She's coming. Oh please, please - don't let her take me!


The Orphic Hammer may be the key to our survival. I for one would be glad to avoid complete ceremorphosis.


Too trusting for her own good. Dame Aylin's Lorroakan's for the taking now.


It's Danis. He's gone.


Funny how these things go.<br>


With a flick of the wrist.


And will be again. But now I shall mutter them under my breath, out of respect.


The Flaming Fist - I felt it. Something wrong. But betrayal? A surprise.


Here it comes.


A liar AND a thug. It's time someone beat some bloody respect into you.


Jaheira's wisdom is plain to see. She understands that to truly serve nature, you must one day surrender your body back to it.


Get away. AWAY.


Gather 'round for the show! Sit down if you're in front.


She can join the club.


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


Pay attention.


Thulla. Somehow, you look worse than last I saw you.


*A cracked wooden mask with female features, in the Rashemi style.*


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


I will rise - again!


Ready to figure out what's goin' on with those shadows in your head?


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


Let the Oak Father's strength flow through you.


I see the Blade's goodwill has limits. Far be it from me to stretch them.


*You don't have much time for reflection now, you need to act.*


That was most of them - time to press on.


Well done - now we've got to move. I know a safe place - give me your map.


Attack<br>var 4


Parliament stands ready to work with the next guildmaster. If that... is you?


What was... hm. Never mind.


Interesting. This could be help or hindrance - we shall have to see.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Forgive the welcome, but we're being hunted by a hag - the vicious Ethel herself. We feared you her minion. She's already hexed one of us - and any of us could be next.


A pity. For Baldur's Gate may need Orin's counterpart if is to survive this crisis.


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


Your search is concluded. The Nightsinger may inflict pain upon you, but never her will.


*Someone's been casting some very unpleasant spells around here. It seems you appear <i>just</i> the type.*


*A list of politely-phrased advisories from the Fellowship of Financiers.*


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


Those bastards are tough. I won't let that happen again. But I <i>will </i>stick something sharp in Gortash's heart the second it's safe to do so.


They're not animals. They're vermin. They're a source of diseases and infections and they're ruining my stock!


Somebody stop them!


Begone, pox-faced loon.


<i>Stand clear of the cargo!</i>


Don't make me use my magic - not even I know what will happen.


Is she coming back?


Like a mosquito nibbling at a dragon. Begone.


A couple turns should do it.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 3


Meerna... by the gods...


Movement on the roofs. I sense a classic ambush in the making.


He hid from the Hells' forces - but they still got to him.


Nothing but trouble.


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


Is that Volo?


<i>Pleasure</i> doing business with you.


*Try as you might, you can't intuit the price of bearing the monk's madness.*


I've got <i>plans</i> for you, lass.


We're pushing them back. The Moonmaiden's with us.


Selûnite drivel. Must be connected with that chest - it bears the same symbol.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


I'm so tired. How do people do this all day?


<i>Safe if she stays. Safe if we go.</i>


As soon as my head's clear, I'm heading back to Baldur's Gate to finish this.


Oi! That stuff ain't for you!


Veterans of the Hells - to arms!


But as special as you are, you shouldn't be swanning around here, acting as if free will is yours again.


But it is not you I wish to speak with.


Another mention of the Adamantine Forge. All that remains is to reach it.


And <i>that </i>sounds like the wine drowning your wits.


Of course Ethel is involved in this mess. Question is, where has she got to now?


Aridissimus!


<i>Rawr</i>


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


My energy's draining. The shadows are taking their toll.


I am coming, my love.


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


*A valiant but misguided attempt. You will leave this area now.*


Hidden.


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


A river? <i>Damn it.</i> This way?


Look there, on the wall. Something's not right with that sigil.


Disrespect...


Sorry, I've just felt so distracted recently. Such fog coursing through my brain.


Phew. I was hoping you'd say that. To tell you the truth, I don't actually like hurting people very much. Or getting hurt.


No.


More of Orin's doppelgangers. How many has she brought to Bhaal's side, I wonder?


*You feel a whisper of thanks as the door's prisoner fades away.*


*Walker, you are blessed by Mielikki, and even here among the stones of the city you smell the fragrance of the forest and feel moss beneath your feet.*


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


Interesting bottle. Looks expensive.<br>


Won't leave you.


Fuckin' shameful.


Oi, what?!


Rath. I'm sorry. So sorry...


The door's covered in - well, some sort of magic.


But Dad...


Gnolls and goblins marked on the map. Travel won't be easy.


Continue as you have, Karlach, and you will achieve the same.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 3


You're talking to the wrong hunter. You need to see Ulma.


Oh, my love. Did you think it was me? I'm a halfling, you great furry fool.


*You should have known. You should always have known.*


No. It can't be. I believed you - I believed <i>everything</i>.


I wonder if this was brewed with my barley?


I mean it, this is what I want. And it's the smart move.


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


<i>Now I just need to figure out who 'they' are...</i>


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


If Nightsong's fury against Ketheric runs as deep as it seems, she will make a fierce ally indeed.


Here goes nothing.


You choose death? What a terrible pity.


I told them I'll get the money in time. Not my fault they're charging triple. 'Danger money' my arse.


Effort v4


Yes. I will. Forgive me.


They took her back to the temple. Can hear their bloody caterwauling from here.


Beshaba's black bones, I'm too late. You - where's Zevlor?


By all means, go and enjoy yourself.


I'm freezing...


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


*As you jolt awake, too many questions plague you.*


We have the hammer - we can free Orpheus.


Where's Jaheira?


No, Jen. That's what <i>they </i>called you - forced on you.


Of course, Disciple. As always.


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


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


Watch it!


Desperation is the obverse of wisdom. Zevlor was always destined to fail his people - and to fail us.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


Closed Mouth Effort v7


I'd pray that she'll be in a forgiving mood, if she weren't the one I'd be praying to.


Enough play, Stone Lord. The Absolute has other plans for this one.


Hold on! I'm coming.


The mirror we saw before devours memories. I have a few I would gladly part with.


I'm talking.


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


Wretched thing, pull yourself together.


Dodge
v2


You're faking at being a drow? In the Underdark? I'm not sure if that's genius or suicide.<br>


All these tracks - enough for an army. They must be on the march.


What has he put in my pockets?! I felt something there.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Stop that.


I don't know who you are, but all I can say is thank you. If you ever have children, you'll understand what you've done for us.


The githyanki from the mind flayer ship. A shame he didn't survive.


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


Music from the heavens...


Yes, I remember your friend. And how he was left trudging around a swamp.


These chests are empty...


Thou art saucy as gruel.


That looks painful.


Another trick up my sleeve.


Snore
zzZzz


Thou quivering plague rat!


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


Well met - and call on me if you find a fix for this affliction of ours. Might even join you once that devil's met my blade.


*Could this truly be the crown you saw on the brain, surging with corrupted Netherese magic? If it is indeed Karsus' fabled creation, what else could it be capable of?*


Away, you pox'd nun!


Quod dico face!<br>v2


Effort v10


And we've never seen a murderer quite like Lady Orin before. No one has.


Piss-addled pontificator.


A dead drow. Hardly a welcoming sight.


This cowl's definitely enchanted. Gale could use this.


Dissera!


What am I going to do? She's all I had.


That's it, then. I can't jump any further.


Attention!


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


Oh, I can do interesting. It's everything else that worries me.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


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


True warriors among the city's Flaming Fist seem exceedingly rare. The worst are mere rats scurrying about their warren.


Let's keep you safe.


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


That sounds perfect.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Dying Burning<br>v6


Wondrous. My wife will be most pleased.


*Attention! Donations desperately needed for refugees. Every copper helps!*


Gortash stole the Crown of Karsus. Pissed off Mephistopheles, but rather intrigued another devil by the name Raphael.


True Soul. You have seen these goblins at work, have you not? What say you?


So I turn to the scion of Bhaal. You are his dear Sovereign - he created you to rule.


I'm telling you, I saw it. Out by the chain, the whole surface of Grey Harbour was boiling!


Get up! Let's dance. <br>


Here goes nothing.<br>


One day, I'll catch a break.


I think not. The gods are more fickle than the fools who follow them.


I wanted him back - back the way he was. Not <i>this</i>.


Going into hiding.


*Hiss!* BAAAA.


Mors animae!


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


Wuargh! You're a bit of a big'un aren't ya? Pleased to make your acquaintance, my scaly liege. Er... buy buy buy?


The master was slain within his own house.


I waited for my chance, and did what was necessary to survive. And perhaps a few things that were less than necessary.


Away, you pox'd nun!


Nope. Maybe it turns on somewhere else.


Sigh!


No harm in a little conversation.


Laughter Maniacal


Then you'll be a long time standing.


May Helm help us drive the Absolute from the Coast.


We challenged the gods to get those Netherstones. Hold onto them tight.


*You feel nothing. But of course, Lady Shar is no crass teacher, bludgeoning you with her instructions.*


Thank the gods. Thought I was going to have to take your head.


Your connection to the Absolute is strong... but do not think it will protect you if you cross me.


No! Mercy!


I'm sorry, Bex. I'm so sorry.


Dead. They're only good for kindling now.


You're more feeble than a goblin.


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


Well hello.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


Continue to indulge your curiosity in the pursuit of new power, and I might deign to remember it.


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


The matter of the Traitor Voss, perhaps? If you meant to frustrate me, congratulations on your pathetic victory.


Selûnite graves. They were no match for Shar's dark forces.


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


Eat it.


*Trust your secrets to the night.*


My friend, you make me look like the very picture of sanity.


Very well. Once I begin the ritual, a portal to the Shadowfell will open - one that will help me save Thaniel. Whatever happens - <i>I must go alone.</i>


Necklace has a Harper sigil. Why were they here?


Then I need to find an infernal mechanic - and quickly. I'm hanging on, but just by my fingertips.


A shame they've wilted, these must have cost a fortune.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


At least the cub has a fighting chance now.


That haunts me more than anything they did to me.


The stolen boots will do nicely as proof. A drow such as yerself could name his prize then, I reckon.


An earthquake, perhaps - strong enough to rouse the dead, too.


'Let's be allies,' said the viper to the frog.


The Inquisitor will be waiting. We must hurry.


Just give the word, and I will kill the clown. We would be praised as heroes.


Well, this seems like a lovely little spot. The sense of impending doom aside.


Voco araneae!<br>v2


Praise the Absolute.


We stand ready to help you, as you helped us.


Some sort of magic blocking the way.


Open up.


What shall it be?


