My very blood, and by extension, His.


Attack Critical<br>


Good. We will both have our vengeance on Orin. All that we need argue about is which one of us has the pleasure of opening her throat.


A spell, clearly. I can't say I'm familiar with it.


You'd be surprised.


Loviatar? Sounds like a violent goddess.


Queen's blessing upon you.


I'm not sure I like her chances out here, even if she does have powers.


Hostium munera!<br>v2


Excellent. Let us teach the cult to fear <i>us</i>.


Someone made short work of these gnolls. Made it look easy too. That's someone to be reckoned with.


Bhaal below... it's the false Chosen. One who would die by our hand is unworthy indeed.


In the name of the Absolute! Kill them all!


He'd have betrayed the Circle. Same as the duergar - coward.


Hello, world.


Be glad you missed the execution. It's a mercy when their necks snap...


You need a pick-me-up.


But I assure you, enjoying the spectacle will be quite beyond you.


Light on my feet.


Never mind. It's not your concern.


Minimus!


The task ahead is monumental. But we're all that stands between victory for the Absolute and freedom for all.


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


There's worse ways to travel, I guess.


With a flick of the wrist.


We have a lot to discuss but first, you have someone to thank.


A tide to which I am no longer beholden. Ah, the freedom. You would <i>never </i>understand.


Way I see it, the city's a whole lot safer since the Steel Watch showed up. And we can thank the late Lord Gortash for that.


Dialino!


Ale me!<br>v3


Damn knots...


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


Balthazar, a necromancer lap dog of Ketheric Thorm's.


I need a little extra edge.


Morbidus!


You ate... a big orb? Curious. It's best not to overindulge, no matter how delectable the morsel.


Here has music, beer, dance! You dance too.


These flowers - what is this feeling?


I'll fuck him up. Bad. Just say the word next time he slithers into our camp, and he's <i>gone</i>.


A word, if you please.


Is that... yes! His hallucinations made real.


Torchstalk! Best watch my step - they like to explode.


As is your will, <i>ch'r'ai</i>.


Of course he'll come back. He's got to... right?


City Watch - into position!


Pallida mors!<br>v2


To the rescue.


Let's crack it open!<br>


Oh! Ohhhh. Master should go see.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


We've been more than generous already! We have to take care of the grove's future.


I am perfectly charming, I'll have you know. On Crèche K'liir, I was known for my dazzling smile and charisma.


Soft meat, uh-huh. That's what I thought.


I can't believe that worked. These shadows really do twist people.


I could end it now - but I'll be patient. Father will see us together again. He will see you bleed.


Besides, Shadowheart still suits me - even better than before, perhaps. You can't cast a shadow without some light.


The texts are enciphered, but I've solved the pattern. It's a story. About - about Orpheus.


No. <i>No! We're not done!</i>


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


I ain't looking to make friends - or enemies. Go bother someone else.


Perhaps she chooses to do, rather than say.


Then I guess he'd better get well, and soon.


He made it. Now let's just hope he survives what's on the other side.


*You are the Blade of Frontiers, racing through the wastes of Avernus. Just ahead, a diabolical figure - red skin, single curled horn - blazes with flame, bloodied greataxe held high.*


Teth'ka... warrior for my Queen... blade for my <i>Kith'rak</i>...


Is this it? Seems a little underwhelming for a holy relic.


That's that, then. Let's see the gold.


It's the mask! Get that thing off your face!


Time to show us your might.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


Actually - don't answer that. The littler said about it, the better.


It's all right - just breathe.


Perhaps it's better the ogres aren't coming. I'm sure they snore.


Dying Burning<br>v2


So, what's next for us? The world is our oyster, and she has many pearls we can choose from.


Attack Desperate<br>var 4


Pizzled rancour!


Rambling nonsense. Why someone would be drawn to this is beyond me.


Don't make me burn you to a crisp.


<i>They're going to call for help! Stop them!</i>


No.


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


This is madness.


Be wary. The forest is lousy with goblin traps.


I suppose I'll leave it be, so long as this thing you're 'handling' won't blow us all to smithereens.


Taken from the light to be raised in darkness.


How about this?


Show no mercy. We must cleanse this place.


Voco vineae!<br>v2


Moonmaiden's light upon you. And may she spare a little for me, too.


These rats paint a vivid picture, do they not?


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


Clause Z, Section Thirteen: <i>'If the soul-binder consents to separation, she will release the soul-bearer from all obligation within six months.'</i>


How could you just eat the noblestalk?!


On my way.


Going round <i>again. </i>Can't we just lie down?


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Perhaps they can bridge the gap and do what I believe they <i>came </i>here to do.


You talk about the honour of your order, but what about my honour? I made a deal!


What are you doing? Stand back! Now!


Too late - the shadows stir!


*Lathander's light may be infinite, but his mercy is not. Return. Now.*


Ah. To no surprise of mine, you're more competent than Baelen.


The means to loosing the Prince of the Comet was within our grasp - and you refused it.


I need to get you out of here. It was difficult enough smuggling you in here, covered in cloaks. It'll only get worse as normalcy returns.


You forced me to leave you behind.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


The Stone Lord's men... <i>interlopers</i>...


I remember that noise from the Underdark - another bloody hook horror.


Interesting selection.<br>


Hello?


*Somewhere between pity and disappointment, the Emperor's final gaze cuts through you, signalling your joint downfall.*


I do not trust Mystra to do right with the crown. But you are wise to give it to her.


Ever a man of leisure. Would it pain you greatly to assist me along the little voyage I intend to undertake to this aforementioned camp?


Kiai<br>Var 3


Oh no, my friend. I have my own plans.


Lies! I'm stronger than ever. And I've got the Absolute on my side.


Configo!


Lucky me.


HA! Must thou carry on so?


A mind flayer? Absolutely not. No way.


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


Upset? I guess not, as long as everyone's, you know - above board. I get the appeal in theory, but the reality makes me want to take a lye bath.


<i>The Flaying Queen... An heir of Murder... Take our strength...</i>


Might be we'll see you in Baldur's Gate. Tieflings offered us coin to guard 'em on the road.


Locked. Best find another way in.


And there she goes. And it that... sulphur?<br>


The Absolute's armies are on the march - and Baldur's Gate is their target.


Effort v7


His intelligence may yet prove the key to unlocking the artefact's secrets. We should ensure we follow up when we reach Baldur's Gate.


What would Minsc say? Ah yes - 'Go for the eyes, Boo!'


Stinky.


*The screech quiets, the howl fades. Your mind is hollow, save one lone voice.*


Cough_Ill<br>Var 2


That much we agree upon.


A-all right, fine. Take it - take it all! Now... can I go...?


We are all going to die, my friend - some of us merely intend to do so in service of something greater.


These myconids are the welcoming sort, at least where blubbering gnomes are concerned.


Let's try to avoid any more punching - we need to find a healer.


Quite the descent. Best get started.


An exceedingly close shave. The entire place was nearly destroyed.


Some charm, to warn of our entry. Better to dispel it before passing through.


Dialino!


Then I hope the road rises to meet you, wherever it leads.


Can't see a thing.


Ketheric's late daughter. <i>Isobel</i>... the name of the cleric at Last Light?


Not in front of me, please. I've suffered enough.


We need only settle the matter of Waukeen's Wage.


I won't waste time in a petty tug-of-war. We'll do this together. We've got the cleric alone. Now's the time.


You louse, you mite!


Will we be prey for a deceiver? NO.


You're more concerned for her than she is for you, clearly. We need to take care of ourselves.


That skull - something's happening to it.


<i>Unfortunately, beyond the assessment of my own kind, I cannot speculate what has passed through your cerebrum.</i>


And I thought I knew what hell was...


Say - is that Gale's tressym? I wonder what it's doing out here.


It's already finished.


*It will be a solitary existence, the kind you might have appreciated once. No unnecessary chatter, no menial tasks for whinging wastrels.*


What? Um.


So Orin is a shapeshifter. How long has she been watching?


That drow cowl might have bits of magic lingering inside it. Any thoughts, Gale?


Hold still.


I wonder...


Leave me alone. I mean it.


I'd like some time to talk.


Fine. We'll rest here for a while.


Vos curo!<br>v3


Recovered <br>V4


Give them nine hells.


Touché, Lae'zel! Perhaps wits are contagious.


A pity for us both you've turned your back on me so often.


We could have tried. We could have given them the same chance I had.


The brew's been chilled!


Volo non fugia!


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Odd.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Weapon blueprints? Looks like this sussur bark might come in handy.


The sooner the better. If anyone can fix up this pigpen, it's him.


I can't force you, Karlach. And if you'd rather go now - here - I suppose I have no choice but to respect it, though it breaks my heart in two.


Amazing that the sword stayed sharp for so long.


My family have a saying: 'Do not provoke what you cannot kill'.


He was right, though. Coming back to this hellhole was a mistake no amount of gold can put right.


Drow craftwork - though better suited to a wizard. Gale?


Already open? Huh. In you go.


The Nine Hells of Baator. The ultimate torment, some souls would say.


He told me about someone he knew. Someone called 'Halsin' -  a druid. Thaniel spoke of little else.


Resisto!


Things have changed, Godey. We might surprise you.


Dust yourself off and let Boo have a look at you.


Wyrm's Crossing. We could be inside the city walls before long... and I could be back where this all started.


Decapitated - but still warm.


Try to keep up.


You see, 'Face<i>maker</i>' is a bold title to give oneself, Master Figaro...


*He stands silently, staring intently at nothing.*


I got faith. I just got common sense too.


Thank goodness you came along when you - oh!


These markings look recent. What could've left them...?<br>


Let's not waste any more blood, hmm?


And who're you? 'Nother pest? Elves... think ya rule the world. Hah!


May you wake with your lungs full of water!


Still warm to the touch, if you can believe it.


DRIBBLES, NO!


Cal is dead, all right? <i>Dead.</i>


BLASPHEMING TONGUE.


SmileOpen<br>var 5


The Chionthar'll run red, if I have my way.


Thou hast returned? Mine own disappointment knows not its bounds.


How about we all take a nice deep breath and calm the fuck down. Just cause I want to live doesn't mean I want him dead.


Well, if you insist...


You are a wizard, are you not? Surely you have an obligation to learn about the world and all of its mysteries rather than destroying them.


Tempestas!


Newspaper says Steel Watch production is increasing. Doesn't seem to help Lord Gortash keep ruffians like you off the streets.


... <i>agh!  </i>You - you've got the same thing I do, in your head. I felt it.


Pallida mors!


That's the same mistake I made when they were taken. It's not a mistake I'll make again.


