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


Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hee!


I'll spare your life - that's ample reward.


It was an honour to walk the shadows at your side. A little more inviting here though, eh?


Master Halsin... studied parasites... hunted the source...


*Risen Road. Closed due to inclement weather. Seek marked detour.*


PainPretend<br>var 2


Where am I? What is this?!


Shabby workmanship. A strong push and this wall comes down.


There was much disappointment at your reluctance to kill the little Moonmaiden.


Death wants <i>everything </i>to do with you, good villain.


It won't be enough to protect you against areas of utter darkness, though - where the curse is strongest. This lantern should, though.


*Tempers are rising. It's clear not everything you find is at your disposal.*


You still have me as an ally... but anything beyond that was just a fleeting dream - one from which I have now awoken.


If it's an audience she desires, an audience let us provide.


There's got to be another way in.


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


Come, Voss - I need you!


Omeluum believed the answer to this riddle lay within the city walls, and held some connection to the cult of the Absolute.


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


Platform's covered in rust - must be older than bonedust.


Because my compassion is boundless. I stride among the needy, giving comfort where I can.


<i>It's like I said before - I'm just like you.</i>


I believed all our guests had been dealt with upstairs. Werewolves leave so much to be desired.


I'm sorry. But this must be done.


I hoped hindsight would help you see what you could not perceive before. Do you understand why I severed our connection?


This wasn't just a feast - it was a <i>Nightfall </i>ritual.


The crown atop the elder brain. Its markings suggest it was forged in Netheril, an ancient empire whose mastery over magic rivalled that of the gods.


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


I have just the thing.


Gone, leaving only the stench of eggs behind her. Just like my Aunt Gilda.


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


You couldn't have. You knew nothing - just like they wanted. But it doesn't matter now. It's all behind us.


The toys... are there...


I could no more hate you than I could go without air.


I shall not fail you, my lady.


This is <i>not</i> the time.


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


Just need to see your vault pass, please.


What is it?


I'd rather go into battle bare of ass.


Attack<br>var 4


Up for debate.


*One more hapless farmer boy, name unknown.*


What was... hm. Never mind.


Maybe I shouldn't be surprised, given how things ended.


Fallacy detected. Petition denied.


Oculus tempestatis!


Oh dear.


*It appears to be protected by an energy field of some kind, but you're not familiar with this magic.*


Flagello!


Curious.


You're dead the moment you steal from the Zhentarim.


A gem. Looks like it might fit in the altar from before.<br>


*Your parasite shudders for a moment. Your companions know your path, but none celebrate it.*


I may not be a devil, but I can put the Blade's reputation to work.


There's more Flaming Fist on the streets than ever - maybe they'll whip the place into shape.


He's not my clan. He's my <i>friend</i>.


My magic is <i>infinite.</i>


Let us have words.


Winged cat. Well, stranger things have happened.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 3


Barbarian Roar<br>v2


No opening this with that lock still on it.


She's a funny one. All pointy and secretive, but it seems like there's someone very sweet beneath it all, you know?


<i>Why won't he leave? I need to warn the others... and find Remira, if she's still alive.</i>


I'm sorry, but I don't have time for that. Literally. I care about you, but I'm not going to chase after you.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


ClosedMouth Effort v2


*In death, the body is cooling, but energy radiates from the stone.*


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


Thank you. Picked it myself. But enough of that - I can't believe you're back.


His pallor is improving, at least.


Looks rather ominous.


These vagrants took shelter here.


Just a pinch of... ah. Is this... hallucinogenic?


Didn't work. Need to try a different sequence.


Art thou certain?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


I brought you here because I'm true to my word, and I can make all of this tadpole business go away.


Weapon blueprints. A master blacksmith's work.


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


I recognise this wine. It's a paralysing poison...


Have you ever known me to be sensitive?


Not working.


Dead? Blast - not what I wanted to hear.


I - all right.


Of course I'm not. It's just - it gets to you.


We'll prove him wrong.


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


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


Don't lose it! Vile as it is, we need that thing.


*Home of Lavernica. Groundskeeper of Bloomdridge Park. Lover of birds, bees, and everything in between.*


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


Morere!


Not again.


I would have been compelled to offer a prayer to Shar here once... but no longer.


Nay, child, I shall be reborn. I shall emerge more powerful than any of our kind has ever been!


The forge again? Hells, we know everything bar how it smells.


Someone's in trouble. We have to help!


What's it going to take?


*There is a great pause, as if the entire universe had gone quiet - and the connection is severed. Lae'zel has failed Vlaakith; you will not ascend.*


What to choose?<br>


Footprints. There may be even more that survived the crash.


Real nice things I read about you in the Mouth.


Boo thinks you are very wise. He only wishes to remind you that his brain - while vast - would not make much of a meal.


I cannot venture back with you - now that I am in a position to fight the curse, I must stay here and see it through.


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


I have an itch in the worst place.


This isn't why I became a druid.


Dodge
v2


Not an instant longer than I must. Make haste.


Voco glacies!


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


I thought we had a shared understanding - and a shared respect. Perhaps not.


Very well.


I told you all I know. Now go and find him, before you get me in trouble.


Hope we made the right choice. If not...


<i>Heh.</i> Boo calls this nonsense. Less thinking of bad thoughts, says he, and more breaking of bad bones.


Hold on, Johl. Let him talk. What would you suggest?


It's happening. They'll all be taken by the shadows. Only by the grace of Isobel's spell will we be spared the same fate.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


Mine curse hast become thine. Hehe hehee - alack!


Demento te!<br>v2


All right, I'm going!


The merregons' leader might still be around here.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


There's a killer on the loose. But don't worry. I'll find him and crush his skull.


Non movere!


You dare steal from the very sea that birthed you? Enjoy these breaths - they shall be your last.


You wail like pigs - why shouldn't we stick you like pigs?


Understandable. Can't say I'm a fan either. It's just hard to join in when all of this feels so new.


Brought to Gur hunter camp... Cazador found them... took me...


First you sow, now you reap. I trust you shall be more selective going forward, lest it's <i>your</i> blood I spill.


Let's see what you're hiding.


*Your muscles burn with the effort, but the chains hold strong.*


It is polyhedric in shape, and inscribed with the sacred runes of our people.


You know how there's this big nest on one of the cliffs?


I can do that.


No more prayers... only silence and dust.


His House of Hope is furnished with a great deal of treasures, many related to Karsus. But alas, he lacks the crown itself.


I commend your efficiency.


Wanna bite ya. Sink the teeth deep. Yeah.


The git tried t' keep the location of 'is little adventure friends a secret. Made us look real stupid.


There's only one place I'm finding a sussur tree: the Underdark.


The Chosen's blood... now <i>that</i> would be a prize sample.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Only one way to find out where it leads to...<br>


Your lips spill <i>falsehoods</i>! You have taken on the soft, cowardly ways of this world.


You here to get branded?


Not like that chunky dwarf I nicked 'em off.


Pity I got to split you - that forge ain't for sharing.


You want your drink faster? Well, I like big tips - just saying.


*North - North Reithwin
East - Reithwin Tollhouse
South - Moonrise Towers
West - The Waning Moon*


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 4


Keep your focus. A crèche may take any guise - even that of a derelict temple.


Impero tibi!<br>v3


*Wherever Oliver has fled to, you have to pursue him. No doubt he will seek a place where the shadows are strongest.*


Tell me, pet: who's your first target?


*Flaming Fist investigation underway. Stay back.*


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


I have already indulged in one death here... but one more never hurts!


Ha. I never was good at playing the coward. There is no beast here or in the Hells I fear; not with Her Ladyship's protection. Least of all <i>this </i>dog.


That cage won't last!


Me?! No, no - not <i>me</i>.


Another step forward.


I wish I could believe you, I truly do. But alas, I have been cursed with inordinate intelligence and am not about to give up this bird in the hand.


Amusing.


So, will you want to keep yourself for your new, true love? Is this the end of our late-night trysts?


Well. Father would have loved having a grandchild. I know we'll raise a family worthy of his name.


Perhaps you're right... but I trusted her once. That has to count for something.


It would've been all too easy for you to run right past my pod, but you didn't. I'll remember that.


What vile madness is this? If you would make light of this butchery... you are a monster. And I will not suffer you to live.


Pigeon blood. Is there a feasting feline nearby?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


No. You not chicken.


Mind never quiet.


Obedi me!


What in the hells - get back!


I speak of <i>combat.</i> Berserker bouts, in which warriors throw the full might of their fury against one another! In a friendly fashion, of course.


Nothing worthwhile ever came without loss. But together we have the strength to decide who loses. And to make sure it is not us.


Hurt me! Run! Where?


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


The black king has fallen. May you always crush the wicked, be they pawn, knight, or monarch. <i>Proceed.</i>


It doth not erase her pain, but doth hold her mind within its own expansive intellect and dull the grief enough that she may feel it, and be healed.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Curious.


Halsin, no!


None. His wits have departed him, I fear.


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


Attack<br>var 4


Here goes nothing.<br>


Cruelty need not conflict with purpose, and a shattered mind may yet uphold an oath.


What's inside?


Believe or don't. It changes nothing about my mission. I'm hunting a vampire, you see.


And for you, a little advice, free of charge: when a gal's found her golden goose, don't try chasing it off.


*The corpse does not stir. It will answer no more questions.*


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


Surprise, surprise.


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


Justice. Nine-Fingers, punished for what she did to you. And the Zhentarim, rewarded for their stead-fastedness.


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


I am sorry, Scratch.


Of course that's why he came crawling back. He wants to ascend with the rest of us.


Please!


Oh, this should work perfectly.


You haven't told them? And you've kept your clothes on this whole time? How unlike you.


He won't get off that easily. We can force his corpse to talk if it comes to that.


Dying Burning<br>v2


... toll collector... Marten...


Effort v3


I was meant for better things.


A good likeness. Though I prefer the real thing.


Three seek... Adamantine Forge... only one of us... may <i>find</i>...


Now stand back and enjoy the show.


I sensed you would. A problem for another day, perhaps. I just hope there <i>is</i> another day.


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


Huh. Where's Wyll?


Gods, where is it? Someone's taken it! I'm sorry, I don't know how this happened.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Dying Burning<br>v4


I'm <i>way</i> too big.


Some power for the taking.


Canto te!<br>v2


An <i>istik</i>? A curious choice, if indeed he sent you.


Mind never quiet.


*Your response is effective. This was simply a misunderstanding. You're free to go.*


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


Listen!


Tougher bastards than you have tried. Let's just go our separate ways, and be thankful we're all in one piece.


