dress like every day could be your last!'


Retrieved.


Better move in carefully.<br>


Don't know how we're going to get Gronch into the city, wounded as he is. But we have to.


What...? This place reeks of evil. It must be purged.


May you share in nature's power.


Zevlor... Hellrider... but <i>cast out...</i>


Need to find a way forward.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


This wine's poisonous.


Falling


No one's attacking me, eh? This mask is certainly doing the trick.


Then this is where we part ways. Shar forgive me, I was so close... Farewell.


*You recognise the names - herbs known to relieve the symptoms of a hangover.*


Bah - you look sick as a cadaver. What's come over you?


Here. Your fee for bringing the Nightsong to me. Lorroakan used me as his purse-holder - idiot needed his fingers to count.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


Now <i>this </i>will hurt.


Because you needed to speak to it. Because it feels... correct. Fitting.


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic. I think Gale might be interested.


Gods above - what happened?


*Horrified, you withdraw your hand instinctively, before whatever's lurking inside can react.*


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


May I never see this place again. Gods.


I've got what you need.


The brain must be close...


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


We need to thin the goblin numbers quickly if we're to have any chance of survival.


You are not capable of following its teachings.


Refreshing.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


A fine evening, don't you think?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Like ma always wanted.


I smell their blood on you still. I'd have liked to have tasted it.


I've never seen darkness like this before. It's unsettling.


'The Lord of Murder shall perish...'


So beautiful. Like Shar's embrace...


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Tu es nihil!


Tut. So much potential, gone to waste. Watchers - the Absolute's assassins walk among us!


Tasty.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 3


I regret this already.


Not if you want to be sure you have Umberlee on your side.


It's got a beak like any other chicken, don't it? Let's just bloody play.


Come on little one, come on now - it's time to come out.


I guess it shall remain a mystery, now and forevermore.


When I see a creature as sweet as that, I hardly miss the Gate at all.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


It's to be expected - some families just don't get along.


*Kagha's voice breaks and her lips tremble. She heard reason in your words.*


This should burn going down.


<i>Ulma. Your Gur hunters will turn this tide. Join me.</i>


I am here to be your ear, as you bear your burdens, and the arms that protect you, if you can shoulder them no more.


I'd ask you to explain yourself, but it's clear you have no idea what you want. I hope you figure it out before anyone else gets hurt.


Uh-huh. Flour - nine whole sacks. Just don't think too hard about where they came from.


The under-harnesses are often used for strapping oneself onto a red dragon.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 3


The Weave knows her purpose. It will guide her plainly, if she listens.


An arbiter of certain matters. But that is not important now.


Dwarf... dressed in red...


Gladly. Let's put an end to this, once and for all.


Gods, what a hellish thing to be trapped in.


Almost done?


The broadsheet's gone to pot ever since I left.


The more I find, the more curious I get.


Swift as my feet can carry me.


Pfft. As solid as the djinni's hind-quarters.


Thank you.


Gaudy thing. Maybe it can be sold for something more useful.


Shapeshifter assassins? Makes it hard to trust anyone.


*The stakes of the task ahead are clear. The Absolute threatens more than Faerûn. It threatens the goddess of magic herself.*


But that did help me free Liam, back in the goblins' camp. Silver lining, I suppose...


...I won't say anything... just don't hurt me - please.


Not until I have recovered, if you wouldn't mind.


Dying Burning


Silvanus forgive me for what I must do.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Erm...<i>Pidge.</i>


A warded door. Better open it gently.


You - <i>joined</i> them?! Shit.


Hmm. HMMMMM.


Kiai<br>Var 4


Te exsecror!<br>v3


Sounds like a fight. What's going on?


Someone else got out.


Another scrying eye, same as the one skulking around the goblins' camp.


Aye - brutal is putting it lightly. Maybe we should have just surrendered, but...


*Pain grips your skull as the eyes stare into you - then look away. The connection is broken.*


I'm all for thieving, but let's not be hasty. Steal this and the devil <i>will</i> notice.


Next, the threat of the Absolute's monstrous armies formed by Myrkul's general, Ketheric Thorm.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


Save me, I'm begging you!


Have to make some new rings soon. I'm nearly out.


Urrrgh... <i>magga cammara</i> - those pustulent thugs!


*While it's an odd philosophy for a racketeer - the sentiment would fit a follower of the Nightbringer perfectly.*


Extra Recovered


Yes, we're right where we need to be, under her gaze. This is the right path - let's continue.


Dragonborn...


You've finally found yourself a following, Mother Superior. And you only had to hollow out their heads to do it.


Might be useful.


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


So you do. And I thought you'd abandoned them, more fool me.


Your body is gone, but your mind is more beautiful than ever. Before, I could hold all that you are in my thoughts.


Vae victis!<br>v3


Another who wants to control me.


This is gonna be a rush.


Weapons. And time has taken their edge, it seems.


Closed Mouth Effort


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


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


<i>There you are.</i>


Well, perhaps I might pay a visit once he's settled, offer some advice. A bit of infernal altruism, if you will.


An ode for you? <i>Odour</i>, mayhaps.


Mari - look at her. She's miserable. Alone. <i>Pathetic. </i>


<i>You still don't trust me? After all we've been through?</i>


I know some people were afraid of them, but I loved looking at those Steel Watchers marching around the city. So strong and athletic. Made me feel safe.


What in the hells, Astarion? You tried to bite me last night!


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


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


I'm coming.


Our relationship disturbs them. It is not only me they conspire to assassinate. They will kill us both.


We're in this together.


You and your foolish friend can rage all you want, Karlach. Zariel will never let you go; return home now and spare your comrades - and yourself - a gruesome death.


It's all right. I didn't expect myself to feel anything.


No - what we should be pursuing is knowledge. We need to learn more about that crown.


Ex Textura!


*The cat glares at you with utter hatred - you took the tadpole, its prey, and it will remember this slight.*


*Your father's courage is an inspiration. You will make a name for yourself, you will conquer all of the city's ills. The people will know you forever as the Heart of the Gate.*


That means Ethel knows I'm here - and that I have <i>it</i>. Helm protect me - I'm dead.


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


Oh! Um. Hi?


There for the taking.


Attack Critical<br>


Always.


Victory v3


To see Kagha pay? <i>Everything.</i> You'll get your coin.


A Flaming Fist - a novice, actually. She dropped everything to make sure I made it here safe.


If you require my life, so be it. I am yours, Nightsinger. Now and always.


Gith's spirit help me, but it does. We have thwarted the <i>ghaik</i> Grand Design. I have honoured my people, I have secured their future. My duty is fulfilled.


No kind the world will suffer for the absence of. And, I hope, there are plenty on mortal soil who would regret my absence.


If it has, it might be for the best.


Nere can handle himself. Reason I joined - I know which way the lava flows.


Horrifying. We should check on the girl.


My, my. Your lust for the neck-pricker is succulent - I'd like to take a bite out of him myself.


We find Voss in the Sharess' Caress taproom. <i>Orpheus tavki na'zin!</i>


It wasn't <i>just </i>Father Lorgan.


Tell that to the dead at the gate.


You would not be the first to turn the taint in your blood to your advantage. But there are barriers a Bhaalspawn must overcome, first.


Don't know what you're talking about.


*Sigh.* Losing Ffion's slashed a big hole in my coinpurse. I should get to replacing her.


Evil comes in many forms.


Well. That is not <i>entirely </i>true.


Vincere est vivere!


How could you let that corpse take her?!


Sahuagin. But what has roused them from their cold and bubbly beds, Boo?


Hurry up, then!


I know it's stupid. It's all I have of her, is all.


She seeks to sacrifice you in our Father's temple.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 3


You're not dying. Not on my watch.<br>


That looks painful.


Come here... please!<br>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Cling to that if you must, but know it is a lie. He's <i>mine</i>.


Gale, I've heard you talking in your sleep. Your mate needs better rest for our journey.


But don't you miss your parents?


Give me Thrumbo's flesh, and the Torch is yours.


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


A gem. Might be valuable.


Let me give it a try. RRaaaghRGRGGRGH!


A word of advice then - you might not get as warm a welcome as in days gone by.


Not bad, all things considered.


That song...


That makes sense. She does have a flair for the dramatic.


More of those sea-folk from before. Spoiling for a fight again.


Back and forth. You're like to make me dizzy.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


All mine.


I won't leave you.<br>


By Silvanus, I just want my bed.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Gortash requests your presence in the audience hall, citizen. Do not keep him waiting.


The Watchers just want to keep us safe, why don't people get that?


This should help.


I'd give anything to do what he does...


It would be a waste of effort to strike her again.


Barbarian Roar<br>v4


Thanks. But that won't be necessary. We'll find help at Waukeen's Rest.


Your breath and body - the heat of <i>you</i>. You know what it does to me.


Steer clear now, I don't want any of that trouble I read about.


Between you and me, I can't really read that good - but you do make a fine artist's rendition.


No ordinary collector would have such jewels. This is a diabolist's treasure.


I'm out.


How does this <i>pastry</i> taste worse the second time?


We should rest these weary bones of ours.


That was not what I expected to see today.


The map is clear - I will soon reach a githyanki crèche. It lies within an ancient temple at the mountain pass.<br>


Raphael's passage back to Baldur's Gate. He shall soon return, I assume.


Let's move.<br>


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


This place is almost untouched by the squalor of the surface. If I ruled this city, this is where I would make my home.


Vos curo!<br>v2


Seems like nature's provided a shortcut.


<i>I see... Then he must not have received my update.</i>


Good. I'd rather you die as Minsc the mad Rashemaar. It's silly, but - d'you know you were something of a hero of mine, when I was young?


Canto te!<br>v3


Idle<br>var 4


There's a thieving rat in the barracks, I'm telling you. Unless you think my good helm grew legs and walked off.


Recovered <br>V4


Whatever we had - whatever <i>this </i>was - it's over.


GaspSurprised<br>var 2


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Look, once you've spoken to Wulbren we can talk, all right?


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


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


Pallida mors!<br>v2


I'm ever so glad Master Figaro was saved - I'd have been out of a job otherwise!


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


Let's see what this does.


The Grand Design. The restoration of the mind flayer empire. The dream of all illithids.


All's well that ends... not as bad as it could have.


Tell me, sweet creature: does your flesh taste as honeyed as I could hope for?


Listen. Tune your minds beyond the frequency of the Prism's psychic collapse, and you can hear the sonorous, metronomic tick before the final tock.


Great Guard Helm, allow us peace in this plane and beyond.