Effort v10


Unseen, and ready.


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


You are a True Soul, sister? It is good to have your assistance.


If so, they might have returned to the grove.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning


Another mask.


In my name.


Loquere si tibi placet!


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


Look at all this stuff...


Rambling nonsense. Why someone would be drawn to this is beyond me.


Yo!


The devil's stench lingers. But Wyll is yet a champion of the people. I had hoped he'd join me on the Council, but - he is his own man. I couldn't be prouder.


Siccut cattus!


<i>There may come a time when that is necessary, but there is no guarantee that his power would survive his passing. The risk is too great. </i>


Well, that was invigorating.


I'm not the one putting on an act, True Soul.  Though I'd mind how well you mouth your prayers.


It is not over!


How'd Gortash get to be Archduke, anyway? <i>I</i> didn't vote for him.


Ow! The wizard's spice still burns my fingers.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 3


<i>Aaaway!</i>


Get away from me. I mean it!


Fine. I'll go. Wyll. With you.


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


I've no family, and Vanra's father isn't around. The Flaming Fist were my last resort.


I'd love an evening with Gortash. He's be a most fascinating host, I'd wager.


Carrion bloody well knows I'll never give him a penny. Was there no other means of persuading him?


We are githyanki. We move mountains, we snuff out stars, <i>we shake the planes</i>.


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


Sniff<br>var 3


She seized me from our camp, bore me here to Bhaal's enclave.


I appreciate the company, but I really should be on my guard.


These so-called pirates don't frighten me. I think they're <i>adorable. </i>


Wizard told us to watch for troublemakers.


There's still life left in this old thing.


She's gonna blow up. That's <i>my </i>thing.


Are you all right?


Gods, <i>relax.</i>


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


Lots of blood... Some pink stains, too.


*Such a feat would surely earn your queen's most gracious blessings.*


Now what are you hiding?


Macte virtute!


Danthelon's Dancing Axe. We can find Harpers within, from what Jaheira said.


Another mask.


Absolute... Moonrise Towers...


Dying under this monastery would've been a shame.


Resisto venenum!<br>v2


Traitor. You have breathed your last!


The bark is in place. Now what?


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


I - I don't know what to say. I was sure we'd be carving out a future together.


You don't deserve nice things. Maybe you'll get some not-so-nice things.


Recovered <br>V2


Fiat lux!<br>v2


The point is this. I still see the soul behind your eyes. And if you have taught me one thing, it is that all heroes need not look like Minsc.


MHM, MHM, MHMMMMM!


Something's dripping from the rafters. Not sure I want to look up.


I'm glad that's over. No wonder some people are afraid of doctors...


<i>And what then? </i>


Perhaps some of its earnings can still be found within.


Soft and sure as hunting hamsters.


Where to next?


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


A moment of disgust to force myself through. And then I could have carried on, just like before.


What was that watchword? 'Lux splenda.'


I smell garlic, almonds - the tell-tale odours of poison. This wine was tainted.


Corpses - arranged with some intent.


They're a vampire.


No - no no no! Don't you dare lay a finger on them!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Gold first. Then you can hit me.


And I bet you'll be dead in a ditch before you even <i>smell </i>Baldur's Gate! Go away!


Looks familiar... did I play this once? Long ago...?


Broken... fake... broken... fake...


What would you have of us now, sir?


You're not listening, brother. You have to come with us.


I wonder why this one isn't working.


Argh! It's screeching for help!


Mind flayer anatomical sketches... wonderful level of detail. Wonderful and appalling.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Weapon blueprints? Looks like this sussur bark might come in handy.


Organs stuffed in vials. I doubt they were donated willingly.


Something we can use?


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


Blasted <i>sunlight</i>. Why did the mushrooms lead us here?


I rather thought I was a little slow this time. Usually, they're begging me to drain them on the first night.


There's nothing quite like delving through some old parchments, is there? I wish I could bottle that smell and wear it.


Not that bloody hollerin'. Clappin' one another on the back as if they've actually <i>done </i>somethin'.


Oh, you saw that?


And 'e raises his arm to magick again.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


Of course, Lily loved her nana.


Still another githyanki disc - about the prince Orpheus, maybe. Lae'zel could make sense of it.


*Your tadpole wriggles, contented, as she tears out her own throat.*


<i>Ah! </i>Sharper than Malar's fangs, these thorns! <br>


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


Poxy pissered pervert!


Just need to buff the blood off...


Our queen's light will keep them at bay. Will keep us safe as we guide Her faithful to Her temple, but only if they stay close.


I will create a hundred Selûnite widows in your honour, my lady.


Pallida mors!


It was a risk that nearly cost you your neck.


Well, not to worry. Have a read of that book - <i>Flora of the Dalelands</i>. There's a recipe for your antidote in there. It won't do anything for what's in your skull, though.


Thrinn's in a right ball-ache. That rubble ain't budgin' - no matter how hard she whips them gnomes. Nere is gonna be <i>pissed.</i>


Careful! Those are meenlocks.


If they do it's probably made of grapes or apples, or some other rubbish.


<i>Thank you.</i>


Tell me, saer, if you leave a poisoned cake in a park and a child dies from eating said cake, are you responsible for the child's death?


Tear them apart!


It's simply that, for the life of me, I cannot imagine what that purpose <i>was</i>. Could you elaborate?


Get back 'ere!


That's right! THREE, TWO, ONE, <i>PUSH!</i>


Damn right - and not even pissy druids or cursed shadows could stop us.


You sound so confident for someone who's so wrong.


Not surprised Lorroakan should take a fall, a trashy dresser like him. No class whatsoever.


Effort v5


There, done.


There's one way and one way only to shut someone up.


Angry little creature, isn't she?


Fronti nulla fides!


I've got something special for you.


This whole city reeks, but those bootprints have the particular odour of the sewers.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


I just want a little look.


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


More of the mind flayers' pets.


This is all your fault.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


So it seems, though I don't know how. You will have to choose your approach carefully.


Taking my time in the shadows.<br>


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


Mortem tuum sum!


They were provoked! The child was poking and prodding them while they were trying to work.


Do I detect insubordination in your tone, <i>vin'iisk</i>?


Statues? Strange...


Have a laugh, make some noise. I'll by my charming self before you know it.


Aye.


You're wrong about Father Lorgan's killer.


*That great mind is little more than a playground for a parasite right now. The tadpole must be disposed of.*


*This cannot be a coincidence. Dare you dream of joining the ranks of her elite...?


Of <i>course </i>it's personal.


Cuckles <br>v3


You can't die - not like this!


Sharp, deep... and still fresh. Some monster did this, marking its territory.


You were on the right path - to Moonrise Towers. Return to it.


Yes, she hated being in the grove.


My dad said I'm not allowed...


You know, festivals like this give me a bit of hope. Everyone's so happy.


I tell you what. When the time comes to squish that big baddie of a brain, I'll lend you a hand.


Frange!


After observing the nature of your tadpole's stasis, we felt it wise to report back to the Society.


This is no thrown-together camp... someone built a fortress down here.


I get looking out for number one - respect it, even. So if I make a deal, you can be damn sure it's what's best for me and my crew.


Ubi es?


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


How could I have missed the stink? Like blood and piss congealing on my tongue. <i>Bleh.</i>


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Well look here - Nere's killer in the flesh. Make yourself useful, grab a cane and whip these <i>drugnin' </i>beasts into shape.


A ritual. Doesn't seem related to Shar or Selûne... what's Ketheric been up to?<br>


Saw your picture in the gazette, I did. Matches the ugly deeds.


It was as you foretold: the villain Lorroakan seeks to retrieve me, body and soul.


Child of Gith - halt and...


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


Stuck. Shall I slap their buttock to get them moving, Boo...?


Then it is done.


It won't budge.


Am I supposed to swear vengeance? I heard they'd grown a little... indiscreet.


But now I must prepare. His time is almost here and there is still so much to do.


*Pincers pierce your flesh. Their chitters became giggles - the intruder is punished!*


No sign of the others yet. You think the fight up front went... bad?


<i>Straj! </i>Is this to be our fate?


The day a celestial comes calling on me will be a grim day indeed. Dame Aylin's business is with Shadowheart.


<i>Do you have proof of your faith to our lord?</i>


What's in here?


Effort v12


It hurt, watching you bow to your mistress. I thought you were stronger than that.


<i>BETRAYER!</i>


Blast the thing to bits!


No - he said we'd always have each other's backs. He promised! So butt. Out.


*Minthara's mind connects with yours. Not strong, as you remember it, but fractured... disintegrating.*


The wine here's good, can't say the same of the immediate company.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Cresceat scientia!
v2


Oh, uh - good kitty?


I hope you are happy, wherever you are.


You ready? 'Cause I am.


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


Chin up. This'll help.


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


Twit, twat, twerp.


You're stuck with me for good.


Best hope the captain's wolves have enough kibble,<i> Absolutists</i>.


I think I was too.


Hah - a fair point. We can only hope the citizens of Baldur's Gate are more open-minded.


But I need an angle. Any ideas?


By all means - you first.


I couldn't bear the thought of them being hurt. Not after the attack.


Best act fast.


Something's always catching us.


I could say the same thing about you, darling.


They are very reasonable people. I produce the work, and they handle the distribution.


A vamp, huh? Interesting. Keep your teeth to yourself, Astarion, and we won't have any issues.


I think a firm 'no thank you' is in order. Very firm.


That disc must be the way forward.


Over here!


Ethel is the last thing I need to think about.


Attack<br>var 4


No one's coming - the deal is done.


Why <i>thank you</i>. Always nice to have to an appreciative audience.


The reward will titillate your twitching Urge, in preparation for the rest of your inheritance to come.


Hopefully there's more waiting for me than that. Very hopefully.


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


Recovered


Hello in there?


I hear you and I deny you. Your turn will come.


Effort


I did not ask permission.


I have to do <i>something </i>in Baldur's Gate. But what?


Of course.


Poxy pissered pervert!


And who told you that? Your adoptive family? You are not to blame. You were young, impressionable. They took you because they wanted to break and remake you.


Not again! No! Abandon nest!


Nothing like the stench of human effluence to make you regret any and all prior life decisions.


Help me...


There are... but you need to finish what you came here for. If half of the rumours about what was done to you are true... well, I won't stand in your way.


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


*And then it is inside you, clogging your nostrils and throat with a sickening sweetness. You cannot fight back. You cannot reject it.*


Deal's on, girl. And you're not leaving my side 'til you <i>deliver</i>.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 5


That song...


Nor have I. No matter how hard I try.


