You've no idea what damage it could do to us, how far into illithid madness it could drag us.


Shape... changer... doppel... ganger...


<i>In my name.</i>


SHIT YOUR TROUSER HOLES. BASKET IS HERE.


Believe me, I've prayed to find one - but the gods have seen fit to stay out of this.


You fight well, but you're so efficient. Why not have a little fun?


Just like a foulblood.


<i>(Perhaps.)</i>


Where is it? <i>Damn it.</i> No, no!


I'll kiss it better later.<br>


No staying down on my watch.


Lookin' to spend it?


His acts were misguided, yes, but I assure you that deep down he has a heart of - let's say at least silver. Which is more than can be said for the foe you face.


Oh this is rich.


Try to do better.


That is it! I've dragged your sorry carcass far enough.


They didn't deserve this - no one does. Yet another reason to kill the brain.


Now - I have business elsewhere. But rest assured, we'll talk again.


I suppose you've never seen a crèche under an inquisition before, <i>ra'stil</i>. You are in luck.


Drunk <br>V3


<i>Infernus contractus te vocamus. Infernus contractus te vocamus. Infernus contractus te vocamus.</i>


This should help.


It comes and goes... and eventually, it will come more often than it goes.


*Here lies Duncan, last of the Ghorey clan, who died without issue.*


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


Not like me to overlook one of the Absolute's Chosen. Let myself get distracted...


Of - of course! She didn't tell me you were coming.


Enough. I've heard sweeter sounds from a dying vrock.<br>


Why are you even here? Go run and play with the Absolute, yeah?


He's gone. A tragic loss - once slayed by his friend's hand, now by mine.


I'm glad you agree.


Hm. Seems like the best way.


Can't think of a better endorsement for Gortash than that.


Don't mind if I do.


Sarevok was a madman and a murderer. He brought Baldur's Gate to the brink of destruction. And we were fool enough to work with him.


Effort v11


I think so. I hope so. I've sent birds to find him, but they can't get close without goblins trying to shoot them down.


Shadowheart's old hideaway, by the look of it.


I have been wrong every time. Long may it continue.


Be <i>very</i> careful, Mr Dekarios. You're on a terrifying road. One misstep could be your last. And then I'd be - oh, terribly cranky.


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


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


Well, well! Come for the words, stay for the wine. The owner of this tome must have been quite the jolly fellow.


Hear me, Harpers! All clear, at ease!


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


THEY'RE BLOODY DOPPELGANGERS!


A cave beneath the tavern. I wonder how deep it runs...


The most hideous words in the Common tongue.


I want you to provide your services to the tiefling leader - Zevlor, he's called. Offer to guide the outlanders out of the grove. I'm sure they'll reward you well.


*Brave the Gauntlet of your Lady Shar. Surmount her trials, and rise a Dark Justiciar.*


They wanted tieflings out. They got their wish.


Ketheric Thorm, bowed by grief for his daughter.


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


*Then, you see visions. Dark dwarves - duergar - chopping myconid remains with their axes.*


Luck you.


To think I went through all that trouble, only for you to land the final blow.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


There's no time to spare. Lead the way.


Hal-who? Dunno, might be he's the prisoner down in the pits.


Down. Deep. One of Three. <i>One of Three</i>.


That's not for you to decide. There's a world beyond us. I'd like to be alone now, please.


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


She probably just needs some time for it to sink in. I'm sure she'll be elated soon.


Looks like that dragon destroyed the road.


*The scholar's brow tenses. His voice spills into your skull, the spores connecting mind to mind.*


These flowers - what is this feeling?


I hope you like a kiss with teeth, druid.


Ketheric is vulnerable now. We should hasten to Moonrise, lest our angelic friend kills him before we have a chance to.


I hear shouting. Someone needs help.


Whatever you think you heard, whatever you're here to do - cool your heels a moment. Let's talk.


You will never be half the bard Ms. Silvertongue is - do you hear me?


No mercy. For Ketheric will have none on you. End this.


Ugh. I haven't been this sick since I landed here.


Prepare to die!


The magic nearly oozes from this flask. Can you use it?


These can't be our only options. Destroy the Sword Coast, or trust the <i>mind flayer</i>?!


Sorry, pal. Table here's reserved for retired Fists only. Veteran perk, you understand.


Now you see me...


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


The <i>stench</i>. I wonder how many pilgrimages to Moonrise ended down here.


The shield is still warm to the touch. A dragon is not to be trifled with.


A little more caution would be wise. Such power is tempting, but you risk losing yourself.


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


I can do that.


Te exsecror!<br>v3


Shut up, Skip! You're just jealous 'cos you don't have a big brother!


Bhaal is a god of <i>murder</i>, not manners. Besides, you would call this weakling my 'better'? Ridiculous.


Break already!


Command it to die! It must be now!


The Titan - it's angry you helped me. Do you hear it? Do you feel it?


Need any advantage I can get.


I've got something special for you.


While they're distracted.


No more talk. My jaw needs a rest.


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


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


BreathShortClosed<br>var 2


On my way.<br>


*Your skull aches before you can take a step - and you <i>are</i> the creature. You feel her irritation and indignity.*


Cast all wounds into darkness.


Don't worry - I'm not going anywhere.


Your contraband does not concern me, but it may concern my kin. Assume you are being hunted.


If I can put noblestalk on the shelves, it might allow me to hang on a little longer.


Dissera!


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


No, you should keep them talking as long as you can, then you kill them. <i>She </i>taught me that.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall


Voco potentia!<br>v2


Buff


Ah, that sun feels good on my scales.


I have got faith, True Soul. 'Course I do.


Hells... something just woke up down here.


Six months? Gods <i>damn</i> you.


Ignore my friend. They hit their head very very hard. They are in danger of it happening again.


And now you think we'll throw away our chance at freedom? By bowing to you?


Thou quivering plague rat!


We're gettin' gold from you even if we 'ave to take the fillings from your teeth!


Attack<br>var 2


So they kept the 'Blood of Lathander' here? No wonder it was looted.


Ah yes, Master has always had some spontaneous little outbursts of joy.


Vanra sits in my belly - growing fat with power. In time, I'll vomit her up, and have myself a fresh young hag to train.


I admire the attempt, but your acting leaves something to be desired. I'll try to make something more useful from whatever parts of you survive undamaged.


Shadowheart...


Wonder if the gods are watching me.


Even Boo cannot formulate a strategy. Is this the end?


You two have grown closer than I thought possible. And it looks like I'm the last to know.


*The rock resists all attempts to shatter it.*


No.


<i>Apart from you, of course.</i>


He makes us hungry. Always hungry.


For the Lady of Loss!


But I will take the head of the largest Watcher we can find. Boo may have need of a chamber pot.


Yes?


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


This is how we deal with a weakened enemy -


Hur hur! You ratted Cinnamon out! I call dibs on that candy!


I've tried already. Damn thing won't budge.


What can I do for you?


Haven't we waited long enough, Bran?


The cattle low about things of which they know nothing.


Oh, <i>hells</i>.


A magic ward. Someone doesn't want this door opened.


Lovely bottle. The sort containing a lively vintage.


-- YOU--- have a place -
--- in my Grand Design -


Ms. Silvertongue says there is nothing to worry about, so there isn't! Carry on.


I'm just sad. And bored.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Whoever you are, whatever you are, you are overdue a death. <i>Hta'zith</i>!


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


See that corpse? Arabella's father, in the oh-so-decaying flesh.


*There he is: the man who sold you to Zariel to live out your days in the Hells.*


BreathShortClosed<br>var 3


<i>That was close. No doubt there'll be others.</i>


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


Voss? He's just a war myth for <i>sa'varsh </i>to teach the young ones.


And the voice started screaming - saying that I was hers!


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Nestled here in the pass, quite possibly.


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


Best get in and out.


The githyanki crèche is <i>here? </i>This place looks liable to collapse any moment.


Wait... By the Bone Lord, it's you!


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Need everyone alive and fighting.


Attack<br>var 3


We should rest these weary bones of ours.


The druid learned much of the shadow curse. But not enough to cleanse it - or save themselves.


We have it - her lies, her <i>guilt. </i>Madeline reported her friends to a Dark Justiciar and fled when they were butchered.


A toy bear. Not quite ready for a child's bed just yet.


A giant nest... let's see what we can find.


That wall's barely holding together.


On my way.


Bring her here. Whatever questions she has, she'll want to hear the answers directly from me.


Isobel's sarcophagus. Before Ketheric brought her back.


Boo. That's just dinner then dessert.


I'm not swayed by your little parlour trick. I will be cleansed; then you may follow.


Hells. The great wyrm is nothing but bone and memories.


Interesting jewellery. Certainly not from around here.


At Shar's altar.


<i>Let's hope they've got it wrong.</i>


SFX VO: Choke on smoke


C'mon, c'mon!


This may keep the city safe, but to seal all those unfortunates away forever...? Death would have been more merciful.


Good! You should always be comfortable in your own skin. Even if that skin is new and... glistening.


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


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


I'll take that comment with the sincerity and good will I assume it was intended.


She's alive. I know she is.


How did Olly die, anyway?


*You blink and the wilderness changes. A swamp, stinking and insidious, assaults your senses.*


Darling duke discovered dead! City in disarray!


Dying


Ow! My tooth...


I am Cora Highberry, and this is my husband, Roger. Delighted to meet you.


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


Outsider. <i>Away.</i>


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


Stay with us, Shadowheart. That's an order.<br>


You dare speak to me as if we were equals? You are a scrap of food in my teeth. The dirt beneath my fingernails. You are <i>nothing</i>.


About time. The manip assured me a builder would come around a tenday ago, and -


One that feeds on his friends, no less.


Hey!


That might be worth a look.


Time for a word.


I told you already - nobody dies here. They come back, over and over, a little different every time.


This is your preferred course - to change the terms of our arrangement now that you feel you have the upper hand?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


There is doom in the air these days, but welcome news too. Word has reached me that the undying Ketheric Thorm is destroyed.


It's my own fault for letting her.


What happened to that magical item, Gale...?


So your escape from the Iron Throne was a narrow one?


Cudo!


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Mayrina, my darling, it's not true. No - this scoundrel cut your brothers down. It was <i>awful</i>. So much blood.


Hmm - a steel mould. Used in forges to cast armour and weapons.


Yet your companion disagrees, Lae'zel. What am I to make of that?


Don't matter who he was. He ain't nothin' but a stain now.


Excellent. Now repeat my instructions back to me, please.


The only reason you're here is because Raphael allowed you to be.


<i>Giving a devil what he wants sounds like a brilliant idea.</i>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Lead and I follow, <i>commander.</i>


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


I'll spot my father too, with any luck.