I can't be expected to remember every little morsel. But I digress, <i>trespasser</i>.


I can feel the poison clearing - I'm cured!


For now, I'm terribly glad you're all right. If I'd lost you to a giant brain, the irony would have been intolerable.


Silvanus forgive me.


There is no shame in tears. Only in everything else about you.


What? Who'd put explosives in <i>toys</i>?


Attack Critical<br>


<i>Such a task would be tantamount to suicide. And for what? The devil has nothing that you need.</i>


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 1


Mea furia. Kneel for me.


Either go to Raphael and hear him out, or tell Voss you've failed your own people.


You'll get him back. I owe him a kicking for showing Fig how to throw hatchets.


That disc looks like it can move - but where does it lead?


Nulla salus!<br>v2


What do you suggest? I've never known him to respond to anything else.


Damn it, what are these chains made of?


Better pick my next target wisely.


Timmask and torchstalks. Hell of a combination.


Quite the security measures here. This relic must be potent. <br>


I can't see any way to disarm it.


Scorched ground - better watch out.


The texts are enciphered, but there's a Commonspeech translation beneath, carved in a different hand.


Vos curo!<br>v2


Invoco te


Not how I wanted you to open your heart.


I wish I could. But most of our funds rested with our leader, Wulbren. He'll be in Moonrise Towers by now.


Jara, what's going on? Who's this woman?


Whatever your business, I'd see to it quickly - the druids are forcing everyone out.


*You are met with a hostile stare. Not only are you a trespasser, but an outcast who spurned the Nightsinger's embrace. You shall be dealt with.*


AH! Nearly had it!


You must have <i>some </i>strategy in mind?


...can I come?


Astarion was a powerful ally. It was foolish to sacrifice him for the favour of the craven Gur.


Fresh corpses. This was no mere cave-in.


Hm. Next time's the charm?


Only a fool would resist such power.


Fulgur!


I... see? Sweet that you care enough to murder me. Mind if you don't?


Macte virtute!<br>v3


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


Are you sure? Holding back is not in my nature, but I would not wish to alarm you, or harm you.


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


Leads to Athkatla, the City of Coin. Raphael certainly gets around.


Yeah, yeah. But make another peep, and I'll clobber you.


I'll see if we can find you a dagger, child.


I dealt with her.


Attack<br>var 4


He did not fail. He carved the bedrock on which I will erect Bhaal's cathedral.


Maledicte es!<br>v2


These fungal spores are everywhere.


Stop, or die.


SurpriseOh<br>var 1


...I do not. The <i>ghaik</i> have been warping flesh for millennia - who knows what damage they can undo.


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


Veterans of the Hells - to arms!


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


Hostium munera!<br>v2


They run a tight ship. Must be a horrible place to grow up.


Yeah. I'm touched.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


Pulso!


No, unless you count these monsters.


The relief crew was due hours past. Your tardiness will be noted, Dread Sister.


Lux in tenebra!


Ah, the True Soul who so impressed Dror Ragzlin.


You have my attention.


Trust me, I did us a favour.


*...Memories of your father casting you, his Hells-touched son, out of your beloved city.*


Useless without sussur bark.


Oof, that must have hurt.


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


<i>AHAHAHAHA!</i>


I've Heard of her - and everyone knows the Guild. They're not bad if you know how to work 'em.


Please sir... wake up.


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


First Druid, and now last druid. Thanks to us.


Death won't take me yet.


Not a new companion, but an old one - and a loyal one.


Some sort of temple? Looks abandoned.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


A map to the crèche - as if I'd forgotten my duty. It seems, however, that you <i>have</i>.


On your way.


But it's not over - so long as a single parasitic Gondian remains, Baldur's Gate is under threat.


You were <i>zhak vo'n'ash duj </i>- source of my bruises. The wounds you inflicted will heal. But they will leave behind scars.


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


Falling<br>Var 3


He was always joking. Said it was good for morale, but he just liked seeing people laugh.


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


Father, are you watching?


New sounds through damp and dark oppression break / Is it the foe, that foul, contemptuous heel?


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


They'll write stories of this, of course - each fable sprouting more falsehoods than the last. But for that one seed of truth: you. You did this.<br>


Hurt


Dog? Dog! Fetch the ball. Fetch the - nevermind, I'll get it.


Go on if you want. But I can't.


Heh. Lady Rabies.


Simple.


This is a Harper rune. There must be a stockpile nearby.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Green blouse, brown hair - that must be Miri.


I've been tempted, but wouldn't want to damage my reputation by selling on such rubbish wares.


It's ready to go. Time to get to work.


Can it! I know something Ragzlin will want to hear.


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


Enter the Dread Lord's abattoir, and submit to his will.


Maybe.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 2


Dying Burning<br>v3


I almost preferred it when we were worried we might transform at any moment.


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


It's nice to see heroes are as awful as the rest of us.


This is the first chance I've had to decipher my scars. Be a dear, don't get in my way.


True. Perhaps my notions leaned too optimistic. I would not wish Karsus' past to become my future. Not while I have you.


A stream of pure, undiluted Weave. I only have to reach out, and it will carry me to Mystra, wherever she may be.


I was glad to see Rugan, until he told me he lost the shipment.


It better be around here somewhere.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!


Not that you care.


Combat Vocals - Agressive movement
ggggrrrghhh..
v4


Tread carefully now.


C'mon, isn't there something you hate for no good reason?


But... never before to make him feel so sad. Minsc and Boo... they can only pity you, cleric. For now.


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


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


*This debtor has realised you're not on Raphael's guestlist, and he's about to raise the alarm.*


Victory v2


Resisto acidum!


Wonderful. Stand yourself just there and -


A Selûne prayer book. Hmm, well she didn't answer any prayers from this place.


Thank you for giving us this choice. For giving us a chance to see them one last time.


So eager to feel me drain its life away. Dull wits, dull blade. You are not yet ready.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


So. We weren't the only ones.


Hello, yer high and mightiness. Welcome to Bogrot.


I learned how to inflict pain here, for Lady Shar. I can't remember the faces... but I think I can still hear the screams.


What <i>we </i>wanted, my friend - the dead Gondians who litter the streets are as much your kills as they are mine.


Where are we? Ah, we're in trouble. Time to get out of it.


Ignis!


A century... you're Halsin. Thaniel said to find you. You must help him - <i>please.</i>


The map shows tunnels beneath a temple. The name 'Father Lorgan' is scrawled alongside them.


You... you really think the master would kill us?


Extende!


Still warm to the touch.


Effort v9


Just a peek.


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


What? That drow think I can't do my job? Go on, let's see how hard you can make 'im scream.


Citius!


That's what Zevlor said, too. I hope you're right.


But you have to. Don't you understand? You could kill us all!


Must have belonged to Lenore's dog.


This is it. I can practically taste his blood from here.


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


It would be my pleasure - truly! Once I'm freed I'll help you duly.


Of course not!


I know. But you only live once, and if you never throw your dart, you'll never hit the bull's eye.


You're needed in battle.


This is a legitimate shipment of ale bound for the Blushing Mermaid here.


*There is the slightest flicker of acknowledgement in his eyes.*


Hopefully we'll be rid of this parasite before we even need to think in that direction.


I respect your candour, but I really don't want to upset my good friend Zenovia - or her lovely Rats.


Cave circulum!<br>v2


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


With the state of these bodies, not even a priest could help them now.


Effort v12


*The pain is too great. The visions flicker but refuse to come into focus.*


Tormentum!


You should crush that drow's skull for what he's done to us. Wouldn't dream of standing in your way.


Didya see? Someone kicked Crusher's arse! Crusher!


It isn't half bad, is it? And this lot? <i>Very </i>generous tippers.


We've already found something of sufficient potency. Please - give it to me.


Father.


Embrace it!


The clause holds, Wyll. Don't tug on my leash, and you'll be stalking only the wickedest prey.


My, my. The tome on flumphs hid truer words behind its impostor ones. What a clever feat of magic.


No chance.


Curious vault - must be protecting something awfully valuable...<br>


Ambiguity does not come naturally to you, does it Lae'zel? Your life must be far simpler for it.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


I sense magic. This book's not what it appears.


When the ballads are composed and the history books are written, they'll commemorate your battle across the High Hall.


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


You are nothing but another parasite to be crushed. <i>Hta'zith!</i>


Plue!


Reckon it's worth anything, boss?


It seems loyalty only stretches so far in this forsaken place.


*His thoughts seek yours, searching, grasping. Your parasite squirms in recognition.*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Yeah! I mean, yea, verily, <i>behold </i>and stuff! Just like Astoundo the Greater says!


Splendid crossbow, quite refined. No duergar clan made this.


In time, I believe we may be together.


Have you forgotten yourself? Unless we escape - unless we are <i>cleansed</i> - our bodies and minds will be tainted and twisted.


Lunkbug, shush. Don't mind him, sir - just telling stories. We'll have True Soul Nere out in no time.


There is nothing I'd like more.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


We're not wandering these wilds looking for stimulating conversations. Of course my knife was ready.


--gather-
     -prepare--
        ---become----


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


Unless you've got useful information, leave me to my work. Duke Stelmane's dead - and I've got to find who killed her.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


To jump to action without evidence is hardly becoming of the Society of Brilliance.


Horribilissimus!


Crusty rogue.


Venenum!


Then I'm in your debt - or will be, once I see him <i>and</i> his cargo.


I've never seen such a concentration of shadow magic. We must forge on, but <i>carefully</i>. It will corrupt any who lack the power to control it.


VO_SFX : Downed v4


Breathe quiet, move with care.


A fake devil head? A lot of effort for a piece of window dressing.


There's not much money in retribution, true...


Inscrutable markings.


Thank you. Your claws hit like a kiss.


Canto te!<br>v2


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


<i>Kainyank.</i>


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 3


I suggest you find yours before dealing with the lady of this house.


You were to come of age that night - left alone in the woods, and using only Selûne's guidance to find your way back to us.


So your heart belongs eternally to the shadows after all.


Gods, this oil bloody stinks.<br>


I could feel guilty, happy in the knowledge there was nothing I could have done differently. I could never have saved them.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Turn away, citizen. The penalties for trespass are severe.


Indubitably.


BreathRecovery<br>var 2


Indeed - I must still figure out its intricacies, but I am close.


Ah! Damn it!


...whole outpost... but you don't steal... from Zhentarim...


Do you know - I fear he would be just as happy to meet you.


Damn shade. Looks like I need to give this another go.