I can't force her. But I don't want to watch, either. I can't.


No one hides like a Harper.


Mate, it's your birthday - you deserve to cut loose!


I reckon those warriors holding the bridge can be fought off... if it comes to that.


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


Rather unsuccessfully, it would seem. <br>


Not bad - I've had better days. And worse ones.


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


It seems Jaheira's devotion to Minsc was stronger than her devotion to defeating the brain - and saving her city.


An ode for you? <i>Odour</i>, mayhaps.


Is this the Underdark? Gods take me.


Seems as though the Absolute's attracting followers from all kinds of places.


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


Thou shalt think about it now, and I shall give the answer. Mind flayers are soulless.


Really? Her? <br>


Away, you pox'd nun!


And, if you don't mind me saying, it seems they got to you too. There's infernal machinery inside you, right? Very, very <i>hot </i>infernal machinery.


Behold, sisters, the very face of ignorance - one who mistakes tenderness for torture.


You.


I didn't come this far just to give up at the final hurdle. We're leaving this place together. I'm going to take care of you.


<i>Nnnearrgh!  </i>My hand... ahh...


It's I who should be saying such things. Do not think I leave you without a heart as heavy as your own. But I owe it to myself to follow where destiny leads.


No hope of clearing this without a shovel.


Godsdamn it, Halsin. We can't hold out forever!


Phew. Another one down.


UnderstandAh<br>var 1


Shout


Quit knocking around in there!


*Whyever not? After all, you are an illithid - whatever flaws plagued you as a human are long behind you now.*


Everyone is so excited about leaving now. But without Arabella - it doesn't matter. None of it matters.


Well, well. What do you open?


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


My hamster made me do it.


Shar was right to punish your transgression, child, but she should not have discarded you so cruelly.


Come on, there's got to be a way to open it!


My opinion on such matters would be an uninformed one, I'm afraid. But is there anything within my expertise you wished to discuss?


Keeping low.


To take the hand is strange. To take nothing else is even stranger.


'Mysterious' is an <i>understatement</i>. Beggars bloody belief, more like.


And now it's offering us power. If we're willing to 'evolve'.


It seems like Wyll and Karlach will play nice from now on. Saves us having to pick sides.


Surge!


What's keeping the old turnip?


<i>Ghaik</i> aren't the only abominations here, it seems.


Follow me. The Mapping will reveal the path to you, if you are indeed worthy.


Vlaakith's gift.


I hope these formalities don't last long.


Auntie is so kind. I love her. I love her so much.


Clearly you know nothing of this, <i>vin'iisk</i>. No matter, it will be found. Make for the crèche.


No! Cease now, before you doom us all!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Another illithid parasite. You should take it.


But I count you as a friend. My closest, in all honesty. Please - dance with me. If we must burn with the Hells' fires, let us burn together.


Tsk. He can be so indulgent of his favourites.


Look now - the guildmaster's little hunt is bringing all sorts of new faces out of the woodwork.


Do you mean to judge me if I were, <i>darthiir</i>?


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Should mind my step.


He called me here. <i>Trapped</i> me. Pathetic, childish little boy.


My heart, my mind, my blade. All are yours, my lady.


*It is like fireworks in your skull. His trust is quickly waning.*


Karlach has had her mortality defined to her in most cruel terms... I do not know if we can help her, but perhaps we can at least be there for her.


<i>Sarevok'cha tsk'in'va</i>. Or as they say in the local parlance: Sarevok can eat shit.


Does it now? Then let's see how you fare with a less - energetic style.


That crown sits on a gargantuan elder brain bent on destroying us and everything we hold dear. Understanding it's true nature might unlock the means of our victory.


But I have to find him before I can face him. So let's focus on that, shall we?


A word of warning, Astarion: I taste absolutely <i>awful</i>.


Because you are wise. You know the fear and mistrust that can grip people's hearts all too easily. There are cruel limits to who they can accept as their saviour.


*Are there any doors that gold can't open? Perhaps, but not this one. You may enter as freely as you please.*


We hope so, it's going to be right on our doorstep!


I - I'm scared. But I don't want them to hurt me anymore. Maybe I should go...


You can't die - not like this!


<i>PERISH!</i>


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


Magis amica veritas!


Hm. All right.


What's going on with that rune? Looks unstable somehow.


All towers fall in the end. Thorm is vanquished - that was my purpose.


On my way.


I AM NO MORTAL.


I am transported. I see the grove, the green, the grace before me!


Or is he?


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v3


For the best. The <i>ghaik</i> earned its fate.


Those vampire spawn came for you, didn't they Astarion? Good thing you're charming enough to fight for.


Someone's got it out for us. Find the bastard!


You could send an elf to sleep!


Menzoberranzan. Drow city.


Minsc has seen much of evil's ways. Enough to make him angry. To make him want to clutch at evil's throat and <i>wring </i>justice from it with his bare hands!<br>


It's a long time since I was in a house of healing. Gods, it's depressing.


Have you back on your feet soon.


Well this is new. That door wasn't covered with weird, magical energy before.


I have just the thing.


Keen to talk.


Y-y-you one of them? The fangy ones?


<i>Istik</i>, I will not warn you again - get away from the egg.


All gone... devoured by the shadows. Oak Father preserve us, it's just like a hundred years ago.


Safe for now, at least.


Your breath reeks of blood-iron. You slink like a darkling and preen like a parrot.


Go wake him up - and tell 'im I sent ya.


To exist outside the confines of his doctrine was something I welcomed. It was no punishment.


Am I... <i>explosive?!</i>


You will keep your magic in hand, saer. In our Enver's own home! Disgusting.


The Weave.


I'm not seeing any. Do let me know if it turns up.<br>


I've got you.


No, that's the thing. I can't quite figure them out.


Ubi es?


Watch it - the acid's altered his brew.


*You realise she seeks the artefact you carry.*


Mors certa!<br>v2


Good riddance to it, but you still need to find the heart. Without that, he'll never be stopped.


That's not my chest.


*Especially when one of them is the Blade of Avernus. Yes, he'll have to go.*


*In this endless sea of understanding, you find truth. There is no cleansing, no ascension, no Chosen. Vlaakith will take Lae'zel's life essence for herself.*


I've got you!


Oh - oh my. Must be what's left of that would-be extortionist.<br>


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


It's good, innit?


Better get to work.<br>


Can't risk being in open view.


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


<i>Half</i>-elf. And maybe we should travel together for now... in the interest of survival.


The commander I was... not the slave... I became...


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


Falling


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 3


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


Conall! You lost my ball!


Te absolvo!


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


All mine.


That mirror reflects nothing - it only consumes, and offers darkness.


I think I'd like to put Shar behind me, and find somewhere peaceful. Away from the city, perhaps.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


Oh, enough. Zhentarim! TO ARMS!


The same way he dealt with my arrow in his eye, I suspect. Much as I share your desire for a simple life - we must try another way.


Inficio!


Seemed to work.<br>


Oh dear, a familiar corpse. Shadowheart, wasn't it?


I bet we can work out how to open it.


Let's hope we find him in one piece.


Dying Burning<br>v5


You bloody fool! After all we've been through!


Ferio!


Deadlier than ever.


That so? Then your corpse should be more than willing. <i>Zavagh!</i>


It belongs to the goddess Shar - according to the Harpers, it fell here when they defeated Ketheric - the one who tried to have me kidnapped.


Would that be the same Mystra that is responsible for his plight? I am sure she has his best interests at heart.


I call upon you, gracious patron, to rid me of this worm.


<i>Foulbloods</i> ain't known for courage.


Better not die on me.


Not that you'll be grateful.


That corpse - a tiefling. But not one I recognise.


Mmmn. That smells delicious.


That explains the unfinished statues. The impaled skeletons, not so much.


Destroy their factory, for the sake of the city.


<i>Blaze </i>Portyr will get to you when she gets to you.


Effort


How dare you - I'm a consummate lover.


Victory v2


Voco flagella!


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


Then I go where you go. Waterdeep wouldn't be home without you, anyway.


A mouse couldn't squeeze through those vines.


Hope your soul is in good hands.


Enough, Barcus. Pay your friend whatever it is you owe him and leave me out of it.


Have you come beg-begging, sniffing for our stones? Gortash won't like that. A throat his black hand can't choke the spit from.


A bit shocked, but friend, it's a relief and a pleasure to make your acquaintance.


Trust a priest not to say it plain - he's dead, then. Gods damn it, Zevlor.


But I come from a long line of women with a dab hand at such things.


*She is but the hack-doctor who half-pieced you together, after whatever caused your head to get in this mess.*


Your hero is coming.


Priestess Gut and our boss Ragzlin, are fearsome powerful now. Same as that drow.


UnderstandAh<br>var 2


Mutatis mutandis!


We get along quite well, I think.


Please, I'm not -


Hm. This must activate elsewhere.


Non movere!<br>v2


The blood is on my hands, in the end. No more.


I couldn't help overhearing. So Mystra wants to talk, does she? Not every day a god asks for a chat.


Never a dull moment.


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


How you screamed as my knife slit your skull, your brain juices sticky and sweet.


*The runes engraved on the black metal mean nothing to you. You keep examining it.*


He's - dead? So perishes the city. I can - I can scarcely bear it.


These tracks... goblins?


They're damn near chomping at the bit. What's the plan?


You'll just have to see what is in store.


Hells, not these again!


Farewell.


*You cured yourself and all the other infected.*


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


I can't stand here and do nothing.


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


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


Claw marks and spells. Is this Halsin's doing? Did he return to the grove?


*Falling into your trance should have been as easy as breathing, yet peace eludes you.*


I can't say it comes as a surprise. But you should know this:


Yes, got it!


Thank goodness that's all dealt with. The odds are stacked high enough against us already. No need to turn on each other.


<i>We can use stealth or force - just as long as we move quickly.</i>


Well, not a true vampire. A spawn named Astarion.


As long as we stand together, we can never be truly broken.


He's going to notice you nosing around in his house. I hope you're ready to face a very angry devil.


It would mean the world to me.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


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


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


Oculus tempestatis!


I went to greet Elturel's High Overseer - only for the archdevil Zariel to drag the city into the Hells.


An aasimar for an ally. I feel the odds shifting in our favour already.


Maker... of faces... and fashions...


Better not be cursed.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Do not panic.


Wyll, you are a man of great vigour. Why have you not sought a mate any of these nights we have camped?


Stand together! Protect one another! Arm in arm, the oaks outlast the storm!


Diminuo te!<br>v3


Smart choice.


No. No, we're done here. Let's go.