Yes, Auntie. I'll break their pretty little bones.


But alas, they insist on being <i>so </i>primitive.


Wyll, you must hold little love for your father. But please, find him and return him to the city.


Should've trusted my instincts about that Fist. Knew there was something off about him, but I just... let it go.


We need to use the Netherstones on the Crown. That is our fated path.


GaspSurprised<br>var 3


The toys from the barn - this must be where they were crafted.


Looks like the altar will be finished soon.


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


Even I can carry only so much.


Kindly leave or jump in the sea - either works.


And the end is nigh.


The Gate was my hunting ground. I might be responsible for some of these.


SmileOpen<br>var 5


Smelliest thing around here is you, mate. That dung on yer mug's makin' my eyes water.


The ones who triumph earn a place in githyanki society. The one's who don't, perish.


The key to solving a murder is to understand the motive. The ritualistic nature of these killings point to the Absolute, but I don't buy it. It's too convenient.


Timmask! The spores confuse the senses.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


I'm all too familiar with Gale's blood, unfortunately. I can't recommend it.


'Perfect'.


Your goddess awaits. Hear her out, but remember that you do not owe her obedience, and you certainly do not owe her your life.


This might unlock those controls next to the pod.


This is a powerful book of necromancy, but it's guarded by spirits.


But this is no less than what I deserve for failing Her.


Do you think they might write about me in Baldur's Mouth someday?


Mum, pops - can you hear me?


You did not choose an easy path, but you chose the correct one.


Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.


T-tell me, why might one use balsam ointment?


Good to see you. Killed any more beasts out there?


Aye. Transport corridors. Not the most glamorous targets, but without the vine, the cherries shrivel and die.


A murderer with artistic ambitions. Can't say I appreciate their body of work.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


Effort v2


Rumbled. Sounds like this place doesn't care for intruders...


Says you. Me, I'd love nothing more than to throat slam that creep.


At least you have the memory of our night together to reflect on. You're welcome, by the way.


Master Halsin welcomed the refugees in. I wait for him to resolve this.


It hardly has any effect. Mystra have mercy on us all.


I know you stopped the goblins, but I can't stop looking over my shoulder.


Me too. Man. I still had so many questions for her.


Ut ventus!<br>v2


The curse is too strong - my torch won't stay lit.


To the rescue.


She would have suffered a terrible, agonising death had Umberlee not bestowed upon her the mercy of drowning.


A kiln, unfinished sculptures, stone fragments. Masons worked here.


Wait! WAIT! It was Olly, I SWEAR IT WAS OLLY!


No - no! You don't understand - it watches Kled. Follows Kled! It will kill us all.


EffortMouthOpen<br>ver 1


Just a moment.


Eviscerated, no less. A seasoned killer's work.


Never listen to your second thoughts! They always spoil the fun.


That was too close, Tymora smile on us.


Attack Critical<br>


PainPretend<br>var 1


Eh? Oh, those worthless bugs. Always were the stupidest ones I ever raised. Hope the minotaurs get 'em.


I don't hail from the Astral, Jaheira. My glimpse was as brief as yours, before we were cast back to the Material.


Tell me what it says!


EVERYONE! SHE'S BACK!


I can't <i>live</i> without you, Oskar. Is that what you want to hear?


The assailant is dead now. But I overheard some of his plans.


Just go inside, Merri - what are you waiting for?


Weak


And I'm a displacer beast.


Oh, for a set of hands to slap your face. The <i>yanki</i> lost their way the moment Gith threw down the <i>ghaik </i>empire.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


There are sixteen different ways I could really hurt you right now.


It's so tempting - but the Absolute wants her alive.


Aye. 'Business' that is going to get you a punch in the face.


Perhaps they had no choice but to hide.


Untold centuries later, a new tribe revives it. Fresh walls, fresh sculptures...


Do not slouch before me, boy! Have you no respect for yourself?


Barrier's already deactivated. Now there's a stroke of luck.


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


I'm afraid you're stuck with me for now - I can't reach our camp from here.


In fact, I'm quite confident you still have a few good days in you yet. Precious time to practise begging for my help with your bare knees in the dirt.


Boom!


We devour - we consume - we <b>become</b>.


Here for whatever you need, petal.


Bald. Blue tunic. Dumb as a stick.


Cheers.


Need to keep out of sight.


Let me help.


They'd better not. They haven't even paid us for the shipment yet.


I feel... good. It's so strange... do you remember the voice? Aboard the ship?


Impero tibi!<br>v2


And yet you do not heed her <i>kith'rak's</i> command.


Intactilis sum!


Tormentum!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Morio!


Try to do better.


Adventurers, necromancers, cults... Where's the reporting on <i>real </i>things?


Nothing. The activation mechanism must be elsewhere.


So, an amulet of Absolutist rebuttal? Maybe an enchanted ring?


And you - Sharran. Cleric of the Lady of Loss, who is so much more than she appears. You and Dame Aylin have dangerous ground to tread.


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 3


We need everyone alive.


Its name does not concern me. Its <i>power </i>does. I have been awaiting word of this item for some time, ever since I dispatched a cadre of Lady Shar's children to retrieve it. I have been very patient, but no more.


Dodge


*You silently offer a prayer to Shar and her glory.*


Blood, by the bed. Someone did not sleep soundly, I think.


Dying Deep Exhale


You're a bloody vampire! But you bit off more than you can chew.


Are you even trying?<br>


He might be a healer, Bry.


I will take pleasure when I wish, and from whom I wish.


A gem. Looks like it might fit in the altar from before.<br>


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


It is my Lady Shar's will. You should be honoured to be a part of her plan - I know I am.


HAH! <i>Surprise.</i>


Ugh, you're right. Of course you're right.


As luck would have it, she just arrived.


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


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Another trick up my sleeve.


Or, if you're very lucky, perhaps he will split you open and sew in a new one.


Your presence will be tolerated in her company, if you do not interfere with her holy destiny.


You make it sound like we were lovers. Or friends. But that wasn't it.


Tendays of dissections of a still-living victim.


Obedi me!<br>v2


The road to Baldur's Gate is up ahead. No turning back, once we start down that road.


Your betters are no fans of the company you've been keeping...


RUN!


Course... 'cause she promised... to bring Rina's husband... back. But hags... <i>lie</i>...


That was close - this entire place would've been destroyed.


No way to run a business I say - can't even <i>browse</i> while he's with a client.


Did something dig this...?


That corpse is <i>huge. </i>And is that a burning heart...?


Eh? Bugger off. I'm TALKIN' to my FRIEN' about an <i>OOZE.</i>


How's it goin', gorgeous?


We need to hurry, <i>please</i>.


Don't you be messing with my setup, now.


Don't waste a step.<br>


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


Given the magnitude of what we're up against, I see no harm in considering the benefit this offer might afford us. It could be the only way to reach this 'source' in one piece.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall


What if they don't find the weapon? Do we even know it -


He's tottering. Another drink might knock him out.


Yeah. She'll kill us dead if we go back without it.


Those boots look quite special. Something for Gale, maybe?


I <i>do</i> enjoy a good tangent. I have found a way to slip the latch to his house, if you wish to leap into Avernus one more time. The crown seemed to interest you after all.


*Though empty, the flask is unnaturally heavy in your hand.*


Sorry not... to have... met you... properly... when I... was... still alive...


A <i>lava </i>elemental? Because fire would have been too easy.


Worship me, the prophet of the end!


FIRE IN THE - Oh! My silk, what are the chances  - it's <i>you!</i>


He's dead. Good riddance.<br>


Now we need only concern ourselves with goblins, gnolls and whatever else has their eyes on the grove.


The dragonborn... He's working for Ethel.


Morbidus!


By Her design. Can I assist you, Disciple?


Just fine. Eager to serve, any way I may.


I serve you, my lady.


<i>And you will be an illithid for the rest of your days.</i>


Green blouse, brown hair - that must be Miri.


You have my support!


Hurry. We must enter the Prism.


It's beautiful...


*You can think of no way to void a devil's pact.*


I used to hate that sight. The glowing sky, the long shadows, the fading stars.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Best to rest now, while we still can. Who knows what's waiting in Baldur's Gate.


Obedi me!<br>v2


Master Astarion? What are you doing here? Why aren't you downstairs?!


*Flandro 'Tarrasque-Biter' Grassley - The hunter hunted, the biter bit*


What's inside?<br>


Lava doesn't usually pop like that. What gives?


My life's work... gone.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


Like being back in the Guildhall, eh?


This lot better get used to berries.


Your patron may not enjoy you shopping around the divine, warlock, it bothers me none. Be welcome, child of faith.


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_lp10s<br>var 3


The hag's doing. It has to be.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


We will see you soon, with the Moonmaiden's guidance.


Thinking's hard. Drinking's cheap.


What. The. Fuck.


True - my instinct is to rush in and try to make everything better, you know?


Go on, then. Hand it over.


Help! <i>Help!</i>


A scrying eye - best not do anything suspicious while its watching.


True, we've been better-liked in towns we bloody conquered - but it's hard to blame Nine-Fingers.


I think I'm going to be sick...<br>


And to think, some doubted you. But not me, my lady. Never me.


*A pause. And then the flicker of a tongue across your neck.*


Lunkbug... the workshop will be a lot quieter without you.


Man, you're like... the best guy I ever met. You just... kicked 'im... like... kicked Crusher's arse.


*You notice the distinctive calluses on the man's hands - the kind only developed from decades of playing the lute.*


*As you approach the ritual circle, you feel the warm crackle of Avernus' flame across your skin.*


But I have never known 'family' the way you do. My so-called 'cousins' are simply spawn hatched from the same clutch.


You'll be stronger than ever.


But my patron will be most grateful for your heroics. My <i>betrothed</i>, I should say.


And that's the truth. I never lie.


No. No. Must-fix. MUST-FIX!


Voco spicae!
v3


You have nothing more to say? Fine.


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


Both his magic and political sway are forces to be reckoned with.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Aha - thought I sensed an infernal. What are you doing <i>here?</i>


An' the drow?


I can't see a thing.


You cheat. Badly.


Risus abundat!


Phew. Hope she didn't see anything about the Incident.


It was awful. I couldn't look at a lute without hearing her - screaming.


*The locked door has red text on it reading, 'All are awaited, all are embraced, none shall escape.'*


Monsters, I can fight. But I can no more sever these shadows than I could the wind or the sun.


If not over, then through.


Did you see Lord Gortash's latest interview in the Baldur's Mouth?


That should work.