Attack Critical<br>var2


*The elemental stares back. It is not an invitation.*


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Although the more I think on it, the hungrier I get. I'd better go find something I can actually get my teeth into.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Oh.


Can't you see the inn is burning?!  Help or get out of the way!


Stop wasting time.


A duke I'm soon to be - but the Blade's heart is never far from the frontiers.


<i>Submission. In Her name. </i>


Well, I don't find you entertaining in the least.


Cave circulum!<br>v3


I know you can, sister. You know just how much the Hells can hurt.


Let's have a look at myself...


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


The crucible's full.


Possibly the most spectacular one ever conceived, but essentially, yes.


From this angle, there's nothing you can't endure.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


By all appearances, yes - when I look at her, I see the Kagha I once knew.


Then he should say sorry - all I did was tell him he shouldn't drink anymore.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


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


Your words are her command. She grants you the power to enforce her will.


*The device is an ingenious synthesis of illithid anatomy and metal alloys. It hums with psionic energy, hinting at paths into unknown minds and unseen planes.*


This gal's tryin' to poison us! Kill her!


Blessed to see many live. Cursed to see many die.


Please don't start crying again - then <i>I'll </i>cry.


I'm not going to pet you, Tara - don't worry. Though I really, really want to...


Ooft! I had heard of Milord's indisposition, but I had hoped the rumours were untrue.


Hm. Seems like the best way.


<i>And </i>it makes funny noises.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


NO. I PAY IT BACK!


Hidden entrance... Wyrm's Rock Prison... spark the torches...


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


You first. I find that sleep escapes me, so I might as well take the watch.


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


Good. Clear off, then. I'm busy.


What will we wear while we're washing them? We only got away with what we have on.


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


What is this liquid?


Sacrificial blood. Of course - Shar would demand no less.<br>


Of course. What else are friends for?


We'll, eh... we'll be on our way, sir. Do as you like with the pipsqueak...


Fake coins - hardly convincing.


Lorgan's in the room behind us, with Sister Rose. Brilgor's buried out back, through the kitchen and the dormitories.


Go on, into the <i>zaith'isk</i>. I will follow.


So Shar - and who knows what other gods - fight over the Prism like brats over boiled sweets. And it is the mortal realms that suffer.


The battle is not won yet.


You do know that Uncle Felogyr's not actually here, don't you?


Then it should be remarkably easy for you to obtain the correct permissions. See to that, and I will be out of your way.


Hope this ends well.<br>


Lora... tracker... hunter...


I mean no disrespect, but I really think these Flaming Fists are out of line.


Another Bhaalspawn, buried by our hand. Bhaal should learn better than to send his offspring against us - they might as well be babes, dropped bare-bottom into the Rashemen winter.


Look at this place. The evidence is clear enough.


Now you done it.


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


When we get to Waterdeep, we'll search in my library. It's bound to contain the odd scroll on hellish thermodynamics. Or a spell that might diffuse the heat in such a way that -


Bah, the reaction failed. Perhaps I can pawn it off as a luck potion.


No more slaving away in a kitchen to pay off some overblown booze tab. Think I'll have a drink to celebrate - sure, we both deserve it, eh?


This is gonna be a rush.


Stay out of my head!


Ale me!<br>v2


We'll all be free yet. The Ironhands always find a way.


Need a little boost?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Te absolvo!<br>v3


Karlach - <i>no.</i> You will be well. Boo says you have many more battles to fight yet.


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


Shadowheart's parents are at peace. And so's she, it seems.


A crack in its defences! Now we can destroy its true self.


I am Blaze Liara Portyr - and Baldur's Gate is under <i>my </i>protection.


You're hungry for pleasures beyond this plane. Something more satisfying than mortal flesh, blood, and bone.


Some prayers are answered more quickly than others. Let's continue.


If we can find it, perhaps we can use it to destroy Ketheric.


I tried to take him some food, but I couldn't cross the threshold. It was as though the house itself didn't want me up there.


A commemoration of battles long past. Like the town itself.


Wouldn't want that to scar.


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


Nah, they're lying - that big lump's nowhere <i>near</i> old enough.


Always need a new dose of misery.


Thus, one would halve the work, of murdering to the top. They would never consider that another remained yet with a claim upon their title. You didn't even think of it when we spoke earlier.


<i>Tnak</i>, you're right. Whoever did this could be anywhere by now.


Es praedae mei!


I don't know about that, chum. Hoots' Hooch packs a stronger wallop than all ten of my knuckles.


Gods... We made it! We actually <i>made it</i>!


Over here...


AHA! Thindo Vintervur lives to see ANOTHER day!


IT'S ONLY FUN WHEN FORK DOES THE FISTING.


*You were seen interfering with a trap. This guard is ready to teach you what happens to prisoners who do that...*


Ubi es?


Hurt


No harm. Every army needs grunts to run in and die first. Even the Absolute's.


He's gone. Well - he was always good for a laugh.


Time to kill the hag - permanently.


A key - for what?


What a world.


We've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire?


Hardly worth the effort.


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


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


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


Hey, isn't that Gale's tressym friend?<br>


Curious - what are those marks there?


Buff


<i>Stalker of Gehenna's wastes... Take our zeal, take our blood! </i>


Like most things in life. My thanks to your team. You work well together.


Knock yourself out. But don't come begging for coin if you find him.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


In Bhaal's name.


Heretic... filth...


Shadow Druids? This Kagha is <i>not</i> to be trusted.


Your flesh will mend.


*Bea Gardenson. Gave her life protecting fellow refugees. May the One Who Endures shelter her.*


*This could be the answer to your prayers. A gift unlike any your goddess has been willing to give.*


Dying Burning<br>v6


So falls the dragon Ansur.


Just as I was getting bored - our Lord sends us a little <i>diversion.</i>


Little farther still.


Though born of a vile source, these powers can be used for good or ill.


I'd rather go into battle bare of ass.


Yes, dear Lady Esther. One of our most reliable contractors, though unfortunately this particular request was too much even for her.


From darkness into light. From oblivion back into her father's arms.


Voco flagella!


Let it set the path before you. Or do not, and see Baldur's Gate burn to ash.


Not as much as I'd like, mind, but I'm done chasing baubles for shitey wizards.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


You can leave your valuables with me if you like.


Nice speech, but take it elsewhere.


I has lots of treatos! And magics. And junks I finds. Don't worry - I only takes junks from dead people. I is nice.


Reverence.


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


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


*As you approach Minthara, you feel her mind reaching out to yours, tentative and curious. Then it retreats, soft as a whisper.*


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


Your request has been previously denied due to INSUFFICIENT INTIMIDATION.


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


Didn't know standing in the street was a crime.


Our bones should ache, our mouths should bleed.


That's locked for a reason. Let's not disturb it.


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


If Mystra can't think of another way to stop the Absolute than sacrificing Gale, she's no god worth worshipping. I'll say that to Gale - in, you know, gentle terms.


He would want this. I'm certain of it. Though I'm also certain I'd like to wring Mizora's neck for what she's put you through.


<i>Drugh. </i>Should'a told you to piss off when I had the chance.


Dying Burning<br>v4


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


Sounds like someone's in pain. Beneath the windmill, if my ears don't betray me.


At once.


I'll keep him out of trouble - but know that when the time to face the Absolute comes, I <i>will</i> be there.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Florrick, where in the hells are you?


*Your blood runs quicker, feeding the gnawing absence at the centre of your mind.*


You should be more careful.


But I care. And I won't drink myself into a stupor to change that.


<i>Transcendence...</i>


You could use this.


Surprise!<br>


Come. You can keep going.


Don't waste a step.


Someone's killing us off - battle stations!


Why are all the buildings on this plane so broken? What do they do with them?


What Shadowheart did for her parents was a profound act of love. Her courage is... well, it's quite something to behold.


Placing a crèche somewhere so unassuming could be strategic.


*The statue offers a mute stare, and nothing more. Any secret it guards will remain secret.*


A new type of smokepowder. All the bang and boom of the original, but with an extra surprise. Guaranteed to end any and all arguments or protestations.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


VO_SFX : Initial Downed<br>


Effort v3


*The inscription reads: 'Fresh supplies for the Steel Watch, courtesy of Necromancer Balthazar'.*


Lux in tenebra!


Call me Mizora. I'm Wyll's patron, the fount of his power. Your warlock friend is my puppy -


Even a wet rag like Zevlor deserved a better death than that.


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


Silence now, creature. Or I will silence you forever.


Quite the welcome.


Better pick my next target wisely.


I can't forge a weapon without starting a fire.


Absolute... is forever. She'll punish...


Impero te!


An example must be set.


Voco potentia!<br>v2


I bet they're close. Watching us.


I'm sure have some suede lying around here.


Umbrae!


*Something stirs behind the corpse's eye - something alive. It breaks to the surface, plops to the ground, and quickly squirms away.*


I love you, more than I've ever loved anyone, mortal or immortal. And you've proven your love for me in more ways than even the greatest mathematicians would dare to count.


<i>Did you not hear me? I said TURN BACK. </i>


Better be careful around it.


... some... killer... looked a lot like you...


Attack Critical<br>


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


Worry not, my friend.


Some of us don't have time to faff about.


I hope they stitched up the pieces before they sent the body to the family. If they could find them all, that is.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Play something! Something fun!


Jacob, you mess up that pivot one more time, and I <i>will </i>put you back in the ground. Not now, darling.


Even fire is swallowed in this darkness.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Aresce!


I admire your ambition - and your belief in your own stamina - but Karlach deserves to have you to herself. And perhaps there's yet someone out there for me...


*You are helpless as it explores your very being. It knows the secrets of your false heart.*<br>


Effort v10


Y-you're... you're right! But now you've to do the other hand...


Let nature conceal me.


Kagha - even her name tastes sour.


Et alibi!


Such splendour... how did I live without it?


Yes. All that is true. I am cold as the Sea of Night -


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


Fiat lux!<br>v3


No! <i>No! </i>STOP! Gods above, you're going to destroy it!


I wouldn't reject it outright. Why refuse an advantage, when so much is at stake?


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


Vita excolatur!


Run Peace<br>v4


And now that I'm gone... I don't know. I pity the other six...


To insult me is to insult Her Majesty. It is to mock the Absolute!


Shall I lace your boots for you as well?


Lia spoke fondly of you. She'd be glad to know you stuck around.


A key - it might open the tollhouse vault.


No. The druids are too powerful - we can't stand against them all.


Please. I prefer my art to be a little less... shit.