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


Renovations. P-please our clutter the pardon.


These people died years ago, trust me on that. All that's left are feral spawn, desperate for blood.


So quiet here, without Bareki...


Keep going! Get to the transponder!


<i>It's concerning that something could come between us like that, especially when we are so close to the elder brain. </i>


But you didn't bring the Hammer. It's the only thing that can break my chains.


Hush. Eyes on your host.


The Dark Justiciar promised she was gonna chat with 'em. She <i>promised.</i>


That's not going to work.


Better save any rescue attempts until dawn. Darkness is no ally in the pursuit of such an enemy.


If I must.


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


Whatever fits in that socket must power this thing.


You know her. Which means you know what the fiend's capable of.


Umbrae!


He's too dangerous to have around. We'd always be sleeping with one eye open.


It's calling for backup! Might even the odds.


The hag's lair again. Better be careful while Auntie Evil is still around.


Effort v10


Oh-ho! I appreciate your zeal - but I think we've all learned a lesson here about <i>risk</i>, yes?


She wanted me to bring him back to life. Little fool thought it would fix everything.


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


Yeah, I know you. Despite the Mouth's shoddy inkwork, I knew it. You're that scoundrel from the latest edition.


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


Losing his mind was the only good he ever did by me.


On to the city. After what you showed us, I damn well pity any who try and keep us out.


Terribly sorry for the <i>inconvenience, </i>but yes, if you wouldn't mind.


*Killing. Now, that sounds like your first good idea.*


Drunk <br>V2


<i>Bane's Chosen has fallen - his Netherstone is yours. You have done well.</i>


Gods... she's incredible.


Karlach, <i>zhak vo'n'fynh duj</i>. Know this - I am forever yours.


Pallida mors!


Mother, I'm fine.


Nocturnus!


Sorry. Are you here for Waveservant Holli's funeral? It's already started - they're just inside.


That is what I needed to know. It should be cause for joy, but... that poor man didn't have to die.


Maybe not... but <i>you </i>are. I need you to rescue my kin.


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


Dragons - overhead! <i>Stay low.</i>


Inveniam viam!


Thanks for bringing the crew back. If I open a shop in Baldur's Gate you're gonna get a discount! Not, like, a big one, but still.


My mum gave me that locket on her godsdamned deathbed. The boy took the thing. I know it.


That's not a blade made by humans. My kin must be nearby.


Yes. And she acts as Lady Shar's voice amongst mortals. She <i>must </i>be doing the Nightsinger's bidding... I just don't know what it all means.


Enough! This is madness!


Let's focus on surviving first.


Let's see if you're actually as tough as your disguise makes you... come on!


Come on. Up.


Effort v9


What path lies before me?<br>


A bold claim given your current circumstances. I have not assembled my forces here just to spectate.


An unlikely place for such a fortunate find.


Helping... a friend...


Hells' great fires - you were on the ship.


That's true - but he never got kidnapped by a devil either.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 2


That's it, you're almost there. The <i>zaith'isk</i> never fails.


*You draw her closer, with all the vim of a lover's first embrace.*


Closed Mouth Effort v8


*When the prayer ends, vines curl upwards from the earth and thorns sprout forth.*


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


<i>(Between us, even Master Lorroakan was reluctant to house them in his tower. The pen is mightier than the magic wand, apparently.)</i>


Waukeen's clipped coins, no. Faith is an over-flooded market. Transport, however -


For a mere pittance of coin, I might summon the worthiest among them to lend aid to thy undertaking.


Not sure what the other mushrooms are.


Alive. But a Harper no more. He's better off out of it.


This vessel's service lies with those of great import. Thou art not.


*North - Last Light Inn
South - Reithwin Town*


They say not to go poking bears. Perhaps we should apply that to oxen.


Oh, my hand slipped.


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


Won't shed tears over a goblin, but still - not a pretty scene.


Well - whatever you're into.


'West - Baldur's Gate. East - Elturel.'


What <i>is </i>this place? And what the fuck has Gortash been doing here?


Yes. As an ally - or <i>occasional </i>opponent - I know him to be an honourable man. He raised you well.


Step soft, my friend. Such places are full of traps, and Minsc is too often finding them with foot and face.


Ahhh, that's it. No one manages the nuances quite like you.


We're in the middle of nowhere. The gods must have it out -


I've got something special for you.


Charming!


You will regret this, two-legs. No cave is deep enough to hide you.


Stuck fast. Got to be another way to open it.<br>


This artefact must've been precious to the monks.


I smell a trap.


I thought it was always agonising, Omeluum.


Listen - the psionic detector. Githyanki are lurking nearby.


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


Get yer art here, fresh off the easel.


That key could mean Vlaakith's end - and that of my people.


It's Bonecloak's! I'm Baelen. Hello, nice to meet you.


But above, you will stand in Her very presence. Such an honour requires... more.


Voco arvina!<br>v2


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Hold on, I'm coming.


This is nothing but junk!


Secreti umbrarum!


Pallida mors!<br>v2


You'll need to bleed and carve this city if you want to turn him to grave meat. He shivers at the thought.


A Guardian of Faith spell. All this time, and it still holds strong.


The Wavemother sees all - even you.


I fly now to Vlaakith, our Undying Queen. She will see your faith rewarded in this plane and ours.


One problem at a time - deal with the bodies.


Of course I am. But we can talk about this later - let's go.


That stench... dead owlbear prey, no doubt.


Where does it hurt?


Dying Burning<br>v3


Wyll, your playmate's wasting precious time. Let's see about getting his priorities fixed.


Some don't take patrolling seriously, but they're wrong.


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


Oi, ugly!


Your place is to die so I might <i>finally </i>live.


A cave. Best stay sharp - I've been out of the dark for a while.


As long as they do their jobs, they can sing sea shanties for all I care.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 2


Maledicte es!<br>v2


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


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


And I'll take either one. Good to have you here.


No. NO. I CHOP!


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


Fuck you, Rolan.


Damn thing could blot out the sun.


Let's focus on surviving first.


It sounded like a cat being strangled. <i>Godsdammit.</i>


Ahhhhhhhh! Okay, I feel better.<br>


Argh! I just don't... I don't understand how this happened. What went wrong.


Most excellent.


None of this matters, all right? We need to get her back. And fast.


With my condition as volatile as it is, I fear any undue, er, excitement, may tip it over the edge. So to speak.


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


Rather a rustic burial - but I suppose it's better than no burial at all.


How will he react? He has a stout heart, but <i>this</i>...?


The Zhentarim - mercenaries and cut-throats. Useful friends, if you can afford them.


Th-thank you for sharing, sir.


Our time is short. The elder brain is held beneath the city. We must go to it if we're to control it.


If it comes to that... I may. Thank you.


Thou dost look quite jolly. What might this mean? Ho ho hee!


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Ask that kin of yours they're all bowing to. The glint in her eye is bad news for <i>someone.</i>


Oh, hi!


I don't want to die!


This head's a long way from home. Belongs to one of the Fugue Plane's death devils.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


Just be grateful that my ears can't bleed.


Indeed, but all are kept out of reach and under constant surveillance in the office above. Prison security is my highest priority.


Dammon'll be able to use this, right? I'm on my way to cooling right down.


Your eyes, <i>stira</i>. There is pain, endless and deep. But also devotion - blazing like the sun. You're in love, are you not?


Where to next?


You can rely on me, my heart.


You should never have come here, True Soul.


This won't take long, and when I'm done, I'll be free of Mystra's yoke once and for all.


You act a fighter, but a fool's a fool.


You won't die - so long as I am swift.


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


I'm afraid I'm all out. This party is more humble than I'd like.


A trap. Better give it a wide berth.


I don't care. Those kids need to eat before we leave.


Hah! I bleed you. Cut you. Make many delicious holes. Yes. YES.


They're gnawing through my guts...


Like I got something back - something I've wanted for a really long time.


Well, that was... interesting.


No no, it's definitely something...


Ah, my grizzled friend! What can you tell me about this place?


You see, I already reported this to my superiors, but they wouldn't have any of it.


My love, you were a caravan escort for three days, and you quit in the middle of your shift.


Have you forgotten how 'charming' I was when Ethel took me? Hags lie and cheat - they'll do anything to mess with our heads.


To battle.


And you shall have me.


<i>It's the elder brain - there's something... happening to it. </i>


That's the mark of the Zhentarim. Wonder if these are spies, murderers, thieves, or a heady combo.


*This book is far lighter than it should be with such a massive lock.*


How opportune.


A tragedy, really - but we must not judge. Perhaps I could show you some of my <i>special </i>goods to take your mind off this ugliness?


Let's see what we have.


<i>Through the portal. With haste. </i>


My basement? Oh, nothing interesting! Just materials - I'm a craftsman, you see.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


That was a phase spider. Better watch out, it might come back.


Hands off!


Shed no tears for such fools. They are unworthy of Lady Shar's truth, and doom themselves.


Forthwith.


Something to turn the tide.


<i>Bull. </i>Get the hells out, before I call the guards.


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


Wait! No Ethel spawn would speak like that.


My job is to spend time in your company, in whatever way will leave you feeling fulfilled.


Good on ya - don't matter to me if it's Lolth or my boy Maglubiyet; it's about <i>tradition</i>.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


I hope we will stay together, always.


We should return with the laughing monk. This is his granddaughter's tomb after all.


You've done more than your share of fighting already, Karlach. If there is one person I would trust to make the most of a longer life, it is you.


Karlach. Respectfully. <i>Shut up.</i>


Sine metu!<br>v3


Friend to the mad Rashemaar, are you? He calls himself the Stone Lord now.


I wonder who - or <i>what</i> - those chains are for.


Ah, the rattle of gold coins. This place must turn a reasonable profit.


Then it's settled. Good day to you both.<br>


Oho - a new face in the park! How charming.


Better to die in this shit-heap than rot in Moonrise. You want me? <i>Come get me.</i>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Fog?!


Must be a diabolist running this shop with so many devillish artefacts.


You're lucky to be travelling with such a talented musician - I hope I run into you both in the city.


Enchanted? Nice.


Bah, <i>paintings</i>. Locked beneath the earth where they belong! Minsc prefers a strong and noble sculpture, like Minsc.


...No. Not Geraldus. Boy's too honest. The others? Not sure.


I wish to <i>fight</i> with them.


I've never seen darkness like this before. It's unsettling.


Bene curatur!<br>v3


Oh, this is <i>wretched</i>. I've never smelled such rotten blood.