The rumour is Lord Gortash is dead. I hope to the gods it isn't true.


Yes, almost like it's whispering to me still...


The forge at the blacksmith's house should do.


Of course - the Guild always rewards good work.


I sense magic. But where?<br>


I assure you, it will be very simple in the end - there is only success or failure.


This place is like some moist, unappealing maze. Can your nose guide us, Halsin?


Your beard looks like the hairy tufts upon the psurlon, the largest of wormkind that slither our skies.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Please - that won't be necessary. I - I just needed <i>gold</i>. That's all.


Simple.


The shadows yet fester. The Dead Three, united under cover of darkness. The balance shifts.


And mine perish if he stays.


The ledger lies in The Waning Moon. Retrieve it, or this murderer will go unpunished.


And handing it over to a devil would be a way to prevent it? Come now - you're many things, but never <i>that</i> naive.


Away, heretic. You disturb me - in more ways than one.


Oh, and those potions you swiped from me? Keep them - call it a gift from your Auntie Ethel.


Ludus non factum est!


*The door pulses in recognition.*


Tibi do pennas!


Ready for this?


Even if you can resist my words, you are still mine, boy.


I once saw value in our alliance. But you have proven most disloyal.


Curious.


Ketheric Thorm. Looks like he's mourning his daughter.


Glad you made it inside... doubt we'll be safe here for long though.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 3


You dug your own hole, pup. I merely supplied the claws.


Some power for the taking.


Courage. Insight. Strategy. Justice. I remember them well. You made me recite them every morning.


The Murder Lord does not need permission to kill.


Pallida mors!


*You manage to clear the printer's load. It is ready for a new headline.*


Hm. Next time's the charm?


I don't feel too good. What did that druid scratch me with?


I guess there <i>are </i>other uses for magic besides fighting off invading cultists. But I wonder if these mages shouldn't be in the battle.


Combat Vocals - Attack
Ah! Agh!
var 4


Ketheric Thorm, bowed by grief for his daughter.


Well, if that's everything - and I sincerely hope it is - we should find a tavern and celebrate. We've certainly earned it.


Well said. This dream figure is no friend to us.


This is the kind of place where you sit with your back to the wall, if you're smart. And I'm smart.


She'll tear me in two for touching her egg.


What is this? I will have your head, harpy!


'By the Weave, and light-filled touch...' You're going to love it!


Deure!


I don't know what to think. I wanted to see our children again, but not like this. Never like this.


<i>I am relieved you have embraced your potential enough that you could help me eliminate them.</i>


*A scrawled note at the bottom reads: 'Vandalisation of official documentation is a crime. Kindly cease destroying these notices.'*


*Are you such precious cargo that they'd race through the Hells' bowels to protect you?*


Never you mind. Who needs mercy when you've a quick tongue? (And an invisibility potion stashed in your back pocket.)


Yes, that would be good. I'm sure my mother has missed me - she likes competition.


Didn't work. What now...


Too easy.


That was not what I expected to see today.


I'm trained as an assassin. House Hekar. Perhaps I can serve as a scout - or special operations.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


<i>Harpers?</i> I'm afraid I serve a grubbier class of clientele than that.


Anyway. You want to talk? Talk.


I always believed she spoke for the Nightsinger. But surely she would have prevailed then?


*Your efforts have no effect.*


You have a scent of the Weave about you. I perceive you're a cleric of Mystra.


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


Dead it is, then.


Ssh... our little secret.


Then you would condemn us all to the Grand Design. Fortunately, you are not the one in control.


Fine, I'll free you.


The disc is moving. Lady Shar has granted passage to the next step of her Gauntlet.


Dialino!


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


What was that?!


I just lost a wager, thanks to you.


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


The platform's already here.


*It is a tiefling man, one you recognise from the druids' grove - the girl Arabella's father.*


I ain't felt this good in a long, long time.


If we find it, we might turn it against him.


If a lava elemental is made of fire, what am I made of?


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


Allow me to help.


I have to do everything.


*Reforge it, and you would carry the most powerful artefact in the realms. A better fate than the one Mystra offered you.*


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


I wonder if we'll get free wine again this year.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


Bled... me... from... a... hundred... wounds...


Of course. Been years since we Zhentarim dabbled in god worship - so easy to get them all mixed up.


A crypt. What riches might it contain?


My word, a red dragon. Majestic. And malignant.


No bleeding out on my watch.


I can't lose you.


As an ally must.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


I won't bother to argue with you. An arboreal shaman can't be expected to understand the rigorous protocols of theoretical research.


The hammer is ours, the devil is snuffed out. Our power is undeniable!


Inficio!


Consider me intrigued.


Now, what do you want, exactly?


Come, then. If this gith prince is some saviour of prophecy, then let <i>him </i>take on the face of a fish.


Dead? Godsdamn <i>wretches</i>!


You look too old to be training with us. Way too old.


You can't be serious - they'll find me. A cell won't keep me safe! They run this city.


I'm going to go out on a limb and assume that Lae'zel may not be keen to share you with me.


*Confusion crosses Zevlor's eyes as he takes you in.*


I'm sure this will be riveting.


Are they all like this?


You've seen those gruesome dioramas that have been springing up, right? Corpses posed like unholy paintings, blood everywhere...


I... I do not recall this, in all honesty.


I am Dame Aylin. Out of this hellish realm I carry my sword by the blessing of my mother, Selûne.


Ugh...


Well, that turned the tables. He ran off. Left us to deal with the bloody thing. I guess it's obvious what happened after that.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


But anyway - thank you. It will be happy indeed.


Chest's unlocked. My prayers are answered.


Indeed. I have been dosing my partner while they sleep by my side.


Am I alone here? I can't see, I can't hear, I can't feel.


It's something very important to your master. But is it a love letter, a warning, or a deed of ownership? I could give you all the gory details.


He's all yours. Don't forget to feed him - he bawls something proper.


Here goes nothing.<br>


But you can rest your mind. I'm not one to indulge so publicly.


Haven't you felt it, Holy Child? Bhaal has a noose around your neck. You must trust him, and leap.


Hells - as if the targets on our backs weren't already plain enough.


The gods won't listen to me. It's my fault she's dead.


Look, either you came to buy things from Tamara, or you really don't understand how shops work.


Entirely unnecessary. Though if they <i>are </i>so inclined, I might be convinced to share a stanza or two of my own for inspiration.


Sorry, I'm just... tired. Of this - of everything.


Well done. The world's better off without it.


Let's see what comfort we can offer a grieving mother.


Obedi me!


But Gale... I can't believe he's gone.


I'm sorry, it just... it sounded just like my daughter. I thought I was protecting her.


I need to get into the city. But it's hard to shuffle your way to the front of the queue when you're, well, big as an ox.


<i>Now slit his throat, and open that gate. The Absolute wants all of them dead.</i>


SmileOpen<br>var 4


Well. This looks familiar.


You have earned the right to stand before Bhaal's tribunal.


Dirty work's the only kind I like. Gets even messier the more bodies you throw at it. Think of the potential.


*Still, you <i>are </i>free. Your future is finally your own. Now you just have to decide what to do with it.*


Another doppelganger. DRIBBLES LIVES, BOO! Or. Perhaps he was simply killed by someone else.


*As you down the potion, a comforting warmth spreads through you.*


Our happily-ever-after wasn't to be, but I still treasure our alliance. Now come - we've plenty of work still ahead of us.


I need a little extra edge.


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


A shame it's so dank and decayed down here - I suspect there's a wealth of history to be uncovered, if any could hold their breath long enough to find it.


The corpse mentioned a key... this must be the one.


Curious mask. What's it doing here?


I'm not half as mysterious as you might think. Respect my privacy, my beliefs, keep us focused on finding a cure...


Thank you for your help with those toys. Gods only know what could have happened if you hadn't stepped in.


Not forever, of course - I still owe you a portrait, and I intend to deliver on my promise! But first, I need to rediscover my inspiration.


Gortash carried the last one, didn't he?


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


Ow! That damned kobold...


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


You're right - Gond saved me for a reason.


I feel we're intruding. We should leave. Quickly.


I do not like this bendy battle-stance.


You were lucky that Halsin knew this. His instincts are right.


*You've been seen stealing from your cell. It's a low point, but this guard might be about to make things even worse...*


AgreeClosed<br>var 3


I've had a little stone caught in my boot the last while - clearly that makes for a better travelling companion than you do.<br>


Well, I remember I was sad... but in truth, I'm not quite sure what caused it. I'm not even sure I know what sad <i>is </i>anymore.


How many die today? How many die tomorrow?


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


Off with you. They'll get suspicious.


Gorgeous mail on that fist.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Toobin thinks you can do it, that you're the one who will save us all - which means I do too.


I'd drag you into the sand if I thought I'd survive it. Then again, I suppose I can think of worse ways to die.


Baldurians think all druids to be hay-haired idlers, Halsin. Perhaps we ought not speak of nature - but high art, or politics?


Take me by the hand.


It was not my work itself that has ever been a challenge to me, merely the circumstances.


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


Step to it.


He'll need help to survive those shadows. Only a fool would face them alone.


I'd bet my last copper there's a pier nearby.


Our people will remember you - the rebel illithid who stood beside their reborn prince and ended the Grand Design.


Please - Auntie has gifted me idiots twice your size to feast on. You are a mere <i>appetiser.</i>


Now he's supper. That's wot happens to people that mess with us now we've got th'Absolute on our side.


This soul awaits thy command.


*She joins her thoughts with yours, and you are as one. You share in her strength of mind and formidable will, but also the doubts that eat at her conviction.*


Strangers? Only in a fool's definition of the word.


I am here for you, my friend.


*Pure lust courses through your veins and plucks at your flesh. You don't know what you want, only that you want it.*


What's this rune, now?


Almost there. I just need to insert the mould.


Wyvern Whiskey - aged in Nimbral, exported to Waterdeep. This is the good stuff.


Barbarian Roar<br>v3


Hello, world.


SmileOpen<br>var 2


Maior, fortior!


Closed Mouth Effort v3


<i>Argh</i>. By the gods... it hurts. Help me, please.


Let us have words.


I need a moment, please.


I needed the breather. Looks like you need one, too.


Sure, Gortash didn't <i>need</i> to make them speak - but that's precisely why he's a genius!


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 2


All of it, so I could <i>rot</i>. Because the person I trusted the most gave me away to the devil.


...I will do it, Overseer. Forgive me.


We do not need to make more because you indulge your every murderous whim.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


My head is pounding... <br>


I hope he is grateful for the price you paid to help him. Generosity like yours should never go unrewarded.