You might have saved us, but that doesn't mean I won't beat you to a bloody pulp.


--- become ---


You should stop listening to this Emperor. Minsc trusts it less than a Thayan Red Wizard.


Obedi me!<br>v3


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


That newcomer Gortash, an Archduke?


A ritual space. To turn the living undead, looks like.


Wait. How'd I get here?


DisagreeClosed<br>var 1


Just one Chosen remains. Let's endeavour to make that <i>none</i>, shall we?


Nearly out - just a bit further!


I am beyond lucky to have you. Sometimes even the power of the Weave seems mundane, compared to how you make me feel.


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


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


This... isn't meant for my sort of stomach. Bluh.


<i>Vlaakith tavki na'zin. </i>Conquest is mine!


This'll ruin someone's day.


Moonmaiden's teachings. But why hidden back here? And what's this symbol?


No...


I know you said porter, but we only have ale.


Nothing - it must have been disarmed.


These bones are ancient. I wonder who they were.


I don't take orders from you. Kill 'em!


I only deal with those what have faith. Clear off.


Jaheira... information...


*Gale's never been so quiet. Peaceful as it may be, you'd best not leave him like that for too long, or you'll never hear the end of it.*


A Magic Mouth spell? Whoever spoke those words is long dead, I wager.


Such beauty. Such power.


This should burn going down.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


Sharp, deep... and still fresh. Some monster did this, marking its territory.


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


My tadpole's squirming like it's excited... or scared.


Approach the Towers with care - the land itself has been swallowed in shadow.


Well... we may have put a stop to the Absolute and rid ourselves of the tadpoles... but too much of my own concerns went untended as a result.


Thrumbo was going to get us a boat. But I haven't heard from him since.


*Tyr, the Blind God, offers justice to all, innocent and malefactor alike. The law dictates what is right, be that reward or retribution.*


Well, you got what you wanted. An apology doesn't mean much at this point.


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


Scarcely worth the effort.


A fool I was, to ever hope a beast like you could be saved.


You should be more careful.


That was amazing.


Still, we best make not <i>too</i> much noise.


Now scram.


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


Especially if the old Duke's fall means his rise.


Not everyone made it out alive.


That's not mine to open.


For my Prince!


Chaos is welcome, in doses; it helps keep balance. But this is too much - this is <i>unnatural</i>.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Woah, hold on - there will be plenty of work in Neverwinter. Safer work.


Amble about if you wish. I plan to claim whatever little rest remains.


...it might just be your last.


<i>Gods, </i>my bed looks so good I could cry. Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the lemures bite.


I see.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


... and over the horizon they saw a ship, like some great beast bursting from the waves.


Take it and trouble Godey no more. Let the master know I found Astarion.


The serpent strikes!


Oh. Go on...


Come, then. Every moment counts.


Oh, fine. Fine. A rather large and heavily armed fellow has taken the Head Banker Glitterbeard below.


They're seeking a weapon. I wonder if they mean that odd artefact...


If you join in, perhaps we can get a chant going. Burn him! Burn him! Burn him!


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


You saved me and I'm grateful, but I need some time alone right now.


The druid in charge of this grove. At least, he was.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Et alibi!<br>v2


What beautiful music...


Fresh water. There must be a settlement somewhere nearby.


I haven't found anything yet, but I will! I can feel it.


How much ale you figure we have left?


But no matter. What's one more kill but a fitting coda to a day of carnage?


Listen, we travel together, but we're not friends. I'm not about to share anything with someone I can't trust.


May your weapons sing through your enemy's throats.


Enough to make the guests forget how dangerous Baldur's Gate is. So... lots.


Now my purse - that <i>is </i>starving. Needs all the fattening it can get.


What is <i>that</i>?


No, no, no - NOT AGAIN!


<i>Straj! </i>I... may vomit.


You don't owe us any apologies - but I'll take your help, if you're offering.<br>


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.<br>


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


Ascension? My queen. <i>An honour gained, a burden borne.</i>


These masons met a most violent end, judging by the impaled skeletons there.


I don't have a cure. Only a way out.


Not very. But it <i>might</i>.


Waste. A bloody waste. What will you do now?


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


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 3


Pretty gem. Probably a forgery, though.


A casting mould - and I know just the forge for you.


Told you already - leave me.


But it warms me to know you'll be near.


Except what the people <i>actually</i> want in a broadsheet - puzzles.


'Perfect'.


Let's go.


Curling up in the dirt and resting is... a little novel.


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


You speak of something you know nothing about. But then - why would you, when I have not told it?


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


The Grand Design ends today!


Now leave me. I must prepare for my return to Hell - <i>triumphant</i>.


A letter from Orin. What does she want?


So. This cult - what's our plan?


It's my Beldron. He's still back there! I -


That cage won't last!


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


Keep focused - this is hardly the place for daydreaming.


Such spells are ancient secrets, and closely guarded - but I could be convinced to share them with an <i>ally.</i>


So much blood... what the hells has been happening here?


I'll take care of that.


Bene curatur!<br>v3


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


The final lesson. Yes. For to teach absence, one must become absent.


Oh no.


Your time has come.


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


<i>Agh...</i> Not the most pleasant feeling, though I've definitely felt worse.


Agilius!


Such <i>dramatics</i>.


Don't tell me <i>you're</i> the one who rented out the whole upper floor! I hear the beds have been... well used.


Sing your dark hymn to me, Shar. Never stop.


Hm - might be you've misplaced it? I'll be here when it turns up again.


That myth has come to life.


My heart, my mind, my blade. All are yours, Lady Shadowheart.


Spidey and co. got pretty far from home base.


You! I remember you from the forest. You should <i>never </i>have come here.


Eiecto te!


Away, you pox'd nun!


My research partner prefers to avoid crowds, and so has remained in the Underdark to monitor our zurkhwood samples.


Frange!


You must return to your prison. And my daughter must be reborn - one last time.


No.


These Selûnite words do nothing.


I heard they're making us join the patrols soon. The search must be going badly.


Thou hast done well. For what is a laugh, if not one step toward <i>madness</i>?


Arabella's mother. I remember her, from the grove.


Water's mighty brisk today! Nice little impromptu dip there.


Finally. I can <i>think</i> again.


Hast thou finished?


Get movin'. I got other customers.


The very one. It's the only mistake the Ironhand Gnomes ever made - and it cost us everything.


Drink must be tellin' on me. Guess I need some more. Heh.


Thank you, but I'm more wizard than warrior. I'm not sure my scalp would stand up to such a plaiting.


Hee hee hee.


You should be waiting at the walls for the army of the Absolute - a true champion of Lord Gortash!


*You discreetly take the box from where you'd hidden it and turn it over in your hands.*


Then consider it yours, love.


The Stone Lord - you know who he really is?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


They've taken Astarion back to Cazador.


Salutations once more, old stick - always a treat to have visitors.


Ah, come on. What's with you? We have room. Kid needs us.


I must be without mercy.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


After everything that's happened, you still fought beside us.


Time to meet your maker.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


The failing was mine.


Another brain.


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


I smell a trap.


They met a cruel end - but it looks as though they put up a fight.


Don't saddle yourself with that loathing. I will carry it for us both.


Scabby gang of tomb-robbers sniffin' around for loot. We put the fear of the Absolute in 'em.


You must have been away from here to think that. Not many willing to risk themselves for others right now.


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


That is not what it seems. I see you, shapeshifter.


<i>It's regaining its autonomy.</i>


Keep it, if you wish. It is nothing but a bauble now. Just <i>free me</i>.


Mm.


Chaos surrounds me, lawlessness reigns. Amidst havoc, I <i>must</i> find order.


The drink - it's turned necrotic!


Survival is all that matters.


So, you persuaded Lae'zel to stay true to your queen? To keep loving your chains.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


It's time to end the ruse, Astarion. I know you're a vampire.


Hope your soul is in good hands.


Let's fix you up.


Well, if I just <i>told</i> you, you'd have no reason to read our latest edition!


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


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


That's her done for - now for her commander.


Don't think I've forgotten about you - I bet you didn't lift a finger to save Lia either. <i>Cowards.</i>


I commend your efficiency.


Well... let's just say I can play the innocent when needed, have a lighter touch than you might expect, and can untie many knots with just my mouth. Practical skills, learned in service of Lady Shar.


Give me the honour of my name. In full.


The heat coming off that door... opening it could spell trouble.


Diminuo te!<br>v3


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


Can't wait for bed time. See you soon.


*Memories of your father - Grand Duke Ulder Ravengard - and his diplomatic mission to Elturel. Memories of the diabolical bargain you made to save Baldur's Gate in his absence...*


If you pass that way, beware the sign of the featherless wings. From that rooftop, none return.


You will see sense. And you will return to me when you do.


*She's enjoying your company and the liquor has loosened her tongue, but she's anxious about the direction the conversation's taking.*


Just a moment...


If that were true, the Selûnite cleric would be standing next to me right this moment. Z'rell gave you an order - an order on my behalf - and you failed it.


Drat. Then I suppose I'll have to stitch together the truth with naught but my own good sense.


On it.


You always find a smile where others would soak in their sorrows. And I promise - you'll have reason to smile soon enough.


By the gods, do something. Or are you going to let them blow up the poor guy?


<i>You choose to side with the devil. </i>


Cudo! v3


Damn you, do not cost us victory!


*You taste the ale on his tongue and the bile in his soul.*


Then speak.


Well - if I need a supply of undead warriors, I'll know where to find them.


Enough talk. There is a battle to be won.


I will not fail you.


*You can remember only the mangled orgy of dead flesh you've dug up, but not a single name or face.*


What? <i>Why...? </i>Never mind. I don't want to know.


*You try to answer, but a tide of searing-hot pain crashes over you.*


Then I asked her how many drow it takes to light a torch, and she said, 'None, we have darkvision.'


Away, you pox'd nun!


Now, a mere werebear could swat me halfway to Amn.


I would <i>never</i>.


My old - well, a long time ago someone carved infernal runes into my back. They are a fragment of a contract. I'd like to know what the full contract says.


They're not attacking. Seems they think we're allies.


<i>That's</i> what was in there? Those little shits.


*If your intention was to make things worse, you certainly succeeded.*


Get us out - hurry!


*The scales are still glistening with seawater - these fish were freshly caught.*


We should've stayed in the city - Wulbren's quest be damned.


Hurt


Really? I mean - really?


It will be smart for both of us to make allies of enemies.


Where's the teahouse? What's going on?


Who will it be? Who...?


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


No note in the ledger... hmm. Where did he get to?


Got yourself in trouble?