*Dear sister must die by your hand, an offering in Bhaal's sanctum.*


A stitch in time saves... well. You know.


<i>Someone must have intervened. Someone you don't want me to know about.</i>


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


As you know already, your precious skin is home to one part of a contract between the archdevil Mephistopheles, and your former master, Cazador Szarr.


Suit yerself. Lookin' forward to seein' wot yer innards look like.


Never.


Damn it. Why did it come to this?


Such pretty skin-flaps! I WANT THEM.


If I ever want to be <i>me</i> again.


Looks like he was gored by the ox. It must have been chaos here.


<i>You, most of all, will suffer for this blasphemy. Your life is mine, but in death you will belong to the General.</i>


Limp-witted slick-licker.


This doesn't have to be the end.


Let's see what you're hiding.<br>


*It's wise to check the content of your purse before offering it to others.*


I shall act at once.


The crown's magic turned the brain into something the world has never seen - a Netherbrain. Its power is immense.


A cultist convoy crosses the land as we speak. I've readied an ambush. Say the word, and we fly.


Hmm. You've done so much already. I'm hesitant to prevail upon you again, but...


Victory v2


The way back to Baldur's Gate. Raphael will be returning through here before long...


((*descend to me. let us speak in flesh*))


Have it thy way. <i>Hee heeeeeee!</i>


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v2


Remember: you have teeth and claws! Use them.


Hm. This must activate elsewhere.


No. If the blood-witch were here, I'd be able to smell her.


Hup to.


I feel lighter - like the curse just evaporated. What is this place?


*The guard is happy to let you pass - Minthara is rather less happy about your choice of words.*


Feel free to haul a few boxes. We need all the hands we can get.


I see you've met. Saves me the trouble of introductions.


Go on now, friend. It seems I must have a stern chat with Barnabus.


I was part of the raid too. Ain't fair.


Check this out, soldier!


Halt, citizen! Wait right here for Steel Watcher scanning!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


You certainly do, my dear.


Better to have on hand than not.


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


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


Ellie May's ring. Thanks, lady.


No! Don't give me that - I can see what this is.


Could've hired two dozen more Fist for the cost of that thing.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Oh. Oh no. You have things very, very wrong. A dutiful mother would never do something so heinous. A <i>good </i>mother couldn't have fathomed such a horror.


She's not breathing.


I am like an overburdened pack mule.


Do you ever think we should have had another one?


Out, foul deformity!


But I do not know you, and the fate of the world cannot depend upon your word.


Ah - I wish I could have done it myself. But you are the next best thing.


If you cannot see the appeal of bloodshed and danger, perhaps you should retire from adventuring and farm root vegetables for the rest of your days.


We shall have to open it elsewhere, Boo? And <i>not</i> with my skull? Strange.


Interesting. Whatever's guarding the forge, a 'hot hammer' can crack it.


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


Freeze it, cock-stench. We aren't done just yet.


Rank, malodorous pustule.


Some... wings?


Get out. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!


*Grunt.*


Hurt Critical<br>var2


We'd make better strangers.


I missed this smell. It is <i>invigorating</i>.


*Responsibility for this criminal act clearly lies elsewhere. You're free to go.*


Non movere!<br>v2


Laughter Maniacal


Argh. Let me through, mragreshem, or I'll rip your damned throat out!


So many authentic devillish items - a diabolist's at work here.


No time for a lie-down.


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


Let's turn the tables.


Do I see light? Or am I delusional?


I could see death calling.


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


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


<i>Vin'iisk</i> - I will wait in the underground. Seek me when you have the Hammer in hand.


A scorched throat, a few hairs singed off. Nothing a bit of time and fresh air can't cure.


All right, all right. No reason to get your tongue in a twist.


PainPretend<br>var 3


Into the bloody fray!


Thing is, I <i>can </i>touch devils and the like, back in Avernus. I never <i>did</i>, cause I'm not a masochist. But I could have.


I'm watching you.


Some of us are counting on you.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


BreathShortClosed<br>var 1


Barrelstalks, full of poison - and under myconid control, no doubt.


I... told... them... everything... there was... to know... about... the... produce...


Risum teneatis?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Gale has lived under the threat of death for some time, but Orin will make him <i>beg</i> for it - if we give her the time.


((*Sovereign. they have come. the Rot has come*))


A sigil of the Harpers. Odd for their kind to misplace this.


On your feet!


I've the Wavemother's temple to attend to.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 3


Hells. This place is a sight to behold.


Sometimes I eat the shiny bits, and they have to go looking for them on the <i>other</i> end.


Darkness is no time to mount a rescue. I can set out for Cazador's lair come dawn.


All right.


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


And you better hope that's the worst of it.


Her name!


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


Orin... an offering...


Regardless, my offer stands. Should you change your mind, I will not let you down.


I question the wisdom of that decision.


This better be my last drink. Can't put off settling my Guild business forever - or they'll settle it for me.


Mistress of the Night, guide my hand, my step, my mind, and my blade.


They'll be burned by the one true light! <i>Burned!</i>


You have seen the fires of the Hells, and the devils who dwell there.


Ah, you are familiar with the Scourge Mistress? Good. I am simply spreading her message, friend.


In my name.


A sad shrine kept by the lunatic and the lost. The last time I was here, I promised myself I would die beneath open sky. I have not changed my mind.


*She severs the connection, and prepares to attack.*


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


Fear not! I am content - and quite forgotten - where I am. Better in a cell than in a stew, what?


Effort v6


Don't tempt me.


*Though the pod is empty, traces of psychic energy still linger around it, and memories of its former inhabitant spill into your mind.*


The time has come. <i>Remove the outsiders.</i>


Well. After you.


What say you about our Minthara? It is fitting that one mad dog should judge another.


The Dark Lady, defaced by some foul mark.


The Gondians are ingenious. But we're more than equal to them - there's nothing they can build that the Ironhands can't tear down.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Forward, through the pass - the crèche is near.


Alas, you've left me with more questions than answers. My survey continues.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Even that cursed wizard took off. Rolan's magic could have made all the difference, you know!


*The atmosphere of the room is oppressive, the heat claustrophobic. Beneath your feet, the stone ripples, as if breathing softly.*


They'll be here soon. They'll come for us.


Pulchrior!


These melodies...


Beating thee would soil my hands.


Blink and you'll miss me.


'less his bones didn't stay buried. 'less they rose up to join the Absolute. Or who knows what else...


A casting mould. Could put this to use at the forge.


*Now your own people point their blades at you, Lae'zel of K'liir, Vlaakith's most faithful warrior - just as your dream figure warned.*


Inexpugnabilis!


Oh, darling. I love the way you think.


Yeah, but orders are orders, and whoever is in charge now must have new orders for you. Right?


...Hmph. Walk carefully, then. Or I will learn exactly what True Soul tastes like.


I would enjoy punishing your body almost as much as I have enjoyed loving it, but I need you intact for the fights to come.


I have already pledged my sword and hamster both. What more does Minsc have to give?


Forgive me, I am still weak - aching limbs, fogged mind. I'll prove better company after I've rested, I assure you.


Hurt Critical


Yeah.


What kind of botched portal brought something like you here?


Speak to me if you want to get moving. Until then, welcome to the most cursed place in Faerûn.


You said it.<br>


Sh-sh-shh. You interrupt an honoured <i>kith'rak?</i>


*No entry to vaults! Trespassers will be disintegrated! - Master Lorroakan.*


Te video!<br>v2


<i>I feel it. We're close.</i>


Clear off. I've business to attend to.


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


Sound shrooms. Snake druids take note.


Voco spicae!
v3


Weapons. And time has taken their edge, it seems.


Zevlor had hope. It didn't save him. A little sense will serve us better, I think.


And yet here I stand. Concerned.


Well, that's interesting.


You<i>.</i> What are you doing here?


Refuse the Emperor. Better yet, crush his revolting skull and let this Prism be his grave.


Recovered <br>V2


Are you simple? He tried to drain one of us like a stuck pig!


I was trying to scout a path for us while you got busy carving one. But don't worry, I've had my fill of fighting since.


Better to kill Orpheus than to risk the enemy wielding his power.


So now it is a <i>Netherbrain</i> we face - and it seems disinclined to yield to the Netherstones.


I was being quite sincere, I assure you.


Fog?!


No ordinary wine, judging from the thick glass and the rich colour.


Caeco te!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Let's get it done.


Is that what you think?


The wretch! Together we have crushed him, brain and body.


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


I... REQUIRE GOLD?


*Soon you will not be able to trust yourself at all. You will be a monstrosity beyond redemption.*


And in case you're thinking of trying to scam me out of my hard-earned loot, think again. I already sold it.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


Our gratitude is as deep as the Sea of Swords! Thank you for avenging our sweet sister.


Feeling fresh.


Imitation horns, but barely distinguishable from the real thing.


I'm fading fast. I must heal.


I guess you've never been in love.


Corpora sana!


Tsk. Poor Karlach. Allied with the first sap she met, who will be so quickly destroyed.


You're already halfway there, kid.


Again, you disturb me.


Victoria... orphan...


How bothersome.


Likely my crew has it in hand - snare set, ready to draw it tight. But I like a little certainty - and you've dealt with bigger bastards, handily enough.


Shadowheart. These truths that have been revealed to you... I know they must be painful. But, Oak Father as my witness, I know you are strong enough to bear them. You need not walk this path alone.


Pipe down!


Interlocking circles with moons and stars. This must be the seal mentioned in that journal.


All right...


How long has it been? A tenday? Longer? I can't even tell... She did things to me... such awful things. Even I don't have the words. She... she took things from me...


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


The infected hear the voice of the Absolute, and believe it to be a god.


Rhythmic chanting and blood stains. A sinister pairing.<br>


Curious - that stone there's been pried loose.


I... am not the last... I am but one more offering in Bhaal's name.


*Years spent in worship of Bhaal, leading his savage congregation in prayer, sacrifice, and slaughter.*


I didn't take these refugees for killers. Maybe I've misjudged them.


I draw near, my Lady...


A vampire spawn turned into mist. Didn't know they could do that.


*It's not as if you're doing anything wrong. Just following nature's plan.*


These hands... too big. Where are the others? <i>Where's the rest of me?!</i>


Effort v5


Come on, Saer Fist, let us past - these deliveries are urgent.


Who on <i>earth </i>do you think you are? If you aren't helping, shove off!


You flatter me... but also overestimate our bond, I think. Perhaps there is another you can turn to.


Poxy pissered pervert!


Nothing for you in there, mate.<br>


Well, my friend? What do you say?