Nine Hells!


Wait, this is a <i>merregon's </i>mask. Warriors of the Nine Hells - they disintegrate when they die.


A mephit?!


Ingenious use of the magic in the tower's floral core. Though not ingenius enough to outsmart Gale of Waterdeep.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


<i>Again?</i>


That's the plan! We looted an entire inn - brought back enough booze to drown a dragon.<br>


In that case, bring it on.


We tried - the wretched thing followed us. We have no choice - we must find and destroy it. Before it consumes us all.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 4


Uh.


Don't fancy getting my hands dirty. I need a shovel.


What do we have here?


Effort v3


Okay. I promise to be <i>really</i> good with practising - but only if you look for my mum and pops. Deal?


Orpheus' will above all. May the Comet blaze our path forward!


Where did the djinni find this crap?


Surely you can't just go roughing up your customers? Especially if <i>you're</i> the one at fault!


Then my enemies have already found the forge. Which bastard stole my glory - Xargrim? Filro?


*'The Annals of Karsus' would no doubt have much to say about the crown's true nature, if only you could read them...*


Victory v4


Argh! It's screeching for help!


If this was not enough to convince you, what more is there to say?


That was not what I expected to see today.


Wildshape... that was no ordinary bear - that was a druid. Need to see the corpse.


Harming me will not aid her in the slightest. Nothing will at this point.


Like winning my unwavering affection, for instance. And oh, you did a very good job of that.


Ah-ah. If <i>I'm </i>a mind flayer, <i>you </i>are too. Checkmate, spots.


Looks like fun, but we're not getting in this way.


Round and round.


We're ready to lay down our lives if you are.


Timmask! The spores confuse the senses.


Do you have elder siblings, wizard?


Bene curatur!<br>v3


Oi, ugly!


Wozzat...? I think I 'eard the Absolute's voice just now.


This is my home. Do not stay long.


Sob<br>var 2


Be on your way, citizen. Got a lot to keep my eye on round here.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


A prayer sheet. With the same symbol as the one on the chest.


Tee-hee.


I have you.


'In her blood be anointed: Dark Justiciar.'


Look well. Our stupidity. <i>Our</i> price to pay.


The object of Father Lorgan's demise, I'll bet.


Peace at last.


May she burn in the Nine Hells.


In Her name.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


We've already gone through enough grief today - we don't need you making a bad situation worse.<br>


But I am engaged in celebration of the purest form - <i>commemoration.</i>


Dying Burning<br>v6


<i>Sicarius...</i>


It felt like a bloody earthquake.


*Your attention is drawn to a metal block loaded into a slot labelled <i>'Headline Article'</i>.*


I knew I could put my faith in you. If only we had met sooner.


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


*Her mournful eyes take in every detail of the room, but the hound looks right through you. She's lost in thoughts and memories.*


What is this?


All things in Her design.


She'll be all right. She's a brave girl. We'll get through this.


True. But I'm a bard, remember? I want to do more than sing about other people's adventures.


No slot for a key. Wonder how it opens.<br>


Another quake. What's going on?


You and Gale.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 2


Now you're here, and we can rest.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


GaspFrightened<br>var 1


Ocior!


Raphael sees everything you do.


To Ramazith's Tower we go.


You're lucky I respect her. One more chance, then - tell me about the relic.


Glad to have an ally.


Come and get me!


Seemed to work.<br>


*But would Shar agree? She may be pleased to see offerings to Selûne stolen. Difficult to say.*


Even if we only have tankards of river-water to raise, we'll drink to their memory.


What colour should we paint Lily's casket, do you think?


So. You and Minthara. Wow. Impressive.


Ah! The noise. They will come soon - all of them.


<i>Say whatever you need to, then let's move on.</i>


Now now, no need to get out of humour. Manners are everything.


Hey, can I see yer brand? The priestess gave me one, and I think she did it wrong.


You have been a stone in this city's boot for too long. And it will be no Stone Lord who reaches 'twixt Balduran's sticky toes to dislodge you - it will be <i>Minsc!</i>


Origin Extra: Dying Burning


Swing-and-swivel. Wait... wait... now lunge!


A mind flayer dummy. Good for practising on.


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


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


Sob<br>var 1


<i>Brains?</i>


I once asked of thee - do illithids possess souls?


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


This soul remembers its invective, but remembers not its tongue.


That doesn't look good.<br>


A skull larger than Minsc's own - it could only be a ghargatula. Boo taught me how to pronounce it.


Focus, children.


Get back!


Don't be a fool. A broker is as bound by his contract as his buyer. The Hammer must be real, or Raphael could never take the Crown.


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


It sounds like strange advice, but it has served me well in the past.


They - they're dead!


His coffin is just upstairs. A decent burial is the least I can give him.


I'm in your head now, sweetie. And I'm not going <i>anywhere</i>.


Off with you, then! We don't need an audience, that's for sure.


But let's not allow our baser natures to prevail. In truth, I've grown tired of this rooftop anyway.


I have kept my word. My guidance in exchange for my freedom.


Very well, then. Die if you want to, I will carry on regardless.


Maledicte es!<br>v2


Ale me!<br>v3


That should work.


*The whispers, the pain - it all disappears in an instant. You are yourself again.*


I won't let you down.


Secret tunnel... entrance hidden... Selûne temple...


Just remember who your friends are, will you? In case you start to become... well, you know, <i>hungry</i>.


I'm a deep gnome, you're a grey dwarf. You helped me, now you plan to enslave me.


Lord... Leper.


There are always other concerns. Let Shadowheart at least be forewarned.


We all missed the clues. And in return, Astarion tried to open our necks like bottles of Thayan Red.


Victory v2


I am your strength.


Lorroakan's the type to cower behind contraptions and cantrips rather than facing danger. He has about as much spine as a gray ooze.


That doesn't sound promising...


Ngh... no!


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


Gods above, what a forsaken place.


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


This is my duty. I will protect it.


We did what we had to do.


Te video!<br>v3


In nocte consilium!


Perhaps I should have said something before you actually <i>bit</i> someone.


You can't hide forever.


I'm no more 'in cahoots' with Gortash than you are. Which is to say I'm just as much under his thumb as anyone else in this city.


Do not misunderstand me. I want this.


Leave me alone.


So be it. But the truth will out, Gale. Some secrets can't go untold forever.


Not true! I know you're a goblin-destroyer, an adventurer, and most importantly, I know <i>you </i>like <i>me.</i>


Broken. Must have been here a while.


GaspSurprised<br>var 1


Fair enough.


We need to march round the front, and kill every last one of them. Let's see them eat our food with their guts on the floor. What do you say?


I better get a 'thank you'.


Someone forgot to oil their equipment. Everything here is rusted to the Hells and back.


Death will be yours and yours alone, <i>ghaik </i>slave. <i>Htak'a!</i>


But a broker is as bound by his contract as his buyer. The Hammer must be real, or Raphael could never have the Crown.


*You excavate the empty caverns of your useless mind. Shovelling, dozing, blasting through the smoothbrain.*


My bedside manner is beyond reproach.


Everyone hates the Absolute, I guess.


Odd things. Wonder what plane they're from.


It might be that you have to turn and face her - you cannot change that. All you can choose is <i>how</i> you meet her: as another bloodied child of Bhaal, or as yourself.


There something I can do for you?


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!


I have to hurry.


It's opened. I wonder what's back there.


Perhaps something else will come to you, before we part ways. Rest well.<br>


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


Ngh...


'Scuse me, ma'am - gotta concentrate on the meat.


You're right - though I like to think my wits are the best weapon I have.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


Done! Easy as anything.


Drop to your knees and beg, <i>thrall</i>.


I'll keep an open mind. But I'll also keep my hand near a weapon.


Seems he never got her ring. Lucky for me.


I'll take that.


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


Mors certa!<br>v2


No rest, be you wicked or wise.


Aid from the darkness.


I will see that it is put to good use. A crate of apples perhaps, or a bottle of wine...


<i>I know you will. Your faith is true, and when you strike this blow, a cleansing of my church will be unleashed, with you as my instrument.</i>


Where are we going with this, Gale?


Dying Panic Fall


A mimic? Damn - should've seen it coming.


Bloodied pigeon feathers. The postmaster's messengers, perhaps.


I don't like the look of that mushroom. I should stay clear.


A big, empty seat, just waiting for the right person to fill it.


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


I'll be out of your hair soon. I just... can't bring myself to leave.


Karlach! I thought you'd got lost in the shadows. Glad to see you made it through all right.


It shall be done.


Of course. I don't mean to rush you.


<i>These deathless dreams hold memories of a mortal life once-forgotten. Of the boy I was, the man I became, the monster that will not end.</i>


You won't be telling her anything. 'Cause you'll be dead.


Very, very <i>hot.</i>


What is that <i>stink</i>? It's making my head spin.


Tell her Mayrina says hi.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


But wait - you are hurt. Please tend to your wounds before we begin your penance.


I know you. You're with <i>them.</i>


Have you seen how much the prices have risen? Might as well be throwing my gold straight into the lava elemental!


Word of warning, though: I wouldn't spend too long nosing around - Umberlee likes her visitors to have a bit of purpose about them.


Very well. You may go freely, and count upon Lady Shar's warriors when the final battle is met.


Yes, saer.


Aye?


Welcome to Wyrm's Crossing.


*Your lies only inflame the matter further. Things could turn ugly, very rapidly.*


A front... Masking... The Grand Design...


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 3


Hmm - I think it's the one ending in 'ash'. Easy mistake.


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


<i>Magga cammara</i>. That's a hook horror.


Ready? It's time to take the fight to them.


Look - there's something on the other side. No way through from here though.


Flagra!


The lava's erupting. Better watch my step.


CoughIll<br>var 1


Step by step.


I know my teachings. There are no half measures.


You what? I'll gut you for this!


Wizard... archmage... wielder of the Weave...


Could the missing letters be over there?


Recovered <br>V4


The shadows are cursed - either keep away from them or destroy them with light!


Marcus' last gift - a dead Flaming Fist.


What the... this stuff is everywhere.


Grrrreat! I'll go first to show you how it's done, and then you see if you can top me.


Flesh inside is quiet - flesh inside is dead. <i>Murderer.</i>


Perhaps this will cure you of some self-delusion then. Come on.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Like the sight of blood, do you? Thought you'd've had your fill at the gate.


Piss off, or you'll end up like this bleeder.


People up ahead. Something's wrong...


It'd take an age to hack through all this.