May you wake with your lungs full of water!


P-athetic.


I can barely see!


That should work.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


The artefact was your last chance to prove yourself - and you squandered it.


Walk away, <i>nothrakash</i>. While you still have legs.


Nothing in here.


How many?


Hells - not a lick of damage! What am I missing?


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


An eventful night. Time to get some rest, I think.


You really are a godsend.


Enjoy yourself, of course, but I dearly hope you aren't only having sex because we haven't in a while.


*He huffs and, after a moment, appears to relax.*


I hope this does not prove to be a mistake, my love.


Let her go. And go to hell.


Blessings of the Moonmaiden. Praise her.


That'll do. Unless we fancy another go.


<i>Drugning</i> coward. I should've rolled you in runepowder and thrown you in the fire when I had the chance.


A powerful asset. Just what are their intentions, I wonder?


What do you want <i>now</i>?


Not that it's all too smart to question a drow <i>and </i>a True Soul, mind you.


<i>Her Netherstone... </i>


Such weight I carry. My pace will suffer.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 3


Hold on, you look like you've had a shock - is something the matter?


No, they stain their drinker's reputation instead.


Damn. The curse has snuffed my light.


Effort v12


Hells. We're attracting too much attention!


<i>Carry my hope, carry my burden.  Call my dragons, Quulos and Quuthos, and ride to the Astral Sea. Destroy Vlaakith, release our people. Be our future and our legacy.</i>


So this is the shadow curse. The scale of the corruption here is... impressive.


In a place like the Yawning Portal, the most powerful magic is calling for a round of drinks.


A map of the Sword Coast. My people have scouted well beyond the temple.


So many infernal items... Looks like a genuine diabolist's collection.


A door beneath Candulhallow's will open to the word 'Sicarius'. Blech - it tastes of wizard!


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


When I indulge impulsivity... as you know, the results can be quite catastrophic. But any path we walk together is the right one. I'm sure of that.


Look, I've already been threatened with death today so, relatively speaking, you seem nice. Can you help me?


A veritable angel, chained and tortured for centuries. To think she was so close to freedom.


*Your skull buzzes as the events of Crèche Y'llek flow from your mind into Lae'zel's.*


Victory v3


Well, that was invigorating.


If you're headin' down to the spiders, give 'em a tickle. They're <i>real</i> friendly...


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


*Doomguide of Kelemvor, receive His blessing: the death of fear, anxiety, and hesitation. For all must die and come to judgement.*


Non fit injura!<br>v3


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


Being in a land of cursed, angry shadows, you start to see things in a new light.


Dead. If only I'd slain it myself.


I don't envy you. But for what it's worth, I'm still at your side. And for now, I'm not going anywhere.


The boat's fine, but the nets are in tatters.


That same secret is how I've been protecting you from the Absolute.


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v2


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


There you are! Conspirators with the Abomination. Do you know the harbour is sickened with blood so black the sea itself chokes?


At last. <i>Hta'zith</i>!


Watching gods... the battle has already begun.


Effort v7


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


Never felt an earthquake in Baldur's Gate before. What the <i>hells.</i>


It's decided. Let's go.


Pickets, ballistas, siege engines... a little old-fashioned, too. A hundred years? More?


Stuck. There's no leaving without a fight.


HELLO?!


I'd rather not jump down murky pits, if it's all the same.


Without Lolth, without the Absolute... without my home. I do not know myself. But you do, I think.


I was wrong to think there could've been something between us. We're just too different.


Over here!


Invisibilis!


All right, then.


*Some honesty from a criminal - how refreshing. It won't stop you being arrested, though.*


A house of healing, for all the good it does anyone now.


A little magic never hurt.


You betrayed our lord by ignoring his Chosen. I speak; you obey.


You might not have been wrestling monsters, but... you kept the wind and the rain off. Heroic enough for me.


This is a Harper emblem. What was she doing <i>here?</i>


For now, I'll let you live. I'll even let you keep the privilege of my alliance.


Infernal metal! That's what my engine's made of. Hang on to that!


But it's massive!


*It shivers in resonance with your remembered pain.*


*It is not for you to judge the circle - but for the circle to judge <i>you</i>.*


An extra blade's always welcome. Lead on, Wyll.


Hold, seeker! Have you come to swear yourself to Sharess by my paw?


VO_SFX : Downed


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


That's the last of them - better fetch that lantern.


Hm. Seems like the best way.


Well he's no one to blame but himself.


It's not too deep. Just behind the orbital socket. I <i>could </i>attempt an extraction. I've a needle in my tunic, after all...


By the Triad, there is only one correct answer. Refuse him, and we sentence these people to die.


Ghosts? N-no. That can't be. This must be a joke.


Expello te!<br>v2


I trust you have found the sanctuary? I hunger for battle.


Just like Gortash - all air, no mettle. Flap your jaw all you like - your vapours hold no threat for me.


Lads! <i>Kill him.</i>


Very well, you may lead.


This must be where he was making them - there's no shortage of evidence.<br>


Seco!


What the hells happened? Last thing I remember, the Fists were after me.


I will never forget you - that I promise. And if you ever feel differently, there will be a place waiting for you in the heavens.


What happened, happened. Standing here arguing won't change it.


Easy now! Not going to let the goblins get you.


In light is presence; in darkness, absence.


Enjoyin' your visit, True Soul?


Argh, that's hot!


Not this again.


Gale's back on his feet - good. We've got enough problems as it is without him dead as well.


Just you wait for what happens next.


Are you drunk? Is that what this is?


Then we'd better make it count.


Mors certa!<br>v2


Our lost son may have delayed us, but he cannot stop the inevitable.


Ah, forget it. My new brew could drop you in the wink of a spectator's eye.


My prey awaits.


Father...


You spoke with him? Then you connected. You are a True Soul.


<i>You absolute horror! </i>


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


I can only hope he manages to find what he needs - for his sake and ours.


The ring changed colour. I wonder why.


A beating, huh? Oh no. Whatever will I do?


*The head breaks off cleanly from the drow's body.*


On my way.


Alas, now he is more valuable with you.


Your quite significant loss. Farewell then, and good luck.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


Suppose I should get you back up.


A level head. Let us see if you will get to keep it.


W...w...why...


Recovered <br>V4


What are these things? And gods, do they <i>stink</i>.


You should be more careful.


This must be how Moonlanterns were made.


Don't take that on yourself. You know who's really responsible.


We don't need any more trouble. Not after what happened to the Mother Superior.


The dreams alone do not concern me. It is what waking deeds they might inspire.


*The Waning Moon Distillery.*


Look at me. You need only think of me.


Perhaps one day you'll change your mind - but if you won't, at least know this:


Hmm. An unusually stubborn specimen. Don't let it slip away.


Those <i>fucking </i>stones were worthless.


My students are down in the cave. With wooden bloody swords, Torm spare me.


No, you don't.


Someone's in trouble... sounds like coin to me.


The magic's been dispelled from that book on flumphs. Let's see what's inside.


Limp-witted slick-licker.


Vos curo!


There you are - come on out.


I won't die here, damn it. I refuse!


But we shouldn't regret the bargain, not for one instant. Raphael can have his crown, if it means breaking Prince Orpheus free.


If it turns out I'm the fucking prototype for these things, I'll dismantle every single one of them.


Only bones and armour left. Must've been part of the original raiding party.


Lae'zel, no!


The brew's been chilled!


That most beautiful of fantasies.


Laughter Maniacal


Gortash will want to hear of this.


Wait - no. It cannot be. Were you the one who took my poor Astarion under your wing, only to abandon him so cruelly?


BreathLongOpen<br>var 2


Damn, that burns.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


And do you know what happens to outsiders who cause trouble in the crèche?


I know... but that doesn't matter, does it?


Steady, steady... Any spillage and they'll be picking my teeth out of the roof beams...


No. I'm moments away from a grisly death...


Viam sapientiae!


Fascinating... What begat such a powerful flumph? Does it still live here to this day?


A wonderful research partnership, I'm sure you'll agree. They are upstairs, if you wish to share any theories with them.


Incende!


Ah, cries for help... I must be home.


Astarion! This can't be the end.


A lot of effort to hide one sarcophagus.


I've got you.


Let's go to Carm's Garms! She has the most fabulous cendal - it's <i>perfect </i>for a shirt.


A hammer capable of shattering the bonds in the Astral Plane? That sounds like something we should seek out.


Tragedies? Them's the sad ones, right? I hope not.


More where this came from.


Victory v3


You bit me? You're a godsdamned vampire!


Darling duke discovered dead! City in disarray!


Gee, thanks. Looks like you grew a conscience after all.


Tracks like these puncture the soil across the Sword Coast. Goblins, of course.


Gortash is bold to invite us into his stronghold. I don't like it.


*All is as you feared. You are a spawn of Bhaal - his heir, his scion.*


Is that so? And what exactly changed your mind?


I don't want to end up like them. Let's behave - or at least pretend to behave.


Which reminds me...


No, they were your -... never mind. You made your choice.


*The Crown is in the depths of the Chionthar, waiting for your summons. You have the means to reforge it, and revive the power of Netheril anew.*


*Unable to decipher the arcane symbols, you have to admit defeat and give yourself over to the pain.*


Do you think Gale would approve? I saw how he looked at you earlier.


Resarcio!


Done?<br>


<i>Defende nos ab imminentibus aequilibrio tuo.</i>


Damn. I'll take drinkin' to diggin' any day.


Lord Gortash is dead, but I've done my duty - no one can blame me for it.


Mephits! Now it really is a party.


Locked. Best find another way in.


Probably.<br>


Is the boat going or not?


An illithid oubliette. Right beneath the Towers. A colony must be close. That must be where the tadpoles are coming from.


Stupefacio!


You are worried about this killing urge. I can see it.


How long were we chanting?


You <i>will</i> overcome.


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


You know monsters, right? Better than anyone. Look into my eyes. Can't you see I'm not what you think?


That's not what I meant! But if you do insist on continuing to be difficult...


Maledicte es!


Effort


I hesitate to say it... Something unnatural has taken hold of him. Oskar has been possessed.


No shadows here - something must be keeping it at bay.


Hah - the fire in you! Maybe we wouldn't be here if Rugan had a little of that, eh?


Stomach hurts. Stomach always hurts.


I can't believe Mystra's demanding Gale sacrifice himself to destroy the Absolute.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 5


<i>Leaves. </i>Like on trees. Up on the surface... forget it!


A powerful asset. Just what are their intentions, I wonder?


I'd ask what's become of you. But perhaps this is who you've been all along.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Dark magic - I can feel it. It wasn't used just for reflection, but for <i>collection.</i>


That's... wise. I think. You sound just like <i>him</i>. Prince Orpheus.