We've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire?


Tools and a climbing rope. This must have been that gnome's escape route.


NO! THEY WILL NOT GO INTO THE DARK!


Boo wonders if I should perhaps be carrying you instead.


Whozzat? Friend o' yours? You up to somethin'?


As long as we're not overrun with refugees, there are supplies enough to survive a long siege. It's only your purse that will suffer.


Thank you, magic!


I am Ulma, leader of what remains of my tribe. Your vampiric friend stole away our children, and we have lost many trying to save them.


Hmm? Yes! Of course, me too.


No. Everyone hurts us. Now we hurt everyone back!


We need to run. <i>Now!</i>


That's a fancy way of saying 'I had something better to do.'


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


Quiet, Therezzyn. I wish to speak with this one.


We'll need that kind of thinking to make it through all this. You're doing well.


Watch yourself. We defend Father Murmath. At all costs.


Thou wilt.


Remarkable brushwork...


A wonderful session. Gods, what you can do with that tail!


For the best. The <i>ghaik</i> earned its fate.


Another letter from Orin.


Tell me, <i>ust-nor</i>. Or show me. My mind is open to you.


You don't understand. Barek doesn't understand. The way Ringmaster Lucretious <i>looked</i> at me...


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


*She doesn't hesitate, moving quickly. Before you realise what's happening, you feel a burning scratch on your hand.*


AH! Nearly had it!


Impero te!<br>v2


The hag's doing. It has to be.


Gortash needs to pay. I won't act alone again, but I need you to be <i>with </i>me in that.


Weak


All the way from Thay. Jewels and gems, probably - one's still in there.<br>


Tight fit. I barely got through.


A simple 'no' would have sufficed. I will trouble you with the matter no more.


This place seems remarkably tense for a sacred grove. Perhaps we shouldn't linger.


Thank you.


No prayers needed. On my way.


A shape-shifter? What a pity. I thought we had killed a real clown.


Recovered <br>V4


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


I could listen to this forever...


Nah, but that's fine. Prefer a dead gnome to the gold anyway.


Chisel, hammer, trowel... Nothing missing at all.


You can't undo what you did. But you can exalt the souls who are still living.


This place wasn't built for the living.


<i>Hta'zith! </i>Your death in Gith's name!


*With or without Mystra's help, tomorrow you will find it.*


Tendays of dissections of a still-living victim.


The absolute <i>cheek</i>!


The way I see it, you have two options. Halsin or death - whatever form it takes.


A story best left for calmer days. Now breathe deeply - are you in pain?


I remember my first smelter with real fondness.


A vamp, huh? Not got designs on <i>my </i>neck, I hope.


Dying Burning<br>v5


But of course. I'm a man of my word, and the word was 'compensation'.


I am your servant. Lead us to Lady Shar's final victory.


<i>He's tadpoled, but under my protection now, just like you. His mind is his own again. </i>


Almost, anyway.


... no...


In Mystic Carrion's halls. But not allowed. <i>Customers only.</i>


Securing.


After all we have accomplished, you would choose them over me? Your brother in arms?


<i>Urk. The world's spinnin'... Heh. Her horns look like snakes, all wriggly. Damn, this is some good beer.</i>


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


Please, Tusk. It's not the time.


In Menzoberranzan, after a house has two sons, every subsequent male-born child is slaughtered at birth, as it is useless, even for breeding.


<i>I believe we'll have a better chance of defeating the elder brain if you embrace your latent illithid potential.</i>


To the rescue.


Or perhaps the delicate simplicity of a perfectly crafted torch is more to your taste?


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


Orpheus, my prince. It is your time.<br>


Sure you are.


Intactilis sum!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


This'll give me an edge.


Mors certa!<br>v3


Better to have on hand than not.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Tempora mutantur!


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


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


I see. Thank you - this is most illuminating. I had thought I had the measure of your character, but clearly there is much I have yet to learn.


I'll get you out of there.


Victory<br>


I'm not so lucky. Got to dispel these shadows... somehow...


Incredible. How old <i>is</i> this place?


On your feet.


Omnia mutantur!


*As you tuck the tadpole away, you feel a fleeting disappointment. It wanted so desperately to commune with you.*


Wait, what?


Over here!


What? I have <i>nothing</i>. Wait.


This artefact must've been precious to the monks.


Why?


What now?


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 2


A cap would keep the parasite nice and cosy, but its comfort is hardly my priority.


<i>Something was blocking me from hearing your thoughts.</i>


Same here.


Me either. I wasn't sure I was ready - that I'd ever be ready. But it just happened one day, and let me tell you, it all just made sense somehow.


No. We take it to camp. Zevlor will know what to do with it.


<i>You did all that I asked of you. You made one last sacrifice in my name, now this place is yours to command, and my power is yours to wield, my Chosen.</i>


Falling


Dying Burning<br>v6


Now settle your mind, chum, and get your shine on. Be will it what?


Breaking news! Hear all about it! The Mouth said it first!


*Drone.*


Tadpoles, smuggled into the city. Wonder how many are already here.


Something extra.


I'll keep the whole 'devil pulling his strings' hush-hush, I promise.


I hope being a rampaging bloodsucker is everything Astarion dreamed it would be.


Obedi me!


There's still life left in this old thing.


*Shyressa Runemaster.*


Wha-at ha-appened?


The patriars regroup. The Knights of the Shield grow strong again, as strong as they ever were under the familiar mind that did guide them.


You're going to do exactly what I tell you to, or in mere moments, the thing you've dreaded will finally come to pass.


During my time locked away in Waterdeep, I prepared a quite comprehensive speech for her on the subject of our former relationship, and the manner in which it ended.


Victory v2


*A most-cherished client.*


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


But thank you - I'm sure you did what you could.


In fact, maybe you'd be able to succeed where I... was less successful.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


CAN THE FLY PREPARE FOR THE SPIDER? CAN THE SOUP PREPARE FOR THE SPOON? YOU'RE DEAD DEAD DEAD


You fight well - with skill and purpose.


We don't need luck - not with a plan like this one.


<i>Precisely.</i> What better person to wield Karsus' magic than one who is unafraid to pursue his ambition, gods and mortals be damned?


I'm off the clock, <i>dokal</i> - or I would be if it weren't for this blithering idiot. If you've got business at the Counting House, it's just down the road.


Invoco te!<br>v3


Do you have any brain left, or has the worm claimed it all?


Vincere est vivere!<br>v2


Not much use for this slag. Nice speckles, though.


And his <i>stories... </i>he tells the <i>best</i> stories...


I don't want lessons, I want gold. But I'll settle for cuttin' out that silver tongue of yours...


Te video!<br>v3


This will come in handy.


Success. As expected.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


*A small sacrifice, compared to the infinite glories that await.*


You're right. I'm a fool for not seeing it before now.


The blows you struck against the gods themselves will echo down through the ages.


Ahem.


She is deluded - as are you, should you show her your allegiance.


No - I won't hurt them.


Then speak.


Well, look who's come to visit.


So many pods. Are they all infected...?


<i>Ngh.</i> Well - it could have been worse.


Me... no. Gnomes... were fiddling... with rubble... yonder.


Barbarian Roar<br>v2


*On the other hand, participating in the slaughter as she asks may be the perfect way to earn her trust, and access to the cult's inner circle.*


The hard way it is.<br>


Hells. I think I woke something up.


I will not let this happen to you!


Stand together or fall apart.


I had no idea what he'd become until it was too late. I fled from him when I found out - kept a sanctuary in the shadows, where I met Jaheira.


I won't keep you waiting.


'Aggression'.


It's a rescue mission then - should be fun. Let's get to work.


A ruin abandoned to a murderous horde is a very fitting dedication to Selûne.


Signum arcanum!


I've got your back!<br>


Falling


Blissful silence. The stone's at peace.


Fight monsters... protect the Sword Coast...


Sorry - haven't fraternised with you much and not sure I want to start.


Do not test the Murder Lord's patience. Bathe now in the font of blood, and be baptised as His Unholy Assassin.


Vlaakith guide me.


Piss-addled pontificator.


It's calling its pack!


Me too.


That... creature you turned into. I hope you have it under control. It didn't look like something I'd want to contend with.


The shadows deepen. Seek light where you can.


Diminuo te!<br>v2


That devil, drink! I spent it all.


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


The Weave.


Away, eye-watering stench!


Mortalis!


This should help.


Marvellous! The people do like a returning favourite.


When I've got my own money, I'm going to buy so many fireworks.


*It is exactly what it appears to be - a rather stained and unsavoury look at the mating rituals of the common flumph.*


Really? We're messengers, now?


I draw near, my Lady...


And, erm, well... thank you.


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


*Perhaps Mystra will recognise you for your humility, perhaps not.*


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


The Stone Lord plans to rob the Counting House - and Nine-Fingers means to trap him there.


There you are. The real you shows herself at last.


Hello, world.


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


I permitted you the freedom to decide your own fate. You could have been smart, selfless - saved the world.


Nothing, for these are not normal times.


*Bittersweet it is to remember the life of one ended by your hand. But you are not that person anymore.*


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


Voco vineae!


It is time to act.


The one with that dink in his chest plate. I'd give him a few more of those, if you catch my drift.


For the Absolute.


Welcome back, friend. The fine facilities of Figaro Facemaker are yours to peruse.


It's the chair - it's connected to the ship. And the ship's connected to the mind flayers.


Ngh. W-what the hells are you doin'?


My <i>daughter!</i>


Is that Volo?


Oof, that must have hurt.


Right. I don't think you hail from <i>anywhere</i> close by.


Isn't it clear? You travel with the Blade of Frontiers. Who might I trust, if not a legend? Who might rise to the moment, if not Ravengard's own son?


Venustior!


Oh, oh! A strange one. A never-seen-before one. Hungry? Want a treato?


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Very well.<br>


Effort v8


Such cruelty among druids. I've never seen the likes of it.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


You might be in for an adventure with Karlach. More than you bargained for - with a bit of luck.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


We survived. Who would've thought?


Oh, the big tough hero finally showed up.


Do not worry, I am here.


A quick dip.


Pigeon's worth more'n that times a bagoolion.


Some bloody help.


All right, Inquisitor, let's have it out then.


Safe. For now.


Don't give me trouble now.


The hag's lair? I think I preferred the swamp.


You have bonded with Gale, body and soul. His scent lingers on your skin. If there is to be anything between us, it must be with his consent. And perhaps some day, his participation.


Charming as you are, you're a little too empty-headed for my tastes. Send your companion to see me - the one with the passenger in their skull.