Effort v9


I know you'll look out for her. You will, right? Of course you will.


We really showed that pottery who's boss around here.


Thou knowest the answer to this already. The daughter of Selûne, whose blood thou left unspilled, revealed long-hidden truths. Thou must win back that which was taken.


'Ello again. Commander's waitin' to meet ya. Don't be shy.


*Can this be true? Is Prince Orpheus really such a threat to your people or simply a challenge to Vlaakith's rule?*


Bit of a mess you're in.


Ambition. A fitting domain, for that is the only thing you will have to offer your worshippers.


Seems like a good moment to talk.


Thank me by returning the favour, why don't you? Come on - I've sure you've got something better than carving wooden ducks.


N-no.


Please do. I've been <i>dying </i>to find an infernal mechanic.


A brine pool - but it's empty.


Falling


More likely you just think you've taken us for as much as you can.


If it gave the Absolute and her cronies a headache all I can say is - well bloody done.


You be safe out there. Can't trust a damn soul.


Ah!


Brace yourself!


There is nothing left for us here, sisters.


Sob<br>var 2


Should get some rest - I need to keep sharp.


Amorous passions usually make people more <i>considerate, </i>Minthara. Kinder. Sympathetic. Better at cooperating.


You wanna haggle? Fine. The price has just doubled!


Quite the welcome.


If you knew the truth, you would not mock us so.


These are not aspirants. You have brought traitors of Bhaal into our midst.


Clausus!


No, no, no. Of course not. And as an artist, I want to capture your <i>true</i> essence in this portrait - bloodstains and all.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


That, or we've just prolonged its misery.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


My apologies. Welcome back, True Soul - what news?


Everytime I close my eyes, I can see... <i>it.</i>


Don't try and sweet talk me - I've heard it all before. Get in line.


Maybe if I squint?


You're all talk. You always were.


I'll do my best but there's every chance I'll fall to the curse or the cult before I reach the city.


I can't lose you.


Mind flayer's dead - the imps killed it.


*Here lies Sister Kevin, a more devoted mendicant never lived*


Nulla salus!<br>v3


The voice of the Dark Goddess herself.


His confidence is an asset. His pursuit of valour? Not so much.


Ex Textura!<br>v2


That's them seen to. Onwards.


P-parasites! <i>Worms!</i>


Let me do this for you. For me. Please, darling. I want to.


Sod that, I've got a better idea - I bet they'll be doing citizen-on-the-street reaction interviews.


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


If the hag dies, she'll take the child along with her.


I hope I'll find all the pieces of my mind that fell out of my head over all those years, and that I'll be able to put myself back together again.


Liar!


We need to get that spear - there's a library in this place somewhere. That's where I need to look.


The enthusiasm is appreciated, but hopefully not.


I've lived at the mercy of fiends - a devil's plaything trying to right the Coast's wrong.


Makeshift Selûnite graves. They were buried with haste.


...Doesn't matter much anymore.


I have had unusual symptoms from my parasite - perhaps this is a side effect of yours?


If yer close enough to talk with me, then yer too damn close.


No, Boo! It was not <i>'something I ate'.</i>


Only a matter o' time 'fore <i>I'm</i> a True Soul, too.


Two people just died on temple grounds. Our high priest, Father Lorgan, and one of the new refugees, Brilgor.


<i>It's messing with your mind. Don't listen to it. Use the stones. </i>


I hope they string up whoever did this to her.


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


I can't risk destabilising the orb. It can't be me.


The master needs all seven of us for the ceremony. Come with us and be reborn. We'll live again.


What are you doing?!


An elaborate mould - for casting or forging. It belongs to an equally elaborate forge, I expect.


Of course. Such distractions are hardly the most important thing to discuss at present.


Effort v6


<i>Where are the others? Mari, Barton? Did they kill them...?</i>


Hmm? Urgh. Are those two still talking?


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


You need to get up early indeed to get one over on Nine-Fingers. If she were easily toppled, Uktar would've done it already.


Gloves for Minsc! Or, perhaps a bedroll for Boo.


Find out who it is. And bring them to me.


Bump your head last time or what? Ain't difficult, mate.


Pulchrior!


Victory v3


*Whoever this dream figure, one thing is clear: Vlaakith would sacrifice her own faithful to slay them.*


Dying Burning<br>v3


Hurts... it hur-hur-hur-ha-ha-ha...


So it is. But a very fine one.


Get to the walls, beat the goblins back. Trust me - it's an easier job than this.


I've got something special for you.


Why did you rush those cultists? You should have run away!


You horrid, horrid beast. What is wrong with you?


Voco glacies!<br>v2


This must be the god they worshipped here. Can't say I recognise him.


It may not be the best idea.


Effort v11


As Head Clerk, I am happy to assist you in opening an account. Otherwise...?


Pigeon feathers. One of the postmaster's birds did not complete their route, I suspect.


Of course, it did cost us a wizard. Poor Gale.


The swords cleave both meat and mind, body and brain. To swing one, mesmerising; to be slain by one, agonising.


That ship's sailed the Styx already. All I can hope for's to limit the damage.


Dunno. I just use the one I know.


The scalpel does not discriminate. Let each and every one of you partake in its soothing journey.


*There is a dark forest out there somewhere. A place where a frightened little girl became Shadowheart. You must seek it out, and when you find it, offer a prayer for your parents.*


The goblins will be out for blood after what happened at the grove.


A quiet evening, for once. Perfect for two people who'd like to take some time to themselves, if you catch my meaning.


A life and how it is lived are different equations.


<i>Hmph.</i> Yes, Boo - a coward indeed.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


What more is there to be said?


You know, I can swear there is someone, but their name escapes me. Hells, even their face escapes me. A figment of my imagination, perhaps.


Mastery in all things.


Stay back and stay calm, I'm warning you. She was on the list.


Of couse, thoughtless of me, my apologies. But at least you cannot be infected <i>twice</i>... or at least, I hope not.


Do it - dominate the brain. NOW!


And still will. Perhaps I <i>could</i> not stop you now, even if I wished it. But I hope I will not need to find out.


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


Nasty little runaway. But you always find your way back to Godey, hmm?


*The flames fall away, a mere illusion. You sit the dark again, beside Lolth's majesty.*<br>


The debtor's attire is filthy and flea-ridden, but it does keep the nasties at bay. Best to put it back on.


Maior, fortior!


Start with Hoots, if your whistle needs wetting. You want extra attention? Try Mamzell Amira.


This'll do nicely.


Impero mortuos!


He's right. No one's safe if that thing goes loose. Not even us.


Drunk humming the main theme of the game


What'd I tell you pricks? Get your arses moving. We're headed to Moonrise.


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


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


Hm. How about... cake?!


This might sting. Whatever.


Ha-HA! Look at this - I'm quite saved!


Blink and you'll miss me.


Go right ahead.


Welcome back, mate.


Inscrutable markings.


Time is far crueller than Shar could ever be. I... do not think I will ever get better. But I wish to make the most of the time I have left. With my family.


It is you who should be praised, brother - you are Silvanus' instrument. And please, just Halsin. I will not demand honorifics of my saviour.


Effort v3


<i>As did I. </i>


Ah, faces I have not beheld for a long time. Nature's warrior and the idiot ranger.


But it takes thugs to keep order outside the walls. The Fist only go there for good lawless fun.


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


It is a secret so great that if her people ever found out, that would be the end of her rule, the end of <i>her</i>.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Need anything before the fighting starts? No tricks this time, promise.


Your body's a temple - to an idiot god.


<i>The brain - it's here. Stay away from the gate.</i>


Must still be tired. Poor Scratch.


Please. We've got some tongue-looseners in the fire if you want 'em. Uhm. We'll leave ya to it!


Hm. A book on Netherese magic. Gale may like to know.


Right, I'm out of here - I need a long bath. I'll leave you to your very serious business.


Not up for trading today, I'm afraid.


I think we're done here.


Used by initiates for the final step to becoming Dark Justiciar... not all were worthy of the Spear of Night, it seems.


Seems to be stuck.


All right - bring it on, whatever you are.


Es praedae mei!


Get along, then.


*A rush of pleasure wells up within you at the thought.*


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 5


NO! I mean to say - I am quite content behind bars. A precautionary measure, you understand.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Dying Burning<br>v2


Ye watching gods - I don't know any prayers, but rescue me from this pit and I swear that I will change.


The <i>kith'rak</i> demands the fugitives' heads. I should have given him yours.


I reckon you'll hear <i>something.</i>


To the rescue. Of course.


...cut me deep...


That contraption's a hot ticket item. Might not be our last scrap for its sake.


I'd rather <i>be </i>a mind flayer than have to watch you become one. You still get to live. Do it as <i>you.</i>


'Scuse me, guv - this is a crime scene. If you've business here, go talk with Constable Devella.


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


Huh.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Trusted... me...


Morere!


But without the hammer, you can't take me anywhere. Find the HAMMER. Cross the HALL. Break my CHAINS.


You haven't been using the parasite's power. You think you don't need it.


Of course. I'll make my own way.


*The Blood War. You saw it from above as the nautiloid passed through Avernus - this woman was on the front line.*


Someone escaped. One of the adventurers?<br>


<b><i>Exactly as I intended. </i></b>


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


I'll give it a shot.


Please - get me out.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


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


Better be cautious.


So move along, okay? Make room for the real chumps.


You there - a word, if you please?


You've read Manshoon. Seems you know our ways better than poor Rugan here.


Curious. Looks like someone made a little den for themselves here.


*Your mind lurches, reeling suddenly as if... bitten.*


Yes.


Then again, I feel pretty good. Strong. You know?


Shh, you should listen to Crusher. He's just... 'e can do anythin'.


We're Zhentarim.


You saw what those bastards that run the place were doing to Arabella. Scaring the precious mite.


*You catch the scent of death on the man's clothes, his skin damp with decay. He appears... unwell.*


((*come. come*))


You would sacrifice yourself to <i>ghaik?</i>


What to do?


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 3


Best act fast.


Put 'em up.


In a bind? I'll help.


Go chat with the others. Wouldn't be fair to keep you all to myself - for now.


I am terrified - I will not claim otherwise. My face could scarcely conceal it even if my words sought to deny it.


You're a monster.


Good idea, I think.


Mors certa!<br>v2


A list of names with some crossed off. Odd...


Excuse me - I must rest and think.


*The sting of the rod washes over you, again and again. Like some cruel, endless tide. But you shall not cry out, or let tears bead your eyes. You shall persevere.*


<i>Chk.</i> A cheap trick.