Let's talk.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death


Extra Recovered <br>V4


<i>Bloody boohyahg </i>- ha! Someone's got there first. And you ain't learned your lesson?


He's gone, I can feel it.


*The slate also reveals the githyanki's purpose: they are combing the Sword Coast in search of a polyhedric relic of great importance to their queen.*


I can't help but feel partly responsible. Perhaps there's something more I can do...


You gonna just leave him in there to choke? <i>Shit.</i>


If you need a pat on the head and a scratch behind the ears, I am sure Minsc will provide. Boo has him well-trained.


This belonged to a merregon - one of Hell's footsoldiers. Their corpses dissolve when they die.


My name is Alfira - I'm a bard. I mean no harm!


Gods! They're nuts. You have to help me.


Agilius!


I feel a presence here - a power. The patron god of this place?


Sniff<br>var 1


Myrkul... Lord of Bones. I am here. I am ready.


Did you bring the lyre?


Don't worry, help's coming.


We should rest these weary bones of ours.


This had better be violent, sexy, or both.


I'm warning ya - go get some spiders. You promised!


Is that it, then? I've killed the bastard who ruined my life, and now I crawl into a corner and die?


Or the strength of heart, to take his hand in friendship afterwards! Though I think this perhaps had something to do with you, yes?


Even so... you served the General well in this matter of the Nightsong. The final judgement should be his.


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


Someone has betrayed our presence here. A spy.


So, tell me what you desire. What can I do for my dearest pet?


This is the first time in two hundred years I've seen these streets in the sunlight.


I have fought many great battles by your side - I long for many more. I hope you reconsider.


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


The city bleeds quicker and quicker. Have more come to seek Bhaal's blessing?


Tonitrus!


<i>Unforgivable.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v3


He's a prick, whoever he prays to.


Heavens forbid. We're all entitled to our secrets.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Treachery! Blasphemers in the dark!


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


*Your body yearns to kill this cleric, more than anything else. You know it, deep down, in your writhing intestines.*


Clausus!


*You realise that the weapon the drow's mind dwells upon is the gith artefact you carry. You cannot let her discover it - no matter what.*


No time for mercy.


*Shadowheart looks distraught - abandoned by her goddess and all former allies. And as for her divine magic...? Admitting who empowers her now may break her spirit for good.*


The person I admired most is dead - gratitude is the last thing I feel.


*You've discovered all you can.*


Ah! My finger.


((*<b>Nere</b>, this one is called. he hunted us - hunt him in turn. bring me his head, and I will know my Circle is safe*))


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


Quite the turnout, don't you think?


No, wait -


The ring changed colour. I wonder why.


<i>Gh'rack</i>. Hook horrors.


Tempora mutantur!


Come then. There are visitors in my Guildhall. I'd be a poor host to keep them waiting!


I don't know, what are you cooking?


I shall see to it.


Flowers, sprouting right into the darkness. How's that possible?


Et alibi!


I just want a little look.


Up!


Without me, you'll need it.


Entry is prohibited, citizen. Vacate the premises immediately.


I don't see one...


Te curo!<br>v3


Well hello. It's nice to see some people are willing to talk, rather than attacking you on sight.


Can there be no better way? The mind flayer may have manipulated us, but let's not let it rob us of each other.


A hidden threat.


Don't worry, I'm coming.


More correspondence from Orin. Perfumed with blood and tears.


But can you really blame them? After Elturel...


If you say so. Just don't expect me to put all my eggs in the same basket.


Falling<br>var 2


<i>The moment its control shattered, I fled before the colony discovered I had defected.</i>


Don't say that.


They must have raided Mephistopheles' vault. Impressive, I must admit.


*You feel Shadowheart's anxiety. The weapon that Voss seeks is the same one the Absolute's followers are hunting - it's the artefact that she carries.*


Here are your new orders.


Have you thought about my offer? We would make potent allies.


Now. Truth. Balsam for wounds. Power is king. Always.


...<i>Agh!</i> Did you feel that? You've got the same thing - in your head...


...Do you know? I took her face - but she died before I could get her name.


*Your studies of Religion don't suffice to tell you more.*


Eiecto te!<br>v2


There's still life left in this old thing.


Somebody stole the idol. If I find out who it was... I'll recruit 'em.


A Flaming Fist, face smashed. She had enemies, clearly.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Shout


My blood sings. Someone is close.


Big bomb be damned, Gale's got everything he needs to defeat the Absolute already: Talent, nerve, and powerful allies at his side.


You will fall by my hand.


*But it'll all be for nothing if you don't find help soon.*


Never thought I'd end up taking in refugees.


I've got you.


You must do more than spare me. You must <i>free </i>me.


It builds mountains and deserts, only to tear them asunder. It fells armies, it conquers kings, queens - even gods.


He'll feel that in the morning.


*C Balderk. Taken by Umberlee's rage. Recovered by Her grace.*


An adamantine forge - the stuff of legends.


Go safely, True Soul.


Let's turn the tables.


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


Always at your side.


At once.<br>


MORE GOLD!


Come on out, Ethel. Jig's up.


I can think of a least one wriggly stowaway who might dispute that...


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


Feck off.


Tuebor!


Can't make anything out. What's down there, I wonder?


Best of luck, boss. You've got some big bad boots to fill.


Victory v3


He's going to kill us?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


And yet you came to my aid.


A fallen warrior. Rest in peace, kin.


*You see a clawed hand open a holding pod - devoid of flesh, only darkness.*


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


Away, away from me!


Hills... near road...


Dying Burning<br>v2


Effort v5


Please no. I'll retch.


Sticking my neck out again.


*Finally, the device makes contact. You feel your spirit unravelling, drawn from you in sinewy threads.*


Effort v6


If that were true, the Selûnite cleric would be standing next to me right this moment. Instead, Disciple Z'rell is dead, and you - you're here, before <i>me</i>, for some unfathomable reason.


Oh gods, what now.


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


Hurry.


The Watcher is super scary but still kind of cool. I bet I couldn't even lift that big sword.


All those campfires - enough for an army. The Absolute's army.<br>


I am never. Sleeping on duty. <i>Again.</i>


Then in mere moments all that you've dreaded will finally come to pass.


You could send an elf to sleep!


Healed - but she doesn't look much happier.


Please, you have to bring him back to us. For your own sake as much as ours.


Do you <i>mind</i>, sickly shadow? You are eating up Minsc's light!


That's... it? She <i>annoyed </i>you? If that was just cause for killing someone, I'd be dead a thousand times over. Tell me the <i>truth</i>.


It's better this way. Trust me.


You can't be! No one can. No matter how straight we stand, how much we smile.


At your command.


To laugh when killing is understandable. To laugh when dying is madness.


I can take what I please.


Effort v8


Lot of grumbling around here. Too much work for too little pay. It'll turn around though, always does.


Don't be. You weren't the one who was supposed to protect her.


Captors here. Why?


It's huge.


I was getting to that, but all right - thank you.


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


Right. Keep at it, then.


Saer, I must remind you that this is a staff-only area. I'm sure you don't wish to impede the staff in their work.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Begone, putrid boil!


It looks like our merchant friend's the one who's been putting explosives in teddy bears.


This is Myrkul's symbol. The Lord of Bones has touched this place.


It should not be far from whatever remains of Gortash.<br>


...And everywhere else, really.


I'll fight to the last.


Very well. I will read it to you.


Mors tua, vita mea!


The chest's clearly worth a lot to the Zhentarim, <i>if </i>it's returned unopened.


By the Exile - what <i>was</i> that?


Excuse me? I was born inside the city walls - a Baldurian through and through!


*As her blood seeps between your lips, you realise something's off. Her blood is rancid, tainted by unnatural experiments.*


If it's to be battle, sooner is better than later. We need to ready ourselves and goad this drow into attacking.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


Tonitrus!


Someone drowned in alcohol. Yeesh.


Seco!


Hunter... warrior... sworn to... the Absolute...


I miss them, those myconid spores. Don't feel quite right without them. Probably shouldn't have inhaled them all so quickly. Eh?


Thank you thank you thank you!


I wish I'd something to give, but times are hard for all of us.


Lae'zel - no!


Looks like that's going to bruise.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


*You watch Kagha closely. If she is moved by your plea, she gives no sign.*


No sense judging someone for who they are. Except devils, obviously.


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


Need to be back at my post.


I'll give it a shot.


<i>Green leaves. Shallow water. Green leaves. Shallow water. </i>


Ain't letting anyone here <i>near</i> me. They all sat and watched while Zevlor near got us killed.


SmileClosed<br>var 3


With you, though - having to wait for someone I wanted so bad. I didn't know I could tolerate so much anticipation.


Argh - didn't work.<br>


Nere's as good as dead without us... let's just hope his whispers don't reach any True Souls.


There's plenty more guarding my people. But I'd say you've made a fine start.


And you've changed too, of course. A... different aesthetic, but with such power.


But Dame Aylin's life is neverending. And she does not forget. Now - I believe Isobel asked a question of you. We will meet you in your camp - is it agreed?


It's packed too tight. I'll need a shovel.


Away, eye-watering stench!


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


Not scared. Not yet. But she's shaken, if she feels the need to intervene directly.


Huh. Where's Shadowheart?


I get that. I didn't do myself any favours getting tossed in this pit anyway.


Until we meet again, mortal. I look forward to fighting alongside you. Vlaakith will tremble at the sound of our roar!


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


More prey.


Why not ask one of the friendly bloodthirsty warriors? I'm sure they'd be happy to translate.


Nothing hurts any more.


That supposed to be a threat?


Soon. Remember the dangers I told you about - there'll be plenty of time to face them.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 2


I do, as a matter of fact. Revenge.


She is trying her <i>very best </i>to kill me. By sending you.


Thou roach-mocked jester.


Please - I need a moment.


I'll breathe easier once we're gone from here.


If Isobel falls, we all die.


Why are you here?


Recovered <br>V4


<i>I don't think we have a lot of time left.</i>


He's locked in a very nasty place - Gortash's secret command centre and prison.


Let the bloody goblins take us. I miss my baby.


Hells. Only a broken mind could create such a sick scene as this.


And while we're at it, we can see how many more of these little worms we can harvest.


High Harper. May Selûne's Tears shine on this meeting.


Admire it? As an overripe fruit ready for plucking, or a fattened calf awaiting the knife, perhaps.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


What a cluster-<i>drugh.</i>


My resplendence honours yours.


Just try not to die.


Best be on my way.


I'd like to team up. Send your leader my way so we can work out the particulars.


Why can't you fetch, puppy? Death is no excuse!