Time to bite, my owlbear friend!


So long as my 'art' doesn't choke them on the way down, I call it a job done.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


This one's smile distresses Boo. If it is slaughter he wants, I will give it to him <i>directly.</i>


All right, we're good to go.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


<i>Aggeniculamur in umbra tua, Pater Arborum.</i>


PainTeeth<br>var 3


I've got the plans and the sussur bark. Now I need somewhere to craft it all.


Yes, yes - on my way.


Were it not for my protection, so would you.


What will we do for work when we get to the city?


But that anger sours into something gloomier, I think. Go comfort her, Boo - I can ask Aylin to demonstrate her skills another time.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Treme!


Injured beyond repair, I know nothing besides this: I must resist the Dark Urge, lest it consume my mind.


Your words are uglier than the rest of you.


Simply follow yonder path and soon you will find him.


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


They wanted tieflings out. They got their wish.


Let me look around. Might be something that'll help me crack this thing.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


What did he offer you? Power? Gold?


Caeco te!


There! That boat's our way off this rock.


Huh. Never seen sigils like these before.


You put me in a difficult position, mortal.


Recovered


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


True Soul, yeah? Tell the sergeant we won't move a pebble.


The inn burned to ash! The captives were many!<br>Goblinkind had reduced them to cowering filfenny!


He's toast. I don't care how many big shiny boys he has.


Shadowheart... she's dead. What happened?


You will save us, of that I have no doubt, and I hope to be right by your side. But I have to believe the <i>way </i>we do it matters, too.


If I see another monster, I'll just jump in the water.


And if it's not a firework - do whatever you like.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 2


I already said I'd help your mate, but I'll fix you one at a time, right here in the chapel. Send 'em through.


Hells - seems that book on flumphs was not all it appeared to be.


You and Halsin welcome <i>untouchables</i> to your midst.


Vermin, on the rooftops.


LOOK IN MY HAMSTER'S EYES, AND KNOW YOU ARE A HERO!


I'm on my way.


Impero te!<br>v3


Don't worry, I'm coming.


Didn't mean to touch a nerve.


Te absolvo!<br>v2


Not much use anymore.


I understand. Sorry to bother you, saer. Maybe Maryk will have more luck than I'm having.


Boo?


Aren't you hungry?


*The last three names in this book sit close together, but are so devastated by the scrawl as to be unreadable.*


I can tell you more than any amount of skulking around would. Come. Speak.


So am I. Fun as all that power would have been... this feels more 'me'.


You heard the horn. Eat up, brother!


Canto te!


Try something else? Or just feeling things out?


I know these glyphs - the Necromancy of Thay had the same runes.


Careful! Even the mushrooms down here can't be trusted.


I don't think I'll ever look at an ox quite the same.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 2


This is it. The end of everything - or our moment of triumph.


I guess I didn't notice 'til it was too late either.


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


Gods, this assault on the nostrils should be labelled a war crime.


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


*Hiss.*


That being said, moping changes nothing. So, what's next?


Bene curatur!


Don't give me trouble now.


Enough - my creations have nothing to say to you.


How <i>much </i>will you bet?


They won't be back here any time soon, thanks to us.


He got me to recruit nonbelievers. But not everyone's seein' the Absolute's truth.


Completely indecipherable.


But Ethel - Umberlee's tits, she snapped her fingers and had me. I would have died for her - <i>wanted</i> to.


Why do you think he plied you with wine in the first place?


Maledicte es!


I wonder if we might continue this elsewhere. You've a brain I'd like to pick.


*Agony bursts behind your eyes, and the whole world goes dark.*<br>


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


Hurt Critical


NO TIME FOR CHITTER-CHATTER


*The squirrel bites your foot again.*


Why do we even need the Zhentarim? They worship nothing but their own fattened purses.


*Sire a new legion of Bhaalspawn, and set them upon self-slaughter. Your progeny must succeed where you fell.*


Seems as though the Absolute's attracting followers from all kinds of places.


Allow me.


Can't leave anyone stuck.


Look, you need to stop this - please. Just hand her - hand <i>the </i>Nightsong over.


Such blazing wonder - the sky swarming with red dragons. They may roar Vaakith's name, but I can't deny their beauty.


But if this is the way to Moonrise Towers, then this is the only path I've got.


*The pain blurs your vision and ushers forth strange, half-familiar images.*


I want to steal that big shiny idol they're all chanting at.


This wall's ready to crumble - shouldn't take much effort to get through.


I <i>see</i>.


If light is the symptom, then darkness is the cure, for in light there is presence, but in darkness there is absence.


Interesting.


It beggars belief he's alive at all.


Well well - the <i>very</i> unlikely hero of our latest gazette. Don't let the fame go to your head, now.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Tell me, what have you learned?


Initiative v1


You, who have come to drive a dagger through my heart.


Laughter Maniacal


You're not looking well.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Vae victis!<br>v3


A perfect ring of mushrooms. Nature or magic?


Veni et iuva me!


The spawn got Astarion. Which means he's on his way to Cazador's palace.


*Especially if you have the Blade of Avernus on your side.*


I'll have to try this later.


Wyll was schooled in the ways of the great champions. He is to use those lessons to wake the wyrm sleeping beneath Baldur's Gate. The wyrm is oathbound to answer the call and come to the city's aid.


Talk to Jaheira if you wish to hear tales of heroic Bhaalspawn and their past victories. She likes filling peoples' heads with noble ideals.


<i>Another</i> one down?! You pisspots can't 'old your drink. Shameful.


Those backstabbing cowards!


He speaks of the shadow curse. Forget Nere and the Moonlantern - if we're this close to the surface, we must chance the journey.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


No time to waste!


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


So that creature is the source of the Absolute... You must be more careful. Its telepathic force was greater than anything I've ever encountered.


*Screams of terror pierce the air.*


Ellie May - I think I read that name on a tombstone.


Still alive, is she? You better be telling the truth, and you better not get in my way.


This is gonna be a rush.


Falling


The illithid Grand Design nears; the traitor prince must be slain. These are exceptional circumstances. I grant all my allies the right to my silver.


Is that Shar's voice? Not present in person, surely...


Invisibilis!


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


Maybe I should... no, this is good.


You possess a melancholy heart. A smile is a stranger upon your lips. You do not know what you are missing, but you miss it nonetheless. We can spare you this pain.


Very well... but I shall not wallow in ugly details. That is what <i>they </i>would have wanted - to have let their physical torments live on in our spirits. I will not allow that.


Kiai<br>Var 4


Poor creature. Yoked into servitude, only to die like this.


Ketheric got up to something dark - very dark.


Just smile and nod. We'll decide at our own leisure, not his.


You took us by surprise before. That won't ever happen again.


Father, they will die for you.


I cannot make use of that.


Always.


I'm <i>irresistible.</i>


PainPretend<br>var 3


Inficio!


This is safe to take - you're absolutely sure?


The hag's magic is strong. What if Lady Mayrina can't turn back?


Meaningless.


Gods, but he's spouting a load of crap. Don't waste your time.


The psionic detector's been set off. In a tavern? What would the gith want here?


Admitting you have a problem is the first step - the <i>hardest</i> step. After that, we will be by your side.


Recall that in time, all becomes dust and bone.


I presume you've found something interesting to discuss, if you're interrupting me again?


'Perfect'.


I... I don't know. I can't remember.


I never forget anything, unfortunately.


That may be. When the screaming stops and your mind is gone, the rest, perhaps, is silence.


Sob<br>var 2


Attack Critical<br>var2


Wulbren is planning something. Lots of moving parts. I'm still trying to suss the details myself.


An aspect of the Lady of Loss. Shadowheart may appreciate its finding.


Maybe later, peanut. He doesn't look too good.


You and I have very different definitions of 'clever'.


Got my eye on you.


A Selûne prayer book. As if I need this weighing me down.


*The comforts of the mine, a simple life, somehow you doubt you led. They don't call to you.*


Poxy pissered pervert!


Someone's diary. Might explain what happened here.


Lice-ridden cur!


We could drown the city in their blood, and more would still come. We need to reach the brain!


Closed Mouth Effort v5


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


Looks like Dame Aylin evaded Rolan. She won't be pleased, next time she appears.


I hear we march come first light.


You would dare...? The darkness will take you, <i>iblith</i>!


I like the sound of that.


I have no need of excuses. Nonetheless, you gave me one I had no choice but to act upon.


I am the chain they will use to bind this world...


I should've killed him myself.


No, no. No healing sleep for you. Wake up!


No use digging here.


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


This is the greatest threat Baldur's Gate ever faced. Your father was right - we need Ansur's help. With him gone, the wyrm's awakening now falls to you.


She was an entire person before she ever made that choice.


Run! Get me!


Ethel again? I was hoping she'd found some remote bog to rot in.


She must have run off without us... seems like I'm more reliable than your own people.


Big. Hairy. Teeth. They're mean. Real mean. Stay away.


I will imprison the devil. <i>And I will cast out every stranger.</i>


Go on. The longer you take, mother dear, the more of your plants will be dead when you get back.


Heh. I read about you in the paper. Seems <i>someone's</i> been a bit naughty.


When you put it like that... thanks, Mortarch.


Duergar - this True Soul has betrayed us. Let her blood prove your devotion!


It's Clo's favourite, plum prosecco. I'd rather drink almost anything else, frankly.


The dream invaders - but these ones have <i>real</i> skulls for the splitting.


Aqua pura!<br>v2


If that sounds at all appealing, then I'll keep a spot for you. It'll be just like old times.


Only a true diabolist would have such an infernal collection.


Toril. <i>Baldur's Gate.</i>


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


It's supposed to be safe past the gate - if they ever let anyone in. <i>Bastards.</i>


Time!


TRESPASSER!


These boots have seen everything.


Going into hiding.


Yes, but why tell us not to open it unless there's something very good inside?


What's all this? Something shady was going on here.


You speak to me? The monsters only scream.


You've really done it now, Shadowheart. I hope you know what the fuck you're getting yourself into.


Good question.


Chk... As you wish, ch'r'ai.


Get back! The cultists - <i>argh.</i> They've shot half of us!


Discarded... <i>Devoured</i>...


An earthquake, maybe. I don't remember one ever shaking the city.


Forgive me, we have not been visited by an inquisitor in an age. It is an <i>honour</i>.


*A pocket of psionic energy reaches out from your mind to the Astral Plane. Lae'zel has spoken - and been heard.*


I've got a long list of evil fucks to deal with. And I'm not going out until I do.