Armour and blood. Hardly a good sign.


<i>I am not your enemy. </i>


Thou art saucy as gruel.


*Rest in peace at last, dear Connor. And I hope you are happy now.*


So you caught Reynash in the act? As useless a criminal as he was a Fist. Not that I'm surprised.


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


He'll find your weaknesses. Stick a knife in the cracks and prise you apart. Unless you get him first.


Voco glacies!<br>v3


A doppelganger? At least we didn't kill a real clown in front  of an audience...


Hmm, a pixie. Not what I expected to run into in these parts.


Astarion! This can't be the end.


Have to keep going.<br>


And when we win, there'll be loot enough to make us lords.


In gratitude, I'll grant you a swift death. Baretha? You know what to do.


Trot on if you want, or you could see if a friendly face'd do him any good.


And I don't get the sense that my father was being literal.


You had a little hiding place that you went to when you needed to get away - you brought me there sometimes. We'd talk, play, read, do each other's hair...


Excellent.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Just think, with how advanced the Steel Watch is now - imagine where we'll be in a year. In a decade! Exciting times indeed.


You're a terrible liar. Tell me everything - <i>now</i>.


A hag's staff has to be brimming with magic. Take a look, Gale.


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


All that live can die. I can help you plot Ketheric's demise, but I need something from you first.


No... there's far too much life in your eyes for you to be a thrall. But I can easily remedy that...


The voice of Shar herself. Fascinating.


Not sure I get that. The bars don't make her special. But, fine, whatever.


We are yet to uncover the secret of the Absolute. You must return to Moonrise Towers, while Ketheric is weak.


Hey, maybe steer clear of the beasties? One of them is near rabid, and the other is looking at us like we're supper.


They've gone hostile. Did the machine do that?


I'm exhausted. Better find somewhere to camp soon.


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


*Here rots Treston Brumwilt, philanderer and wicked excuse for a husband. May the crows use this marker as a privy.*


Kagha fooled us. We're lucky you were here.


With haste.


By the gods, not Lae'zel.<br>


Sob<br>var 3


Ding-dang-dong, your stench is strong.


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


Impero tibi!<br>v3


Yes, you are. Now stop squirming!


I say, I've heard nothing but wondrous things about good souls like yourself in the paper. Keep up the good work!


'When?' I'm glad you have such confidence in our endeavour. I confess, my own's not constructed from such immutable materials.


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


Orders were to stand by here. No booze. No sneakin' off.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


And here I was hoping you'd embarrass yourself with some pathetic justification.


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


Keep them away from the kids -<i> please. </i>


<i>Zhentarim! To arms!</i>


Ain't sure why ya killed that soft-arse to protect me. Don't care, neither.


A tragedy, Boo! The great Dribbles will dribble no more. Well... a little more.


NonoNONONO PLEASE-


I know this shape... where have I seen it?


Tormentum!


Almost there...


Let's hope the Lady of Loss is pleased.


I was one of his first, some of the others came years later. He was a monster to us all, but did take special pleasure in my pain. He said my screams sounded sweetest.


I spy with my little eye...


Zarys promised good coin for an <i>unopened </i>chest. If we want to collect, it needs to stay shut.


Hope we can at least rent a room inside - if this line ever moves.


I don't understand - what am I supposed to do?


She would have made an exquisite warrior, with proper indoctrination.


Acidum!


Looks like I need to find a more active way to entertain you.


We have the hammer - we can free Orpheus.


My power walks with you.


But know this: my wrath is carried with each of my faithful. It <i>will </i>find you.


*Someone's reported a theft in this area. It seems you're the likely culprit. What will you do?*


A cadaver with the brain removed. Is this how they puppet the Steel Watch?


Well, that's not good.


*A choking sulphur stench wafts from the twigs Barcus is cautiously assembling - explosive arrows.*


Another brain.


I should hope so - they certainly don't get paid half so well.


Over time, the infected victim turns into a mind flayer.


Amends? You think you can amend <i>this</i>?


Allow me.


Then you'll understand why we must leave at once.


Resisto!


That's a first. Usually I'd allow you in, but in these times I can take no chances. Move along - no circus for you.


Wonder what's past this.


Voss' next destination was Baldur's Gate. We should check out Sharess' Caress when we get there.


We need to move - NOW!


Death won't take me yet.


It's been a long day. I'll need to rest soon.


Monster. Death is too good for it.


The finder keeps!


Ignis!


I am the Blade. I will chase my prey until death takes me.


I... the High Harper didn't tell you? Perhaps... it's not my place.


*Your argument is dismissed. Only the Warden can grant such exceptions.*


Out in the open, though? Not likely. I smell a trap.


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


It took me so long to find you.


*Hollow-eyed faces stare out of the cells. Some meet your eyes, but most look away. There's an almost physical stink of decay and neglect.*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Instead, you've granted the opportunity I've so long awaited.


Shout


She hungered for Bhaal's favour more than anyone I'd ever known. But <i>her </i>daughter, Orin, hungered even more.


Imagine the look on Maldza's face...


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


I am coming, my love.<br>


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v2


You're not...? For the best, I suppose. I wouldn't have fared well against the real thing.


The Moonmaiden guides, and helps us find our true selves, Shadowheart. Daughter.


We need a plan. We need a <i>leader</i>.


Oh? Did you enjoy the encounter?


We won't honey. We'll get her a coffin, I promise.


At least there's no permanent damage done. Or not too much permanent damage? I suppose time will tell.


After that, well - it's up to us to decide. Any ideas?


The Moonlantern. Not as theatrical as I expected.


Normally the Baldur's Mouth illustrators capture people perfectly - but they didn't do you justice. Wow.


Damnable vermin. I will not let you be preyed upon by this - this <i>louse</i>.


I've pledged my life to protecting the meek from monsters - but tonight, I was the rampaging beast.


I have to clean up the bodies - I have to hide this!


Lead on, then.


It's true that many of my brethren are enslaved here, but my intellect has secured my freedom.


Ffion? Poor lass. Works her arse off for the Mamzell, but don't get much in return.


Well, that was invigorating.


For the Absolute!


And only She knows what part twits like them have to play in it.


They've saved others and they'll save us too!


We did as we were told! We're loyal to the Absolute - tell 'im!


And yet, these sisters must exercise their gifts, for the art of absence lies in its execution.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


I have nature's fury on my side.


Shadow Druids? Kagha means to turn the circle.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


What the...? You can't just go around <i>licking things, </i>you know.<br>


Whatever do you mean? We're just two normal people living normal lives very, very normally.


A protector is guarding it, if I'm reading this right. And this 'hot hammer' is key to its downfall.


Does Shadowheart know that? I saw how she looked at you earlier.


A cosy nook, some might say. I prefer an empty grotto and a few hides.


You - you saw the doll too? It was in the next room - staring. But when Kled looked back, it was gone.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


Answer me true and do not lie: the parasite is changing you, isn't it?


I wasn't sure you'd want to talk, after Gortash and... well, everything.


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


Maim, at w-orst.


*The tressym stares at you expectingly.*<br>


I'm not <i>just</i> hungry! But, also, yes. I am hungry.


The more time we spend together, the less I feel I know you.


Mushrooms - poisonous, if memory serves.


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


I would prefer to put my faith in your strength than the favour of your god. After all, it is Orin and this grand deception that he chose - not you.


<i>Seek it... seek it. SEEK IT.</i>


<b>YOU WILL ANSWER TO ME.</b>


Enjoy the party, saer.


You deny yourself, but it won't last. It's in your <i>blood</i>.


Stars, you hadn't heard? <br>


Piss off to every hell.


It's a pity. That place was pretty beautiful.


Even if the parasite caused your little 'episode', it had better not happen again. People can't just be murdered in camp - some of us are important.


You're one of the rabble they write about in Baldur's Mouth, aren't you? I will not be seen associating with the likes of you.


Rest time feels so wasteful. I could be <i>training</i> right now.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


I would be a paladin again - with a god's purpose, a god's power. Everything I needed to protect my people.


She fulfilled her destiny, returned to the stars, and she did not do it alone. She achieved her lifelong desire - ascension, with her partner by her side.


Wait. This looks familiar.


Enough waiting. I crave blood.


You fight poorly.


Thought you'd be ten yards tall, the way Zevlor spoke of you.


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


Venenum!


<i>Has animas offero in sacrificio...</i>


She's dead. Bex. How can she be dead? After everything - Elturel, the druids, <i>this </i>place. It makes no sense at all.


<i>(Its author was a spectacularly talented halfling. She was - allegedly - able to establish contact with members of the Seelie Court.)</i>


Come on, open up.


Need anything before you head back to the hells?


Looks like a beast came through here - a big one too.


I will not say I'm pleased with your choice - but I will wish you good fortunes. Whatever may come, you are still <i>T'lak'ma Ghir</i> - Sister in Freedom.


NO! NO! NO!


I remember this shape...


You drow can be light on your feet. Must've been why you were sent to join the hunt... Praise the Absolute.


Pretty, but it doesn't do much.


A pleasing thing, to see these stones stained with the blood of those who disgraced my Father.


You will live. My blood will thicken in your veins.


Hm. All right.


You can be among them. I have a mission that will earn you the General's favour.


*It appears the more you talk, the less trustworthy you seem - get ready to fight.*


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


Apart from facing legions of Absolute followers? The whole region is shrouded in a curse - a shadow curse.


You can have a look. Just don't touch anything.


All right.


To the Absolute!


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


I, too, have been touched by Avernus, my boy. A tale for other places, other days.


Whoa. More carnage.


You wish me to go speak? Of course.


Is that supposed to be a bard or a druid?


BAH! Slippery as Boo at bath-time!


Should get started.


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


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


*This tower - a part of you knows it. A part of you <i>hates </i>it.*


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


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


Might make this watch more exciting.


The stone's less worn here. Recently uncovered.


East, in a blemish of moonsglow, piercing the dark - it is aptly named, this Last Light.


Quietly.


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


However, should you wish to trade places with your 'companion', simply touch the lamp! Now, I must be off - I'm a century late for an appointment.


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


We've been waiting - hoping against hope - for someone like you.


Well somebody had to. You weren't exactly forthcoming with any offers of help.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


All mine.


Are you really being waylaid by a snack? Let's just look around, vermin be damned.


I - I don't believe it. I <i>won't </i>believe it.


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


All quiet - Nere must've died. Which means he won't be needing his head, of course...


Voco araneae!<br>v3


Is there anything else I can do for <i>you</i>?


If you are sure.