It's been a long day. Better stop to rest soon.


What honours, what riches, will the Undying Queen grant me when I hand her the failed prince?


The future of magic rests on your shoulders, Gale of Waterdeep.


Taken by mind flayers... killed after crash...


I'm touched. But I'm already spoken for.


Voco araneae!<br>v2


It was a vision of the future. Luckily, our queen is here to guide us. She will lead us to victory.


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


Come on - just move!


*A deep, ancient contempt wells within you - to steal a boon from these upstart gods would only be right.*


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


Agh! Damned bloody thing.


They are just like the ones we found in the barn.<br>


Hells, not these again!


Is someone... singing?


A keyword - this'll help us get what we need from the Archive.


Drop the act, hag. You was the last to see Mayrina.


Trying to... help... survivors... flee...


I will cancel the rite and subject myself to the circle for judgement.


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


Closed Mouth Effort v12


The brothers? I guess they didn't find their sister.


Someone who displeased Orin in particular - or a favourite plaything. Little difference.


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


I need to get off this building before that thing explodes!


Boo agrees, you are a queer <i>kind</i> of witch. But this city is a queer place. And Minsc, you may have noticed, is sometimes strange himself.


Do you think I had not considered that? I have no intention of repeating his folly.


The staff is pulsing with magic. Gale would find use for it.


I'll presume that's githyanki for 'yes'. Now let's move.


No! What are you doing?


There's a hole back there, behind the crates.


Gods... not seen action like that in an <i>age</i>. Hope I don't have to again.


I took someone's eye out for spilling my drink in the war camps last night. Don't prove nothing.


Now?


Those mushrooms have a curious symmetry.


We did what we had to do.


Tedious labour does not only suit the dead. Plenty of surface-dwellers are suitable for little else.


A sizeable specimen. I'd have enjoyed slaying it, if not stuffing it.


Not likely. Lord Gortash has been killed, so it's all hands on deck. Punishment duty can wait.


Such oppressive silence. Must be lonesome to be a forgotten god.


*You recognise the words - Gur funeral rites. To hear them is rare: the Gur monster hunters are as formidable as they are secretive.*


That's incredible! In that case, you ought to let me return the favour. My muscle for your aid in my battle against the powers of the arch-bitch.


And Boris, BORIS. Put some <i>sensuality</i> into those lovely hip bones! I know you have it in you. Step. It. Up.


Invoco te


A private word would be nice.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


((*come to the Circle. I will await there*))


The merriment laid before thee is born of trifling jest, wizardry - and whiskey.


Listen up.


Mind flayer script. I shouldn't be able to understand it... and yet I do? Kudos to the tadpole, I suppose.


Do not speak to me or my hamster.


A map of tunnels under the Open Hand Temple. And Father Lorgan's name is scrawled right on it.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


Cazador is dust, and Violet <i>blooms! </i>I shall live as a permanent rebuke to all that monster stood for!


Refreshing.


Goblins ahead!


I will help! It is good to help each other.


(Oh man! Whizbangs!)


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


Free... for now.


Kiai<br>Var 3


Pigeons are very sensitive.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Thanks for lending me your ear, soldier. I'll unbend it now. But I appreciate it.


<i>Lord on the Rack give me patience...</i>


<i>Act upon your disbelief, and you will not even live to regret your actions.</i>


The only thing worse than a pool for tadpoles is an <i>empty </i>pool for tadpoles.


Let's see.


Be there in a blink.


Let's wait until things quieten down. Once the others are asleep, we'll find each other.


You've made a grave mistake.


Everybody knows Duke Stelmane was murdered here, Thauniel.


This 'cure' looks set to kill you - get out!


*This grove is kept by Silvanus' faithful.*


You most certainly will.


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


This is the head... of a clown. Right.<br>


Mizora schemes with Wyll's very freedom. He deserves to know what she is up to.


Look what you did, k'chakhi! Look!


BreathShortOpen<br>var 3


What a terrible idea! Get away!


Yes...


Well now. It seems his rather <i>unique</i> mind made itself useful. Clever of you to see through his cypher.


Waste no more time. Place the artefact in the Planecaster.


You <i>murdered</i> our daughter.


It is not noble, it is necessary. If we do not destroy the cultists, they will destroy everything.


W-what do you w-want with me?


Nope. That's awful. <br>


I'm awake! Mostly.


Yes.


Don't be such a baby, the circus is RIGHT THERE.


Secreti umbrarum!


Boo suspects that this one did not trip and hit his head.


<i>(The only way to gain access to the vault is through my office. And before you ask - no, you are not allowed in there either.)</i>


And next time you're in a killing mood, let me know. I'll point you in the right direction.


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 3


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


Seems we lucked out in keeping the Absolute's voice out of our heads.


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


Huh. What's <i>that</i>?


I doubt a few iron bars are sufficient to hold one of Zariel's.


How would you describe that particular batch of goblins? Size? Nature? Distinguishing qualities?


*The amulet is gone from your possessions. You shall live another day.*


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 3


You want to help? The gnomes, couple cells down, are up to something. And we're in.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Faerûn suffers in darkness. Tyr has abandoned us; Helm's eye has strayed.


That voice... Allow me. I think I'm supposed to do this.


Won't budge.


Who knows! Maybe I can run like this indefinitely. But... maybe not.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


The amateur investigator schtick is cute, but unneeded. We knew that already.


Don't get used to it. One taste of regal power might have you craving more.


We all have our secrets, indeed.


This mirror is ancient - all the way back to the time of Gorothir. Almost like a window to the Shadowfell.


Kled is sorry, so sorry! Kled thought the dragonborn was a <i>friend.</i> What if - what if more redcaps come?


Well I wasn't. Not for a second. But I guess that doesn't mean much, does it.


Thank you. I most certainly will, sir.


<i>Think again. I will not permit your entry.</i>


The highest of their rank are called True Souls. They carry a tadpole just like yours. It is how they receive their orders. It is what makes them <i>obey</i>.


Tell me you feel the same way. Tell me you want what I want. Please.


Thank you.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 1


Death is staring you down. And so you want these last moments to count for something.


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


Out of sight.


What is <i>my </i>name?


Just an old prayer.


What in the Hells?!


Laughter


Oh, hells. Something just woke up...


Effort v3


My wounds are too much to bear.


Go on. Say it. You think I'm a monster.


I see those animals are out of the picture - can we stay now, or are you going to turn on us next?


Won't be shedding any tears for that wench.


<i>Then you will show the symbol granted by the Justice. </i>


Shout


We should hurry to the Inquisitor.


Indeed.


With good reason, it seems.


There is a holy weapon hidden away - the Spear of Night. I have to claim it, then use it to make a sacrifice in Lady Shar's inner sanctum. If I succeed, I'll become a Dark Justiciar.


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


I think they're dragon marks. Better keep an eye out.


Come. Let's make this day count - and all the ones to follow.


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


Huh.


Thanks for letting us do this. I feel... maybe not good. But better.


Human flesh, mutilated and placed on display. Somebody's been enjoying themselves.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


Maybe your people can build a nice little necropolis on the carcass of this Absolute joker.


Did I not just tell you you weren't allowed in here? What are you doing?


Come for more blood, you dog?


Don't let her drag you down with her.


What is it?


Strong... Paralyses...


Pish posh! Allies are a difficult find in the area, my friend. You'll want Volo in your corner, believe you me.


I hear something. Voices.


This is the spot Rugan marked. Doesn't look like much.


Like the shield-bearer and pikeman must train to march their formation in tandem.


Invoco te!<br>v2


Think I found something.


There's no getting past those vines. The ritual was thorough.


I'll take the pain away.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Locked in. That's rarely good news.


You're not gonna like this, mate.


<i>Foot flesh?!</i>


Gods deliver me!


Another? Should I have another? Ilmater preserve me, I need the courage.


You must be worried sick, but have no fear.


A mind flayer. No intention of letting <i>that </i>happen.


Bye.


No hard feelings, I hope.


I suggest you go home and lock your door - we'll take it from here.


She's a deep gnome slave with fancy boots - the only one down here.


We should never have come here.


An essential incantation.


When I was very young, father told me the dear ones we lose are quiet - but ever watchful.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


Quiet as a crypt, and just as dismal.


Team!


Effort v12


Thou art saucy as gruel.


Nice to be on the right end of some divine intervention for once. Makes you grateful to be alive.


He'll have your guts for starters, and your soul for dessert. SOULS TASTE LIKE HONEYED TARTS.


No hope of clearing this without a shovel.


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Your oath stands firm. Should you stumble, I will be waiting.


It was a mistake. You didn't invite me!


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


The shadow curse warped her utterly - death was a kindness.


A light that bright cannot stay quenched.


Hm. This fairy ring isn't glowing like the rest.


This 'Halsin' has been studying the tadpole.


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


I believe you. You never look so beautiful as at the end of a stirring battle, your cheeks flushed, gaze bright, muscles glistening...


Thank you - for having Rolan's back. You just can't stop saving us, can you?


A good opportunity.


Don't... leave... yet...


It's brimming with arcane scholarship. Even the gish of Tu'narath might learn from these pages.


Thou art saucy as gruel.


However, it's something best experienced in more intimate surrounds, once the revelry has ended, and the stillness of the night has been restored.


People like him are meant to follow, not lead. Archduke Gortash will realise that soon enough.


Oh good, puns. Because clowns aren't enough of a horror already.


Whatever she has to say, I want to hear it. Only then will we know the truth of what lies ahead.


*Beloved little Tann, never forgotten. Kelemvor guide your soul.*


Heh. I'm <i>your </i>lummox.


Capture? And bring it where?


Those gith are a rabid lot - best we keep well clear of them.


Effort v9


Support incoming.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


*The Blind God hears your approach to his altar, and Tyr welcomes your presence.*


Someone - some<i>thing</i> - shed Flaming Fist armour like a second skin.


And now they know about the grove. Gods. I - I need to warn them!


End this before it's too late!


Karlach - if death is soon to take you, make ever moment as rich as the last.


The more I find, the more curious I get.


Recovered <br>V2


Grand Duke Ravengard? Seems Moonrise Towers has acquired a high-value asset.


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


Aqua pura!<br>v2


These corpses are arranged with some artistic flair - if you're a madman, that is.


Ha. The clown's head. Finally a joke worth savouring.<br>


Leave the obscenities to Karlach - coming from you, they sound positively <i>unseemly.</i>


Vlaakith is lying to the githyanki. They believe she knows how their beloved mother Gith defeated the mind flayer empire.