It's Lae'zel. Gods, this place got to her.


It is impossible to keep a garment <i>clean</i> down here.


Should we have let them kill everyone?!


Bhaal has condemned you to madness... I can only hope it does not come to pass.


Locked up in Wyrm's Rock. Hardly the homecoming I expected.


Boo never sleeps deeply while evil is near. He sprang into action, and almost blinded the witch!


*Grunt.*


Crescit eundo!


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


What about the bear? I'd like to keep our guts on the inside.


Lads. This'n's ours.


Head up, chest out. Lord Portyr could descend any moment.


I knew you were dangerous, but I never thought you mad. It's time we put you down.


So the tadpole allows us to manipulate others. Huh.


An amusing plight.


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


I've got you.


He must have returned to the grove.


Oh, hells. Something just woke up...


I see... After all my years of living, I know all too well that nothing lasts forever. Yet a parting can sting, nonetheless.


Laughter Maniacal


Nulla salus!<br>v2


The gloomed soul who thieved from our queen.


May as well crack open a keg. That army's going to be on us any day now.


Traps... spells... deathly to the touch...


This'll make it better. Ssh...


Why fight when you can <i>run</i>...


Looks like it.


*Eyes filled with fear, the corpse will not speak with you.*


I suppose I'd better pick it up. No one else will.


The Zhentarim have been trying to crack Baldur's Gate for years. No better time than now, with Nine-Fingers on the back foot.


Bah, useless. Hold on.


Looks like the hag made a shortcut. Clever.


Breath_Fast<br>Var 3


Hang on.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


So we bide our time. But make no mistake, that monkey is mine.


Sharp, deep... and still fresh. Some monster did this, marking its territory.


What's inside?


What's in here?


Look at the size of that thing. It could eat a person whole - or a double portion of children.


Dying


Very good. (Just don't say it so loud.)


The sussur tree's native to the Underdark, if my teachings were correct.


Obedi me!


You trying to get in too? I waited half a day and got nowhere. I gave up.


You already made the greatest sacrifice for us. I cannot believe you are ready to make another, but I thank you for it.


*You see a red dragon. Tyrannical, greedy and vain; they hunt without pity.*


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


Is there a dead tadpole in that jar?


They won't be trespassing anywhere else in a hurry! Or walking at all, for that matter.


Must have been quite a mirror, before it was smashed.


I know what you did. My parents - I felt everything they did... as you killed them.


Away, <i>insect.</i>


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


-THERE-
                                  -you are-
                -TRUE-
-slave-
                -SOUL-


Far be it from me to second-guess your decisions, but I'm not entirely convinced setting that scamp of a goblin free was the wisest of ideas.


A note, hidden beneath the canvas.


Go on. <i>Now.</i>


A good opportunity.


Fine. If you don't want to hear the truth, I can't force your ears open.


Your head's empty as a debtor's purse.


Someone's diary. Might explain what happened here.


I have just the thing.


If we lose the tadpole, we lose everything. Retrieve it at once.


AMAZING.


*Ragzlin's mind is clouded by doubt, surprised by words he didn't expect...*


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


Githyanki scholars study <i>ghaik</i> devices closely. They even incorporate their findings into our own machines and magic.


Mind flayer horticulture.


What a fine time! Are you sure you aren't a cleric of Sharess herself?


My ardents spoke of one of our kin that escaped a crashing <i>ghaik</i> slave-vessel.


You sent me to the Hells. You let Zariel take my heart. As though any of it was <i>yours </i>to give away.


I was hoping to find you before you turned in for the night. My blood runs hot after the battle.


Much as I'd like to pry, it's Shadowheart who needs Dame Aylin's time. Not me.


Oh, I <i>like</i> you - you may stay.


You protected a child-stealing vampire? Bold choice.


Victory v4


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


Of course it does. You would choose strangers over us!


It took time, but at the last, thine independence of heart overshadowed thy murderous mind.


(There's an <i>ogre </i>out there, Robyn. I heard it. We'll never make it...)


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


IT'S ON THE TIP OF MY TONGUE BUT THEY SLICED OFF THE TIP OF MY TONGUE


Damn - the man knows what he wants!


I trust you to get it for me. I can't leave her.


Aylin. The <i>thief</i>. You stole Isobel from me, and now you think you'll take my life in the bargain?


Thank you, Karlach.


*Beware - this is the only warning you'll get in Last Light about the crime of dousing a torch.*


A prayer sheet. What's this symbol on it?


Welcome back to Facemaker Fashion. Master Figaro may be dead - but his style lives on. While stocks last.


Metal from the Hells? Don't find this every day...


You'll be free soon enough.


Sure, take it.


Help! H - help me!


Orders from <i>whom</i>? This is my command, and if you were sent here, I would have been told to expect you.


I'm so pleased your mind survived the transformation intact. As for the rest of you... well, your mind survived and that's what matters.


I thought... I thought this was real. I thought this was special. What happened?


<i>No!</i>


Loot?<br>


But the grove still stands even if they do not - thanks to you.


Like the ones we found in the barn.


Not very self-reliant, are you?


If it must be bloodshed after all, I'm glad to have you with us.


I don't know this hellscape. We can hide out from the curse on the water, I guess.


You are? Ah. In that case, perhaps it's best left untitled.


More of the mind flayers' pets.


*Highberry Townhouse.*


You tried the wine? My teacher never let me have any. I must say, it is <i>delicious</i>.


Fine, I'll play your game. But I amend the pact once the mission's done - <i>not</i> before.


Nulla salus!


And I just... I just <i>ran</i>.


Ab uno disce omnes!


Not now, my brother is hogging our shared chamber, as he is wont to. It could be a while, but when he's done, I'm sure <i>everyone </i>in the building will hear.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


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


Nothing bad is going to happen now. Not now that we're finally so... so close. Right?


Maybe I'll get to courting after a little while. Then again, maybe I'll just get a cat.


Chin up. This'll help.


Have no fear, my love.


On the nautiloid? No, this is a different nursery - similar, but not identical. There's likely one in every colony.


No... this must have been due to the battle. Lady Shar's warriors would have little interet in <i>looting</i>...


Huh. Where's Wyll?


Dead. Seems these True Souls have their limits.


Like <i>this, </i>then. Focus... focus... and strike! <i>Yes!</i>


Get the hells away from me!


I'll strike you down.


I have seen the <i>kith'raki</i> tear a screaming neogi's legs from its belly to fashion into blades.


Not duergar handiwork, anyway.


Looks like these people were trying to hide in the tunnels here. <br>


Aye, she speaks true. Found the <i>hoon</i> sailing Gekh's skiff.


You ever heard of this many guards for a bloody broadsheet? It's ridiculous.


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


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


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


Recovered <br>V2


Dying


Well?


Bah! Vile things that befit a vile traitor.


Ad lapidem!


You got it. One sec.


Where Boo leads, Minsc follows.


Look there - the Crown. I will cast the spell again. This time, I will succeed.


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


My life for yours.


I - I can't blame you for giving him up. Vampires are monsters, by any account.


That <i>smell</i>... These corpses aren't the freshest.


Death won't take me yet.


Magical lock. Will need to get clever here.


*You catch a faint odour - one without any discernible source. Wet ash, dried mud, and a hint of sulphur.*


Battle favours the fearless.


Don't try to flirt with me, boss. We both know this place is like a tomb because your crews are running scared.


I'm tired of being <i>pushed.</i>


Depends on the type. Ice devils hate an inferno, but that's an easy one. Orthons love projectiles - what they don't love is getting their bombs lobbed right back in their faces.


Shall we go? There's a long day ahead of us.


Ughhuargh...


There is a tome - 'The Legend of Ansur'. The bards call it a tall tale. But every last word is true.


Clumsy tools.


Brilliant. Now we'll never be rid of it.


Effort v5


If that's your only objection, then disregard it, and help him. He needs you.


Fuck yes I am. Especially while my ultimate fantasy is right within reach.


Because I am a god.


A few days back, there was a... a scene. Our friend Philomeen, she's a sapper. Set off a blast and ran off.


Dying Burning<br>v3


But I also didn't doubt me.


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


In nocte consilium!


What now?


We are copper pieces in their belts. Tokens to be traded for scraps.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 1


Interesting.


Only one.


But you didn't come all this way to ask that, did you? You wouldn't sell yourself so cheaply, I hope.


Gods, I thought you were one of them beasts!


The Ironhand Gnomes cannot fail.


*It's the scent of Avernus.*


This is a druid ritual... but not as I know it. Something's off.


VO_SFX: All surrounding Goblins menacingly cackle as the drunk goblin threatens the player <br>


This is it - keep the enemy away until the brain is completely subdued!


That's all? A single fight? Against a lone knight? Sounds like a stinking pile of...


Hardly. Astonishing that you'd even utter her name.


These chests are empty...


It's safe. A little less terrifying once you've done it before.


Stultissime!


'Thaniel', he said. Halsin's young target, yes?


I don't mind, though. I've been itching to gut a traitor. Ketheric's out of reach, but here you are, right within striking distance.


Ketheric's forces are infiltrating this place - you've got to take the fight to <i>them!</i>


Shoot it down. Let's kill this thing.


*The screams of the prisoners ring in your ears. Their time is almost up.*


A bed made of corpses. Disgusting <i>and</i> uncomfortable.


Success. Those magic gloves may prove useful.


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Sounds ominous.


<i>You hold her opinion above mine still? In spite of all she's done to you?</i>


Come. Let's get you some fresh air. I'll stay with you, right until the end.


Astarion - no!


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


You'll see <i>these </i>points unless you retreat!<i></i>


She is fierce, vicious, and cruel. In those respects, we are alike - but she is dangerously unpredictable.


I am blessed to be here - stop making me question that.


Aye, I... I remember now. We saw the crash from out on the river, flocked to it like damn fools.


<i>The final Netherstone...</i>


--- not much time - left - this mind cannot bear US
-- Turns to liquid --- Listen close -


Karlach, no!


Vampire spawn assailing us in the night? I thought we had ample troubles as it was. At least you are safe, Astarion.


Ira et dolor!


Until it isn't.


Perhaps we should exercise a <i>touch</i> more caution in future.


Obedi me!<br>v3


Oof, that must have hurt.


So be it.


Aye. A warm meal and a scrap of rags to sleep on must be <i>very </i>encouraging. Well, the mother knows -


In a word - freedom.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


<i>The guard. Destroy the guard. They prevent me from subduing their master.</i>


I trust you have weighed your options and reached the only honourable conclusion.


Did I snap a twig, or a toe?