Although I can't make any progress as long as those spirits remember their mission. It seems to be all they know.


But you're a traitor - probably been from the start. Get the hells away from me.


I'm not letting you bring me down. The <i>kith'rak</i> will appreciate me eventually.


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


The Guild's a Zhentarim outfit now. Keene's crews will forget she ever existed, once their cuts start getting bigger.


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


Sooner than later, if I've got a say in it.


Intactilis sum!


The Szarr signet ring. I've never seen it up this close.


Bhaal's blood-addled beloved, swaddled in sinews, thinks it can <i>judge</i>?


Murderin' us with our own beer - that's proper cruel.


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


Looking ahead.<br>


Jergal, Scribe of the Dead. Must be one ancient chapel.


I can't say. I don't think anyone can. But when it's coming... you'll know.


Taeglyn... carpenter. Father of... two.


Rolan's right - I should have done more, I should have saved you.


*Your call echoes as it plunges downward, before gradually fading away.*


*You know you got lucky tonight, but will your luck hold? You'll need to be cautious - next time the dice of fate might not land in your favour.*


Get out.


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


Good. You're dismissed.


What happened here? It's hard to make any sense of this mess.


What an ugly doll. I'd only give this to a child I didn't like.


You're right to question.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


It is already living up to the legend.


*'The Theft'. A red-haired man is depicted in the Hall of Wonders, thieving an astrolabe of entrapment.*


This ought to sting.


At once.


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


Closed Mouth Effort v8


But make no mistake, I can see the change in you, feel the parasite worming its way through you even further.


Some sort of temple? Looks abandoned.


To the rescue.


Bet I can crack that open.


<i>Tread carefully now.</i>


Then what <i>are </i>you looking for? Because it seems like you're following me.


Enough. A crèche is near - we must seek signs of it. Forward, through the pass.


I hear shouting up ahead.


C'mon.


Do not worry, slaughter kin. My blades are still sharp and sweet. They will greet you soon enough.


Not to cast any slight on you, of course. Your form rather suits you.


Hey!


We're sorry, we'll leave!


Eternal imprisonment. Would have been kinder to just kill them.


Mortalis!


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


A terrible fate, to be trapped here so long.


Fine, I'll help.


Silentium!


Enjoyin' your visit, yer lordship?<br>


Ah - bruised your feelings, did I? Excuse me if I don't weep - got problems of my own.


I'm not going back. I like it here - I've made a family for myself, I get to play all the time.


Bow before me - before the Absolute! BOW!


But I will attend to the Prism's occupant, in time. Perhaps your mission can still be fulfilled... but it will not come at the cost of mine.


So, you survived. That's more than many of my kin can say.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 3


More pigeon remains... looks like it was dragged toward the temple.


Victory v3


Thank the gods - I've had too many miscreants think my kitchen's just another themed playroom.


Excellent. A servant most willing.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


I hope to see Halsin return so he can help us heal.


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


You too, good-looking. Now get out of here - can't be acting all soppy in front of the customers.


Let's just... let's just <i>go</i>.


Effort v7


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


Unless you got another reason to be here, feck-shite.


I ask you again: <i>why am I here?</i>


Look at it, come crawling home, hands stained with the Bone Lord's soot. And you carry his stone.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_lp10s<br>var 3


My love! My joy!


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


Please - help me.


Absolutely incredible. I can hardly believe it.


Nine Hells!


I need you vitalised.


We should find the rest - stop the infestation before it spreads.


Ha! Pet ownership is an illusion - nature's creatures choose their own companions. No one has true mastery over them in the end. As it should be.


If <i>he</i> still believes in Gale, the boy should not be overly concerned what his lady love thinks - goddess, or no.


Wealth is to be shared, I suppose.


Don't do it, my tentacled friend!


*Belch.*


Ansur is sleeping under Wyrm's Rock Prison. But what's this of a true hero's spark?


Dodge
v2


Flesh inside is quiet - flesh inside is dead. <i>Murderer.</i>


If you can't even guard a blasted shed, it's no wonder we're being replaced by Steel Watchers.


Tampered or not, we need to get these things out of our heads. Let's find another way.


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


*The Absolute's Chosen, Ketheric Thorm. So vast is his repute that even the beasts bellow his name.*


*Your behaviour has caused upset. Now a fight is unavoidable.*


Shhh. Let's not disturb the sleeping beauties.


Silence, quiet, <b>hushhhh</b>. Just drink.


For a time, perhaps. Deception and concealment has been part of my life for so long... but this is different. This is beyond me.


*Clobbered right in the middle of the market square. What a dashing piece of brutality!*


Oh feck. They look hungry!


*The Karsite Weave palpates within you - stirred by the very prospect.*


Thou quivering plague rat!


Beshaba's black bones, you bloody found it. Funny thing, though - I swear I told you not to open it.


If that story makes it to print,  it'll send my reputation down the privy.


No matter <i>who </i>you are.


Effort v3


Hm. What sort of 'curio shop' has authentic infernal objects?


Indeed, most practical of you... I can only hope you did not find it an unpleasant endeavour.


Shout


Gah! Nora's what you call an M-F - the M stands for Monster. Let's just say I ain't that type.


Once out of the shell, I plan to take a twofold approach:


Don't stand too close - you might be contagious.


GruntAngry<br>var 3


This is the work of a bulette. A land shark.


That gem looks like it belongs upon the altar from earlier.<br>


You're trying my patience. Get out of my sight.


Lavender. Whenever I saw Thaniel, I always smelled lavender.


Minsc feels no shame in sorrow, mind. It is as much a part of life as breathing, or picking goblin teeth from your knuckles.


Come - we shouldn't linger here.


Take out the drider - we need that lantern!


Lady Orin has long awaited your presence here... I have long awaited the sound of your screams.


<i>Very</i> hot, by the smell of it. Might be burning out a piston ring - or leaking oil. Mind if I take a listen?


Recovered <br>V4


*The guard insists that you meet with their leader - a Harper by the name of Jaheira.*


If you cannot believe his words, then watch his doings! We will foil the Zhentish plot - and then we will show Nine-Fingers the five-fingers of Minsc! Yes?


*The clock seems caught between a tick and a tock, as if time is holding its breath.*


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


Invoco te!<br>v3


Dead. Seems these True Souls have their limits.


*As the symbol glows, power courses through you. <i>Authority</i>.*


Bloody hand's shaking...


Ut ventus!


Anyway, let's back to camp and our bedrolls. We should try to get some rest tonight.


Balduran's bones - the githyanki crèche is naught but rubble, may the Triad have mercy.


Come, we must follow the brain's path. This time, we will not fail.


After such carnage you'd persist? Sometimes there's folly in such courage.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Is anyone else's tadpole squirming around a lot more than usual?


Because that person was a monster hunter, and they killed it!


Gods, don't tempt me. I'm finding it hard enough to resist you as it is.


My name? My name is Dolly thrice; now won't you free me from this vice?


It's the least we can give them: a future worth looking forward to.


Can't bloody believe it. No more puzzles. A <i>travesty</i>.


You can't just wander off! Stick with me, I'll show you the way.


A pin with the Harpers' emblem. Strange to see this all the way down here.


I will keep it from consuming you. But for the sake of both of us, you must learn to <i>wield</i> it.


Grab your bags. We're moving!


If the last day has taught me anything, it's that the impossible is more likely than you think.


Hmmm. I must not be doing it right.<br>


*A death viper. You have milked their poison before. A single drop of it could kill that child in a heartbeat.*


The evil thing's gone! Now, where was I...


We have to free Orpheus from his domed prison. And it seems Raphael holds the key.


A spell, clearly. I can't say I'm familiar with it.


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


I hear fighting. Trouble's not over yet.


It's done, Shadowheart.


Goblins and humans worshipping the same god? Eerie common ground, if you ask me.


Thank you. I won't forget this.


Oh no.


*The denizens of Last Light are fed up with your reckless torch-dousing in the face of the shadow curse.*


Please, get <i>out </i>of my nest. You'll give Xavier <i>ideas</i>.


Never seen a coin like this before. Most peculiar.


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


Oi! Get your lardy arse out of the doorway. Serious work goin' on in 'ere.


Charming. Seems like you can't even take flight to evade this shadow curse.


It cannot be far. Let us rattle dead Gortash and see what falls free.<br>


My darling, we agreed you'd scout for the nearest Selûnite enclave this very night. Let us divide our efforts, all the sooner to be reunited.


It's like being watched over by Queen Vlaakith herself.


Think you can take me on?


Looks like that elf lost someone dear to him.


*The room swims back into focus as sensation returns to your body. You are intact. As is your tadpole.*


That wall's barely holding together.


Time for a chat.


I hope I find them soon. I like this game, but it is less fun to play it alone.


That was wise.


Try to be more careful, darling.<br>


Look - it's an honour to be chased by a famed hero. I'm no devil, though. Not by a long shot.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!


Still alive? How disappointing.


I don't care what you say! I'm gonna save my brother!


No thanks.


<i>You are.</i>


Vos curo!<br>v2


So it seems.


But despite everything we gave up when we destroyed the brain, it is good to be here with you.


An' I run up to the guy an' think, 'Try healin' <i>this</i>'.


This should burn going down.


Across... the... Ebonlake...


You can do it.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


If this adventure has taught me anything, it's that there are things in this world far more valuable than power.


Gods - it's as if a giant's squeezing my head... Is this the brain's doing?<br>


Time for some bloody work.


Cazador was alone - we are not. And we will not let you stand in the way of our freedom.


That feels good.


Hither! O! Hither! Come, come! Sororicide awaits!


We'd make better strangers.


Hah! You? Kill an eagle? But if you think you can...


Rion says RUN!


Gods above - what happened?


Veni et iuva me!


Ellie... fisherwoman... Elturel...


Let's fix you up, my love.<br>


For your sake, I hope you are right. But I fear you are not.


Dying Burning<br>v5


The Blade of Frontiers has done what he can to help us prepare for the journey, and we're grateful, but it'll be a short journey if the goblins still own the roads.


Another trick up my sleeve.


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


Get this blade out of me... Use it... Kill me... kill me NOW.


Bene curatur!<br>v3


Take me with you!


Elturel... Zorru... friend...


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


In truth, I'm not sure. This is beyond all reckoning. It's still part of Thaniel, deep down, but it may not recognise that, or <i>want </i>to recognise that.


What a lovely specimen she is. A blushing apple, begging to be plucked.


A thousand gold, all in cash, no notes.


It's huge.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 4


With pleasure. It's not often one has the chance to threaten a goddess and make good on it.