If you're wantin' the sergeant, she's at the dig. Now scram.


I only took this expedition for the hazard pay. I'd say we've earned it.


Traitor. By the sacred silver, I'll make this prison your grave.


My queen would demand I slay her greatest enemy. I could not be more certain.


Hasty graves for Selûne's dead. I wonder what the rush was.


Legend has it his kingdom ran from the Wood of Sharp Teeth to Cloak Wood. How'd he end up here?


Makes sense. Your eyes are dull - <i>obedient</i>. Why don't you run along and go play with your Warden?


Recovered


We can't win - not like this. Punch through them and get to the brain!


Thine independent heart prevailed, Challenger of Gods. Thy heroism, a testament to thee.


I'm maiming as fast as I can!


Hag can't have gone far.


<i>Dead</i> freak. Get 'im!


I've never heard something so beautiful...


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


Our destination is the Neurocitor - the nerve centre of the Steel Watch. Guide me there, and I'll do the rest.


But if there's a tainted elder brain slopping around below my city, I think we need one another more than ever.


Can't keep me out.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 2


You see?! Such disrespect! Such disdain! And does Father Murmath raise a whisper in our defence? With the Spider Queen's protection, we would never suffer such indignity again!


Tell me, how do you like to kill?


Dead drow. Fall injuries, from the looks of it.


Another guest for the master's celebration? I'm afraid you're too late, you'll have to-


<i>I may not be as strong as I used to be, but I'll be much better at advising the project.</i>


That's the best comeback you've got? Amateur.


Thou art at the threshold of thy destiny. Thou needst only to take thy last steps to cross it.


Resurg


It's going to blast us. Get behind cover!


What do I have to lose?


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Interesting. This shape corresponds with the pod controls.


They could at least send some of that booze our way.


True. You wouldn't have the grit.


Honestly, I was doing them a favour, offering to buy one of their eggs. And how am I repaid? Attacked and run off like some transient.


Get back!


All right.


Nice and quiet now.


Sit down or buzz off, bumble.


Remarkable that this stayed hidden all this time.


Things aren't like they used to be - broadsheet says it all, really.


<i>Time to end this thing.</i>


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


More talk of that forge. The memory shard already showed us where to go.


Can you say anything else, Vanra? Anything but 'Mummy'?


Of course. I have the Absolute's wings to catch me.


You already met him - the honourable Raphael. He's terribly excited about you... and your <i>condition</i>.


This must be the dagger that killed Lorgan. It is a fine weapon.


Well praying didn't help...


All that fighting over this chair - and now there's no one left to sit in it.


To become a mind flayer while retaining your sense of self would not be a sacrifice - it would be an evolution.


Meaningless.


For the Realms!


Nope!


Knew there was something off about you. That you might be a vamp entered my mind, for sure.


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


Minthara's still imprisoned in Moonrise. If I were inclined, I could save her. Not that I'm inclined.


Another dank, dingy basement? Lovely.


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


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


*They'll gawk at your horns, at your infernal visage. But soon, they'll warmly welcome you as a Grand Duke.*


Oh my - my heavens! You LIVED!


Go on - more of us inside.


Voco murus!


Cough_Ill<br>Var 3


I don't imagine they'll give you much choice, after you killed their general. Better to be on the front foot, surely?


Don't mind if I do.


Thank you.


Do you have someone waiting for you in Baldur's Gate, Astarion? A sweetheart perhaps?


Faith is obedience!


Thank you. For helping me.


Er - what now? Goodness, how embarrassing. I had a... heavy lunch.


That disc looks like it can move - a way forward?


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


*You never knew vandalism could prove so costly. Perhaps next time you'll be more careful.*


Let's leave it there, shall we? It's been a long day and I've had all the compliments I can take.


We need to move. No point staying here - twiddling our thumbs.


I should start sketching out ideas. Thank you for the help, I guess.


Then patience, blessed one. Our god always gives us answers - but sometimes they must be earned.


Imbecile. I shall make dust of your bones.


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


A bloody dagger. And I bet it was not left behind by accident.<br>


Sine metu!<br>v2


Soft as a feather.


Be welcome, kin, but do not disturb our peace.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Boo... I have been having the strangest dream... Boo...?


No time like the present, eh?


Like Priestess Gut and Boss Ragzlin. Gods, we even got one like you now.


The Dark Lady was wrong about you, girl. Too much kindness lurks in your heart. <i>Aluve.</i>


Daubed in greasepaint. A clown's appendage, no doubt.


A tollhouse, once upon a time. Now a house of respite for those of us burned by a devil.


But what would I know of faith? I cater to more earthly needs. Better we focus on that, hm?


I can't promise I'll wait forever. Perhaps our paths will cross again later.


I am in the middle of official Fist business, so kindly step back. Thank you.


Just another crate.


Look here, chum. To get by in this place, you've got to be tough as tacks.


Dodge
v2


<i>Join us.</i>


That was not wise.


Peaceful for the moment. But for how long?


Voco araneae!


Looks like we're opening back up to the refugees. No rest for the wicked.


G'wan.


A sovereign with no subjects. Glut won't be mourned.


*She will not volunteer her feelings on the matter, at least not yet. But no harm - you have your own life to live. Who knows what secrets you can yet unspool from the Weave?*


The proportions aren't bad. The colouring's atrocious.


Snore
zzZzz


You may be half-formed, little bear, but Minsc can see your heart. Your stuffing, too.


You still have the wits to recognise your betters. Good.


Hells, almost forgot. If I don't don the debtor's attire, the house's denizens will attack on sight.<br>


As loyal as a golem. Use her well.


Vaguely.


<i>Drugnin' </i>drow, messing with minds. The <i>hoon</i> deserves what's coming.


You were a marvel to behold! Even Balduran himself would bow to such formidable talent.


I admire your ability to graciously suffer the frustration of your desires.


You intend to assimilate me.


The more I find, the more curious I get.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 3


You want bygones staying bygones? You keep to your business, and we'll keep to ours.


Plue!


Stay your hand - these two must be important.


That statue. It seems they worshipped some kind of... scholar?


The dukes are all in on the Watch. I'm not worried - they know what they're doing.


Your approval means bunches to me, complete stranger.


Nay, stronger. For the Emperor hath an illithid ally now, whose mind - it is said - outstrips even its own.


*You know exactly what this illithid parasite will do to you. Within seven days, you'll become a mind flayer.*


I'm far beyond ogre ears.


Excuse me? I'm <i>exceedingly</i> charitable - ask anyone in this wretched town!


Now's not the time.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Argh! This house gives no kind of welcome, Boo.


Silvanus demands we illuminate shadow, not hide within it.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


You have slaughtered Bhaal's Chosen, yes. But I will not bow to you.


My... big brothers...


Not without Wulbren.


Don't tell me what to do!


A repeat offender, is it? Prison's the best place for you, it seems.


That boar looks riddled with disease. Best keep our distance.


Tha's the spirit! I ate goblin once. Me brother. Wouldn't recommend it. All grease and gristle.


<i>Hold it. </i>I swear to Ironhand<i>, </i>one more step and I blow us to chunks!


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v3


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


But enough of dusty history - I look to the future.


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


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


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


Erm - as glad as I am to have the hammer, I'm not so sure a devil's deal was the way to go here.


One tiny sup to go...


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


All quiet? Do you suppose the Absolute's enemies are resting, soldier?


Your compulsions will doom us all, if you do not work to stop them. I can help.


A throne fit for a tyrant - but most certainly not for you.


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


They should all be running.


The stolen boots will do nicely as proof. And a True Soul like yerself could name his prize then, I reckon.


Focus, <i>focus</i>...


There will be no death here today.


Notes on the shadow curse. Perhaps some feared it would spread?


Poor creature. I hope it can follow my scent to camp.


Broken. Must have been here a while.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Sometimes it can be difficult to know what you want - what you need - until it's already lost to you. I know that from experience.


Fancy amulet like this is probably enchanted. Gale, take a look.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


Praise Absolute!


Quite a bloodletting, Boo. Father Lorgan did not die easily, I think.


Such a touching reunion. It's enough to bring a tear to my eye.


*It knows the cold walls of Moonrise Towers, and the cultists who fell there.*


Not much magic left, though - sun's too bright.


So this is Zarys' chest? She promised good coin, <i>if </i>it's returned unopened.


What did that do?


None can withstand nature's wrath.


That could not be less of your business.


A dead Archduke is of no use to me. A living explorer - a skilled rogue, for example - is a different matter.


Lady Keene - get in here!


Bring me Orin's Netherstone. I'll be waiting upstairs.


In order to overthrow your own hivemind...


I might have learned more had your mouth remained closed.


Surely no one will notice.<br>


Oh... yes. I'll bite my tongue when the time comes.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


BY THE <i>GODS</i>, AN ALLY! FREE US AT ONCE... please?


As would I. I'll see you later. Looking forward to it.


Focus your will. Do not submit.<br>


Ugh... sure.


Let's turn down the fire.


Effort v4


Odd.


Forget it. The milk's already spilled.


And we have the chance to seize the greatest advantage of all. Surely you see it?


Luckily I'm not the type to hold someone's past against them. As long as I can trust you, I don't care what you are.


All that's left of this githyanki are bones and armour. One of the temple's raiders from long ago?


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 3


Banites, battered gnomes, and not a single salty tang of honest sweat. No smith of Rashemen would call this place a <i>forge.</i>


Hah, sorry - I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's take it one note at a time, as my teacher would say.


I thought I was done for... Thank you... Watching gods - the Blade of Frontiers? <i>Wyll?</i> What happened?


Come on.


Fascinating! And how will she do that?


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


The Blade still doth devote himself to the protection of the Sword Coast.


Another.


BreathLongOpen<br>var 2


Fear not, Rashemaar. It has never been your way to over-indulge.


<i>Gond'ral thra'kazhul nesh</i>. May Gond be with you.


I- I must prepare myself for his arrival...


<i>Harpers - now is the time!</i>


This burden is beyond me.


Thank you for this. And for cleansing this swamp of the hag. You have done good here today. Safe travels.


Not now, I'm being a sneak!


*Silent. Still. The armour does not react to your presence.*


The Nightsong will tear Ketheric to shreds. I wouldn't miss it for the world.


Another clown portion. Is that motley, or...? Ugh. Come, Boo - there is more to find!


These rocks look ancient. Not sure I could break them if I tried.


Praise the Absolute!


I was lost when Mayrina and I first met. Yet her courage reminded me of who I am - Helm's shield. I will <i>not </i>turn my back on her.