Face the Tribunal. Then he will taste your submission.


More for me.


I am trained to embody eternal patience. You are pissing me off.


I want to have a word.


Fellow scout... druids' grove...


Another illusion - is anything real down here?


Begone, pox-faced loon.


You craved for blood. There needn't be shame in that. You may even carry a grain of pride.


*Orpheus was supposed to die by your hand.*


Told to <i>leave</i>. Intruder. INTRUDER.


Ah, a puzzle. If only I knew the solution.


The drow was right, it's not 'Flumph Mating Rituals'. Reminds me of 'Fables of Forges Grym.'


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


... on this, we agree.


All fired up and ready to go!


Old inn... refuge...


*Vengeance. The most delectable of poisons.*


Yes! Amazing. Put on your least bloody tunic and meet me back here. Eee, I'm so excited!


Kurwin's grave. It may contain gold, if the courier's note can be trusted.


Should've stayed hidden down in the muck, worm!


Forget it. The milk's already spilled.


A-allergic? You mean just the beer can kill us?! G-get out of my way. I need some fresh air.


Can we chat?


*As you bear down on his mind, you feel a pulse in response. A <i>thousand</i> pulses, echoing from the nearby crates.*


*You fall back, glorious blood coating your throat.*


Most Harpers swagger and flash their feathers to catch your attention. Khalid was of a quieter sort.


*You recall a wild wood, touched only by the <i>Tel'Quessir</i>. The world around you breathes and blossoms.*


An affliction for which you cannot be faulted, this far from civilisation.


No obstacle too great.


*Images overwhelm you: the kith'raki attacking the nautiloid; warring demons and devils; the twitching ghaik tadpole.*


You know, I never dreamed our noble Jaheira would be such a terrible, terrible mother.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min0:36-1:23<br>var 1


I better hurry, before those dragon's bring the ship down - and me with it.


Voco nubes!<br>v3


Githyanki. Part of Shar's plan to take the Astral Prism.


Vos curo!


You heading to the circus too? I'm glad it's here - we could use fun, what with everything going on.


We will. One day.


In the meantime, perhaps we can find a way to bring Lord Gortash back. Perhaps it would lift Karlach's spirits to kill him a second time.


Tell me, what is the guiding principle of the goddess?


Heh. You sound like Rolan. But all right. Thanks for saving our skins, hero.


Dying Deep Exhale


Look for signs of life in the darkness. Wildflowers, where everything else is dead. The curse cannot subdue the power Thaniel bears. Not entirely.


There it is. You see? You know more than you realise. You know all that you needed to, in order to do as <i>I</i> commanded.


Fair enough! I'll drop the subject. Maybe someone else would be willing to give it a shot...


The lich queen fears nothing more than the loss of her empire. The knowledge I have of her deception will bring that about.


Stabilio!


The child of Bhaal who slays the Chosen may himself become Bhaal's Chosen.


I hope this is worth me playing blacksmith.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


Can she possibly be Ketheric's daughter?


Haha...


If the Absolute says to take orders from a drow, then we toe the mark, no questions.


Let us see what a soldier of Crèche K'liir can do.


Basket is gonna MURDERISE you.


*Your bribery attempt has caused some offence. Violence it is.*


Run, kobold, or I will use that to give you a second tail.


He looks the exact same as he did ten years ago. Fancier coat, I suppose.


Laughter Maniacal


Video veritatem!<br>v3


Don't let it escape!


Good thing you were with us.


I agree, it'll be good to get out of this place.


Configo!


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


A bloody ring. Whoever killed him, they weren't after gold...


Power always has. But I shall not get too comfortable here.


Whoa. I hear... voices.


Drunk <br>V3


I told them - the only weapons here are the ones the tieflings brought.


Figaro Facemaker. Born Figaro Pennygood, but father thought it best to take on the business' name when in charge of it.


I speak of... of Orpheus. The true prince...


Only jesting. I know all too well what it's like to pine after a goddess...


GaspSurprised<br>var 3


Got yourself in trouble?<br>


I wanted to talk to you about our night together...


Easy enough.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


'The Lord of Murder shall perish...'


Still alive, so that's progress.<br>


It's been an age since your last break, my darling.


The disc's on the move. Looks like I'm catching a ride to the next part of the Gauntlet.


*Welcome to The Waning Moon - to lifelong friends, both old and new.*


Very well. We welcome all who follow our holy queen.


A fallen warrior. Rest in peace, kin.


We didn't drag that all the way here to let <i>you</i> snatch it.


I know you have your personal demons to contend with... but if I didn't make it clear before, I think you can beat this. Just don't give in, and seek help if you need it.


Uniform's a bit patchy, I know. I <i>was</i> Flaming Fist, but the writing's on the wall there - the Steel Watch will be snatching up our contracts in no time.


I'll stay on my guard. We're on the back foot down here.


Let's not get ahead of ourselves.


*He holds you carefully, delicately. Until he strikes.*


Te video!


I appreciate the offer, but you'd just get in the way.


I did expect a bit more - spectacle, I suppose.


Seems to be stuck.


...I'll tell you, if you'd be so good as to answer a few questions pertaining to the goblins you encountered at the gates.


Shame to let a meal walk free...


Who needs a heart when you've got one of these to keep you warm. Thank you, Zariel.


*The little worm seems silent.*


Better luck next time.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 5


Effort v2


*Grunt.*


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


An ally in need.


Very little. Supposedly those monsters breed by planting their tadpoles in people's heads.


Looks to be a powerful weapon. I wonder if it was used on my kin nearby.<br>


No more prayers... only silence and dust.


After all you did, I pegged you as a person of good standing. Guess I was wrong.


So, can you -... I don't know. Help? Show me what to do?


*These were the words of your dream figure. Not long ago, they pierced the ethereal stillness of the Astral Plane.*


*The boy appears considerably less... alive than you were anticipating.*


You're a vampire! I can't believe I trusted you - let you share my camp.


Irretio in sphaera!


I am his <i>love</i>.


Looks like an ambush.


She's mounting an attack on that blasted grove. Tell her you'll join her.


Esurio!


Did you feel that?


My mind... it's being <i>drained</i>. Must be close...


Sorry, now is not a good time - the kids need me.


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


No more excuses. I'll crack your skull!


Laughter


Is someone crying?


She's not breathing.


What's the problem here? Let's go!


I'm sure it's fine. It's fine! It's fine.


Didn't think we'd make it without the old Hellrider to lead us. But you did a damn fine job.


Shar kept you ignorant, did she? Or was it Ketheric? Perhaps they forgot to tell you they'd make a murderer of you yet.


Good to see the two of you getting along, anyway. At least one of us is getting a little action.


Can't talk!


*You've been seen causing trouble. Unfortunately for you, this guard likes causing trouble too.*


Was it? You screamed like a banshee in a bathhouse when you climaxed.


I can't see anything else! I can't shake it.


I don't need your tough love. I need to be left alone. <i>Now</i>.


Perhaps not the best use of my time.<br>


The hells are you waiting for? Attack!


One that's happy to use his fangs, it seems.


Very well. But heed my words.


A dragon slumbering underneath Baldur's Gate. A fable, surely - but a powerful one.


Cocky shit. I'm going to enjoy this.


Gods above - what happened?


Voss, to battle!


It is not sentimental to appreciate a warrior's strength, or a companion's courage.


It was just what I needed.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


Better have a word.


Maybe not. But we have each other now. We have this <i>moment </i>now - thanks to you.


*You must learn more about the Heart of the Absolute. After all, such power could come in useful, in the right hands.*


Yeaahhhh! 'Ere's to the Absholute!


We'll get the word out, but this ain't our problem. Nor yours, mate. Suggest you scarper while the going is good.


Spare your indignity. Every word that spills from your mouth is worth less than the last.


What have you done?! I need them alive, you maggot!


Nothing else holds you on my watch.


Have a seat. The mapping with begin shortly.


Such power.


I spy with my little eye... nothing of note, really.<br>


Gods, that noise! All of Moonrise will be on us soon - hurry!


I serve only you, my lady. I was amongst the very first to support you.


Come now. Don't be miserly.


Oh, no. I speak of how they sealed Boo away, so that he would not remind me of the man he has taught me to be.


*The cub hisses - you might've hooted a threat.*


Origin Extra: Dying Burning


Try me. <i>Htak'a! </i>


Something good here, I hope.


Don't mind if I do.


*You breathe a little easier. The magic you consumed has staved off the dark hunger within you - for now.*


It's about time!


No harm in trying.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Ha ha! You're a violator! And I'm a big Steel Watcher!


Young man, has your sojourn away from Waterdeep washed away your decorum as well as your patience?


A friendly face! Oh you are a sweet, sweet blessing, my dear.


Seco!


Every ancient ruin has a story to tell - that much is true, at least.


<i>This is the Netherbrain's stem. But we'll need to be higher up to climb it.</i>


I'll be shagged to Shanatar. Shit's looking up.


Cult army's coming, my Lady says. No way they'll get past the Fist.


I can almost see something beyond there... unreachable from here, however.


Hold your tongue.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


These vermin infest every crevice of this pathetic world.


If we can collect the crown's setting, and the three Netherstones, and with the correct invocation of certain spells and gestures detailed in these notes... I <i>think</i> I could reforge it.


What the...? Hells, don't wake me like that. I was almost reaching for a weapon.


Fascinating...


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Next time I might suggest we go for a walk somewhere else - <i>away </i>from any water.


Recovered <br>V2


You have wasted enough time.


You spherical git.


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


I'll take that.


You! A little birdie told me that you killed that annoying redhead - Lora was her name. Is that true?


I... I can't believe I just did that. Lady Shar will disown me... what will happen to me?


Win or lose, I'm stealing that one.


I dunno, you're a pretty big bastard, I reckon you'd chuck one further than most. But I catch yer drift.


LIAR.


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


The beings you speak of have no use for gods - and yet here we stand in a church of their making.


Dodge


Back, get back!


No - forget it. We must ready ourselves for battle. There are imps blocking our path.


I hear any one of you's castin' ax-pershins on the Absolute, I'll tear out your tongue and cram it up your faithless arse.


Many hearts, one soul. In Your name, Absolute.


Astarion, you <i>bit </i>me.


These druids are insane - why are they doing this?!


And I believe he may be right.


The monk's granddaughter. Time for a reunion.


Fear not - I shall do nothing to embarass you amongst your peers. Where you lead, I follow with good humour, and the hope we might yet leave with both dignity and spleens unpunctured.


The offerings upon the altar are not merely symbolic - taking them made that disc move.


Better help.