It says there's a cellar here somewhere.


*She scuttles toward the door.*


When dark thoughts invade, it is a friend's duty to dislodge them. Be it by exercise, or repeated blows to the skull.


I need healing.


Should it be the nature of our acquaintance that interests you, you may safely classify Gale and I as friends.


You're here to chronicle our adventures, is it?


Effort v11


*This is far more thrilling than your nights together ever could be.*


Run Peace<br>v2


A mug of nutty darndarr and a plate of cured meats? It's no Mount Celestia - but it's close.


Hot hot HOT!


Drink it in, toss it down, lap it up.


You can eat the fish, but stay away from the mushrooms.


Hostium munera!


Sure, take it.


Te adstringo linguam!


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


Orpheus would gladly execute the Emperor.


That was amazing.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


If something's happened that I should know about, I'd rather you were honest with me. We are in this together, aren't we?


Naoise, our lovely nymph - but she's engaged in the Nymph's Grotto on the top floor, sweeting.


Tch. Fine. Have it your way. I'll use that thick skull of yours as a stewing pot!


These chests are empty...


Like a hammer knows an untouchable nail. Look, I'm not -


Stories! Stories! Get them right here!


Hopefully it comes no closer.


You know what - you're right. Who cares what the punters think? They're all drunks anyway.


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


He tried to outrun the furies of hell. Looks like he hit a dead end.


Maybe he got sick of us.


Nothing so grand. He was just another broken little Bhaalspawn, who tried to clamber to glory over the corpses of others.


Probably not. It's just tin and glass.


The imperious elf's got the red eyes and pale skin of a wight.


It was a kindness, what you did. You ended the suffering of thousands of creatures.


Yes, I think we have quite proven what happens when this painting is struck!


We had our fun, but it's far <i>more fun </i>to see Lae'zel trying to romance someone. Who knew githyanki love could be such priceless comedy?


Farewell.


CoughIll<br>var 1


Dying under this monastery would've been a shame.


Go ahead! I am totally not an Absolute spy!


Both - we're havin' a party.


Good craftsmanship wasted on Selûne. Maybe it can be repurposed somehow.


Effort v7


And neither would I. Together, we can do anything.


A sealed pact is mightier than even Asmodeus' ruby rod. Do you think by merely saving a duke that you were ripping it through?


I'm offering you a chance to be useful - to be more than the monster you've become. I thought you'd be grateful.


*You see nothing out of the ordinary.*


Attack<br>var 2


There's mention here of an adamantine forge. Such would be a rare and valuable find indeed.


Sarevok, Bhaal's least favourite son. Still tied to daddy's apron-strings?


EffortMouthOpen
var 4


Dear gods, he's right - it's too late to stop it now!


Wha...? You. You're one of <i>them</i> - the ones who were attacking the ship.


Onward. Our purification is at hand.


Heh.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


I don't know what to say... we're already together as much as Lady Shar allows. Is that not enough for you?


Perhaps, but sometimes cruelty is a kindness. Believe me, Barcus would do well to keep his distance.


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


All affections face their trials. Your bond quivers, but it does not yet break.


Ah, it speaks of the Moonmaiden's sacred rites of passage. I still remember my own.


Means they're <i>old</i>. Still, though... I'll take old over none at all.


But you poke some folk hard enough, they're bound to squeal. And Mamzell Amira there looks about ready to burst.


From one warrior to another, I must say, it's just embarrassing the way the Flaming Fist lets this murderer go around killing people and getting away with it.


My dark consort. My right hand. My most beloved spawn.


Step lightly - we rigged enough smokepowder to blow this place sky-high. Fist won't find a thing.


<i>Almost.</i> I'm gonna enjoy pullin' off your skin when we're done.


The message went: <i>'I'm sorry. You know what to do.'</i>


It matters because you are the last hope to rescue our little ones from Cazador Szarr.


You! Please - explain to my brothers - we must be among our own kind!


Which worg upchucked you?


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


You have been forewarned for what is to come, but not yet forearmed.


All right, I accept. Lead on.


Weapon blueprints that use sussur bark? Rare find.


Weak


Why'd I sign up for this poxy job?


Our wizard is practically Netherese himself due to that orb in his chest. He would appreciate this book.


The crèche must be near.


A little hole, big enough for the worm, your body a blood sack to feed it.


Oh no! I'm so sorry, I - I think I dropped it. This is so unprofessional, Mol is gonna kill me!<br>


It's back!


You're what...? But I already took my clothes off.


Not that I'm judging, of course.


Perhaps I'll take you to my chambers one evening - give you some inspiration.


Look pal, you want a broadsheet, you'll have to <i>wait</i>.


I'll let Gale deal with that particular problem.


Victory<br>


Wait here. I'll require some assistance.


No time to waste dragging my feet. Got to make up for the time I wasted while my brains were inside out.


Maybe I should ask the grown-ups to look for Mol again.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Spurious prune-tart.


What's wrong - is the plant getting to you? You look sicker than a drunk derro.


Such childishness does not become allies.


Detono!


I mean to say, mistress - I have undertaken this research myself, beholden to no house or hold.


He gave up everything to save us, Lae'zel. Is this really the best you can offer him?


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


Loviatar? Sounds like a violent goddess.


You - you can do that? I mean of course. Of course, True Soul.


BreathLongOpen<br>ver 1


You will be the first to battle. And I will be the one to carry you.


Place the artefact. Or do not, and feel my bite.


Plenty. But right now, I have one job - you.


That's right, Karlach. So now as in the Hells. I can see why Her Ladyship wants a murderous brute like you back.


*As you get closer to the printworks, something odd happens. You hear it <i>speak</i>.*


Invoco te!


Get your gear in order and rest up. We've got an undead elf to go recue.


I wouldn't quite say that, but it'll be safe with me. Let's go.


Another brain.


Swiftly now.


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


What to do?


BreathShortOpen<br>var 2


And tragedy, my friend, well there's my bread and bloody butter.


Some. I think she's still trying to find the words. She still feels responsible  I fear... I don't want her to punish herself.<br>


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 3


<i>Rolan - bring the fire. NOW!</i>


Do not call it love. It was <i>poison</i>.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


*North - Wyrm's Crossing. South - Rivington.*


That is only relevant if we also need their help.


This place was rotten with merregons. Their leader probably isn't far off.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Fine - you ungrateful, <i>miserable </i>brat.


Not a problem, dear patron! Benji just has to check if you're a vicious murderer. Benji!


Well, here goes nothing.


*You catch a glimpse of busy street through the Watcher's eyes, but that is all.*


Good time for a chat.


Ouch. That will need some healing.


You might as well lock the cell, Wyll. You're too late.


I've got <i>nothing </i>to say to them.


No movement. Perhaps we must unlock it somewhere else?


Huh. Dinner?


Ketheric Thorm, bowed by grief for his daughter.


If you're going to torment me, at least try harder.


Speak to me. Tell me what is in your heart.


Victory<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Shhh, it's all right. Our parents will come for us.


That she did. Look at me, girl.


I thought we were safe here. More fool me.


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


Arde!


Ah - you've finally come.


They spoke of the Absolute - same as that goblin, Sazza. Curious.


Myrkul was here. Or one of his fans, anyway.


Good - I might get some sleep if I took a crack on the noggin.


Halsin's cancelled the rite. The brood is exposed. And we've <i>you</i> to thank, Silvanus have pity.


Collecting noblestalk. Valuable mushroom. We've a shop in Baldur's Gate. The locals go mad for it.


If that's your idea of fun, darling, you and I are going to get along swimmingly.


Hmm, a pixie. Curious little thing.


I have something to ask.


It's not him. I <i>know</i> he would never hurt me. And I promised I would let no harm come to him...


There's something there, half-buried in the rubble.


The crown it wears controls it, and these stones control the crown. It has been dominated.


You've clearly never followed a <i>true</i> leader - when you do, you'll understand.


Es praedae mei!


Oh dear - I forgot to plump her pillows this morning!


I see you found the tadpole. And one of you had honour enough to reconsider your position. Good.


I like it, though. Nice view. Restful.


A discreet word, then.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


It's a nice horn - but useless now.


...but take this locket. It's worth a bit. Now we're even.


I've seen some grotesques in my time, but this is something else.


Got yourself in trouble?


Lady down some barricades. We already have the high ground - best to make use of it.


Ad lapidem!


I do not give you leave to speak. In fact, I suggest you leave Ramazith's Tower immediately. We have no further business.


Worth a try.<br>


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


Activated somewhere else.


Here goes nothing.


The <i>real</i> tragedy here is the Baldur's Mouth cutting its puzzle section.


It's Balduran. Our city's valorant founder - and now, the illithid we carry in that gods-forsaken prism.


Let's go.


You louse, you mite!


And yet you did. Answer me - who are you?


Did you just lie to an angel? Make this right, my friend, or they will spawn a tenth and special hell, just for you.


I understand, but hear me out. These fucks will be especially fun to hunt.


Looks like that hurt.


Mortem tuum sum!


I want to help, but I can't. Not until I know they'll take the wyvern poison if they start to change.


That's all, then.


Oh they're disgusting. Cazador never fed on wretches like this.


The crèche's <i>ghustil</i> - its doctor - has the means to cleanse us.


Someone's coming. Another Justiciar, I presume.


Attack Critical<br>var2


She was wearing a green blouse. Brown hair, about this tall.


Tread carefully, now. Not even a god would survive sacrificing me.


Back away, citizen. This is an order.


Well, she wasn't lying - she's immortal.


The Absolute is on our doorstep - this is the last bloody thing we need.


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


I hear shouting. Someone needs help.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Hah. For all the power She lends us... I am still only an imperfect vessel. You will fare better when your time comes, I think.


Wait - what?


*The corpse remains silent. It does not know.*


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


Are you quite sure that's wise?


And hamsters don't have hackles.


The Underdark - a foolish place to hide contraband, even for a Zhent.


*The mission. The artefact. Many were sent to retrieve it, and now only you remain. You must survive, and bring it to Baldur's Gate. To the Mother Superior.*


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


An eyepatch. Wonder who it belongs to - or <i>belonged</i> to.


My mum's down there.


Mm. For a <i>jargh</i>, you got smarts.


But maybe it's worth more than the prize money, right?


Oh, empyrean high priestess, let us worship at your altar!


Then I wish you a pleasant day. May it bring you a wealth of discoveries.


That's a cry of pain if I ever heard one. Came from beneath the windmill.


Voco potentia!<br>v3


I wonder if any of these rooms are available to rent?


This is not helping me work quicker.


It was an accident! She stole the idol - we were overzealous, yes, but -


Breath_Fast<br>Var 2


Malleus! v2


It was enough to seal Thrumbo's fate. I destroyed him at dawn.