What is that <i>stink</i>? It's making my head spin.


...Mummy...


Worship me, the prophet of the end!


CoughIll<br>var 2


What for? It's all dark and muddy.


The Absolute's forces will march west, to Baldur's Gate. Let's aim to reach it before they do.


I killed him... bathed in his blood... a death worthy of the list... of the Tribunal.


Odd - someone's cut a notch in the tree there.


He can be <i>un</i>made, but we need you to find out the source of his invulnerability.


<i>One way or another, got to reach the top.</i>


Attack<br>var 3


This might sting. Whatever.


Agh. Well. Good feelings never last, I suppose.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


Here goes nothing.<br>


A commemoration of battles long past. Like the town itself.


The gnomes - speak to the gnomes!


Doesn't do anything.


Te adstringo linguam!


Tsk. That flat nose of yours has gone poking in our <i>business</i>.


*There is something unknown and unspeakable, deep within your heart.*


Hurt


Shouldn't be trouble for a brute like you.


I am by all accounts a student of higher commerce and extortion.


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


Drunk


There is work to do.


Drink up, Blars, we're celebrating! If you won't drink with me, I bet this stranger will. Right, stranger?


As noble in death as he was in life. His sacrifice will not be forgotten.


Seek an audience with Lady Orin at the altar. She has a... surprise for you. Heh.


Flagra!


MMn- ahh. Oh, forgive my negligence! I entreat - don't do that to me again!


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


No use.


If they do, we will deal with them in a manner befitting the Black Hand.


Here goes nothing.


Can't see a thing.


The glaive the druid's notebook mentioned. Its owner thought it was cursed...


This is a safe place. OUT!


Effort v6


Quite a spear. Why hide it away...?


Let us away, friend. Minsc and Boo are at your back. Your... slick and slippery back.


Tonight seems perfectly suited for such endeavours.


I wish Aylin would be more careful. I couldn't bear to lose her again.


More pilgrims are arriving, Disciple.


Better move.


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


Not that <i>you</i>'ll give a triple-shat damn, but we were ambushed by them bloody cultists.


Hush. No noises. Disturbs the spirits.


Very well. Since you insist, the fate of Baldur's Gate and the world entire must hang upon your conviction.


Hells, darling - another sip, and I'm like to spill over.


Any questions? Minthara is the one yer after.


Better make my next move.


This curse doesn't stretch much further than the shore. We'll hide out on the water, plan our next move from there.


Still, I would like to return here some day. See Thaniel and Oliver again - in my meditations, or perhaps in person, if the Oak Father wills it. I hope he does.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


Devilkin. Am I in the Hells?


Settle in, lads - we've found our home away from home!


Locked. The means to open it may be nearby.


Your worshipness!


Free the drow, take his head, get out of here in one piece. Easy as one, two, three.


Sniff<br>var 3


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


You want to live forever, don't you? To be mine, forever?


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


I doubt it - but even if you do, you won't survive the fight.


I will be, soon. I am perhaps just one hard day away from being without any troubles at all.


A ritual circle. Seems to be infernal in nature.


You led them straight to us. And you let them take the druid, too. Unbelievable!


What about Lae'zel? You mean to say you'd end things with her... for me?


Might be useful.


Yes. From doubt rises certainty: Orpheus, the Prince of the Comet. He is living truth, <i>undeniable.</i>


Viconia - to battle!


Only if you're buying.


I've got aches in bones I didn't know I had...


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


*Another breath in, another breath out. You can worry and wonder tomorrow. Until then, you must rest.*


Bloody doors!


StrugglingOpen<br>var 2


I shall handle this.


I am correct. Again.


Quite a god to bring them all together. And quite a fool who'd draw their ire, hm?


I won't argue. I know - I can barely believe it myself. I will carve your name and deeds in <i>tir'su</i>, forever etched in slate.


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


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


I've got you.


*It appears to be an ordinary sheep.*


--  <b>join </b>----


Did you see their idol? A pretty thing. And powerful.


Better to have it in my hands - and far from your precious world - than in the hands of the gods and monsters that fight over this city's soul.


Maybe I need more pockets.


Your body's a temple - to an idiot god.


Perhaps stealing from wizards is not the wisest course. Consider me reformed.


No, these tadpoles are a gift I intend to use to the fullest. You should do the same.


Oh, no. They do not like that at all.


A couple turns should do it.


No - NO. The <i>zaith'isk... </i>What have you done?


The text in this book resembles that etched upon upon Szarr's signet ring...


*The story was mere wishful thinking, of course. Orpheus is defeated, and the prophecy's failed. The lich queen reins eternal.*


Instructed... to raid... the city...


You killed Isobel. And all those people besides. What's <i>wrong </i>with you?!


Mortalis!


*A pocket of psionic energy reaches out from your mind to the Astral Plane. Your plea has been heard.*


Gods. Something tells me I won't be sleeping well tonight...


I smell a trap.


Free? Glory to Ironhand! I'll join the others.


Torches are useless here. The curse is too strong.


Assuming he's even still alive.


What to do?


Release me.


Ulma? I don't know the name, but she might be worth talking to.


Seems like his godlike powers died with his followers.


Uh huh.


Right - let's keep moving.


Feculent beast!


If I wanted water, I would bloody ask for it.


Ready, unseen.


Video veritatem!


UnderstandAh<br>var 1


<i>If you change your mind... you know where to find me. </i>


Saw you, making off with our boat. You should've stayed away, sun-scum.


That's a devilish-looking book. The kind Gale might covet.


*You should return to the githyanki crèche and face the inquisitor who turned against you.*


I didn't think that would work. This shadow curse is something else.


There's still life left in this old thing.


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


Punge!


I suppose we should aid him... though I'd hate to miss the show.


Open up.


Giant mushrooms? I've never seen anything like them.


Don't say that. It's their fault, not ours.


The final bodypart. Time to show the Ringmaster.


An earthquake, perhaps - strong enough to rouse the dead, too.


Hmm.


Your guess is as good as mine.


Hells, I need to get out of here.


Nine-Fingers set a poor trap, little banker. Let the Absolute's faithful show you how it is done.


Hey. You all right up here?


Though... I couldn't help lying there, thinking about my parents, before you stirred.


The last time a subordinate questioned my judgement, I ate tongue stew that very night.


Hmm. Won't work from here.


<i>Die.</i>


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


Oh, investigating are you? Well, my deepest apologies, <i>detective</i>.


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


Freedom. Or what passes for it.


Bet that will fit in my pack.


Dying Burning<br>v4


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


You know better than that, <i>Stone Lord.</i> We found the good in you - and we found it in another Bhaalspawn, once before.


What the... <i>I felt that! </i>You were in my noggin like a worm in an apple!


It definitely looks cursed enough to be a hag's lair.


By Mystra's mantle, what a smell. Something strange is in the air...


Catch!


Lord indeed. I used to bruise my knuckles on his whimpering little face. I'd like to have snapped his neck!


Don't want to move rocks. Bad smells. Death smells.


Lucky for us, I've found a way to stop it -


Dying Burning<br>v3


I'm wasting time talking to a damned man. There is too much to do - too much to prepare.


Answer them right, and I send you to safety. Answer them wrong, and I send you to the guards.


<i>It is a shame Lord Gortash passed before his Steel Watch could condemn this wretched tavern, this absolute hive -</i>


Garbage.


*And come, they most certainly will. Whoever this dream figure, Vlaakith would clearly sacrifice her own faithful to slay them.*


Divination is a skill few can master. The rest of us must simply muddle along, content to view the past with a clarity the future rarely offers.


At least try and not be hindrance.


<i>They're a vampire.</i>


For her purposes, perhaps. Shar is quick to discard whatever she has no use for. I think you know that well enough.


I can't turn it on - not without whatever fits in that socket.


Standing here, I feel like I can see into forever.


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


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Voco spicae!


<i>AH! Oh gods oh gods - </i>look, let me live, and I'll say nothing. I swear it. Just leave me and mine alone.


And yet you hesitate.


Huh?


I was such a godsdamned fool. I believed in you. I believed in <i>us</i>.


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


Boat's free! Go, GO!


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Just as I'm no stranger to the scars it leaves behind.


<i>A rift - go! Into its mind, destroy it from within!</i>


Barbarian Roar


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


<i>But unlike you, unlike the others of my kind, I am no slave to either. </i>


Come on now, guys! Nine-Fingers herself bought a very fine hat from me!


*You've been caught trespassing. Again.*


Dying Panic Fall


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Diminuo te!<br>v3


Won't get that open easily. Maybe there's another entrance.


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


What happened, happened. Standing here arguing won't change it.


Glue and optimism are holding this thing together.


There's a safe in the back - within is years worth of research. Kill her before she sends more of her monsters - I beg of you.


Let's hope it doesn't come back to bite me later.


Laughter


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


Let my bones rise and the storms gather. Witness, Balduran - the final tempest has come.


We are twins.


Et alibi!<br>v2


Strike down the advisor who would lead the city to ruin.


So rich they piss in golden pots, or at least that's what Henrietta tells me. She's Hurlbut's daughter.


Can't never 'ave too much beer.


All right, we're good to go. Say goodbye to Cap and come up the hatch when you're ready.


Demento te!<br>v2


Allow me.


Siccut cattus!


Gigans!


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


Ancient bones, long forgotten.


Gods have ascended through far stranger means - a circle drawn on a globe, a walk in a swamp, the destruction of a magical stone. Why not with a symbol of such innate authority?


Don't really have any to spare. Maybe if I tried pissing on it...?


To me. <i>Please.</i>


Acidum!


All right. Time to skulk about.


What kind of companion would I be were I to sneak a peek?


Holy hells. By the looks of it, we're stuck with the damned thing.


Vincit qui patitur!


Lucky I don't leave you to the gods.


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


They'll have to cut through all those tieflings first.


Time works differently here. It's hard to explain. Sometimes I can barely even remember what it was like before...


*The tadpole spasms, seizes. It's fighting the potion even harder than you are.*


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


<i>See you later</i>, then.


High time we put an end to every enemy that's haunted us here. You've given us that chance. We won't waste it.


Right. Well you can tell Lord Gortash all's well. Water's real rough between here and the Iron Throne, but we're making it work.


<i>Say good-bye.</i>


You have never tried it, I assume.


*But there <i>is</i> recognition of another kind between you. The faint, fleeting odour of decay, as if both of you stand in an open grave.*


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


Better not be cursed.


Nothing.


Your salvation. And not for the first time. I saved you before.


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


Meditation Breathing