Nothing but brains. Food for mind flayers, I suppose.


So Ketheric had a daughter. Wonder what became of her?


They make a fine target for the <i>real </i>culprit, too - unlikely to be missed where they weren't wanted to begin with.


Oi - c'mere. I ain't waiting around.


Amo sanguinem!<br>v3


To fight so many foes openly could prove unwise. Shar's children are better deployed as daggers in the shadows, not massed upon a battlefield.


The death of heroism is close, I see.


<i>Suggested</i>.


Sorry. Let's try this again. Apologies, apologies, apologies. You're not a hatstand at all.


What path lies before me?


Slaves... good... raid...


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


It's not every day you get to kill the Chosen of a god.


Hope he knows what he's doing. We haven't fared very well with other Chosens so far.


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


And you - you'll just keep going, won't you. Watching the stars. Warming your hands on the campfire. Dancing, eating, making fucking love all night - all of it, all of it.


*She'd eaten. Feasted. And yet, looking into her eyes, you can see it wasn't enough. She's still hungry.*


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


Whatever did this must've worked itself into quite a frenzy.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


There remained a spark of resistance. I made an example of her. The son is sufficient leverage. They took him to the prison.


Why does this keep happening?


Victory v4


VO_SFX : Downed


There's not much time - I have to get out of here <i>now</i>.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


The hag's lair. It's a <i>bit </i>brighter than the Underdark, anyway.


Or maybe a bit of a drinking problem.


*The blood seems to have dried over the course of a few days - you can't make out where it comes from.*


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


Mess with us and it'll be the last thing I do. I mean you'll do. Shit!


More of those wretched things.


Let's see what those harpies were hoarding.


Huh. Dinner?


Still here, keeping my ear to the ground!<br>


But I do know that the longer thou standest here, the farther away our second meeting becomes.


Do it for Minsc!


Heartless scum. I'm a reasonable woman - we could <i>easily </i>work something out in a house this big.


Like hells. That ain't firewine!


No game. A serious matter, to rouse Boo from his beauty sleep.


Barbarian Roar


This trunk's rotten; shouldn't put too much weight on it.


I hope they at least slit that rat Balthazar from navel to nose.


He watches over me. He <i>worships </i>me. He built the foundations on which I'll carve Bhaal's succession.


Most irregular. The schedule is all but clear. And yet you are here.


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


Hells, I need to get out of here.


They actually did it - those bloody druids have turned on us!


Effort v8


I don't think I have any -


We'll be taking <i>your</i> coin.


Minsc and Boo have no need of thinking. Minsc and Boo <i>know</i>.


They don't need to get past the door. They could just b-board it up and burn the place.


Lucky for us we've another option, glory be to the Comet.


The really sad thing is I don't even <i>like </i>the taste of fish.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


Fine. Suppose I'll just eat you then.


I have already broken my oath. I'll happily break you as well.


Oh, you need my help?


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


Crescit eundo!<br>v2


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Thank <i>fuck</i>. You scared me there, you know.


Resisto!


You were permitted to look upon a <i>god,</i> whelp. Count yourself lucky to walk with Bhaal's chosen.


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


But worry not! I fixed him up and, depending on the lighting, he looks good as new!


Forget it - it's blocked from behind.<br>


The Dark Lady teaches us that we are our own worst enemy, much of the time. Her embrace will elude us until we shed that which holds us back.


Stay calm, I'll get you up.


It's strange, knowing I'll never hear Cazador's voice again. Knowing it'll never command me to bow against my will.


Most, no doubt. But I find myself hoping to be in the presence of the few. You don't happen to be one of them?


I think we have more pressing concerns than a trip down memory lane.


We've been battling the Absolute for all this time, and the whole while, you fail to bring up that you were once a <i>leader </i>of that cult...?


In my best interest.


Whatever killed those gnolls might be nearby. Careful.


They just keep coming.


Believe me when I say it was for the best. The pain from the hunger alone - there's nothing like it.


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 2


The venue's called 'The Palace'. Not sure what it stands for, but it sounds <i>very</i> exclusive.


This grove is poorer for losing Halsin, but I have my own people's concerns to look to.


I've said all I wish to the likes of you.


Ship's going to buckle. I need to get to the helm.


You'll talk. I can - argh.


Forget it. The milk's already spilled.


And you almost seem sensible. On my heart, I'm telling you the truth.


The inquisitor has turned against my infallible queen.


Are the two of you together?


The ancient slates tell us that each sword holds a fragment of the Living Gate - a flesh-portal made from the stuffs of nightmare.


Sit... No, not stand. <i>Sit.</i>


I can live with that... I hope. What about you two?


<i>This meatbag might have nothin' but a few paper scraps, but I ain't gonna let no one get 'em.</i>


Leftover rats, cornered in their hole. They can still cause trouble for us though.


It's just flesh. But my spirit... she did much worse to that.


Ah, this cursed <i>thing</i>!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


BreathLongClosed<br>var 3


I promise my shield and my sword, Vigilant One. Let them be my courage...


Hah! Got it!


*The voice goes silent, having recited its prepared lines as if you'd solved every trial.*


... Do you think he's all right?


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


<i>I will only speak with the one in charge.</i>


Sarevok and the tainted faithful see it as an honour to serve Bhaal even in death. He knows to me, it is a slave-sentence.


Your request has been previously denied due to POOR REASONING.


I shall prevail.


*As you drift into sleep, you feel a certain disappointment. The mind flayer was very quick to abandon its attentions on you.*


Nor from shapeshifting cow-blob-things, though you made short enough work of that one. Glad you handled it before <i>it </i>handled <i>me</i>.


HA HA HA HA HA


Oh... oh! Haha. Good one.


*As the purple thread becomes undone, the pouch opens to reveal a letter and flute inside.*


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


*The hurt runs deeper than he's willing to show you.*


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


*Your words are convincing. You may leave, and if you're lucky, you'll never come back.*


Well, that was... interesting.


Oh dear.


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


We're forbidden to talk about him. They say Vlaakith knows if you even <i>think</i> his name.


Loquere si tibi placet!


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


I see... well I hope you're feeling more composed now. And that you washed up after... this.


No reason for you to linger unless you're after mischief - on your way.


Did I not tell you I was busy? If I have to hole up in my basement without my favourite parchment, I'll go spare!


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


Attack Critical<br>var3


<i>Don't let my form deceive you. I am the one that's been protecting you. I am the one that came to you in your dreams.</i>


That kid stole the one thing that means anything to me.


Another illusion - is anything real down here?


Is he indeed? Pray tell, what does he seek from Dame Aylin?


She will take our side because it best protects her interests.


That orb - it's a scrying eye. Someone's watching.


We are mighty - but we've no chance to fell such a legion. We must turn back.


They're occupied at the moment, but come back later - they'll want to explore every part of you.


An essential incantation.


Bloody right. An honour to be chased by the Blade of Frontiers. But - <i>agh!</i>


Quit pesterin' me - I'm tryin' to watch the game!


Make room then! And hurry!


Recovered <br>V3


Tell it to the chief.


Oh she doesn't bother me that much. If anything, I pity her.


That <i>thing</i> came from below. We need to find out where it took Ketheric.


Ogro... Is free... FREE!


I knew I could count on you. We share that killer instinct.


Parchment-pallored villain.


A Sharran structure, going by the design.


Voco potentia!<br>v2


Strange bottle... Even stranger smell.


I have your back.


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


Another damned mimic.


Note this trunk of lies.


No, Master Lorroakan. I would never have assisted you if I knew you planned such horrors.


Lia and Rolan would never admit it, but they'd take an arrow for the other. Also stab each other. Not sure what'll come first.


They are vessels for control.


Had a big ol' warbear with 'em, though. Took five of our meanest lashers to chain it up.


Thou necrotic stump!


You walk a fine line, child. Tread carefully lest you fall.


But now that we have you, perhaps we have a chance.


I do not lead. I follow Her voice - it calls us to Moonrise. Come!


SurpriseOh<br>var 3


Don't make me hold your hand now.


The same as before, minus the sussur bark. An early draft, perhaps?


*Frustrated, the door rattles. You see the hag and... yourself?*


I've failed Cal and Lia, <i>again</i>. Be on your way - I'll return to Last Light... I know when I'm outmatched.


The Karsite Weave.


Between stockpiling food and barricading doors, this cult business has driven half of Rivington mad.


We tracked it from the moment the Astral Prism fell into its claws.


I'm sorry. I'm just a trader, you're a walking weapons shop, and I hear you know how to use them. I apologise for my existence.


Effort v6


You're different than I thought. At first I thought it was the parasite. Now... now, I don't know what to think.


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


Even good boys need a moment to catch their breath.


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


Quickly now.


Ah, c'mon, let's not spoil an effective thing. You point, I rage, we win. Doesn't need to be more complicated than that.


Softer than a whisper.


Not without the Hammer. It can shatter <b>all</b> infernal chains, including those that hold me.


Go and snuff it.


If you had to choose the red one or the blonde one, which should I - which would you choose?


You may pass freely for as long as my master wills it, and no longer.


There's a line where bravery becomes stupidity. You just crossed it.


I know a place, cross the lake. Should be safe.


I wouldn't say that. Even the most powerful vampires in history couldn't survive in the sun, but it seems I can.


I won't keep you waiting.


*There's a hunt underway. A crime has been reported, and you appear to be under suspicion.*


A century I have known naught but sorrow; rage. A century have I been Ketheric's captive.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


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


What's going on out here?


Hey! Whatcha doin'? I knew there was something off 'bout you! Get 'im!


<i>Hell </i>no.


Oh, go on. Nothing better to practise your skills on than a few rats.


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


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


Did you speak with Carrion? Has he provided a cure?


Effort v12


*She cackles. The man's remaining flesh twisted and contorted...*


You messed with the wrong cashguard, trespasser!


Might be more around. That enclave looks pretty well fortified, though.


I'm a large man, and that's a very small hole.


Come hither. We have a room upstairs.


*Yet this place clearly fell to ruins long before goblins infested it. What happened here?*


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Oh no, perish the thought. That can be outright cruel advice to offer in certain cases.


I didn't survive mad druids and hungry spiders to die here.


Want to mix up some drinks and see what we make?


... no... on our... yellow boat...


Dealing with Raphael was foolish, but understandable. Giving him the Crown would be a grave error though.


It's beautiful...


A far cry from the Upper City hot baths, I must say.


Let's give it a go.


Your rightful place is strung above my altar, carcass fluids flooding into the gutter.


No. I'm not. I'm not ever safe. Ever again.