Oh... well, no matter. My instruments make the most splendid of gifts! I'm sure you'll find something for even the most contrary of bards.


I want someone there, ready for me. Once the Mass is done and our master grants us our freedom, I'll want a drink.


I'm more worried about this parasite than a few goblins. We need a healer.


Used to prep brains for... parasitic insertion. Now I... create optic relays...


Nymessa. Are you all right?


Whatever... you... wish...


Filled with brine - and a whole lot of those parasites.


No hope of clearing this without a shovel.


Tut. So much potential, gone to waste. Patriars - let it be known. The Absolute's assassins walk among us!


---COME--
-obey-  --yield---


Your father too, if our fortunes are so kind.


NO! He was MINE! Mine to kill!


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


Any worthy individual destined to become <i>ghaik </i>would've done so.


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


Aha. Found the nest.


But if you so much as think about harming me, I will pluck the thought from your mind, and then your heart from your chest.


That bright tower... it's Moonrise. Or it used to be.


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


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


Nothing. It's not really the time for an ogre rampage, anyhow.


Ethel - to me. It's time you made good on our arrangement.


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


Do we have to, Boo? The small talk is <i>terrible.</i>


You want to talk? Oh, that's very cute.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Voco glacies!<br>v3


I will seek reinforcements and join you when I can.


Be assured it is not by choice.


Boss says this work makes us honorary... Harlots? Harpies? Sounds nice.


Ah - you survived. Which means my employers are dead, I take it? No matter - gives us a chance to talk.


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


Effort v4


This must be the girl, Arabella.


You will bleed - you will choke on your own <i>guts</i> for this.


Perhaps they've even asked you to undertake this gruesome sacrament.


The Absolute bids you step forward, True Soul. She is so very close to us here.


Report to the infirmary. Ghustil Stornugoss will see to you.


This is Lolth's descent into the Underdark. Looks like her drider champions tearing open some mind flayers.


Duh-duh- damn it. Duh-duh<i>- </i>ARGH.


My strength is gone - my will shattered. I cannot.


Blasted fog is everywhere.


But alas. Any articles not about Gortash's death might as well be bog roll at the moment.


Keep your guard high. Let's move on.


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


Shh.


The favourite of Bhaal turned meat puppet, strung up by the sinews and plucked by my hands.


What are those?


Oh, that works! Maybe?


The parasites are merely a symptom of a greater sickness in Faerûn.


Might be some interesting stuff down here. You first.


Indulging in a spot of vanity. Handsome devil, aren't I?


Magic-eating flowers as a light source. Ingenious.


Where's <i>your</i> gazette's Golden Quill Award for Truth and Excellence? Don't have one? Bloody thought not.


Dying Burning<br>v4


I wonder if this is worth the cost.


Look, Astarion, it's time we had a chat. You're a vampire, right?


I, er... ahem. That is to say...


Volo non fugia!


Look here!


Not really, no.


Look, I'm here because I saw your fire and hoped for a safe place to rest. Would you mind if I stayed her tonight?


Aye, not ideal. But we don't plan on going along with that - only on taking the opportunity this whole situation offers.


<i>Hta'zith!</i>


No, someone's coming. And someone else wants us to know...


Brittle are the foundations upon which the houses of tyrants are built. It seems I judged you to be less brittle than you really are.


Victory<br>


Well? Are you composing a poem in your head, or some such?


...Myrkul...


You two did what you thought was right, but I can't go through this again. I just can't.


*Your admission wasn't enough to absolve you of your crimes. Only time in the cells will do that.*


Note this trunk of lies.


Hastily buried - but at least they <i>were </i>buried, I suppose.


Tight fit. I won't be getting back in that way.


*The brutal aches in your body yearn to take it, though you sense it will spell misfortune.*


A mistake? Spilling your soup, mispronouncing a word - these are 'mistakes'.


Some people truly have the blackest hearts. Poor mite.


Wyll... sometimes I look at you, and I just don't have words for this feeling. You are everything I ever hoped for. Everything I thought I could never have. Never <i>deserve.</i>


A very gory idea of art.


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


These horns are a fine trophy. Hacked from the skull of a war devil.<br>


It is my duty to ensure you are making the right decisions, Master.


Don't bleed out on me.


...Please stop interrupting me... eleven... twelve...


And you did. You found us.


*Strain as you might, your eyes find nothing but an overly detailed description of the flumph's reproductive process.*


Surely I should have heard something about Vanra by now...


Doppelganger. Shifter of shapes, and downright pain in the ass.


A red dragon? That can only mean trouble.


You know, I didn't walk around armed until these Watchers showed up. 'Protection' my eye.


Oak Father, I fight for you.


Impero tibi!<br>v2


Impressive gems. They can't be real, can they?


I knew the many Sharrans to be cruel - but to see these implements of torture in person is enough to turn my stomach.


We need to find that spear.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 1


That silver tongue of yours is dangerous - bravo. I can't believe you actually pulled that off...


What is it, cub?


It need not, indeed. I think you understand how important this is to me. I <i>must </i>prevail.


Bloody Zariel. I won't let her take Wyll!


Anyway, enough prattle. The lyrics are clear - all who hear the song must die.


There? Very well.


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


<b><i>By eliminating Ketheric, Orin, and Gortash, you have simply unbound me. </i></b>


An actual city, though. Lotta fat arses with full purses in a <i>city.</i>


Hag can't have gone far.


This'll make you feel better.


What a majestic weapon. Even the gith would cower at you.


Now, madam, if you'll just tell me why you're here, I'll take down the details.


Not many enter our fine city and <i>immediately </i>start meddling in murder investigations. Curious, don't you think?


This blasted hammer has no effect! But it has to - somehow!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Dissolve!


I think Shadowheart would like a word.


They're... they're my parents.


You're on the right track. It's in Moonrise Towers. But I don't know where exactly.


Father Lorgan... Helping me...


I'm better at crafting steel than wielding it - your friend here is armoured and potion-fuelled and ready for battle!


That's a githyanki blade if ever I saw one.


*The spell's power wanes. You can ask no more questions.*


*The eye doesn't seem to notice your presence.*


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


LIAR.


And if her people found out about her impotence, there would be mutiny, revolution, the end of her rule.


Let's see what you've got.


Stupid child. I warned her to stay away from us.


A faith passed on by your father. He was ever loyal, even when the skies were darkest.


You bought something. Most everybody says it looks like junk and moves on.


Thank you. Sometimes I have to remind myself of that very thing - it's nice to hear someone else say it.


Patience. If we do not prepare, Baldur's Gate will be our tomb.


No!


DisagreeClosed<br>var 2


Of course I am. You indulged an obsession - you tasted me, tested me, and had your fill.


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


I've never seen a tressym before, let alone a stray. What are you doing here?


Go now, and do what I could not. Go to the heart of slaughter, and be the last to live.


Whoa. More carnage.


<i>Gh'rack </i>- you <i>knew</i> I'd rile them up. I'll split you from head to hole for this!


This disc is marked with <i>tir'su</i> - but I can't decipher them. Maybe Lae'zel can.


Anyway. Where were we?


We need a way out. Now.


Yet the Three amass an illithid army, void of apostolic souls that could imbue them with power.


You could stick me through the heart. Stick <i>her</i> through the heart. Cut us to bits.


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


<i>Ba na'zin.</i> Our each step, with purpose.


That's fantastic. Well done.


My eyes!


I thank you for taking our side. You had no reason to trust us, yet your faith spared us a grisly end.


What is it?


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


Take a moment, Bran. Savour our victory over the drider.


You should be more careful.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


Boom!


Caeco te!


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


Yes, beautiful?


Is that - Balduran with a bronze dragon? Must have been quite an adventure.


Time to give that hag everything she deserves.


A sussur tree. Spells will be unreliable.


What's cooking?


I can't help but notice you seem happier of late. There's a spring in your step that wasn't there before. Just a pity that I'm not responsible for it.


Almost...


*The chaos of the crash site confuses the landscape. You'll need to find a settlement or landmark.*


All for the taking.


Don't wear them out entirely, priest. I might have use for them yet.


Probably nothing important. Better to be unburdened - I think someone told me that once.


She deserved better than that.


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


Just out of view.


Voco arvina!


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


I'm... cured.


I get it, you're not a chump, but we're just trying to survive.


Returning to the fold with plenty of tales to tell, I'm sure. Not least about your adventures in the shadow-cursed lands.


Need to find a way forward.<br>


Ugh. Fresh goblin stench. They're close.


Looks like someone broke free... one of the adventurers? Maybe they're back at the grove.


A herd of vampire spawn, unleashed on the Sword Coast. What could go wrong?


We were ambushed out in the cursed lands - cultists of this Absolute. Likely we should have surrendered, but...


Hear that? Something's happening in the back of the temple.


Just so you know, my first duty is Karlach. I'm oathbound to go after her.


What was... hm. Never mind.


<i>Ab spiritu humoque, aculeus vitisque.</i>


Sealed, and no sign of a padlock. Must be another way to open it.


Of <i>gold</i>? I did not know I meant so much to you, guildmaster.


Mind flayers. The atrocities we are becoming.


Didn't you, when you murdered me? Perhaps you were stricken blind by foolish devotion.


Lucky those bandits valued their own hides over their loot.


I'll keep deserving it. I promise.


The Moonmaiden's silver light can cut as sharp as any sword. I wield it this day.


Seek purification... seek the truth...


*Thoughts of baby names. She did not wish for her first born to be named after her mother-in-law. Muldred. Ugh.*


Waltzing in here beggin' for drink, I'm sure...


I reckon Investigator Valeria is right.


Very well.<br>


AgreeClosed<br>var 3


The gentleman being held next door. My acquaintance is working on him, I believe.


Better not be cursed.


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


<i>The situation is worse than I thought.</i>


Karlach's spark is extinguished.<br>


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


AHH! Okayokayokay, just take one and leave me alone!


A chained book? Oh, that's just begging to be read.


Sharp as a razor!


*The squirrel lunges at your foot and bites it.*


You have my attention.


Whatever fate is coming to you will be too lenient.


I can never forget you.


Another disc etched with <i>tir'su</i>. Lae'zel might make something of this.


Don't forget our little agreement. As soon as things quiet down here...


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


Blood everywhere. This camp was ambushed.


One can't always be a gentleman.


Then let us hope your intentions remain as they are and do not undergo any further corruption.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Voco spicae!
v3


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


He is the life and light of Baldur's Gate. We deserve him. He deserves us.


That'll wake you up of a fine day, won't it.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


This shall help, deserved or not.


Overseer, <i>please</i>.


Viam sapientiae!


As I was taught.


Here goes nothing.


Sloppily done. But I guess the goblin had it coming.