To most people, a rather old-fashioned greeting.


So be it.


Think she'll be all right with the other kids?


Not myself, but our leader Mayrina has.


Shouldn't you be getting home? The grove ain't safe.


A <i>flying cat</i>? Is your brain completely addled?


Guy was a prick. So were you, if memory serves.


Arfur is a worse wretch than even we thought. He's been setting traps in toys meant for the refugees.


Diminuo te!


That's my fella. We've been together eight years now. And - Karlach - we've a little one on the way.


My legs - I can stand again. Did you do that? I - Thank you!


*She almost looks like she's weighing up whether to continue hostilities... until she notices the surrounds.*


You've made a grave mistake.


Too young to have put up a fight. This is no trophy - this is an embarrassment.


You may have once thought of them as comrades, mentors, friends, even lovers. They will all be enemies now.


I suppose you won't be terribly shocked to find your old friend Tara amongst the pigeons. They've always been a personal favourite.


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


Devilkin. Am I in the Hells?


Oculus tempestatis!


All dead... why... kill...


Falling<br>var 3


Well, that's interesting.<br>


Shouldn't have made me your enemy.


No problem.


The gold must be paid.


And when we tried to kick her out? She pulled a <i>knife</i> on my front man. Bet she didn't tell you that bit, huh?


Nothing hurts any more.


<i>Logus saunters over to me and...Liza. We startle. Didn't know he'd be back so soon. 'Let's move this to the bedroom, he grumbles.' </i>


Here. I was saving this, to woo him - but it doesn't matter now, does it? He can't see a good thing when he has it.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Really? Then maybe it is only Kled she is sweet to...


We need to find him, before it's too late.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


'Course. Ripped out three bellies on our last raid alone.


What the - oh... g-greetings, madam.


I'm going to show you the true wages of your sin.


Oh, this should work perfectly.


He needs a proper challenge. And from what I've heard, you're the person to give it to him.


Be warned. The Inquisitor awaits your return from this place with orders to kill you. No doubt the rest of the crèche will join him.


That dead bird's been corrupted by the shadows. Would be wise to leave it alone...


Next blow's gonna <i>hurt.</i>


I wish I could have seen you do it - killing all those spawn.


Oh - and go ahead, tell folks how we met. It's a real cracker of a tale. Ta-ta!


Resisto!


I ain't a beggar. But. Please.


Amo sanguinem!<br>v3


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


Lathander, I do believe. God of the dawning sun.


Dead. Good.


Now please, just... leave me be. Speak to the Gauntlet if you want to know more.


<i>Go on. Don't be afraid. It only wants to help you evolve. </i>


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


Master sounds different, like old self. <i>Angry </i>self. Don't like.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


SmileOpen<br>var 2


She has interfered to the extent she is permitted to. What happens next depends on us, and whether we can destroy the Absolute without using the orb.


Gekh? Is that you?


Ad vitam aeternam!


My people possess the cure for this infection. I must find a crèche; you will join me.


Use this to enter the Prism, or deny me. The choice, as ever, is yours.


And what is madness but a denial of reality?


Sod it. Enough. Lorroakan and his precious Nightsong just about ruined my life. If you value yours, I'd steer well clear of this place.


Hey now! What's that all about?


Insert the artefact into the crèche's planecaster. We will kill the threat inside -


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


Together, we must find a crèche: my people possess the cure for this infection.


Let us speak later.


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


Your actions in the grove were indefensible. But Karlach seeks only to drive a deeper wedge between us than already exists.


I hope there's balls and bones galore, wherever you are...


Hey, you!


Ugh - he's about to belch!


Dying Panic Fall


This looks like the right one. Moment of truth...


She's the best kind of family - one we got to pick ourselves.


Come here... please!<br>


The <i>zaith'isk</i>! Stay right where you are.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


By the hells, a lava elemental. No wonder the lake's so volatile.


Then I hope you are apt with shorthand, wizard. There will be much to observe.


You have no place here, <i>is'tark</i>!


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


Please...


Can't be done now.


Rrrargh!


I hope you don't make a habit of betraying your travelling companions.


And as for you, tell me - why shouldn't I run you through this instant?


Voices...


Waterdeep - the forces of the Absolute could threaten even the City of Splendors if they were to reach it.


I should look around for a way to activate this.


Jord and Rion. They didn't think I c-could hear...


These flowers - they're creating anti-magic fields!


Aye, I did. Maybe you'd have been the one to save us all, if you'd been there.


We take the Hammer and break Orpheus free. The traitor prince will perish by my hand.


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


Do not play dead, coward.


Today's copy lands with a BANG! The Steel Watch Foundry has been destroyed by sabotage!


Better get you out of there.<br>


Te exsecror!<br>v2


Bene curatur!


The others might consider this sacrilege. But we know the truth: it is necessity.


A war devil's horns. Heh - I bet it looks some kind of funny, howling around the hells without them.


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


Mortem tuum sum!


*The hyena's eyes are mad with pain.*


You possess a jealous heart. Your wants are endless. All others are undeserving of any boon next to you. Envy is a fire that will consume you, but we can help douse it.


---LIBERATE---


A most prickly thorn pulled from our sides...


You implore me to stay with you, only to reject me? <i>Chk</i>. To think I cared for such a coward.


I didn't realise one day our lives would depend on it.


Teeth sharp, claws out!


Know that while I sit here in this husk, and in every moment, experience the crystalline pain of the moment of my death.


Effort v4


*And come, they most certainly will. Whoever this dream figure, Vlaakith would clearly sacrifice her own faithful to slay her.*


Right - let's keep moving.


Hold still.


How dare you parade around this abomination?


A single tower standing against this darkness. What is that, if not proof of Her power?


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


'Rascal.'? 'Jagoda.'? All these collars belonged to pets.


As unthinkable as the greatest living knight turning on his queen...


I can't speak for your rodent, but I know something of debts. If you reckon you've got one to repay... well, we could always work together.


What is the point, if not victory?


Attack<br>var 4


<i>The moment his protection is gone, you would become enthralled to the elder brain just as I would.</i>


((*but before this, I have another boon to ask of you. you have cut out the duergar blight - but not its source*))


Stealing your ally is one thing. Stealing your face? An ignoble act by any estimation.


Unseen, as I was taught.


Diminuo te!


Yuck.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


*Nallo Esi. Grief and illness laid ruin, yet her heart held only compassion. The Broken God be with her.*


Thou sought to bolster thy strength by taking away the souls of mortals. But souls vanish when their hosts become mind flayers.


Anything you'd like to pass on to a strapping, love-struck wizard such as myself?


Unless - you're reconsidering our deal? Surely not - don't you want me to fight by your side when this city turns to shit?


The Absolute has delayed my plans but only that - nothing changes.


Well - whatever you're into.


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


You're only compounding your guilt! I have friends in high places - you'll pay <i>dearly </i>for this.


*Your mind is full, bursting with ecstasy and terror. Finally, it is coming. You are becoming.*


The Emperor is silenced here. Peace at last.


Strange-looking staff. Is that something you'd want, Gale?


Hm. Wonder if that's of any use.


Sterling progress, by anyone's measure.


Only the finest produce, picked this morning. What can I get for you?


Did that cow just give me the side-eye? Is that... normal?


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Need to deal with all this oil before we can fix them, though.


At least these have survived. At least we return with some faithful.


And so, you know - thank you. With that, I believe our business is concluded.


*Your vandalism has been spotted. An explanation is in order.*


But the others... they'll die in that tunnel. If not by poison, then by Nere's hand.


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


Fresh water. There must be a settlement somewhere nearby.


My findings could change the perception of githyanki and the peoples of the Underdark for generations to come.


Dying Burning<br>v4


Effort v2


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


If you really don't want to carry it, at least leave it somewhere safe. Your camp, for example.


Snore
zzZzz


Schnicktick's prick - they're dead.


Need to act fast.


Did you think it would escape my notice forever? That you would trade Isobel away, to bring us closer to our goal?


Come. We are not beaten yet.


I will not tolerate <i>impudence</i>. This place shall be your grave.


Do not return without my prize. Do you hear me? Good day.


You can't help. It's not just walls that keep me here. Not the traps, the dark or the creatures it hides. Something stronger holds me - a contract.


Aww, it likes you!


Tha's a long word...


This is not her Majesty's will.


Gustas dulcis!


But this way, we'll know the matter is done, and we'll know exactly what it shall cost - me, and me alone.


'Come to Baldur's Gate', he said. 'Adventurers get welcomed as <i>heroes</i>', he said. Poxy Drim and his bleedin' notions.


Farewell.


Excellent!


*A cloying rot jams in your throat. All you can taste is <i>bile.</i>*


Smells like violence all around... smoke, blood, tears... this will be a good hunt. Hurry on and start the attack.


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


Helping myself.


You're the one that saved her? The one that ventured to the depths of Ethel's lair? I can hardly believe it - you look so... normal.


Boo will listen, for his is the only mind worth heeding!


Quickly now.


What are you doing? Get out of my head!


I hope you're not here to beg. It's so unbecoming.


Light on my feet.


A replica devil skull. Enormous, too - it must have taken months to make it.


Oof, that must have hurt.


Hold your tongue, Aylin. Or I'll take it away from you again. And you - no more questions. No more interference.


*'Worst. Hangover. Ever.', Geddarm concluded.*


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


More of our crowd inside, but we'll send word you're all right.


Drop by for a visit, and I'll have a pot brewing. We can chat over a cuppa while I sort you out.


Did you want something? If not, I'm perfectly happy to just gaze upon you a while.


Never thought I'd be the one to destroy a crèche. And get away with it.


Hmph. Still red. Looks like you're new, huh.


Dying Deep Exhale


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


In nocte consilium!


A dream we made reality.


Then begone with thee, and tradeth thy japes elsewhere!


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 3


Look out! Big meanie! Leave us alone, big meanie!


It can't be -


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


All right. I suppose that makes things easier.


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


My... some bard could write a stirring love poem about you two. Or a lewd tavern ballad, perhaps.


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


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


Something's guarding that forge - and it's weak to this 'hot hammer'.


Well, we can be grateful for the torches. Without them, those beasts would be on us in no time.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Ira et dolor!


GaspSurprised<br>var 2


<i>Ssussun pholor dos!</i>


Another one. What are you under there, then? Ant? Aurochs?


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


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


To cure me of the orb, yes. But what of the guilt of allowing one of my friends to sacrifice their very soul and become illithid?


You knew what I was. Yet you were fool enough to think the rules didn't apply to you.


Well - I've got to push through. Unless a passing griffon offers a ride, it's the only way to Moonrise Towers.