Te absolvo!


A bleeding heart, are you? Reckon I'll just roast an' eat it.


I'm so glad you understand.


<i>Ssussun pholor dos.</i>


It's you... I might have time for a catch-up later.


Nice mask - what's the story here?


Now you need my help.


Smells like burnt flesh in here.


You dare show yourself here, after all you've done?


Listen, you!


Glad to have an ally.


Shadow Druids have taken root in these parts, and whoever Kagha is, she's their agent.


Look at the barbs on that thing... Shar preserve me.


What are we going to do? The others are still downstairs - they'll be killed!


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


With haste.


I'm HUNGRY.


BUT YOUR MEAT IS COOKED YOUR SOUL IS SCORCHED AND YOUR RACE IS RUN


Gods - a <i>drider</i>. I always thought the stories were exaggerated...


So I stuck my dagger in that arm.


Nothingness awaits you.


Don't we? I've studied drow culture. You have a talent for self-preservation.


Eh? I ain't after fulfilment! I'm after the fillin' of my pockets. Now yer gonna pay more!


It's not enough we have a gallery of villains to look out for, but now we could be infiltrated by a shapechanger?


I've come too far to turn back now. Just a little longer - we're near the end of this, one way or another.


I agree, it'll be good to get out of this place.


You mean the doppelgangers? It is no comfort to me that my face made this fool all the easier to lead. The point remains.


Well. Now you're speaking my language.


Effort v10


Something... <i>wrong</i>? He withstood the shadows for so long; whatever's overcome him now must be something different... something worse.


Attack Critical<br>


Mystra knows you defied her, Gale. Of course she knows - she's <i>Mystra</i>.


One of the Smiling Lady's faithful graces our doorstep - we are lucky indeed. Be welcome, cleric.


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


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


It's Wulbren I'm worried for. He was sent on to Moonrise Towers.


Ah, that is... complicated.


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


Be ready. Whoever did this is lurking nearby.


We'll, eh... we'll be on our way, madam. Do as you like with the pipsqueak...


You got into my <i>basement? </i>Well, aren't you the shittiest little spoilsport?


Hurt


Absolutely! 'With a foot in two worlds, you're the force joining both... ' You're going to love it.


The Dark Lady's foes must die!


I don't want to be alone again.


I know, but we need to get into the city.


Follow me to the taproom. We will speak there.


You shall bring us true children of the Gate into the light!


I d-don't want to get h-hurt! Leave me alone!


It's grim either way, so why not sell what's left of my soul to a devil? Better he has it than Cazador.


Recovered <br>V4


A sussur tree. Spells will be unreliable.


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


That ox - it can't keep its eyes off me.


I cannot promise that this is the last time I will ask you to fight for your future, your lives, and your city. But I can promise you this.


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


I wish we could get this over with. If I don't make my deliveries, I don't get paid.


Perhaps I asked too much, making him let her go so quickly.


Well. That was quite the security system.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


But that curious streak of yours has brought us this far. I believe you will overcome this, too.


BreathLongOpen<br>ver 1


No. No no no...


If anyone can, I'm sure it's you.


We deserve!


Approximately... zero words? Thereabouts.


<i>I am the only one denied my claim.</i>


Ah - a Continual Flame. There's no dousing fire like this.


Barrelstalk, bloated with poison. Better leave it be.


You're going to hire all the refugees? Just like that?


Speak for yourself. I plan to dwell significantly.


I-I-I didn't realise. Very sorry, ma'am. <i>Very </i>sorry.


Says the one trespassing in our barracks. You're under arrest.


But with the Oak Father's blessing, we may soon see it banished from these lands.


Shadow Druids? There's more to Kagha than meets the eye.


But of course, you'll have to do something for me first. Let me think about it and get back to you.


When the hammer struck, the heir's psionic cry shook the planes and marked his locus. I couldn't have imagined...


The guards will kill me if you don't get me out - please!


Well, we're not getting in this way.


Shirra hath devoted her body and soul to Ilmater. Find her at the Open Hand Temple!


*You've heard of such devils - Sisters of Justice, adjudicators of diabolical contracts and bargains.*


All's well that ends... not as bad as it could have.


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


Silence! The Absolute's favoured are speaking.


A gaudy display - his killer has a flair for the dramatic. I doubt this is their only masterpiece.


You can't make me be the responsible one. I'll destroy us both.


I wish Edowin were here. He would have been honoured to fight alongside you.


Baretha, see that her skull is split and the weapon collected, on Vlaakith's command. I will take word to the Undying Queen - our quest has ended.


Is my word not enough?


I cannot believe that - and I don't think you believe it either.


A cult, from the looks of it. And word's spreading fast.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


<i>One way or another, got to reach the top.</i>


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


Trade with what? Your life was ours the moment you walked in here.


This thing put up a fight. But who'd kill an ox out here unless...


...All right. I... the ghaik did not find my monastery. I led them there.


Let me see what I can claim.


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


Scurry off back to the streets now.


Guess this thing's going to take special treatment to evict.


<i>You </i>did this! The Inquisitor is going to gut us one by one and it's all your fault!


You <i>are </i>a mangled blood brain, thinking Father could be refused.


Because her throne rests on lies, more than a hundred gish scholars could count in a lifetime. I will share but two.


Incommodum!


Quite the deed done, eh, my friend?


Carrion... His invitation, in the atelier...


The missus and I have been dreaming about the city - no more sleeping rough. Didn't expect to find it locked down tighter than a Watcher's fist.


Pulchrior!


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


I'll get you out of there.


<i>No longer. Forget. Forget and rise.</i>


Go, seek the Inquisitor below. And take the cursed thing with you.


Oh dear, you don't have one to spare. Terribly sorry, petal - but no deal for you.


Blast it all - I don't fancy swimming. This way!


And to think I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards. Apologies.


Yes, oh oaken maiden?


People up ahead. Something's wrong...


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


Nulla salus!


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


All that fighting over this chair - and now there's no one left to sit in it.


Don't look at me... don't look at me.


We will be ready, friend of Gond. Lead on.


Ain't just a mark on the flesh: it's <i>magic.</i> Only them what follows the Absolute can see it.


Looks like that elf lost someone dear to him.


I've got your back!


I'd prefer not to see it again, that's for sure.


Let me do this for you. For me. Please, darling. I want to.


Faithless creatures seldom cross our threshold, oathbreaker.


This is a foul place, better buried. Already Boo is bristling - and <i>not</i> from the cold.


Don't you worry - that ship has long sailed the Styx. But a defiant pup must still pay his price. To wit:


Keep moving, 'less you're wanting a clubbing and drubbing.


Yes... In Murder's embrace you shall want for <i>naught</i>.


Such ingratitude from one who owes me so much.


Voco spicae!<br>v2


Attack<br>var 3


May the gods take you first.


And Toobin, my old friend. Terribly sorry, but I spotted a bunch of Gondians floating in the harbour. By the looks of it, they weren't bobbing for apples.


Having a vampire in our midsts will only end in betrayal. I merely took the initiative.


I've got Molly. And - Cora.


Et alibi!


Dying


Tell you what - I'll teach you the vine trick. Maybe some others.


Finders, keepers.


I've got one!


Damned gnolls are everywhere.


It's the Gazette having a monopoly that's the problem - they'd have to do better if they had competition.


A lone cub isn't much of a threat...


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


*Your head screams in agony. The change has come - pustules boiling beneath your skin, your bones twisting, your flesh rupturing... and suddenly, silence.*


Dodge


Is there anything <i>I </i>can help you with? Maybe a shiny shiny new blade?


Closed Mouth Effort v10


So long as it is still our hearts that guide us, yes? Or better yet, my hamster.


In Bhaal's name.


A crying shame, to see such a curious piece of githyanki engineering reduced to junk parts. Still, at least it wasn't <i>you</i> who ended up on the scrap heap.


What are we waiting for? Let's go.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Shovel is gonna MURDERISE you.


*Reservations open for dinner tonight. 'For a meal that will warm your Baldurian soul' - The Singing Lute. *


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


She walks with you. I can <i>feel</i> Her.


Is that so? It's quite a hand...


It's gonna be hard to wear a necklace when you ain't got a neck. Give it back.


*Rasp.*


You are unknown to me, kin. Are you straight from the crèche, wandering <i>unbidden</i>?


They're infected, aye - but they're not with the cultists. Helped me fight them off a while back, in fact.


Then look no further. The Zhentarim can protect the city - but only with Nine-Fingers out of the way.


*Yet this place clearly fell to ruins long before goblins infested it. Perhaps due to the Dark Justiciars you found signs of?*


Let's try this way.<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Hey, HEY! Stop! You're destroying evidence!


Quick and quiet.


But enough of that - I can't believe you're back.


By his hand was the Crown of Karsus once again reforged.


We need to find him, before it's too late.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


You really don't want to make me angry.


Time I scrammed before more pricks from Moonrise Towers move in.


Fronti nulla fides!


What I've lost, what I've gained - it's all so much.


*She parts the folds of your mind again, touching your wants and hopes. Tasting them.*


I can't afford to move house, just my luck.


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


The power's gone. A most vexing chair...


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


A fine agreement, my morsel!


I am always cheered by the sight of a dead wizard... but it seems Aylin escaped. She may seek vengeance against us.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


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


There is. But you'll need to think beyond local healers.


We need to go get our boy back from that awful kennel.


Hard not to. I'm standing downwind.


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


And who I want at my side as it passes.


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


Looks like there was a struggle here.


Always a pleasure.


I'd give my other horn to watch that.


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


His lovesickness will pass, with time. Did you find anything else?


I can do better. I must.


Victory awaits!


These flowers - they're creating anti-magic fields!


See? You're not getting out of this.


The Council is unanimous. Let our walls be girded with steel!


Too right.


Listen pal, only a special sort could'a done what you did. Thank you.


Dying


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 2


You will need to end things with Shadowheart, but hopefully she's gotten used to loss by now.


I'm sweating more than Balduran's balls.


Closed Mouth Effort


Weak


Our victory is assured. In Her name.


But thy allies, who thou sacrificed alongside thyself, are heroes, just as much as thee.


That's why we're here - to destroy Cazador.


Why don't we play a game? You win, I give you <i>everything </i>you desire. But you'll enjoy yourself more if you lose...


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


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


Up, love.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


A prayer book won't be much help to us in this place. We should leave it behind.


Let's use this.


That is how the cult of the Absolute is spreading.


*Do not walk in darkness. Turn to the light.*


Ut ventus!<br>v2