But you have reminded us that when evil calls, we might stop our ears with virtuous cotton. <i>Hasn't</i> she, Jaheira?


Where are you going? We don't have time to waste. Ketheric is vulnerable.


Mol is super tough. If anyone can handle Moonrise, she can... I think.


The Stone Lord has plans to rob the Counting House - but Nine-Fingers has an ambush prepared.


Huh. This goes very far down. We'll have to go in to see the bottom.


...name yourself, on command of our queen.


They're yours, if you can find use for them - in the privy perhaps. I had best get moving.


Nature has been most kind to let me share in your heart. What do you need?


<i>The final threshold. You made it, Shadowheart - just as I knew you would. Now all you must do is step forwards, and the rest will prove simple.</i>


'Enjoy your night.'


I cannot tell if you are more a deviant or a debutante, Shadowheart.


Take the shard, then - it holds the location of the lost Adamantine Forge. It answers to the pass-phrase <i>'Dhourn, Lord Archmage'.</i>


What a strange looking doll.


Be at ease.


Whoever, or whatever, is causing that light is on our side, I have no doubt.


Seven years of age and murdered. What kind of monster hurts a <i>little girl</i>?


I've seen worse. <i>Much</i> worse.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


One thing that hasn't changed - this place is still a dump.


Effort v8


Nice view from up here. It'll be nicer if you move along.


It didn't work out for poor Ketheric, did it? He was a fool. A desperate mercenary who whored out his soul to whichever god flattered him.


<i>These forces are just a distraction - I have to dominate the brain! </i>


<i>Tsk'va! </i>You are pallid. Your engine - it will soon break down completely if we don't act.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


Whatever it is she comes to offer, whatever choice Wyll makes, someone will suffer. Count on it.


That's not going to work.


She'll kill me. This is it. This is the end... but oh, I'll make you pay before I die.


Mmmn. That smells delicious.


Well, the truth's out now, in either case. Did you want something else?


I'm an artist. These faithless bastards were trying to ransom me back to my patron.


But if I finish the ritual you started, I'll never have to fear anyone, ever.


In their blood I shall be reborn, free to walk in the sun's rays. Free from sanguinary hunger. And free to crush any who stand against me with merciless power.


Bashing the Hollyphant's wormy trunk was a particularly refined deed.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


Dogs in the distance. Just outside the light - for now.


Dying Freezing to Death


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


Let's remedy that, shall we?


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


Have... none...


An entire domain, ensconced in shadow curse. That's quite the enchantment.


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


I feel like I'm missing something here... what am I supposed to do?


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Please, go talk to the Investigator. The sooner we clear Brilgor's name, the better.


Kiai<br>Var 4


The crux of our worship.


We did what we had to do.


Bah. Fine! Minsc will dine on the little rock-worm, if that is what you truly wish.


Anatomical sketches of a mind flayer? Not something to hang over the mantlepiece...


Angry little creature, isn't she?


Looks like there was a struggle here.


*You remember that it is a common rite amongst Selûne's followers to send their children off into the woods to find their way home. Perhaps this time it had gone awry.*


Then there's two of us.


We have the hammer - we can free Orpheus.


Sordid? I lay with the Mother of Magic herself. What we had was transcendent, euphoric, incandescent. Not sordid.


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


Self-preservation - that actually makes sense. If you'd said anything else, I'd have struggled to believe you.


*His fist grips an axe. On his gnarled, grey skin, you see the Absolute's brand.*


Smoke. Something's burning.


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


This language is just gibberish... and yet strangely familiar also?


Absolutely. It's just that I was kidnapped by a tentacle-faced -


I've had a lifetime's fill of watching little men puff themselves up with grand titles.


Want me to shine your boots while I'm at it?


So, given that we are fresh out of alcohol for you, what shall we get up to?


We've got a contract to track down some relic, and he wanted in on the job. Eyes lit up when he heard about it.


Vlaakith's crown - gone again.


Te curo!


Interesting. I wonder if those blueprints survived.


Well... So much for my previous sentiment.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


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


I can't let you pass. See the gauntlet.


Damp stone and darkness. Is this the Underdark?


Ah. My friend. I'm sorry I dragged you into this unpleasantness. Hardly the way I hoped we would be reunited.


Now, shall we head back? We should try to get some rest before the sun comes up.


Of the woman I'd loved before she found me. Love still, in truth. She was... less than pleased.


You're just as bad as the rest of them.


Frange!


Torm help us, what do we do?


That's enough of that! Lord Gortash has everything under control - we don't need agitators like you ruining morale.


But making enough noise to keep this little mob distracted? That I can help with.


Let's not get caught off-guard.


You'd think his business would suffer in winter at least, but it's booming all year round.


<i>Now go. Warm my blade with moon-crazed blood. And be wary of your companion - he pries in your thoughts.</i>


Resurg


Perhaps you had no choice then. But still... we can scarcely afford such losses.


This does not belong to me.


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


Still searching? Hurry up.


The Lord of Murder calls you. You know what your answer must be.


Absolute? True what? What were those raving fools on about?


This calls for careful footwork.


Because this is her domain. If you are here, it is because it suits her.


I've told you about eight times now.


Well, the feeling is decidedly mutual. Her wares are a poor imitation of the clothing I have on offer here.


Buff


Hah. Even the wychlaran's mask could not hide Dynaheir's beauty - nor dull her daggered eyes.


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


He bays for your blood!


Hopefully this will all be over soon.


Devils. Either this ship has an impressive menagerie, or I'm in the Hells...


Take this. A far superior relic to that old jelly you were chained to.


Undetected.


Come, rest with me tonight. And next I see you, may that flame be raging even stronger.


I see... Foolhardy, perhaps, to reveal such a thing to a veteran of battles against Shar worshippers. Foolhardy... or brave.


Trapped, are you?


Excellent.


I'm perfectly fine.


Are you invited to Gortash's ceremony? If not, worry not - read all about the coronation of Baldur's Gate's first Archduke in today's issue!


I thought they'd be easy to outwit. I had an entire plan...


Dying


Is there something I can do for you?


Hells. Poor thing didn't deserve to die like this.<br>


Let us pave our own path. Starting with the kicked buttocks of that one there.


We went through all that trouble to get inside, and now Gortash invites us to see him?


I can't waste any more time.


Lots of bark. Bet she's got a good bite too.


The imps killed that thing. Time to get out of here...


Redcaps. The trails in the blood leave no doubt.


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


Huh. What's the catch.


*It seems they would complete their initiation with the blood sacrifice of a Selûnite.*


Bring... him... to... the... Absolute...


What's wrong with his face? Freak.


Shake those hips! Let's go!


I've heard stories about your kind. Stay where you are.


Closed Mouth Effort


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


Morbidus!


Exactly, pain is an <i>intimate</i> thing. It should be delivered with a loving and measured hand.


You were stronger. I was steel, and you were silver.


Merely to share a glass of wine I suppose; to toast to victory and to offer you an invitation.


Hail the Archduke. His safety is my duty.


*There's something strange about this Flaming Fist's demeanour - almost as if his will is not his own.*


You don't need Shar.


Dying Deep Exhale


That mad drow was searching for this forge, too. Seems he wasn't the only one.


No. Each <i>ghaik</i> is servant to an elder brain. No king unites elders - only their collective tyranny.


Effort v7


What is the creature doing to those corpses?


Karlach? Oh - what is wrong?


So were you. My friend. My companion. I adore you.


Got myself branded. Now I'm ready to kick some arse.


<i>I'm here - help me! I'm under attack!</i>


So many dead. Gondians. Ironhands... Wulbren. This wasn't supposed to happen.


A dragon-rider - my kin are near.


Oi! Priestess! We want the mark!


S-sorry, sir. I'll open the cage for ya.


Time to fetch Scratch from the kennels, I suppose.


Summon


I keep forgetting how little you must remember - you <i>inspired </i>the name, actually.


No!


Your purpose is the artefact. It is all that matters. Do you even remember who sent you to retrieve it?


I'm not getting through this way.


Loviatar? Sounds like a violent goddess.


Of course.


Were I not merciful, I would slice the skin clean from your meat.


Which is it? Which <i>day?</i>


Is this... evil? It looks evil. It feels evil. It certainly <i>smells</i> evil.


Dying Deep Exhale


You'd scuttle away so easily? To think I saw courage in you.


The holy fool, who purged Bhaal's blessing and ruined their once-perfect form. Your death is a welcome offering here.


Dying Burning<br>v2


I'm buying, all right? Let it be said, let it be written, let it be done.


General Thorm?


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


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


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


*Yet in a wink, you are reformed - a devil in spirit, if not body. For one depraved night, you feast on the sins of the body, the mind, and the soul.*


The shadows are blocking me. I need to get rid of them - somehow.


Thou quivering plague rat!


We can't abandon all these people. Right?


Looks like a demon chewed you up and spat you out. You couldn't make a goblin tremble.


A ritual circle? I wonder - is this how Moonlanterns are made?


Ah, a good, full-bodied choice.


Enough circling.


I've got you.


I wouldn't be so sure. There's a lot we don't know. Infected - folks like you - have been converging on an old temple of Selûne, and I've no idea why.


Keep walking.


<i>Argh.</i>


Sob<br>var 1


I can't do it. I'm not like you.


Hmm - a steel mould. Used in forges to cast armour and weapons.


No time to lose.


<i>Blurg and I have consulted on the matter of your reward. </i>


Ah. There you are.


Come on, up you get.


True sight... no... coin...


Fire might cleanse the wood-rot - but to little end, if you must burn down the forest entire.


And it looks like you've been showering in gore. How'd that happen, huh?


Hurt Critical<br>var3


New meat, drider?


Non fit injura!<br>v3


What a hunt. Maybe you'll find a belt next.


A cell has been identified. Prepare for transfer.


I can close that up fast.


Why does he linger, after the Unburdening?


He's almost home now - closer than a kiss.


Resisto acidum!


Mountains... road... gate...


But if you won't tell me, no matter. <i>A</i> truth is second best to <i>the </i>truth.


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


This must be what that book meant. I need to get across - and that means remembering where these platforms are.


The ring's engraved - and wouldn't you know, the marks match the ones on that strange door.


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


*Someone caught you stealing. Best give them a good reason not to kill you.*


Gods, you're obstinate.


Consider it an invitation then. For you to save your own life before it's too late.


Here's the key. The others are below - and bearing bad news, by the looks of it.


Lorroakan has his immortality then. And Dame Aylin has lost her freedom - again.


Better be cautious.


They're no threat to us, and they have no choice but to do Cazador's bidding. I pity them.


A piece of clown, going by the colour. Dribbles, I presume.


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


Quick - get behind cover, before it can blast us!