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


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


Still here? You look more like the Elfsong type to me. You know, not drunk.


Ahhhhhhhh! Okay, I feel better.<br>


<i>Argh!</i> Moonmaiden preserve us...


But we can still fight side by side. Together, we will destroy any who have not died or fled.


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


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


It's not much, but here. Never thought I'd call a drow 'friend' but know this - if you call, we'll come running. No matter what.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


I was only wetting the blades.


I hope that you will.


Odd... I can't help but feel a twinge of sorrow at this grave. But why? Who is this?


Everything looks new.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


You don't mean that.


Best act fast.


Yes, my desire. Closer, my sweet!


Curious - that stone there's been pried loose.


No - please - if you'd just - stop!


A wonder this shoddy wall hasn't already collapsed.


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?


Something's waiting up ahead.


Vlaakith tavki na'zin. I am truth.


You want to fight <i>all</i> of them? So be it - I have your back.


Love blossoms in life's furies - you have formed bonds in this time, have you not? Trust. Respect. These are clothes that love dresses in.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


There's something underneath here...


Yeah.


You've found it? Good.


Perure!


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


If we didn't have a god's bidding to do, I'd suggest a bit of stargazing.


The Rite of Thorns...? <i>No.</i>


Evanesco!


Mutatis mutandis!


They're dead... I can't...


Like hells. I don't know what you're gettin' at, but answer the question. What were you doin'?


There must be <i>Hshar'lak </i>in this crèche - a traitor. The sort that is hunted, slaughtered, and erased from our histories.


I cleanse the books. I comb each and every line for falsehoods and purge them pure.


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


Maybe I need more pockets.


A mirror that takes memories. Huh. I've got a few I wouldn't mind giving over.


Gonna <i>dress</i> you in your own innards - how's that?


I should've known you couldn't resist a taste, Astarion.


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


Comes with the territory.


It's all out in the open now. And with my father dead, I have nothing to fear. Only his wicked legacy to undo.


There she goes again.<br>


Well that's a pretty rock. Presumably it does something more than sparkle, though.


Shut it, Graw. Olak cleared us - got a visitor for the drow, I do.


Stop! This! Thing!


SFX VO: Choke on smoke


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


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


*Then, there are three figures before you. An armoured male elf, exuding power and command. A handsome younger man with a quick, easy smile. And a pale young woman with even paler eyes...*


Video veritatem!<br>v3


I am here for you.


You're a terrible liar. You've got something. Give it here.


Aye, I'll second that.


It was brave of your companion to agree to take the poison.


Mystra soothes all pain.


Morere!


Risus abundat!


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


I wouldn't venture in. Nothing to be gained from freefalling into a dark hole.


An astral projection. It is just like a DeVir to avoid facing danger in the flesh. They always were a family of cowards.


We just lost a load of gold thanks to somebody interfering in our business, you see, and now we're a little out of pocket.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


Or is it the ship you're after? Don't matter either way - it's ours<i>, all of it.</i>


I didn't think I'd get to keep the damn thing. So... thanks. Thanks a lot.


Did you see that? The look on Varrl's face when the blade went in...


*Jammed - permanently. No one will be using these controls to send any more hanging cages down into the caverns below.*


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


Some people covered her in dirt. But I will find her again.


Ah - the drow corpse spoke of this book. Disguised by magic, it seems.


You <i>will</i> overcome.


Florrick! Get out here, Counsellor!


'Cause I'm starving, soldier. I'm not going to share you. Or... whoever comes after you, I suppose. I doubt Wyll would, either.


This 'Halsin' has been studying the tadpole.


*But even in reverie, worry gnaws at you like a tadpole at its host.*


Nothing.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Hold on, my friend.


He's with the Absolute now.


Listen. You look like you know how to handle yourself.


My name's Naaber, adventurer-to-be, soon to be the best adventurer anyone's ever seen.


Ludus non factum est!


Caveat incantator!


Invoco te!<br>v2


Day six: the flesh around the mouth splits to make way for tentacles.


I'm here! Where are you?


*No matter how you grip or tug, the sword remains firmly lodged in the stone.*


I'm fine. One more, that's all.


Menzoberranzan...


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Anything for a friend.


Let's see what you're hiding.


Little Wyll's all grown up. I can't <i>wait</i> to see what trouble he gets into.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


She went looking for herbs. That's what she said. Said it was for the spots... she had them all on her hands and face.


Funny, that. I don't give a damn about him, but I care very much where the coin went.


Elturgard. Further from Baldur's Gate than I'd hoped.


Wasn't expecting company like yours, madam.


*A forgotten soul, trapped in a safe - but who put them there, and why?*


Dying Burning<br>v6


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


Do not tarry. I will see you again, but only when my work is done.


<i>Perhaps you will change your mind again when you see more of what our enemy can do. </i>


Don't worry. I'll free you.


Ain't a prisoner - he's my pigeon!


Stay very still, my beauty...


Goblins ahead!


Something valuable? Then you must get it back.


I'd best get going, but please stop by my house. I'd like to thank you proper.


I've heard about you. We don't need someone putting Baldur's Gate in any more danger with their idiocy.


Just down this way.


When you don't have eyes in the back of your head, it helps to have allies. Allies like you.


The consequences will be dire that story is printed.


It is absolutely preposterous that any of us are alive. Maybe we're not!


My first concern.


If you hadn't filled their heads with all that self-righteous heroic crap at the grove, none of this would have happened.


Looks like you're back to your old self. Poor Alfira - if only she'd been so lucky.


A worried man, a playwright who'd lost the will to write. Now I worry no more! Can't write a word? What does it matter?


A kinder master than yours.


That's the point. Uktar hardly wants his guards comfortable, now, does he?


Vae victis!


And so I come to ask: what did it take for you to earn that Slayer-skin you hide so well?


Victory<br>


I had the good sense to lock mine away in the memory shard. And now I can claim the forge alone.


-witnesses--
 -ELIMINATED--
 -alibii-- -AIRTIGHT--
 -YOUwalk-- -free--


Our flesh-bond is broken, but our alliance is not. Our kinship will be the blade that cleaves the our enemies.


Remarkable that this stayed hidden all this time.


You are a chosen butcher now, little lamb. You shall lead many to his slaughter - whether you wish to or no.


I am.


Ah, finally they stir. True adventurers get up with the lark, I always say, but if there are larks to be found in these lands, they must fancy themselves akin to nightingales.


<i>I said go home!</i>


*You underestimated the cost of freedom. All you bought was a bed in the cells.*


<i>Moon reminds me of your grace... All the love I can't repay... Rest and know that I will pray... Farewell, my dear old friend.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Ignis!


Effort


We must press on in pursuit.


What is that <i>noise?</i> Have people no respect for the dead?


Even injured, it's dangerous. Be careful.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


Mortem tuum sum!


This is where I took our 'guests'. I'd entertain them here, until Cazador appeared and... took them away.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Well? Anything?<br>


Ha! You were really gonna fall for it? You're lucky I like you, Karlach, or I would've taken you for all you're worth.


Whatever Marcus hid beneath, it isn't budging.


It's working, Boo! And to think I was just about it to smash it all to pieces.


What a hammer - looks like it has a history, too.


<i>Voss! </i>Gith'ka tavki krash'ht!


Deep grooves in the mud around that rock.


Stuck in place, I see.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


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


<i>Listen to me - this is for your own good. Without all three stones, our efforts here are pointless, dangerous even. </i>


Hah! You want to play it like that? Fine. Yes, girl - <i>I</i> killed your brothers.


Don't let it happen again.


A strange coin. I wonder what it's worth.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Corpora sana!<br>v2


Just be sure that your urges do not lead you astray - we have enemies enough for you to sate your lusts on.


I'll let you off this once, but don't interrupt me again. Gotta learn to respect yer elders.


I swear, if you just die...


A scrying eye. Wonder who's looking through it.


Father... husband... son...


Of course, I have no idea what life is like under Duke Ravengard's rule.


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


That <i>smell</i>... These corpses aren't the freshest.


I hate it here.


Should have watched your footing.


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


I can't see a thing.


For once.


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


Ugh.


*They may not welcome you as a hero. They may see only a devil, frightening and despicable.*


Hurt Critical<br>var3


*Your patron might see things differently. But if the tadpole has its way, in a few days you won't be worrying about her or anything else.*


Resisto!


The way I see it, you have two options: Halsin or that wyvern poison.


Take it all, whatever the cost.


Ungh... what... argh... what in the bloody hells is going on?


SmileClosed<br>var 3


With you, I forget my goddess. I love you.


Quiet, little one. Auntie will make it all better.


*The man's stench is unmistakable - death, decay, despair. This must be Thrumbo, the runaway Mystic Carrion was so eager for you to retrieve.*


I'm used to it. Good luck... and thank you, for your help.


*This pod has a different air to its chitinous cavern. Dust and dirt gather on the inside.*


By the hells, what <i>is </i>that?


Ragzlin's drow friend won't be happy to hear <i>that</i>.


It is unusual for the Captain to spend so long thwarted. The Inquisitor expects results.


I would not be so sure. But I won't keep the truth from you.


Stuck? That's not good.


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


All blood I'll spill with this sword will feed Queen Vlaakith's legacy.


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


Dangerous places, camps like these. According to Baldur's Mouth, you never know who might be a cut-throat.


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


You can't summon a dead ogre, it turns out.


*Your lies have been seen through - your crime won't go unpunished.*


Thou shalt know the extent of Shar's mania. Tasha's Hideous Laughter, at thine beck and call.


There. So did it... work?


I've done everything I can within the remit of my job. Any more, and they'll fire me.


Hells. I knew the land was cursed, but this is impressive.


My head is pounding... <br>


Fine. You think you can do a better job without me - be my guest.


Hunting... Absolute... hunted... in turn...


GaspSurprised<br>var 2


I just <i>can't.</i>


As much as I'd love to present his head to Vlaakith, you don't know what he's like.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


I'll come to collect the Crown when you've triumphed.


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


Where is a concert hall and a band when you need it?


Effort v9


And lo, you have appeared. It is time for you to return to the fold.


Remains to be seen. This place is all I've ever known. In time, perhaps I'll venture out there, see what I've been missing. But for now... old habits die hard.


No offence, mate, but I'd keep to your own crew. This Stone Lord's got everyone feeling a mite unsociable.


It's very much a case of summoner error when it does - not our spellwork.


A handy little trick.


How is that possible?


Still another githyanki disc. I'll see what Lae'zel has to say.


Frozen in place. Even I cannot force it to move.