*Your life is your own. No wriggling tadpole is going to change that.*


What are you waiting for? Help me!


Nothing. Is there a problem with the power source?


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


Best not grab it yet - it's bound by a magical alarm.


Shite. Drow's getting impatient.


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


I'll tell <i>mum</i>.


Nothing here, boss.


Carrion's presence lingers here. He will return, unless his ties to this plane are severed.


Ho! But we have met. This is the soldier that freed me most valiantly from the Shadowfell.


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


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


But your selflessness is misplaced. This is not a sacrifice for you to make - it is a burden for your leader.


That was tough, this can't have been used in a while.


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


Not a good time to lie about.


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


An illusion. The very <i>stones</i> of this place lie.


Do I smell beef?


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


It was the height of arrogance, then, to disturb me. Don't come back unless you've got something worth saying.


Aw, precious baby. Loves to bleed you - yes. Turn your corpse into sponge. Lots of holes. <i>Yes.</i>


Voco araneae!


You don't craft a chest like that to hold trinkets. There must be something valuable inside.


Could the missing letters be over there?


Peri!


But there are other matters to attend to before that.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Don't take it personal. If my mate Grikka was dead and I woz hungry, I'd eat 'im.


*You search for anything you can identify and recognise a couple of symbols associated with the Hells. You suspect it's written in Infernal.*


Quod dico face!<br>v3


Do you have means to support yourself?


Ubi es?


BreathRecovery<br>ver 1


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


Right away.


Corpora sana!<br>v2


<i>We must stop it, before it breaks free.</i>


Outta my way!


*Buy Bonecloak's Potions, renowned for value and potency!*


Shout


The slayer against the undying one. That would be fun to see.


Impact is imminent. I <i>must</i> connect the helm.


You wag your wordflap in vain, Ulderling. Once the worm holds the whip, your shredded flesh will serve us.


Really, darling?


Vae victis!<br>v3


Huh. Haven't seen that game in years.


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


Rally!


I wonder what they say...


If I wanted to hear your artistic opinions, I'd ask for them.


Hurt


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


The truth will be out with tomorrow's broadsheet. People will spit in your face. Your very presence will be bad for business. You'll be a pariah. An outcast. As you <i>should</i> be.


This might sting. Whatever.


<i>On the bright side, my engine finally feels... normal. Like it isn't about to explode.</i>


Liam isn't here...


Let's chat later. Got to keep my wits about me.


Cave circulum!<br>v3


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


They did not do it for love. They did it for my prowess in combat, as well as coitus. I excel in both.


How should I do that exactly? Carve out my soul to serve with a nice side of turnips?


Only one Chosen remains. For now.


I have seen the ravages visited on Toril by the gods. Even the ones we so naively call 'good'.


Sad. So much death. So much <i>loss.</i>


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


*Through the telescope, a sinister vista sprawls before you - boiling rivers and sheer crags. A sight of the Hells that you'll never forget.*


Impero te!


Ah, hells. I <i>will</i> live to warn the Gate. FISTS!


None can resist Father's blessing. He tells me, whisper quiet. The lies must be cut from your throat.


And they'll <i>know</i> She is Absolute!


And you expected charity from <i>us</i>?


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


Your first answer was correct, nonetheless. I will send you to the guards - but you will not go unrewarded.


Stuck. There's no leaving without a fight.


That a fact? Hope so, for your sake - plenty of room next to the piggy if you're lying.


Revolting. The <i>ghaik</i> grow their parasites in this brine.


Oh, that's sad. Wonder who it's of.


Someone spent a lot of time carving this.


Bit rotten, this is. I've had worse.


That's locked for a reason. Let's not disturb it.


Hold on, where's Gale? The air feels a little less... magical.


Only a little. But it'll be nice to finally sleep with both eyes shut. Thank you.


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


Now, would he ask about the adventurers in the latest issue?


I'd forgotten what it was like: that itch to <i>perfect </i>a song.


This will serve you well.


Because - because - that's not the point! You sold me a fake, and you're going to pay for it. If not in gold, then in blood!


Such skin she has... so fine and malleable. What a trophy it would make...


Fine - as well as a mere fortune, I will offer you something far greater: a painting by my own hand.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Resarcio!


Effort v9


<i>To the top. Strike down anything standing between you and the brain.</i>


I've never known Aylin to slow down. Particularly not after a battle.


Now that we're old pals, how would you feel about helping me kill some evil bastards?


'So it was that we were free from <i>ghaik</i> shackles and turned our blades on each other. The heavens were shattered, and one great empire was divided in two.'


Go well, friend. The city will be saved - we will be certain of it.


Another trick up my sleeve.


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


From what I can tell, Astarion really needs you. And you need him, too.


You've met him - how can you need more justification than that?


Thank you for what you have done - slaying Cazador was a great justice. As for the rest... well, time will tell.


Hostium munera!<br>v2


Cast all wounds into darkness.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


With our Steel Watchers turned into piles of junk, you'd think these traders would be happy to offer us a drink in consolation. Tightwads.


What are you doing?! Your sword, brother. <i>Now.</i>


Breathe deep, and move.


*Frightened by the sharp noise, he turns tail and runs into the forest.*


-- impossible --
      -- CEASE --
--- resist --


Please, speak to Brem. I need to see the <i>sun</i> again.


What's done is done - but we should check the corpses for valuables.


You and I clearly command the same deep respect in this city - I applaud you as my more earthly peer.


Dodge


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


Let's not ruin the surprise, hmm?


But - that's for me to worry about.


*Why should you be the one to make the sacrifice? Karlach offered. You could let her take the fall, and when the moment comes, kill her, and take control.*


You are no statue - with that face? Ugh. Move.


I am certain you did. And now I shall find it in turn, on a dead half-elf.


You louse, you mite!


You showed me the betweens and beyonds. Between war and peace, beyond passion and obsession.


The cure I offer will suffice as thanks.


To die by the sword is just. But to end so many with only rhyming and words... Boo wonders if this is truly what you wanted?


But they... they said they couldn't help me. 'Cos of the circ... circum... <i>circumstances</i>. That's what they said.


Inficio!


Instead, I found myself cornered by shadow-fiends and in need of rescue. From you, of all bloody people.


Hedging your bets with Mystra, I see? I can't say I blame you.


My queen has ordered me to guide Her followers through the dark. However imperfect they may be.


<i>Please </i>let this work...


Thou quivering plague rat!


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


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


You did us right. Absolute be praised.


Fungal spores... careful. Myconids are rightfully protective.


Disturbing, you mean.


Look, I don't care what you look like - what form you can take. I care who you are. And you're... you're not who I thought you'd be. Who I'd <i>hoped </i>you'd be.


Auntie? AUNTIE!


You're a bad liar. Strange, for a vamp. Your kind usually sweat charm.


Seems like nature's provided a shortcut.


Calm yourself. There is plenty of me to go around.


I suppose Raphael will be pleased, if nothing else...


PainTeeth<br>var 3


And why not name myself Archduke while I'm at it, maybe build some steel automatons to watch over the gates?


Well, not <i>you</i>. But your travel companion. The one with the very special little friend stuck in their brain.


Please, just sit down. Make your prayers. Let things take their course.


<i>When your allies see what you can do... I hope you'll encourage them to try it for themselves.</i>


Lady Alia says the Absolute's army won't be causing trouble for Gortash - or for us.


Keep back. Force my hand, and I'll show you its claws.


<i>Ngh</i>. There must be a way in - I should survey the area.


It won't end with him - his people are everywhere. But I'll go quietly. Maybe I have a chance.


Circus clothes? What an end for Dribbles the clown.<br>


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


I spent a lot of time thinking of worst case scenarios while I was locked in that cell you plucked me out of at Moonrise.


Need this unlocked.


You're just two swings of that hammer away from breaking my chains. COME TO ME.


At once.


I'll bet if you follow the trail of these murders, you'll be able to unearth the truth of this resurgence.


I would kill you without hesitation.


Attack


If you would permit it, I can show you first-hand.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 3


Get in there! We might learn somethin'.


<i>I </i>knew <i>we shouldn'tve taken that fancy berry beer. Could've tasted the poison if it hadn't been so sweet.</i>


Magically sealed. Can't go ape-smash on this thing.<br>


The Stone Lord's got the Counting House in his sights - and Nine-Fingers knows it.<br>


Must lug my guts through this Hell.


Hm. Seems like the best way.


What is it Faerûnians say? Ah yes - 'Seeekers, takers'.


-- no ----
- will not --
--- CANNOT -


Oh do leave me be, we're about to get to the good bit of the discussion!


Duke Ravengard? Hold on, I'm coming!


The Gur have been fighting evil longer than this city has stood. It was not for us to gainsay them.


This looks like the tree mentioned in Kagha's note.<br>


I need a minute. I need a lot of minutes. Please.


They're going to call for help! Stop them!


Thou quivering plague rat!


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


I looked away for a moment, just once, and look where it got us. You, a living doomsday device. The shame.


Eh. Nah!


An unstoppable force.


Enough. I put my faith in you - thought you someone worth following. Do not make a fool of me.


His message is out in the open - he probably didn't want the wrong ears to listen in.


VO_SFX: All surrounding Goblins cackle as the drunk goblin point out the player kissed his feet


It's just... it would have been so easy to bite her. To just go along with what I was being told to do.


Limp-witted slick-licker.


Silvanus guard us - the curse has churned up the very land itself...


*You see vanquished foes heaped at the druids' feet.*


...When Alfira sang us that song? I think of it every day.


I shall see this battle won.


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


Very funny. I'm telling you - there's something off about them.


This isn't over. We'll see you again, 'brother'.


Bless you in all your doings - in Justice's name.


One of the Nine Hells.


Now you see me...


Now, I saw you on the ship, didn't I? Nod.


Too bloody right. They've gone soft behind those walls, forgotten what it's like to struggle, living hand-to-mouth.


Nearly nothing it can't cure. Blindness, poison, hair loss...


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


Meaningless.


The chest's clearly worth a lot to the Zhentarim, <i>if </i>it's returned unopened.


A beautiful death.


The most loyal among the cultists receive an audience with the Absolute. To do this, they comply with Ketheric. You should do the same.


Find a route.


*Gale's corpse is silent, but his silence speaks a thousand words: most of them to the tune of 'why haven't you resurrected me yet?'*


*'Moonrise' must be a reference to Shar's divine sister, Selûne.*


Dammit - if that story goes to print, we're in trouble.