Um... 'Why...' Err... 'He's a meatier creature than any I've spied!' Oh, balderdash...


I hadn't thought of that. What do you have in mind?


No, I am proud.


My dear, nothing is coincidence. Mortals trifle themselves with free will, as if their betters have not moulded every potential path ahead.


What was that thing inside her?


So, Mystra's requested a chat with Gale? Unusually polite for a god.


<i>Think about this. It defies all logic, I -</i>


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


AgreeOpen<br>var 3


It's back!


Sussur bark. A rare commodity.


Hardly a revelation. Who doesn't have old flames to douse before they settle down? The matter was resolved, and our marriage began an honest one.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 3


Another shapeshifter - I wonder if the real Dribbles has better jokes?


But the fight is not over, not yet. There has to be another way.


Until I met such a thing you call a Myconid.


Tomorrow morning, we shall discuss what is to come.


A shame. I was looking forward to having you as my consort. But we can still be powerful allies.


*A blast of purest Weave is enough to banish the shadow magic trapped beneath the corpse's skin.*


You stand before an Inquisitor of Vlaakith and ask for... <i>reading material?</i>


Ugh, this is the last time I hire someone from the Guild.


Knock her out. And if she dies in the attempt, all the better.


You. Liam said you sprung him from the goblin camp.


I'm on my way.


<i>Hells</i> that was strong. Thought my skull was going to crack.


Lucky I made it out.


For the return of her prize artist, my patron will measure her gratitude in gold.


CRUSH THE BALLBAG!


Viam sapientiae!


Someone was researching the shadows. Good advice in here.


A ritual circle. Looks like it was used in the crafting of Moonlanterns.


Thou played thy part in weaving the fabric of fate itself. But for every thread thou sewed, so did the gods unravel another.


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


Oh yeah? Ya know what Ragzlin's orders are? Kill all the stinkin' thieves.


And behind it is the kennel - a fetid little cell he'd throw us into when displeased.


Thank you. Only wish I could go with you.


Easy.


Good.


Ketheric is vulnerable - all we need to do is strike.


That's a bell you can't unring. Perhaps you should reconsider.


<i>Really </i>now? First I catch a ride out of Avernus, then I stumble into a friend. Who's the goddess of luck again? I owe her a flower.


Mundus vult decipi!


Right. I'd offer you supplies and sustenance by way of thanks, but I'm afraid there's little to spare.


Such ambition - you make me look positively humble.


You cannot. We are still bound to you. You cannot both free us and free yourself from her curse.


Non fit injura!<br>v2


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


Well. I should probably fix this.


Are you all right?


Dying Freezing to Death


*Grunt.*


<i>Bwaah.</i>


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


You dare to challenge me?


Makeshift Selûnite graves. They were buried with some haste, it seems.


Breathe quiet, move with care.


<i>I understand my gratitude has limited use. You desire more practical compensation for your troubles.</i>


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 1


...<i>That</i> problem. You're infected with the mind flayer spawn, aren't you? Oakfather preserve you, child.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 3


Sounds like something my scimitars would say. They'll strike true. See to it you'll do the same.


A slate marked with <i>tir'su</i>. Another Orpheus story, perhaps?


A steel mould - used for weapons and armour, I reckon. Must be a forge somewhere it can be paired with.


Dead drow and some skeletons. I wonder what happened.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


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


Gith warriors? What else is the curse going to throw against us?


May your father's courage be with you, Wyll. And may we drive the Absolute forever from the Coast.


Attack Critical<br>var2


I ought to do the rounds again.


Why would you say something like that? What is <i>wrong </i>with you? Actually - never mind.


Hold tight, I'll get you.


What an angry little creature that pixie is.


Fog?!


And yet you say <i>nothing</i>. You should rage at this heresy, and scream for his head!


No - what are you doing?!


Retrieve it, quickly!


Help's on the way.


Shush your mouth. Or were you <i>hoping</i> to wake them?


It will come soon. Very soon. But we must impress our betters before you can be trusted with your old station...


If anyone comes down here with ill intent, they're gonna regret it. Pass it on, friend.


Better see this open.


Yeah?


Just like when I was a child.


Video veritatem!<br>v3


Like hells. That ain't firewine!


Look, you're just gonna make the little brat cry more. Go.


I know we can make a stand here. We <i>have </i>to. Your help will be welcome.


Good. So will you transform?


Thanks, miss. I <i>knew</i> you'd help me again!


Attack<br>var 3


Onward.


First, we exterminate the imps. Then we find the helm and take control of the ship.


Believe me, I wish I could. But I need this job.


Oh yeah. That prick. You should probably get out of my way unless you want the same treatment.


GaspFrightened<br>var 1


You could go overland - along the Risen Road or through the mountains. Easier at first, but you'll run into the shadow curse eventually.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


I know you are. We have so much to catch up on... in a little while. After I've had some rest. Once I feel more like myself.


Sniff<br>var 1


So bollocks to you and bollocks to Her an' all.


Us too! No one says anything nice about tieflings.


Love, is it? I hadn't realised I'd bowled you over that much. Give it a try, then - impress me.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death


Lily, I'm so sorry.


Nasty little tea man. Sold me some of his rotten leaves once. Made me feel slow, and stupid.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 3


Of course.


Too dangerous, even, for Mystra. But I would sooner trust it with a god than a man.


Wait. Did that just transform?


I hear you, sweet Majesty. I am coming, my queen!


Quiet, Lunkbug. The walls have ears.


Gain their trust now, and prime their souls for the reaping. I know the tricks.


All that, for the measly cost of one soul. A real bargain, don't you think?


What a shame. He could have been our key to a cure.


Stop! I already warned you not to do that again.


He will throw his doors open to you, lower his defences, and you will save the children you damned.


They stay in the light! They do not go into the dark.


Lae'zel... Mother Gith's champion...


A powerful asset. Just what are their intentions, I wonder?


Laughter


One that feeds on his friends, no less.


Gone, and only the scent of sulphur remains. An unusual perfume even for a surface-dweller.


This is madness. We cannot linger here.


Every moment Ketheric lives is another I am away from Baldur's Gate - I need to return. And soon.<br>


Ten loaves of bread? Are you sure?


Gremishkas? Better be careful with any magic - spells set them off.


Poor thing must be terrified. Who do they think they are, keeping her away from her folks?


A map to a githyanki crèche. Our cure is nestled in the mountains.


If anyone asks, I'll say you were transforming. Don't expect to be mourned.


Now leave me be.


But I only just found you again, after all this time. I can't lose you again.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


What's on your mind? Apart from finding me an artefact to consume, which I assume you're pursuing with the appropriate urgency.


Excuse me? After everything you said before?


You remember that spiced apple loaf we had in Waterdeep? The big one?


Oh for a skeleton key.


Hopefully there's no more of these <i>creatures </i>along the way.


Ha ha! This is the madness the Sharrans wrought. Whilst thou wearest me, so sharest thou my curse.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 3


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


The ogre must have moved on to new deals.


Hm. Maybe if I make the spell <i>extra </i>big. Uh, do you mind? I'm doing magic stuff.


Try me.


Ugh. Art.


Fly, hamster!


What were they looking for, anyway?


Note this trunk of lies.


What are we seeing, Boo? This cannot be our doing - can it?


Now the Idol of Silvanus is returned and the rite has resumed. We will seal the grove. Free from harm. Free of <i>intruders</i>.


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


I'd rather get them from my florist in Waterdeep, if it's all the same to you.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Unless they <i>want </i>to become shadows...


These flowery designs match the flowery key we found. Perhaps it opens a flowery door inside?


Never seen that before.


But hey - don't worry about me. If you prefer little miss, then it probably wouldn't have worked out between us anyway. Soldier.


The slavers are gone - Nere must be dead by now. Just need to grab his head.


I'll keep watch here. Gnome might make a run for it.


Yes.


Aqua pura!


That's curious.


Burnt to a crisp.


Forgive me. The shadow curse occupied me so entirely and for so long... I almost miss the purpose it gave me. Now I must find a new one.


That smell. Death, decay - it's <i>stupendous.</i>


And now I'm left with this gift: the strength to take my own freedom. I'm not afraid to use it, and you shouldn't be either.


Chicken! Chicke-e-en. Come!


That thing is about to blow!


Stopping the ritual was the right thing to do.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


Gently...


BreathShortOpen<br>var 2


The brain awakens - we must act now.


Excuse you. I didn't need that prick to make me who I am.


Fuck yes. She's <i>incredible</i>. Well-chosen, Shadowheart.


Come back soon. <i>Please.</i>


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Do not incur nature's wrath, fool.


I feel my blood bubbling - it's been made <i>explosive</i>.


These rats paint a vivid picture, do they not? Volo might learn a thing or two.


Risum teneatis?


You talk? And you are aware? How is that possible?


Open up.


An idol of Lady Shar. It cannot be a coincidence that I found this... All these signs of a Sharran presence. Dark Justiciars.


Obedi me!<br>v2


*You lay bleeding as she leans over you - a smile on her face.*


Chessa, focus. Resist the beast inside you. You promised!


...is <i>me</i>. Forgive me - didn't want the grove's prying eyes in my business.


You possess a prying heart. You crave insights and secrets that are not your own. You live through others, and neglect the self. We can help you rediscover <i>you</i>.


No. Not food.


You're the key to his future kingdom. You're his crowning glory. He has what you need but you are what he needs.


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


I feel it, though. My very being, draining out of me.


You think so? Mol <i>is</i> really clever. I hope she finds us again soon.


Not another one.


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


Get moving!


My thanks to you - your gold will be most gratefully spent.


<i>A miniature giant space hamster.</i>


Or else what, debased one?


But beware. My kin undoubtedly hunt you. If caught, your death will be slow, exquisite.


Attack<br>var 4


This is a bad idea.


*Your prayer goes unanswered. Lady Shar must have her reasons. The wound upon your hand is key.*


*Courage... conviction... defiance. Even as her organs began to dissolve, she believed she could resist.*


I have just the thing.


Breathe deep, and move.<br>


Effort v4


I'll pass on the ale, but the company sounds delightful.


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


*Your offering is accepted, but more evidence of devotion is required.*


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v3


Better to bunk with a beast than do battle with one, I suppose. Praise the Absolute.


Blink and you'll miss me.


Need a little boost?


Redcaps, no doubt. Wasteful creatures.


Without doubt. But this is a personal quarry - one hunter to another, I'm sure you understand.


<i>G'lyck.</i> I remember who I was in Crèche K'liir.


Well of course I don't want to. But if they get in my way...


Back in the hag's lair. Good thing she's dead.


Nope. No. I need to lie down.


For a moment, I thought this bottle had a toxic scent, but it may just be what passes for fine wine in Baldur's Gate.