Circus clothes? What an end for Dribbles the clown.<br>


I have something for you - something that'll help you make it to the Towers.


*The door shudders, imagining its wooden frame cracking and splintering in a raging inferno.*


There's worse ways to travel, I guess.


Easy. He's a bit on edge since the, uh... incident.


Tunnels beneath the Open Hand Temple. Why is 'Father Lorgan' written here?


Something in the air down here. It's like this place <i>wants </i>to be forgotten.


C'mere you.


Kneel at the altar, True Soul. Kneel and rise anew.


Broken. Need to find another way.


*You flinch, but the tentacle is limp and cold. You push it aside and retrieve something loose, lying beneath.*


As much as I savour our conversations, it's high time we got started.


Those webs are huge. Tread lightly, or become dinner.<br>


'Least I'm out of that box. I'd pin that pus-shitting drider's tongue to his nose if I didn't want to get out of here <i>yesterday.</i>


Come on, no excuses.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Let me work my magic.<br>


*You sense nothing amiss.*


You stole an unborn hatchling from your own people.


Demento te!<br>v2


I'm lookin' - just ain't seeing much. Might be we need to carve you open?


Playtime's over. So perk up your ears - you and the pup have a new mission.


Perhaps you were not the saviour you seemed. I had learned better than to think of life as some simple tale, after all. There is no guarantee of happy endings, or <i>true heroes.</i>


I could take their life as easily.


I see. It must have just... slipped my mind. These things happen.


A paralysing agent? I do not think we're quite so far gone - yet.


I like it here now. It's not scary anymore.


I've got this.


Oi oi, I have business with someone else tonight, talk another time?


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


General Ketheric Thorm. Remember that name. He's the leader of the Absolutists.


He made Balduran a binding promise to protect the city when its need was greatest.


I care about our lives. Our futures.


Pigeon blood. Grim.


Don't know any Halsin, your excelness.


Don't even think about touching the druids' stuff. We called it first.


Don't fret, I'm on my way.


'Witnesses... failed... to... notice the... obvious... dragon...'


Looks like part of the Netherbrain. But we'll need to be higher up to climb it.


No one's getting in. Impressive, if a little dramatic.


Sweet dreams.


Yes - we wait.


Death to the Absolute!


It... <i>drew</i> us. We couldn't stop even when we dashed our boat against the shore. What now?


Count on me.


He's rather ambitious. One can only wonder what he has planned for the Crown. The answers to that can probably be found within his house...


Hiding... goblins followed... from the forest...


Welcome to the Counting House. I'm Head Clerk Meadhoney - how may the Fellowship of Financiers serve you?


To sit in the <i>zaith'isk</i> is a rare blessing, kin. Be grateful.


The dragonborn was a redcap! Kled <i>hates</i> redcaps. What if - what if more come?


Amicus animalis!


I don't like to go on in front of the others, but... it's about Ketheric Thorm.


Vincere est vivere!


Nervous to see me again, is he? How sweet.


I can't stand here and do nothing.


Let's get this over with.


I have no peace - not anymore.


Our friend will want to see this - where's that amulet?


Killing goblins is one thing, but this...


She's right and we both know it. No manner of duke should be tied to a devil's leash.


Sarcasm at the ready.


That's no surprise. It looks <i>powerful</i>.


Those screams - someone's trapped in that mirror.


More where this came from.


Parchment-pallored villain.


We won. I'd like to think Arka died happy, but... well. Perhaps now she's at peace.


Treato? Treato!


<i>...matched only in disappointment by its threadbare pint selection.</i>


The people we saved will not thank us. They will hunt us, and kill us.


Wait - why did that strange dog collar just vibrate?


Fading fast.<br>


Sealed shut from the other side. I wonder where it leads...


Vlaakith's crown - gone again.


A real fiend's skull. Judging by the size... a ghargatula?


The machines might be scrap. But that doesn't mean we've got the advantage.


I'd recognise those mischievous eyes anywhere - the great art dealer Vlemin. I <i>love</i> your work.


Shar must be thrilled. Congratulations.


Just when I thought I couldn't love you any more.


Cudo! v2


Rank, malodorous pustule.


It's true then; he's met Thaniel - there's no other way he'd know that name. This is just what we needed - well done.


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


And started gutting us one at a time. We fought back while the others ran - lot of good it did them.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Even so - I was hardly some naive apprentice at the time. I considered myself an archmage, and yet was fool enough to be mistaken for a common conjurer.


I hope you and Minthara are very happy together. Or miserable. Whatever she prefers.


I recognise that floral motif - same as that key we found.


I hear the city above is in turmoil - good. Despair swells our numbers.


Who knows what he may have up his rotten sleeve.


They won't be much use to us if they're drinking and dicing when the Stone Lord kicks the door down.


And look, in the jar - one of our little tadpole friends.<br>


Any sign of the Watch?


Before master, my prey was <i>alive</i>.


<i>You </i>will protect it? Have you seen some of the big bastards around here?


Perhaps not. But that does not make it right.


Don't worry - we'll be ready when they come.<br>


Inactive. What powered the one on the nautiloid?


Nine Hells take me! No, never again...


Be wary, this place is trapped.


I remain unshown.


It has not been what I expected. Master Lorroakan is... a difficult man.


Can't read it. Too bad.


Hah. Don't blame you for wanting to steer clear. Some truly gruesome sorts gathered down there.


Our tribe left camp on a rescue mission. Only Ulma and those you see here returned.


*The raven, the piercings, the general malaise: this is a shadar-kai. Tales and songs featuring servants of the Raven Queen tend to be tragedies.*


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


Quite an elaborate door, for a tunnel underground.


Nulla salus!


Hmph.


Just - just a bitta beer. And wine. And mead.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


This is good-bye. Not because I don't care for you - but because I do.


I'd say the swamp is a breath of fresh air compared to the hag, but... not really.


The shadows - arm yourselves!


WHAT? Wait. Shh.


Shadowheart? It can't be...<br>


What?


Are you sure about that? This all feels very... trappy.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


It's a liquid blessing. It'll cleanse you - and it tastes better than the rotgut at the party.


POPPER HATES SNEAKY LITTLE THIEFS - EVEN BEAUTIFUL DROW THIEFS!


What do I have to lose?


This lock, my friend! Surely a strong arm like you can make short work of it.


A mirror that steals memories? How very <i>Sharran.</i>


We reclaimed our freedom, though everything was against us. What would you do with it?


Snore
zzZzz
v3


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


You claimed to know something about me - you knew about the wolves. Tell me everything.


<i>It was an honour to fight beside you to end the Grand Design.</i>


Over there - a shrine to Selûne. By Moonmaiden's grace.


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


Don't let me drag you away. Enjoy yourself - you earned a night of revelry.


It would be pointless of me to try to bar you from entering, but I can... set the scene as it were. Prepare you for your role.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


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


No place for me here without Nine-Fingers in charge. I'll see if any of our 'friends in Parliament' need a footman or something.


Gnolls erupting from corpses? I've not seen the likes of it.


Nice view.


Oh, don't be so harsh - it's plain to see that you've turned heretic, even if your friend had kept his mouth shut.


I will not slice - her kind die too easily.


One of many worlds.<br>


Gondian artificers might lack a certain worldly wisdom, but there's no doubting they're masters of their craft.


Don't go looking for trouble.


What would we be then? Survivors, with nothing to show for our struggles but trauma and scars?


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


I served a noble lord. I fought for him without question or restraint. Where his light shone, my sword followed.


Effort v9


Dying Burning<br>v4


Do you have any blank vouching documents?


Can't talk - I've to sort these supplies for the kitchens or Grisly will have my <i>head</i>.


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


You chose a path, made a pledge, and Bhaal had no part in it.


I've got you.


Consumed by that blasted curse... Greedy.


Orin's favoured plaything - and it did not die easily. Yes Boo, she <i>is</i> a little old for dollies.


That mad drow was searching for this forge, too. Seems he wasn't the only one.


Attack Critical<br>var2


If we get careless, the Guild will come for its cut - and if it doesn't come out of our purses, it'll come out of <i>us</i>.


Aaaaaaargh! Ican'tdoitIhavetoomuchtosay! You were right. I can't be a monk. I just want to TALK. Talking's great, see? You can say words, make friends, tell everyone everything you're thinking and feeling...


What's done is done - but we should check the corpses for valuables.


Crescit eundo!


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


Umberlee will deliver us all!


Tempora mutantur!


You can <i>talk </i>of little else too.


...or an ordinary hamster.


*Your very soul is tangled in shadow. Arabella's magic, wild as cursed briar. Her talent is now yours, too.*


Finally, the heavens are on my side. Or at least, one very irritated Aasimar.


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


We bested the Nightsong and lived. Lorroakan, however, was not so fortunate.


The toymaker's letter mentioned tampered-with toys. Let's be careful.


No one should have to bury their child.


Tonight, I wish to reduce the leader of your pack right down to a mewling cub. I like a challenge.


I've explored Shar's temples before - but never one quite so... funereal.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


I should have seen the signs. She had gone too far.


Did you see that?! Incredible!


I'm sorry. I can't help you.


You are a worthy ally.


The chest's clearly worth a lot to the Zhentarim, <i>if </i>it's returned unopened.


Minsc asked to speak to me alone - I expected his usual righteous drivel. Annoying, but harmless.


They were. And you should have been there to hear their screams when they were dragged away.


Love to be taken for granted.


Out, foul deformity!


Promises we'll have fresh meat then. All we can eat, bloody and raw.


What the people want in a broadsheet is something <i>fun</i>. Puzzles, for instance.


I'm beginning to question the artist's taste levels...


Jaheira didn't save your ragged little tail from the cultists - I did.


Nice and light. Sounds perfect.


A pity you got me instead of him. He understands these things - studied them. Still, we have options.


Not perfect, but better than expected.


A warrior's favour.


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


I have no more to say. Even old hay tastes better than your idle chatter.


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


Wyvern, Assassin's blood - oh, I'm just listing all the poisons I know.


Oh I'll join you. If you have whoever's in charge alongside you. Otherwise, I'd best be on my way.


*They ready for battle.*


Whoever they were, their equipment's no use to them now.


Entombed forever in stone. A grim fate.


A waste of... you have interesting priorities.


Owie, what you lookin' at? Rats! You look <i>bad</i>.


Get out! OUT!


I'd advise against satisfying your hunger on me. Who knows what the orb might do if it realises its host is the one being drained.


Figured you'd enjoy it. Bet you wish you'd been 'ere to skewer the ugly bastard.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


Shout


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


We're running out of time!