I was hoping you'd pay me a visit. You see, I do more than lotions and potions.


Such a weak ally is of no use to me. I will have to repurpose you.


Doesn't much matter, does it? He serves us, now. Serves Lady Orin.


<i>So I left his company, and thus I now feed from those who... act against the Society's goals.</i>


Those screams - someone's trapped in that mirror.


And nobody will ever know that your feeble-minded negligence almost doomed the world in the last moment.


And so it is that Orin now leads his Temple, and draws aspirants to his creed.


You know the criterion exactly.


*Best keep your hands to yourself. You're being watched.*


Voco glacies!


Aqua pura!


I'll join along - if I can speak to whoever's really in charge. Otherwise, I'd best be on my way.


Confiscated.


See that you don't distract him from his duties.


Well that's something at least. Of course that old bugger needed help with a simple job...


We will!


No, not trade - trap. Prove you're more useful alive.


Let's hope the Lady of Loss is pleased.


A genuine fiend's skull... a ghargatula, I believe?


That's curious.


You finally showed yourself - I thought you might try and avoid me.


Given your memory issues, perhaps a goldfish?


The solution's plain as the High Moors in Midsummer. Let's chat.


Edowin would want this, right?


Is this your first time in Baldur's Gate?


Damn it - Astarion!


<i>The Crown! It must be dominated. I will cast the spell.</i>


You just gotta chase the chicken around the course and through the posts - but that ain't all.


Falling<br>Var 3


What's that? Hm, I don't hear anything. Must have been a <i>ghost</i>.


You are mine. I will not lose you.


Ale me!<br>v3


*A memory won at the cost of a piece of mind: you were in this tower before. That much is sure.*


Strange little beast. I would've made short work of it, once.


Still here? Thought you'd have abandoned us by now.


I was so worried for your health during our long separation. Now I found you, silly me, my fears were unfounded.


He's gutted you know - had such high hopes for you.


If you ain't helpin', clear off.


Is that blood? No, never mind.<br>


I don't trust no one 'sides myself, no more - save three. Mum, pops, and you.


Aye - same as us, I expect.


Don't... you... want... to... know... more...


You did <i>what</i>? What the devil has gotten into you?


More the drowning, and the things that could be hiding underwater, and the drowning, and the cold. Did I mention the drowning?


'Unleash'.


<i>It's time. We destroy the Netherbrain and end the Grand Design.</i>


I was killed, murdered, made dead, over and over and over by Justiciars of every make and kind. I was reborn, for it is my nature. And Ketheric fed upon my immortality all the while.


Hm? Come introduce yourself in the caves. I need to get people moving.


...You're not from that crèche, are you?


Mystra's willing to speak to me again? Was this your doing, Elminster?


Even Baldur's Gate's greatest warrior knew when to contain the storm and when to release it.


A <i>ghaik</i> training dummy. Practically tore my wrist off practising on one of these as a child.


We thought you were lost. Such a shame it would be. Stay close!


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Do you think the master plans to expand his territory? Take Candlekeep - maybe even Amn?


Really? I mean - great!


You're no gith, at least. I could tell from being in your head.


Let me give you a hand.


Attack Critical<br>


Come closer, my depraved prodigy!


If you do battle, bind him. Knock him out. But spare him the blade.


Here. Take it and leave me be.


Join me. THRALL.


He really wants to be a god.


The adamantine forge. Incredible - must have taken years to build.


Seems simple enough.


Until you killed me.


GruntAngry<br>var 2


Nice cowl - the kind wizards wear. Should get that to Gale.


She was confused. Said the gods had a plan for her, and that I was a threat to it.


And my... company. But no matter; there's willing flesh elsewhere. Sleep well, if you can.


Zakharan wool might look good.


Whoever built it, they've let it rot for ages.


Here's hoping there's a cure apart from kicking the cart.


Better not be cursed.


As it happens, the next edition has an article about <i>you</i>. Ooh, it's a mean one, too - real nasty. Ettvard must really have it out for you. Hard luck.


Oops, sorry. But... now that I think of it... is mage hand especially hard to learn?


*You offer your paltry gold to the void, like a child at the sweet shop.*


You know, on some level, it does.


That's <i>lovely</i> stuff, True Soul. Only... we smack that drum so the lads know there's <i>killin' </i>on.


Risus abundat!


Neither. It is an instruction.


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


How about a cuppa?


<i>We serve her still, and so do you.</i>


She wasn't. I may not be able to convince you, but Tyr's blessing is now upon you. Let him strike me down if I take his word in vain.


Can't believe Gortash's gone. Thought he was bloody invincible, way the broadsheets nattered on about him.


The heartform grows clearer again. Such a burden you carry. But we can help.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


*Not only is the disease gone, you see it's left no scars - an impossibility for the Bite.*


Dying Burning


Lucky you. Done with this shite.


What a sight. We chose a powerful ally.


Karlach has offered to take up the mantle. I think you should let her have her wish. Her time is short, but she can live on in all the hearts of those she will have saved.


<i>Hrast. </i>Then you're the least of my problems. Count your blessings - and bugger off.


Wait, I know this head. It belongs to Dribbles the clown!


Hmm. I'm still missing the sussur bark.


I am here for you.


Hold still.


Another mention of this forge. Seems a few drow were searching for it.


SurpriseOh<br>var 3


The circus is gone...


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Karlach. Zariel's lapdog. <i>Advocatus diaboli.</i>


No matter - the deal is done, and the sacrifice was made.


Then - and this is where I still need answers - I died. I'm not sure how. Why. But all was black, black, black.


They bear great discontentment with their destiny.


Spent a lot of time in this park as a boy battling imaginary monsters.


I will assemble his remaining honour guard and plan our next actions.


Really? We're messengers, now?


Your actions sparked the fall of my Steel Watch. Whatever bargain we might have made fell <i>with</i> it.


Could you provide the address of your property?


Hurry! Please! The goblins are on us!


You proved your power in freeing me - but I need no more rivals. Try to take this as a compliment, yes?


That was close. No doubt there'll be others.


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


They got goblins, drow, gnolls, even humans - ain't no one they won't try to turn. The clans included.


AND YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SAVE ME WHILE YOU'RE BEING DIGESTED


Agreed. Next stop: Nere.


What the fuck have you done?! What's wrong with you?!


You've shown your loyalty to the Absolute, but to gain an audience with it, you must prove yourself to Ketheric Thorm.


Sweet dreams, darling.


The shadow-cursed lands... makes back home in the Underdark seem quaint.


Success!


Like the book said - I've to get through this maze without getting caught or triggering a trap. Simple... I hope.


<i>Chk</i>. Why would anyone keep such neurotic creatures as pets?


Dying Burning<br>v2


Likewise. Well, less of a colleague, more of a contractor - but I digress.


...I beg your pardon?


After you <i>failed</i> to rescue me from their encampment, the Zhentarim and I settled our differences, so to speak.


Cheat! You was sneakin' ale the whole time!


Renegades are rare, but not unheard of.


Shades. Death. Harpers. Flaming Fist. And <i>this</i>, of course. And the makings of an alchemist's workbench. Ingredients, too.


Keep your distance. We don't want more trouble than we can handle.


Did you see that? What a wimp! I'm way braver than Varrl.


This is a welcome distraction from all the war talk.


Effort v11


And if they see what we've done, killing me will only be the beginning. Gond, help us.


Ketheric's vulnerable now. All we have to do is strike.


*A worn but still capable warhammer, sized for a halfling.*


Oi!


Falling


*Her smile is broad, her eyes twinkling, her face the very picture of innocence. She's clearly lying.*


Pearls before swine.


It looks like our merchant friend's the one who's been putting explosives in teddy bears.


*Diabolic Forge.*


Welcome, welcome. All the wonders of the Feywild are here, with only a smattering of the dangers!


Cave circulum!


Now, we've quite the journey ahead. Best get started.


I <i>will</i> be heard.


I can wraps it up all nice and fancy for you - wait. Where is it?! AH, that bloody rats stoles it from me - I knows it!


I'll brave a lot of things, but I'd rather not wade through the city's waste water, thank you.


Ketheric has a daughter - Isobel. What's become of her?


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


Protected by your artefact, you can infiltrate his forces at Moonrise Towers, posing as a True Soul.


*He relinquishes the ball. It is well-chewed and slick with drool.*


Th... aaaaank... <i>you</i>...


I'll... I'll figure something out. C'mon, love. Let's... let's go.


Yes. Yes! I am Vlaakith's will!


It's so unfair. I tried to go to Duke Gortash's ceremony, but it was a 'closed event'. All I wanted was a peek at him - he's <i>gorgeous</i>.


I don't like you! I don't like any of this! *Wuh-wuh-WHAAA!*


Something is happening in Moonrise - I can feel it from here. Gods.


There are Harper and druid symbols on their equipment - an interesting pair.


A debt I'll spend a lifetime repaying.


Empty.


*Suddenly you are pulled into her mind. You feel her frustration, caution, <i>determination</i>.*


That could have been worse.


Piss off, Laridda. Beldron will die in there, and you can't even <i>pretend</i> to care.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall


Caveat incantator!


There'll always be more. They spread like locusts.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


*The vampire lord is no more, but his legacy remains: seven thousand vampire spawn, including the stolen children of the Gur hunters. What will you do with them all?*


Video veritatem!<br>v3


Listen close. I'll read it to you.


And now we're just trying to save him from drinking himself stupid!


Allow your humble Butler to assist you!


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


Consider it done.


I'd break you in two... if you were worth it.


Me? Nah. Nope. Sorry.


No trap. Almost certainly no trap.


I will keep you safe.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


What's going on here?


<i>Tsk'va! </i>Deny my own ascension and become that which Queen Vlaakith abhors?


Oi! What you doin' with the alarm?


Wherever this 'House of Hope' is, we need to go there <i>immediately</i> and destroy that contract. We must speak with Helsik. Only a diabolist will know the way.


Hope not. That'd be kinda weird.


Dying Panic Fall


The master. Gone. Gone...


You're mistaken, surely.


PainPretend<br>var 1


A gem. Might be valuable.


Doesn't look like they're coming, boy.


But you, Shadowheart - your darkness is gilded in silver. Keep your trust in me, and I'll keep mine in you.


Don't think I'll be able to sleep without a decent drink.


If that's the case, we've got more problems than just the worms in our heads.


Hah. All that fancy Zhentarim armour didn't stand up to much.


Hold it together. We've got to finish what we started.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Where do druids store their liquor?


I'm no stranger!


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