No more lies, Astarion. The wounds you inflicted tell your bloodthirsty tale.


Voco nubes!<br>v3


We tried helping the refugees. Look how it turned out.


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


But I still feel his presence. Something about that helm...


Effort v9


Figure out whose side you're on, or I'll decide for you.


I'll drink only in the temple district, that you may keep an eye on me. Please.


You two fought noon and night, but there's no one she looked up to more.


Keep yer mitts off the prisoner. 'E's mine. MINE.


Effort v12


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


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Fine, yes - you have the right place. But where's the leaf-licker herself?


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


Long enough, at least - for us to do what must be done.


Cresceat scientia!
v2


Incredible. A light so radiant, not even the curse can dim it.


Tonitrus!


I've just got to find something that only I can produce, that's really hard to replicate...


The ritual is stopped. That's all Arabella wanted. That's what she tried so hard to do. Please - leave me.


Hm. All right.


You sound like my father. But it was more than that. This was no mere attraction - it was love.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 2


Falling


There'll be no risk in the Emperor controlling me - it's the perfect solution.


The corpse there - Arabella's father. Damned unlucky.


We can't survive without our cattle. But you're clever - perhaps they'd listen to you.<br>


Why, scared of gahosts?


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


Catch up. Give you a pat.


Tell me what you know.


Recovered <br>V3


Shh...


Lice-ridden cur!


Orpheus would have asked for no less.


It seems your report was good, W'wargaz.


To saving the city - and my fool of a friend.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


With the duke gone, someone will need to step up in his absence. A man with the spirit of a dragon.


Eh? I'm trying to enjoy the festival. Stop bothering me.


Laridda - I...


Thought their horns would be bigger. What's the use if ya can't even drink from 'em?


Magic with a bite, eh? That's worth a chorus of blood and bone.


You were hoping for some peace and quiet out in the forest, and I have ruined your night entirely.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


The basement... the toys...


Veni et iuva me!


*The Weave evaporates, and as it does so, you realise the night feels suddenly cold and lonesome.*


Great to have you back, Karlach.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


I'll strike you down.


What's the point in having lackeys if I've to do everything myself? The quartermaster makes sure the displacer's meals are properly seasoned.


Gruesome. A necromantic ritual, no doubt.


What do they need to be lookin' at <i>any </i>of us for, is what I'm sayin'.


Jaheira - no! NOOOO!


You've chosen your loyalties. Good. It is always best to know where one's allies - and enemies - stand.


Te absolvo!<br>v2


For you.


I don't know what we would have done without you.


We're good and done with the Iron Throne - and I've no wish to return.


Attack Critical<br>


We have to look out for each other.<br>


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


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


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


There must be another way to the city.


May the Blade of Frontiers fight evil on his own time, then. And may he smite only the most deservingest of vermin.


I don't dare to picture the crown in my hands - not when there's the small matter of an enormous, city-conquering brain beneath it.


This curse is powerful - the will of a god made manifest.


Closer... I need to get closer!


Inevitability is a wheel that turns of its own accord.


Oh, lad. That just shows we care!


<i>But first, Lae'zel, I need your promise.</i>


Extende!


((*I ask a boon, and will give one in return*))


Your job is to get up there and give me something <i>real</i> to sing about.


In Bhaal's name.


I know the feeling well. What has driven you from home?


I won't let you down.


Good. Boo will tell you when it is good that you talk again.


You know absolutely nothing, you eejit.


I'd burn a thousand souls to claim yours!


That ritual. A common growth spell, but... <i>altered</i>, somehow.


You're all scared shitless of this Stone Lord, you mean. Which is exactly why your boss hired us.


It is the very least of Queen Vlaakith's deceptions.


The ring's engraved. It matches the script in that tome we found earlier.


<i>Argh.</i>


I don't want blood on my hands.


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


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


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


*His liar's smile spells danger. He knows full well that his kin will die in the ritual.*


BreathShortClosed<br>var 1


I am handsome. Also very strong. And smart. And <i>dis-creet</i>.


I'm sorry - I didn't want to attack you, none of us did. But this is a disaster.


It's fine, Memnos.


All it takes is one - and you can kill every Gondian wearing a collar. It is almost too easy.


Oooooh I might be too good at this. What if no one ever sees me again?!


But... I don't know. Things can change I guess. I've heard.


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


Effort v10


I-I-I didn't realise. Very sorry, ma'am. <i>Very </i>sorry.


Hmm. Didn't work.<br>


Seems like a good moment to talk.


*It will be a joy to serve - to die for it an honour!*


The 'Adamantine Forge'. Duergar were talking about the same thing.<br>


Inaccessus!


Shar, guide my hand.


<i>How did you - oh. It's you. I must have let my mind wander. Enough for you to wander in. </i>


Undead crushed underfoot. I'll try not to take it personally.


Spawn of Bhaal... You will bring this city to its knees - as is your most unholy <i>right</i>.


They didn't deserve this.


<i>Yet that power may grow beyond your control. I have another intermediate solution, if you are in need.</i>


I won't let you warn them.


Spare me your empty threats and go away, <i>mragreshem</i>.


Attack<br>var 4


I'd rather walk away too. So let's say our goodbyes, and speak no more of it.


SmileClosed<br>var 2


A bad way to go.<br>


Very well.


There's still life left in this old thing.


I'm talking.


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


Hm. It can't hurt. I have her... I have an extra lute, if you want?


Voco flagella!<br>v3


I'm not even surprised. You were a mistake from the beginning.


You've been saying that for days. My feet hurt!


No - this isn't him. This is the tadpole talking.


But it could be another lie. I pray it isn't.


Did they bleed flame? Did their screams rend the sky? No - don't tell me. Let me <b>dream</b>.


All mine.<br>


The usurper is dead. So much for 'Circle Glut'.


No shadows here - something must be keeping it at bay.


Trust the Emperor, or annihilate the Sword Coast. A vexing choice - but an easy one.


<i>Ngh</i>. It's getting stronger.


My father is somewhere in this tower. I won't leave him in Thorm's hands.


Hadst thou allies, the yoke of salvation may not have weighed down on thee so.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


It took your power and your sense of humour? How wretched.


Da mihi facta!


The ballplay can wait, I suppose.<br>


That person's a stranger to me. Don't torment yourself with the past.


Excuse me, sir, quick question. Would you marry a stranger so your family can make buckets of <i>gold?</i>


I never took you as a fisher. Did you ever catch anything?


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


I haven't been able to sleep, knowing he was trapped in that wretched place.


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


I say, terribly decent of you to come over and exchange pleasantries.


Bring him back. Bring Connor back - <i>please</i>.


One tadpole is more than enough, thank you.


Inficio!


Don't bleed out on me.


Oh, my hand slipped.


There's a cultist convoy that brings supplies and personnel to the tower - by some strange magic, they move through the curse unharmed.


Careful - if the hag dies, the child does too.


*If your city is to flourish, you must first cut out the tumours Gortash left behind.*


I don't hear anything.


Vivat crescat floreat!


I'm not paid enough to deal with threatenin' types, you can kindly shove off.


You should be more careful.


It will bring the Foundry down, and the Steel Watch with it. You can do this - you <i>must</i>.


Let's make tracks before this thing gives me the lash of Bane. See you around, soldier.


<i>Shka'keth</i>! You would steal away one of our children?


Guide us well, lest Boo take the reins and whip our butts back to the path of virtue.


Let no prying eyes discover me.


Haven't you got anything better to do with your time than harass innocent craftspeople?


Can't say I'll miss those metal marionettes - it's hardly a free press, if you're not free...


Just handing him over like that... I don't know. I hope we made the right choice.


A lava elemental. That thing could melt armour and flesh alike.<br>


This is nothing but junk!


Thank you for cutting those creatures down, truly. Gods know what would've happened if you weren't here.


*And suddenly another presence looms in your mind: searching, probing for a tadpole... and finding none.*


*'The Prince of the Comet, Part One.'*


Do what you must, but quickly. Once you sound the horn, they'll come running.


Can't leave a friend trapped.<br>


The lantern is yours - Jaheira's orders. Take it, and it will guide your way to the Towers.


Never felt an earthquake in Baldur's Gate before. What the <i>hells.</i>


This guy's tryin' to poison us! Kill him!


Phew. Another one down.


Consider it open.


Effort v6


I'm ready for this - I'd rather die fighting than with an arrow in my back.<br>


Why don't you sit down for a bit?


The hag must have worn half my wardrobe. Oh well - more for the fire.


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


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


What's the matter. Don't you trust me?


Inficio!


I am ready.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


ClosedMouth Effort v2


I've got you.


It felt like a quake fit to topple Ramazith's Tower.


Looks like that hurt.


I'll be out of your way as soon as I'm finished...


Mizora shadoweth him still, but the devil as yet keepeth her distance, and her schemes remain unknown.


I - F - or is it an E? Is it even a letter?


Charged with magic? Perhaps that explains the ease with which these goblins submit to True Souls.


And who better to be standing by my side than you, who helped me get them?


This sensation - these flowers are absorbing all the magic in the air.


<i>I'll show you thirsty! </i>


If they move freely, they must have some kind of magic that protects them. I'm not averse to claiming that magic indeed.


You'd better be right.


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


Mors animae!<br>v2


We have every right.


I didn't come to beg. I can work. I can cook for you. I can help - let me prove it.


Later. We have enemies to silence first.


I'd kiss you, but neither of us deserves that.


'The Blade of Frontiers. A fitting title for one so steeled with purpose.


*It appears the guard you killed will not go unavenged.*


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 2


((*it nourishes us all. the Circles, the drow - we drink of its essence*))


A petrification ray... someone addled that spectator.


Nah, they're harmless. Except if you're a criminal, of course.


I'll be keeping an eye on you, understand?


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


This is not just about you and I anymore. It has become far bigger than us.


Astarion! This can't be the end.


Kill Ethel before she seeks vengeance for her fallen redcap. Save us - I beg of you.


Locked. Best find another way in.


I hear wisdom in your words. <i>Vlaakith'ka sivim hrath krash'ht.</i>


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


Diminue!


You're lying. She can't be saved, can she? My father told me she was... gone. It's true, isn't it?


*Your bond with Gale grows stronger every day. This kind of honesty might build a new level of trust between you. So long as you tell him in the right way...*


Do you take me for a fool?


I was rather hoping I'd be leaving with you rather than sizzling like a frog in a furnace.


What in the Nine Hells have we done?


Sealed by magic. There's no smashing this open.<br>


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


Effort v8


Eh? Then you got business needs seeing to, don't ya?


But it's got a vicious bite to it. Delightful.


*Journey to the Underdark.*


Someone's sending a message. And I'm not sure I care for it.


I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into. I hope he treats you well. If he's even <i>able </i>to.


Yes, yes it would be easy to snap his flapping jaw. Cut out his mouth meat and mute him for good. But not yet.


*Freed of the Absolute's control, they will complete their transformations. A plague of illithids will soon descend on the Sword Coast, enslaving all they do not infect.*


I fear we cannot find our way to camp from here, friend. But we shall be so quiet, you will not even know we are here. <i>Argh.</i>


Please - you have the powder? My Beldron will die back there. Blow up that wall, I'm begging you.


Squad of my kin camping in some ruins. Pack of gnome slaves there, too.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


We need a way out. Now.


*As a blushing flush runs through you, you rejoice, anticipating all the pleasures you will feel, without the world knowing.*


*The wreckage. The flames. The dead...*


*How the kitty-cat mewled when your boot stamped upon its tail! You are the black cat crossing the path of the living.*


Our time with those two drow was... certainly bracing. Takes me back to some youthful misadventures in the Underdark.


Is this the Moonlantern...?


Damn him. Damn him...


Mors certa!<br>v2


That festering inadequate. Thinks me a flesher, butchering and cleaving only to whip the herd towards his tin men's oppression.


Halsin... he's dead. No chance of lifting the curse now.


Well, it was worth one last shot.


You don't mind, do you?<br>


The pooch won't be fetching balls until I fetch him from that kennel.


ENOUGH! If you cannot take it, then take <i>them</i>. Balthazar will find a way.


Won't budge.


Best not to touch the chest of offerings other mortals have left to their gods. But I can use the altar to pray. <br>


Figured it was time to brush up on my skills. I wouldn't want to fail my new partner.


Effort v12


To end so many with only rhyming and words... the sword would have been messy, yes. But cleaner too, thinks Boo.


Kill the monsters, save the townsfolk, sweep the local hell-beast off her feet?


Quiet! Anyone could be lurking nearby.


*Suddenly you're in her head, feeling what she feels - confusion. Frustration. <i>Resolve</i>.*


We should never have come here. <i>You </i>should never have feigned our friendship. A decision you'll soon regret.


Gortash is to become Archduke? We need to reach Wyrm's Rock.


You must be joking!


Attack Critical<br>var2


Oy! Get your stinkin' fingers off my crate, gnome!


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


What... what was that?


No, there's collectors in the city! They'll pay good coin for it, I swear!


But I'm not above enjoying this.


Impero tibi!<br>v2


Yes, but -


Obedi me!<br>v3


Shadow Druids? This Kagha is <i>not</i> to be trusted.


*You certainly are <i>convincing</i>. The druid is letting you leave.*


A bright idea.


So, only a mind flayer can wield the stones, from what the Emperor said.


If this plan is anything short of a strategic masterpiece, we shall have no recourse to follow it.


Effort v3


Allow me to process it for you.


Astarion... vampire spawn...


I have the miserable feeling of being prey. Something's on the hunt...


I mean - the Blade hasn't exactly lived up to his own reputation. Here you are, cheering me up when I almost tore you down.


What happened, happened. Standing here arguing won't change it.


Aqua pura!


Is that a growth spell? I've never heard one like it.


All it does is make Minsc wonder if Boo has already eaten this villain's eyes.


Looks as though the homeowner's up to no good - I only hope no one gets hurt.


I have my reasons - they're nothing for you to be concerned about.


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


Never thought I'd be the type to fall for a <i>fatale</i> like you, but there's a sweetness to you, just beneath the surface. It's irresistible.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Fall, damn you!


What? Get - oh, s-sorry. I - I didn't know who I was talkin' to.


The Ironhand Gnomes can always use more friends, particularly in times like these.


I can see the scars. No one should have to suffer like you suffered. <i>No one.</i>


If so, they might have returned to the grove.


Now these lands are free of Shar. I hope I can say the same of myself, soon enough.


Myself and the Coast entire. A debt I'm unlikely to repay in the years left to me, but I suppose I can make the effort.<br>


Oh... sure. Of course. Have a nice night.


A matter of coin.


That ox again.


You listening?


Let's go.


Look - there's no need for this. Free me now and I'll see that my patron rewards you!


Take me with you!


You're just making that up on the spot.


We know you as an evil man.


Another one down. But it's not over just yet.


Maybe it has something to do with the army about to invade the city.


Free... for now.


No traps, please.


<i>Chk</i>. Enough viscera to rival a githyanki sparring circle.


Lives are at stake, and the cowards only care about their bloody rituals!


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


If it was anyone else, I'd be sceptical - but you? You've more than earned the title.


AgreeOpen<br>var 2


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


Looks like any regular weapons I have work here too.


These boots are quite something. Powerful magic.


I once had a fella who'd been caught dabbling with a dryad.


Lolth leading her drow into the Underdark. This must be ancient.


*It seems that little spell just earned you a meeting with the guards.*


Honestly, what did you think was going to happen? You'd develop a taste for it?


Your kind's stoic endurance will be a boon to our cause.


The boat's chained up tight, hold on.


Very funny. You can <i>make</i> a donation to the refugees or you can leave.


But we drew the ire of Auntie Ethel and she sent this redcap, among other evils, to kill us. Is it true, then? Is the witch dead?


I'm sure, but that's his business. Now, is there something you want? I'm a busy man.


Huh. Where's Karlach?


It's transformed? What's this trickery?


Cutting to the chase.


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


Not for his wit or wisdom - he'll just make an excellent shield if we're attacked.


I don't think so? But I suppose I'll know better once we hit the road.


Victory v4


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Someone - or some<i>thing</i> - has been digging here...


Thou necrotic stump!


Caveat incantator!


There's worse ways to travel, I guess.


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


Can't. Caught fleas from the bloody worgs.


You MONSTER. The deal is off!


Yet another staggering display of incompetence.


He risked everything for those refugees. Doesn't make sense for one of them to kill him.


You're lying. You're protecting it. I knew it - the parasite has burrowed deeper than I thought. It already owns you.


Quiet type, eh? Good. Keep outta trouble, or you <i>and </i>Saz'll get it.


Teeth sharp, claws out!


I hope that lot burn in whatever hell they're destined for.


Lorroakan keeps his treasures well warded. Cut off the power to the wards, and these trinkets would be there for the taking...


Never fear.


While I'm adept at <i>most </i>forms of Weave manipulation, druidic magic is not my area of expertise. He will make for a most useful option to have in reserve.


Boo will do the honours.


I don't make a habit of questioning the Absolute. Now quiet.


*Apologies, but the 'Stern Librarian' is away. Upon her return, she expects clients on their knees, a list of their transgressions ready.*


Te exsecror!<br>v2


We've found it. The Absolute is behind this door.


That's far enough. What's your business down here? Answer honestly, and maybe we'll kill you clean.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


An unexpected servant. Your will is strong.


Hardly a challenge. Your little ploy gave him an excuse to cross-check lots of paperwork - enough to keep him happy for <i>months</i>.


Are those... specks of adamantine in this slag?


Animal tracks. Looks like they jumped down.


To beds and hearths! To dirty pubs and dwarven ale!


That was tough, this can't have been used in a while.


Once I bring the Crown of Karsus to her, I can put everything right. The orb too. I'll be myself again - for all that's worth.


A terrible fate, to be trapped here so long.


She got away? Oh, thank the gods. Thank you. I was sure the curse...


Listen!


The drow's tadpole was dormant, not dead. It didn't transform, but that's not to say it wouldn't have.


I know that name - it was in a courier's note. Something about 'settling matters' with Nine-Fingers.


A debt repaid. You returned my life unto me. Now go and claim your own.


I don't recognise these plants. Wonder what planes they were snatched from.


I can reveal to you that I opened a portal for Lord Gortash.


I hope your goddess is pleased.


*The only one capable of wielding it, and ushering in a new world. It cannot come a moment too soon.*


Well, getting out of here, for a start.


So please - go, and enjoy the festivities. Anticipation will only make our reunion the sweeter.


A thrilling read. Gave me goosepimples.


That  shapeshifters' key unlocked the door! Interesting.<br>


Hmm. All right, then. Hopefully there's no more interludes before daybreak.


A 'tribute' to the Bhaalspawn of ages past. This is Amelyssan - and the five spawn she tricked into dying for her cause. It didn't help her, in the end.


*The pain deepens as you take in the world around you.*


Yul... son of Gara...


A mirror that reflects nothing is bad enough, but this one feels hungry...


Anyone for the leeks?


I won't accept that. You cannot be so desperate as to believe the only answer is destruction.


That festering inadequate bound my blades when we first conspired. His crimson is not mine to spill. It must be you.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


*Useless. The pain grips tight, sapping all composure out of you...*


These weapons look obsolete even by this plane's humble standards.


Come, Voss - I need you!


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 4


No... No. Don't look. Mustn'tlook. Mustn'tsee.


Love to be taken for granted.


Effort v3


Open the Prism. I trust Gith's heir over a wretched <i>ghaik</i>.


Not now, perhaps.


Now, your reward for giving me such a present. I will tell you one and only one of Raphael's dirty secrets.


Resarcio!


Ut ventus!<br>v3


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


Hey! for the pub - Ho! for the pub - We'll soon be stinkin' drunk!


DisagreeClosed<br>var 3


Lae'zel was a formidable addition to our party. Our odds without her are diminished.


Malar's mark - what is that?


Ira!


Wyvern Whiskey, from Nimbral. Only the guild in Waterdeep imports this, I believe...


Te occludo oculos!


A Flaming Fist - face bludgeoned. Someone must've had it out for her.


So it is accomplished. The first step.


<i>Remove us from this body - from this case free us. Please!</i>


Do you know him?


Obedi me!<br>v3


<i>What are you waiting for?</i>


Why, you can't call something <i>food</i> if it doesn't smell good - cooking is an art, petal.


Hmm. It won't move.


They didn't deserve this - no one does. Yet another reason to kill the brain.


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


Gods, what happened to his head?


Alternatives are slow to present themselves... yet we must hold out hope.


Ah, my good fellow!


You had my attention, now you have my fury.


CHASE. THAT. <i>CHICKEN!</i>


You... liked me?! Happy day!


I will see it done, father. You have my word.


Pipe down!


Dying Burning<br>v5


*<i>'Where bibberbang blows, noblestalk grows...'</i> The dwarf was harvesting valuable noblestalk amongst these explosive bibberbang mushrooms.*


Shadowheart's old hideaway, by the look of it.


Argh - didn't work.<br>


Not a step closer, Marcus. I'm warning you.


Fair enough.


No use digging with my bare hands...


Hm! A chest of transformation.<br>


All this fear of an inquisitor. He'd better be worth it.